Ninth-level fairy

Du Fang felt excited. He could even tell him his background, which would naturally help him cure his illness.

His voice was also much more respectful:

"Mr. Qiu, is there really a way to remove it?"

"Yes, but it will be troublesome!"

The old monk, having experienced many things in life, immediately said, "Sir, if you have any requests, please tell us. As long as we can do it, we will ensure that it is done for you perfectly!"

Qiu Wuxie hurriedly shook his head: "No, no, but this secret method of stripping the soul has been lost, and a woman's skeletal body is also difficult to find. What if it doesn't work..."

He glanced at Du Fang, "Brother, if you don't skin me alive, then a mere sixth-level alchemy cultivator can't withstand the might of a sword with immortal power!"

Du Fang said solemnly, "As long as you do your best, I promise that no one will ever hurt you in this life. When I become a great swordsman, all you have to do is write a letter to me. Even if I am far away, I will go through fire and water to help you solve your problems!"

Qiu Wuxie smiled and said, "Just your words are enough!"

Boss Gao suddenly interrupted, "Brother, last night I brought back a woman's skeleton. It happened to be readily available. Although it's hard to find, this master is your friend..."

"Is there? Where is it?" Qiu Wuxie was overjoyed.

"It's in my residence, in the back mountain. If this young man needs it, I can offer it to him. However... I have a request!"

Master Qinghe immediately said, "What is your request? Please tell me!"

"I want to join the Longyuan Sword Sect to train my swordsmanship. If this master can help me become an elder and take charge of this territory, I will definitely offer my services to you..."

Du Fang hesitated and said, "This..."

This was too difficult for him to deal with. Long Yuan was his mortal enemy. Bai Zhi wanted to kill him, and he also wanted to eat Lord Bai Huang.

You have to recommend someone to go to Longyuan and help him take the position of elder.

Boss Gao said proudly, "The Longyuan Sword Sect looks down on my evil cultivation. They've refused to let me join the Sword Sect even after several visits. I just want to become their elder, give them a slap in the face, and kill the gatekeeper's prestige!"

Du Fang lowered his head.

"Why, is this difficult?" Boss Gao said disdainfully.

This is why it is easy to see the King of Hell, but difficult to deal with the little ghosts.

Master Qinghe's expression suddenly became solemn. He said, "I agree to your request. Lord Baihuang and I have a long history. Once things here are settled, I will recommend you to become an elder in Longyuan!"

Boss Gao curled his lips and sneered, "Who are you? How could the wasteland master Bai Zhi, a seventh-level swordsman, take the words of an old monk like you seriously?"

Qiu Wuxie immediately scolded, "Don't be rude! This is Master Qinghe from Longqi City, a Seventh Realm Divine Cultivator from Hongfa Temple. He and Lord Baihuang are known as the two greatest masters of Longqi. He's not qualified, so who is?"

Boss Gao opened his mouth wide: "Seventh Realm... Divine Cultivation... Are the people in Longqi City all from such a great background?" He looked terrified, as if he didn't believe in the old monk's realm at all.

Qiu Wuxie immediately said, "Master, if you promise, I will certainly do it. You should thank him!"

As Boss Gao knelt on the ground, Master Qinghe hurriedly helped him up:

"As long as I am alive, once this matter is resolved, I will shamelessly go and ask for help from Lord Baihuang!"

Du Fang looked at the old monk with a look of gratitude on his face. He knew in his heart that Hongfa Temple and Longyuan also had a blood feud. Bai Zhi had killed his fellow apprentices, but the old monk was still willing to lose face and ask for help from the enemy for his sake.

He knew he couldn't have such a broad mind.

Master Qinghe struck while the iron was hot, fearing that others would make rude requests again. Although these people respected Qiu Wuxie and called him "big brother", there was no distinction between factions. Even if they made a request, the scholar would not want to offend his own people.

"Then please, Mr. Qiu, immediately remove the fairy flower soul for this brother of mine!"

Qiu Wuxie looked at Du Fang's face and said:

"With his soul separated from his body, this brother's life is probably in jeopardy. He must use the immortal flower soul, assisted by his skeletal body, to achieve the goal with one strike!"

Qiu Wuxie glanced at Boss Gao and said, "Go get your stuff!" Boss Gao immediately left with his men.

"You two, follow me!"

He was the first to go up the hillside.

The village sits on a hillside.

Behind the hillside is another cliff.

Qiu Wuxie sat cross-legged on a stone, took out the black glass ball from his arms, and then took out three red pills.

He pointed at the black glass ball and whispered, "The three-inch world you two just saw is the three thousand worlds within this seventh-level underworld artifact. This is the world of ghosts and dead souls, and it contains a nine-story Buddhist pavilion..."

He pointed at the red pill again and said, "Brother, you will have to endure the pain of being stabbed by a thousand knives. The pain will be unbearable. If you can't hold on, your breath will be gone, and this soul-stripping technique will fail..."

He handed over the red pill and said, "This pill is the pain-relieving powder I made. Take it first, brother. The pain may be relieved later!"

Du Fang put it into his mouth and felt a slightly fishy and sweet taste. He didn't dare to chew it and swallowed it directly.

The old monk asked, "When the ceremony begins, will my brother's body also have to enter this three-inch world and experience the baptism of the Yin spirit again?"

Qiu Wuxie nodded.

"If this brother enters the Three-Inch World and the Nine-Storied Buddha Pavilion, but cannot ascend in sequence to the summit of each of the nine floors, then this ritual will be considered a failure... and your soul... will vanish into thin air..."

He looked at Du Fang again: "This soul-splitting technique is extremely dangerous. Do you still want to continue?"

"Go on, sir, just do it, and leave the rest to me. Even if I fail, I won't hold any grudge against you!"

Qiu Wuxie smiled and said, "You are really open-minded. Alas... what a pity..."

I don't know what he regrets.

Not long after, four old ladies and Boss Gao came up carrying a red coffin. Behind them were the seven alchemists from last night.

The red coffin was placed on the ground.

Qiu Wuxie looked at Boss Gao and said, "Go find a cow!"

A hint of surprise flashed across Du Fang's eyes, and the old monk explained quietly:

"This is the beginning of the blood sacrifice ceremony. You must be patient!"

Du Fang nodded heavily. For Lingxiao and his senior sister, he must remove the immortal soul.

As the ox was pulled over, the black glass bead was thrown out and hovered on the edge of the cliff.

When this ancient ritual began, everyone fell silent.

Qiu Wuxie took off his robe, knelt on the ground, and began to recite ancient scriptures. As each word came out of his mouth, the body of the plowing ox quickly became thinner and shriveled.

The blood on his body evaporated into blood qi, which flowed out of his hair and became a trickle, flowing into the jade ruyi in the hands of the four old women.

The four old women immediately knelt on the ground, with their hands towards the sky and their buttocks raised.

He struck the same pose as Qiu Wuxie.