Ninth-level fairy

Previous scene:

When his body was devoured by the blood-red sword spirit, his internal organs were about to turn into ashes, just like Uncle Master Xuanzhen's death.

Afterwards, the kind thoughts of Emperor and Empress Qingyao emerged in his mind, and the blood of the immortals completely enveloped him.

Master Qinghe fled with his body at the risk of his life, but was still hit by the sword from behind, spurting blood. He also lost the magic sword that he brought out from the tomb of the Human Emperor, Chengying.

It fell into the hands of the Lord of Longyuan.

He couldn't understand why, after being possessed by his immortal spirit on Lingxiao Mountain, he was able to kill Bai Zhi and cause her realm to fall completely, but it only took a few days.

Her cultivation seemed to have reached a higher level.

Moreover, his proficiency in controlling the sword spirit is much stronger than before.

The power of that sword already had the power of an early ninth level sword.

"Where's the Master?"

"Where is the Master going?"

Du Fang was about to ask when suddenly, a wisp of smoke rose up, and soon, the aroma of rice wafted over.

Master Qinghe's face was pale, without a trace of blood. He walked over with rice and whispered:

"You're injured. Eat more to replenish your blood and energy. Although we cultivators have the power of fasting, we can't cultivate blood and energy out of thin air. We still need these grains to replenish the lost blood."

Du Fang looked at his one arm, then at his pale face, and thought of the sword that had been affected, and asked with concern:

"Master, are you okay with your injury?"

Master Qinghe shook his head.

When he turned around, Du Fang suddenly saw that the entire right side of his back was caved in. Apparently, more than a dozen ribs were broken, all affected by the sword energy.

A feeling of bitterness immediately surged up his nose. This old monk was willing to sacrifice his own life to take him away from Bai Zhi's clutches.

Du Fang gritted his teeth.

The bitterness was quickly replaced by a surge of intense hatred.

revenge! revenge!

Du Fang held the bowl tightly and gritted his teeth. He knew that when he reached the ninth level, he would draw his sword and kill this vicious woman, separate her soul from her, and turn her into a human pig.

Master Qinghe sat with his back to the master and asked:

"Is there something you're confused about that you want to ask me?"

"Master knows?"

Du Fang was very surprised.

The old monk sighed and said, "I have the same question in my mind as you do. Why did the White Desolate Lord of Longyuan advance so quickly?"

"The power of the sword spirit can usually only be unleashed after reaching the ninth realm! But Lord Baihuang is only an eighth-level sword cultivator, but in her hands, the use of the sword spirit has already reached maturity!"

"Could it be that the Longyuan Sword Sect has a secret method that can cultivate the power of the soul to be even stronger?"

Du Fang asked doubtfully:

"Is the use of sword spirit power related to the strength of the soul?"

"Of course there is. The sword spirit is based on soul power, and the sword spirit is also the power of the soul. The two complement each other, so the greater the soul power, the more powerful the sword spirit!"

Du Fang said "Oh" softly, and an idea flashed through his mind.

The thought sent a chill down his spine.

When she woke up that day, Bai Zhi had disappeared, as had Li Qingshuang. Within a few days, Bai Zhi's cultivation had recovered and improved even more. She...

"Did she devour my senior sister's soul? So her soul power is much stronger than that of an ordinary person?"

Du Fang immediately remembered the scene of letting the old monk go.

Before, I suspected that Baizhi had changed her personality. The Lord of the Wilderness, who was cruel and murderous before, would actually let the old monk go again and again.

Finally, Du Fang asked in a trembling voice:

"Master, is there any method in this world that can fuse two souls together and cause a person's personality to change?"

"Why do you ask this..." Master Qinghe was suddenly stunned.

After a long pause, he said, "Are you suspecting that Lord Baihuang has completely merged the spirit of another person? That's why his spirit power has become so powerful, allowing him to easily control the power of the sword spirit?"

"Yes! Is there such a magical method?"

"Yes!" The old monk nodded seriously, then said, "It's a pity that they were all extinct. The primitive world was shattered, and the heavens were merciful, and all the methods of cultivation were taken back to the Lingxuan Secret Realm..."

"Spiritual Mystery Realm? What is that?"

The old monk smiled and said, "It's above the sea of ​​​​realms, that broken sky, which mortals call the fairyland!"

"Oh!" Du Fang finally understood. He thought of the Human Emperor's sword shattering the heavens, his sword descending upon the mortal world, his magic raining down like rain. Could this divine technique have been left behind from that time?

Du Fang asked immediately, but the old monk just shook his head:

"Although the Human Emperor is powerful, what he borrowed from the Heavenly Dao are merely ordinary cultivation techniques. Even in our current cultivation system, the divine techniques from the first to the ninth realms and above have all been absorbed by the Heavenly Dao..."

"But a portion of it is buried in the Taoist temples. These secret Taoist temples are sealed in the Three Thousand Small Worlds and are not affected by the Heavenly Dao, so..."

The answer is already out.

The founder of the Longyuan Sword Sect, the Qinghua Empress, discovered the Yuan Ruins at the foot of Longqi City. In the Yuan Ruins, she found the hidden Taoist Divine Court, and then moved everything there into the Longyuan Divine Mountain to establish the Sword Sect.

Master Qinghe sighed deeply, "It's not surprising that Lord Baihuang has this secret method of ascending the stairs!"

Du Fang hesitated, even a little afraid, and asked the topic he cared about most:

"In this method of soul fusion, does the main soul have absolute suppression power over the secondary soul?"

"I don't know!" the old monk shook his head.

Du Fang's heart suddenly warmed up. Li Qingshuang's soul was devoured, which at least proved that she still had some consciousness remaining in this world. As long as he defeated Bai Zhi, separated her soul, and found a body for the evil cultivators to put in.

Then, that beautiful senior sister will reappear in the world again.

The mistake of accidentally killing someone will also be compensated.

Du Fang's voice trembled with excitement and excitement:

"Master, you said before that there are people in this world who know how to separate the soul. Since there is a method of fusion, there must be a method of separation. Master, may I ask where those people are now?"

Master Qinghe smiled and said, "I brought you out here to find these people. Can you guess where this is?"

Du Fang looked out of the cave, but the sky was dark and he couldn't see anything clearly.

"This is Chixiaozhou, more than 2,000 miles away from Longyuan Sword Sect. Although Lord Baihuang has a long reach, she may not be able to find this remote place!"

"Are they here?"

Du Fang was trembling in his heart, fearing that the old monk would say no.

Master Qinghe sighed and said:

"I don't know either, but the last trace of them was that they disappeared here. This group of people is too secretive and basically has no contact with the outside world. Finding them is like looking for a needle in a haystack, extremely difficult!"

"Don't worry, hard work pays off. Even an iron rod can be ground into a needle. As long as we keep looking, we will find it one day!"

Du Fang is very confident.

Hope is the most beautiful thing in the world.

It is like a fire in the darkness, which relieves despair and gives rise to fear.