Ninth-level fairy

At this moment, on the hillside of Longyuan Sacred Mountain, sixteen black sword beams flew down from the top of the mountain. The whistling sound was the sound of the long swords under their feet breaking through the air.

There were sixteen people, wearing black clothes and red satin, with black swords on their backs, and they were much larger than the ordinary sect disciples.

Each of them had white hair and beard and was dressed in black, completely different from those disciples in red.

These people had gloomy eyes as they hovered in the air above Jing Lake, staring at the emerald green water beneath their feet.

Millions of Longxi City residents looked up, stunned at this shocking scene.

No one knows what happened.

Master Qinghe said softly:

"This is the foundation of the Longyuan Sword Sect. Each of the sixteen sword-wielding elders is a cultivator at the pinnacle of the Sixth Realm!"

Du Fang took a breath of cold air.

Everyone in Lingxiao underestimated Longyuan's strength. No one expected that Longyuan would have so many sixth-level experts. Kill one and a pair will appear. Even with so many deaths, they still could gather these sixteen people.

A thought flashed through Du Fang's mind:

"If Uncle Xuanzhen had known that the Longyuan Sword Sect had such a powerful foundation, perhaps he would no longer covet this immortal spirit!"

Another thought was immediately rejected:

"Bringing the immortals into Jianmen has been the Lingxiao sect's thousand-year mission. Even if only one person dies, I believe the sect leader and Uncle Xuanzhen will carry it out without hesitation!"

Sixteen sword-wielding elders and nearly five thousand red-robed disciples formed a sword formation, waiting for the awakening of the ancient mythical beast beneath the lake.

At this moment, a purple cloud, reflecting the sunset glow on the horizon, fell from the sky amidst colorful divine light.

Above the clouds, there is a white unicorn, a woman in purple, and a red sword that is clear and eye-catching, shining brightly in the sun.

A woman in purple.

Du Fang suddenly felt a little dazed. On that woman, he saw Li Qingshuang's favorite color - purple.

But the murderous aura that was surging from her was completely unlike that.

Is this woman the Ninth Realm Swordsman that Changqingzi mentioned?

This person really replaced Bai Zhi and became the real Lord of Longyuan Wasteland.

Seeing Long Yuan's profound background, Du Fang no longer had any doubt that there might be a hidden Ninth Realm powerhouse in Long Yuan. This woman should be the Ninth Realm powerhouse that Chang Qingzi mentioned.

At this moment, a deafening voice came:

Thousands of red-robed disciples cheered in unison:

"Welcome the Lord of the Wasteland!"

When Du Fang saw the woman's expression, he suddenly froze:

The woman had a beautiful face and a charming appearance, almost beyond description.

It was on Lingxiao Mountain that he had reduced her realm. She was the Lord of Longyuan Sword Sect, the eighth-level sword cultivator - Bai Zhi.

'How is this possible? How could this happen?'

Du Fang kept shaking his head. He knew the power of that sword better than anyone else. Why did Bai Zhi look so radiant now, without a trace of injury at all? Moreover, there was a faint green glow around her body, and her realm seemed to have advanced a step further.

Master Qinghe took out his cassock and said to Du Fang, "Wait here and try not to be discovered!"

While Du Fang was still wondering, he had already risen with the wind, his robes flying towards the sword formation of thousands of people.

At this time, the sword-wielding elders who were on full alert shouted in unison:

"Who are you? If you dare to come forward, I will kill you without mercy!"

Bai Zhi looked at him coldly and said lightly:

"Old monk, for the sake of the people of this city, I will not kill you today. Why don't you get out of here?"

Master Qinghe said in a clear voice with an arrogant look on his face:

"You killed my Buddhist disciples with cruel means, and now you want to release this ancient monster to harm the people. Although my cultivation is low, I will never allow you to do such a heartless thing!"

The nine black-robed sword-wielding elders suddenly shouted:

"Bald donkey, the Lord of the Wasteland has spoken, why don't you get out of here!"

As soon as the words fell, three sword-wielding elders stepped out from the crowd, one in front and two behind. The three black swords gathered into a sharp sword light and stabbed towards Master Qinghe's neck.

Master Qinghe looked solemn as he took out a golden Buddha bone relic. The Buddha's light shone brightly, completely submerging the sword light. Three screams were heard, and in just one round, the three black-clothed elders holding swords vomited blood and fell out.

The other six rushed forward shouting angrily.

Du Fang looked at the Buddha bone relic in Master Qinghe's hand and thought to himself that it was also a divine artifact. It must be of a very high grade and was found in the woods outside Longqi City.

The old monk was repelled by the sword formation of Chengxianding with one strike.

But with the added benefit of the Buddha's bone relic, the three sixth-level sword cultivators were no match for the old monk.

After all, the seventh-level divine cultivator is extraordinary.

Du Fanggang exclaimed in admiration:

Bai Zhi suddenly drew a half circle, blocking the sword-wielding elder behind her, with a calm expression:

"The monk is at the seventh level of cultivation, and he has the bonus of the relic magic weapon. You are no match for him, retreat!"

Then he looked at Qinghe and said:

"In the past, the cultivators outside called us the two best of Dragon City. I have always been deeply ashamed of this. Today, I have just recovered my realm and want to test whether your seventh realm cultivation is real or not!"

Without moving his body, he raised the blood-red sword on his back, and a strong murderous intent swept over the old monk's body.

Master Qinghe said solemnly, "You came here today with the entire sect to release the monster, and now you just walk away. The millions of people living below the city will suffer."

Bai Zhi said disdainfully, "This is the thousand-year plan of my Sword Sect elders. What do you, an old man, know? If you continue to obstruct me and delay the time, I will tear you into pieces!"

Master Qinghe chanted the Buddha's name, "Amitabha, I have fought for the lives of millions with this broken body, and today I will die."

At this time, he lowered his eyes and brows, and his whole body was covered with golden light.

It's like a Buddha in the world.

"I don't know what to do!"

Bai Zhi raised the magic sword, the unicorn she sat on roared loudly, and pointed the sword to the sky. Thousands of disciples roared in unison, and the grand sound of swords resounded throughout the wilderness.

The golden Buddha's body continued to grow, until it was almost as large as a mountain, pressing down on the city. Every Longyuan disciple's expression changed with awe.

Bai Zhi sneered, sat on the beast's back, and swung a sword.

"I consider your advanced age, so I'll let you go today!"

The sword seemed as light as a feather, but it was as powerful as a wild beast, and the sword light pierced into the Buddha's eyebrows.

The golden light quickly dissipated under the red glow. Master Qinghe's face turned pale, and his body fell directly from the far end. A low sigh was heard by everyone in Longqi City:

"I'm doing my best!"

One sword, just one sword.

With a light sword strike, the seventh-level divine cultivator was killed unconscious.

Du Fang concealed his presence and quietly caught Master Qinghe's body, then he crossed the city directly. Countless cheers rang out from all around him:

"Lord of the Wasteland! Lord of the Wasteland!"

As soon as the loud cheers died down, the entire Longqi City suddenly began to tremble slightly.

All the people watching the battle turned pale:

What happened? Is there another earthquake?

This earthquake was completely different from the previous ones. It kept shaking continuously. In this capital city with a population of over a million, the mud houses suddenly began to collapse.

At the same time, above Mirror Lake, a pale yellow light shot up into the sky. Bai Zhi's expression changed, and she cried out in a mournful voice:

"Form a line! Form a line!"

"The monster has been awakened!"