Ninth-level fairy

At this time, around where Master Qinghe was sitting, the huge vines began to wither and fall, and huge trees fell down one after another.

Above Du Fang's head, the thick blood energy turned completely black.

This black air is thicker than any other black in the world.

The towering tree collapsed completely, and the vines fell to the ground.

Black death energy continued to emerge from Du Fang's body and spread. The forest vegetation that had just been lush and green turned into a deathly gray in the blink of an eye.

Everything I see is gray, and I can't see any other colors.

Master Qinghe was so shocked that he could hardly close his mouth. Such powerful vitality and destructive power could actually be emitted from one person at the same time.

What is even more surprising is Du Fang's face and figure.

He changed from a feminine face to a masculine man again, with thick stubble on his face, and his eyebrows and hair were shiny black.

And the age seems to have suddenly increased by a few years.

Suddenly, the dead ashes under my feet rose again, and the scene was exactly the same as before. Under the ashes, countless small grasses grew again and began to grow wildly into towering vines.

Far up in the sky, the evaporated water vapor condenses again and merges into the vast immortal blood energy that rises into the sky.

This is the second time.

Master Qinghe took a breath of cold air.

He vaguely felt:

Du Fang in front of him seemed to be practicing some kind of strange technique. His body, age, and face...

As the trees wither and die, and then grow vigorously, they grow one or two years older with each cycle.

At this moment, Du Fang felt pain all over his body.

When Mo Ling said in his mind, "The power of hatred, you should break through", Du Fang already understood.

Breaking through the realm with the power of immortal spirits is completely different from the previous path of cultivation.

Immortals rely on their own emotions to break through the realm, and the practice of cultivation is like climbing steps, using fear, hatred, sadness, anger, and suspicion as ladders.

When the body's soul cannot bear a certain emotion, the immortal spirit will break through.

All the negative emotions in this world will be nourishment for the immortal spirits and souls.

The more difficult your situation is and the more difficult your experience is, the happier the fairy flower soul will be.

Previously, in the God's Tomb, he broke through the first realm, the human realm, with the help of the coffin and the restrictions placed in the coffin by Empress Qingyao.

Now, his anger broke through the barrier that had prevented him from being killed by Xuanjizi's sword when he broke through the realm, and his soul entered the Sea of ​​Bitterness. He crossed the Divine Bridge, passed through the Wandering Qi Palace, and resided in the Dao Palace, controlling the source energy of heaven and earth and entering the second realm of the underworld.

As for the third realm of celestial beings, by then, perhaps I can really be on par with the cultivators of the ninth realm.

He relaxed his body and tried not to think about anything.

In his sea of ​​consciousness, Du Fang could clearly see the black Shenxi standing in the center of his sea of ​​consciousness. The red electric net arranged under all the Nine Heavens gods had disappeared.

Instead, there was a lustrous white mist.

This white mist is the kindness that Qingyao once injected into the fairy spirit.

The fairy magic in the coffin is not the same as the network of heaven and earth, which is to imprison the power of the fairy flower soul, but to use her mother's kindness to transform the traces of hostility, evil and murderous spirit.

Turn the fallen Mo Ling flower soul white.

A burst of crazy joy spread through Du Fang's mind, and his spiritual consciousness continued to approach the black statue.

Finally saw it clearly——

A red-robed Bodhisattva is enshrined between the small shrines.

No, that’s not a female Bodhisattva, but a female ghost?

Du Fang's body suddenly shook violently, and he came out of the state of forgetting both himself and the world.

That was not a female Bodhisattva. He could see it clearly. She was dressed in red, but her face was pale. Her lips and cheeks were dotted with red blush.

He had seen countless statues like this in remote villages. They were all female ghosts who died unjustly. They made the village restless. After the villagers built temples and burned incense, the ghosts would generally stop making trouble after absorbing the incense.

The paper figures burned for the underworld during folk shamanic performances also look like this.

Why is there a shrine in my sea of ​​consciousness, with a female ghost worshipped inside?

Countless doubts flooded into his mind again, and Du Fang's brain was about to burst.

After seeing this sacred place, no matter how he tried to enter meditation, he would be stopped as soon as he entered the state of forgetting both himself and the world.

This sacred place seemed to have a restriction that prohibited him from looking inside.

Is this because the realm has not been reached yet?

Do I have to reach the Heavenly Man Realm to see the face in the Shen Xi? If I really reach the third realm and can rival the sword cultivators of the ninth realm, will the red-clothed female ghost in the Shen Xi transform into a white Bodhisattva?

He had already cultivated the red clothing of Mo Ling's flower soul from the completely dark Shenxi.

A thought flashed through Du Fang's mind: It seems that this divine treasure cannot be taken out from the sea of ​​consciousness, so he can forget about making any further progress.

Du Fang finally opened his eyes.

"you're awake?"

Master Qinghe smiled and looked at his face. Du Fang's whole body was surrounded by a jade-like luster, and beyond this luster, there was a faint black aura.

As soon as Du Fang saw Master Qinghe's broken arm, he immediately felt a strong sense of guilt.

Just now, his body was almost taken over by the immortal spirit, and he swung the sword almost subconsciously.

As a result, the old monk who cared about him and loved him was beheaded and crippled.

He held Master Qinghe's body tightly, biting his lips almost to pieces, and choked softly, saying:

"Master, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to..."

Master Qinghe smiled and shook his head:

"Don't blame yourself or feel guilty. I know you were possessed by a fairy just now, and your mind was temporarily suppressed."

A look of worry suddenly flashed across his face as he looked at the black energy lingering around Du Fang. "Although you seem to have broken through a realm just now and your cultivation has reached a higher level, why do I feel that the murderous intent in you is even stronger..."

Du Fang no longer hesitated and told everything that happened in his mind, including the scene of Mo Ling turning into a female ghost in red.

"Master, what is going on?"

After listening to this, Master Qinghe remained silent for a long time, and finally said hesitantly:

"All your cultivation that has broken through the realm is in..."

"What's the matter?" Du Fang asked worriedly.

"The energy you absorb from the world flows through your body, cultivating the Mo Ling Flower Soul to become even more powerful. I'm afraid that no one in the entire Zhongze Province can stop you now!"

"Can't I remove this fairy flower soul from my sea of ​​consciousness through my own practice?"

Master Qinghe shook his head slowly:

"No, your whole life will be taken over by her body and you will become her puppet. The higher your cultivation level, the stronger the power of the fairy flower soul will be, and the greater the sin of killing you will bring to this world!"

As he spoke, he glanced at the bones of the great offering on the ground.

That scene seemed to have just happened. The scene of fairies killing people was simply unheard of.

The look in Du Fang's eyes showed that he understood everything.

Your life is destined to be sacrificed. The greater your ability, the greater the disaster you will cause.