Ninth-level fairy

The chief priest's eyes were bloodshot, knowing that this was a moment of life and death.

They completely underestimated the magical power of the immortals, thinking that with an eighth-level artifact, dealing with Du Fang would be a piece of cake.

Suddenly the chief worshipper roared:

"Hurry up and offer a blood sacrifice! Don't let this sword intent form!"

At the same time, a red light flew out from his crown, and at the same time, a red light emerged from the heads of the nine priests and shot into the immortal cauldron.

The Immortal Cauldron began to glow blood-red.

The yellow light and the red light began to entangle together, pressing down on the sword light.

The sword light that surged from Du Fang's body was immediately suppressed, and the infinite pressure on his body began to squeeze his body again.

It's like a mortal body is squeezed between huge rocks, constantly tightening.

Du Fang knew that this blood sacrifice contained almost all the Taoist skills of these nine sixth-level priests.

The great priest offered sacrifices of blood and essence to borrow divine power.

Looking at the other party's hateful face, Du Fang's eyes instantly turned blood red with hatred, and the immortal blood in his body surged. He roared wildly, and his body flew out of the Qiankun circle, and directly moved up. The pressure on the Chengying sword was eliminated, and the sword light surged again.

The chief priest roared:

"This bastard wants to leave, stop him!"

Du Fang yelled, "Go away, take my sword!"

A huge red sword slashed down.

"Blood sacrifice!"

The chief priest spat out another mouthful of blood on the sword. This time, the sixteen red-clothed disciples and nine priests behind him performed a blood sacrifice at the same time.

A golden light flew out from the Chengxian Cauldron and rushed into the body of the chief priest.

The sword in the chief priest's hand suddenly increased in brightness, heading towards Du Fang's sword.

"Die, you little bastard!" the chief priest roared.

One black and one red, two sword beams collided in the air.

Like the sound of two musical instruments colliding, a "clang" sound echoed softly.

The sword formation collapsed, the immortal cauldron exploded, and turned into powder.

The chief priest poured all of Chengying's sword intent and murderous aura onto the monks below, and his body turned into a shadow.

The black shadow suddenly rolled back in the darkness and disappeared into the night sky.

At this moment, screams and roars were heard around them, and sixteen red-clothed disciples fell from the air, stumbling.

Blood was gushing out of everyone's seven orifices, and they were staggering and falling like insane zombies.

This sword almost destroyed their minds.

Du Fang sneered as he watched the light flying away. It was none other than the chief priest. Seeing that he was no match for his opponent, he flew away from the city.

"If you want to escape, stay!"

Although the sword light of the chief priest had almost reached its limit, the Chengying in Du Fang's hand flew out, and the sword light was as shocking as a meteor, streaking across the sky with red light, almost sparking the air, and piercing into the black-clothed figure in the distance.

A scream was heard from afar.

The chief worshipper fell to the ground.

Du Fang stretched out his hand and Chengying flew back, with the body of the great priest still on the sword.

At this moment, his entire body was stained with blood.

Du Fang looked into his bloodshot eyes, stepped forward, and asked:

"Du Jiakanzi, you killed my eldest brother and niece?"

The chief priest looked at his divine power, which shattered an eighth-level divine weapon into ashes with one sword. He had already lost his will to fight and suddenly fell to his knees with a thud.

"I have no choice. Bai Zhi ordered me to go, and I..."

Du Fang suddenly slashed his ear with his sword and asked:

"is that you?"

The severe pain made him lose his mind and he hissed:

"Lord Huang has entered the ninth realm, he will not let you go!" The chief priest covered his ears and roared violently. Suddenly, he turned around and slashed his neck with a sword.

Begging for mercy is useless, the only option is suicide.

This seems to always be the fate of the loser.

Du Fang deflected his sword with one blow and smiled cruelly: "Want to commit suicide? It's not that easy." He released a blood-red aura and landed on his head.

The chief worshipper's entire body suddenly froze, as if his body was locked by the energy.

There was only a pair of blood-red eyes, like a dying beast, staring fiercely at Du Fang who was slowly approaching.

Du Fang's hands were shaking, and hatred made his whole body tremble.

At this moment, various images kept floating through his mind:

My eldest brother died tragically. His eyes were gouged out, his nose was cut off, and his limbs were chopped off. He was like a human pig, with a sword piercing his head and stuck in the ground.

Suddenly, a woman's voice said charmingly in my mind:

"Have you forgotten how they died?"

"I didn't forget!"

Du Fang roared excitedly.

With one sword strike, he slashed at the chief priest's right ear, and a scream came out of his mouth.

Anger filled his eyes. Du Fang gritted his teeth, swung his sword and slashed at his thigh, then at his arm.

After these three sword strikes, Du Fang's entire face began to turn red.

He seemed to be dominated by hatred.

Staring at the chief priest's sinister eyes, Du Fang raised his sword again, cut off his nose, gouged out his eyes, chopped off his hands and feet, and turned him into a human pig.

When the sword of the great priest was about to pierce through the skull and hit the ground, the great priest stared at Du Fang with his eyes wide open. Suddenly, his whole body shook, and he shook three times in a row. His abdomen suddenly contracted and shrank, and his ribs protruded.

A sharp red aura continuously emerged from all seven orifices of his body.

In the blink of an eye, his entire body turned into a white skeleton.

The flesh and blood were evaporated by the red air, emitting a fishy smell.

"He dispersed his energy and committed suicide!"

A sigh came from the old monk who was walking over.

Du Fang raised his blood-red eyes, as if he didn't hear these words. He personally used Long Yuan's long sword to pierce the head of the corpse where the chief priest was sitting, and penetrated through it.

At this time, all the Longyuan priests and disciples who had lost their minds fell to the ground in unison.

The soul was destroyed and the body quickly turned to ashes.

Master Qinghe looked at the terrifying scene in front of him.

There was an expression of pity on his face. Is this the true magical power of the fairy?

He looked at Du Fang's increasingly red face, reached out and patted him on the shoulder, and advised: "Don't be sad, kid, this is not your fault! Don't let hatred blind your eyes..."

Suddenly, Du Fang swung his sword backhand and cut off the arm that Master Qinghe was using to hit him from shoulder to hand.

Master Qinghe screamed in pain and fell out.

Du Fang's eyes were bloodshot, his long hair was disheveled, and he roared wildly:

"Do not touch me!"

After this roar, his body seemed to collapse and he fell to the ground, gasping loudly.

Suddenly, a woman's voice whispered in my mind:

"This is the power of hatred! You should break through the realm!"

As soon as the words fell, a surge of life force seemed to surge out from his spirit, spread into his limbs, and extended from the earth.

Water vapor began to rise around the entire forest, condensing into dew and sprinkling on the leaves of the trees and the roots of the grass. The forest, which was originally less than two people tall, began to grow rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, it has grown into a towering tree, and the grass under its feet has gone crazy, quickly climbing up the tree.

Master Qinghe stared at everything in front of him in amazement.

A vast and majestic breath of life continued to flow out of Du Fang's body. This strange scene only lasted for a moment.

What made Master Qinghe even more stunned was the scene that happened right before his eyes.

He had even forgotten the pain of his broken arm.

His face was full of surprise and shock.

Such a rich life force actually comes from the magic of fairies.

Who would believe this paradox if I told them to others?