Ninth-level fairy

No one responded to his voice.

The surroundings were silent, filled with twisted curves. Du Fang's body seemed to be in the chaotic universe. In the far distance, he could see the brilliant galaxy.

Under the galaxy, silk threads formed into various tangible objects, fluttering before his eyes.

"Who is Qiu Wuxie?" Du Fangqi asked.

"It's Danshi, and it's also Mr. Fang!"

The old monk looked extremely cautious. Du Fang asked him again, "How do we break this Yin Miasma technique?"

The old monk shook his head, "I don't know, there have been seventh-level cultivators trapped and died in there before!"

"What does this person look like?"

The old monk still shook his head. "Everyone knows his name, but those who have seen him are all dead, so no one knows whether he is a man or a woman!"

Du Fang nodded and said, "Very good, get out of the way!"

The old monk seemed to know that he was going to use his spiritual power again, and wanted to persuade him, but he couldn't.

If this goes on, both of them will be trapped here and die.

The rules of the Tao are suppressing it, but with the power of immortals, there is still a glimmer of hope.

A drop of soul blood began to appear between Du Fang's eyebrows. He used his finger as a sword to force out all the immortal blood in his body from his sea of ​​consciousness.

This time, he saw clearly that the black statue in his mind began to shatter.

Mo Ling's entire body was freed.

A woman's voice came from my mind with a sinister smile:

"You did well, young man!"

Du Fang ignored her words and concentrated on condensing a huge sword of energy into a hundred feet high in front of him.

He shouted to the boundless starry sky:

"If you don't come out, I will smash this world into pieces and make your magic weapon useless!"

A man's hearty laughter suddenly sounded from the sky:

"You can try. If you can really break my barrier, I promise to peel out the immortal evil spirit from your soul!"

Is this Qiu Wuxie's voice?

He seemed to know exactly where he came from and why he was there.

Du Fang gritted his teeth and sent out the sword light.

The dazzling light instantly obliterated everything in the starry sky.

The hundred-foot-high sword of energy continued to expand. Du Fang's face flushed red as he suddenly soared into the air and slashed through the rules of this world.

Cut out with one sword.

This was the most destructive strike. In an instant, the overwhelming murderous aura spread out from all directions like a shock wave.

The sound of a mirror shattering was heard immediately.

Countless cracks appeared throughout the space.

Eyes emerged from the gaps.

"enough!"

"You are fine!"

"Is this the true power of the immortal spirit? Even I, a gentleman who doesn't care about worldly affairs, am beginning to envy you, young man!"

After saying these three sentences, all the silk threads in front of Du Fang and the old monk disappeared.

Du Fang coldly put away his sword and returned to One.

In front of them, the sun in the sky was dazzling. They didn't know when it was already dawn and noon.

What was even stranger was that all the dead villages they had seen before had changed.

Blue sky, white clouds, green grass, and clear stream.

The fragrance of cow dung and the mooing of oxen working the fields.

Occasionally, one or two dogs could be heard barking.

The old monk sighed and said, "Mr. Qiu is really powerful. When we flew down from the cliff, we were already infected with miasma. He wanted to scare us away! Hehe, I didn't expect that you, my friend, possess the power of immortal spirits and broke his magic weapon!"

There is no nine-story Buddhist pavilion, nor any skeleton monks.

A vibrant rural scenery is right before your eyes.

At this time, five or six people walked down from the hillside.

When he got closer, Du Fang immediately saw Boss Gao and his group.

Boss Gao had already taken off his mask, and his bumpy face was full of surprise as he looked at Du Fang.

As if wondering, behind him were four old women dressed in black, holding jade ruyi in their hands, and with sallow faces.

Their faces were filled with surprise.

But no one spoke, as if waiting for the most important person to arrive.

After a long time, a commoner digging in the fields beside him suddenly bent over and sighed:

"Old monk, why are you bringing trouble to me when you have nothing to do?"

He walked out of the farmland carrying a hoe, with a gentle face and wearing a white robe.

As he approached, Boss Gao and the old woman bowed and saluted:

"Big brother!"

"Get up, we are not outsiders!"

The scholar walked up to the old monk first, looked at his expression, and shook his head repeatedly:

"Old monk, you don't have much time left to live. Find a good place to bury yourself!"

Master Qinghe remained calm and said:

"I have long understood the concept of death. This time, I was injured by the sword spirit of Baihuang Lord, and I didn't plan to live long. But you, are you Qiu Wuxie?"

The scholar nodded. "It's good that you still remember my name. The world has almost forgotten it!"

He finally turned around and looked at Du Fang.

He sighed and said, "I used to think that women with immortal powers were all incredibly beautiful, but looking at you, I don't think you are!"

"What's not similar?" Du Fang asked indifferently.

"You still have a masculine scent on you, which makes people lose their desire!"

He spoke so directly that Du Fang did not say anything.

Qiu Wuxie continued, "I've seen a fairy spirit before. That woman likes to wear green gauze, which is gorgeous. But when it comes to killing people, wow, that's... how can I describe it!"

"It's like a puppet made specifically to kill people! But you, a fairy, are different. According to legend, fairies are all female, but from what I see, you're a man, possessed by the evil spirit of a fairy. Am I right, young man?"

"You're absolutely right! I'm just a man, a disciple of the Lingxiao Sword Sect!"

The scholar raised his head and suddenly thought, "Lingxiao Sword Sect? Never heard of it!"

The old monk's face turned pale, fearing that Du Fang would explode and cause trouble, and he said hurriedly:

"Lingxiao's sphere of influence doesn't extend here, so it's normal that you haven't heard of it!"

Du Fang said softly, "You already know why we're here, and you just promised me that if you break the miasma spell, you'll help me remove the immortal spirit. Do you mean what you said?"

"Of course it counts! But..." Qiu Wuxie kept it a secret.

Du Fang really asked, "But what?"

"I'm afraid you won't be able to bear the pain of your body and will swing your sword back at me. This is the village I've worked so hard to build. If you destroy it with one sword, I won't even have anywhere to cry!"

This scholar has so much to say, but hope is right in front of us, and we absolutely cannot take a step back at this time.

Du Fang gritted his teeth and said, "I can hold on!"

"You can't hold on, young man!"

"I can hold on!" Du Fang nodded heavily.

Qiu Wuxie looked at his expression curiously, trying to see a flower blooming on his face.

"What are you looking at? What's so good?"

"do not move!"

Qiu Wuxie suddenly took out a black dragon blood glass ball from his arms and said softly:

"Put your hands on it!"

Du Fang put it up as he was told.

Qiu Wuxie closed his eyes, as if pondering something. After a while, he opened his eyes and suddenly sighed, "Your immortal spirit is indeed different from other immortal spirits. The Qingtai is a very sinister and evil creature of the aristocratic family. I don't know which evil cultivator suppressed the immortal spirit's soul inside. No wonder you are a man!"

This scholar is indeed talented.