Ninth-level fairy

When Du Fang woke up again, he saw the scene when he entered the village before:

Dense forests and a nine-story Buddhist pavilion.

A village with dozens of households, bright moonlight, and a gray, dead atmosphere.

The cracks in the river became charred farmland.

The night wind blew, and the flowers flew everywhere in the wind.

But this time, the old monk was no longer with me and I was alone.

What’s strange is that the broken arms and human limbs that were previously on the farmland have all disappeared.

The golden color of the nine-story Buddhist pavilion turned into a completely blood-red color.

Du Fang stood under the Buddhist pavilion, looking at the gate that was glowing red.

He strode in. Mr. Qiu had said that as long as he reached the ninth floor, he would be able to strip away the immortal power. He walked in without hesitation.

On the first floor of the Buddhist pavilion, countless people were kneeling and praying.

These people were all dressed in red and green, and were the villagers who had entered the Buddhist pavilion before.

As soon as Du Fang stepped in, these kneeling people suddenly turned their heads at the same time.

Du Fang immediately felt his scalp tingling. All the villagers had turned into zombies, their faces dark blue and stiff, and their lifeless, empty eyes stared at Du Fang.

Du Fang was just about to leave when the zombies looked at the bloated flesh on his body, suddenly opened their bloody mouths, and pounced on him at the same time.

The corpses of these people were incredibly strong.

Du Fang was surprised to find that he had turned into a monster. His body now looked very much like the two evil spirits from Shouyang Mountain whom he had killed with one sword in Zangyun Village. His lower body was fused together, but his upper body was two bodies.

The only difference was that his body was covered with ugly lumps of flesh and blood, and he watched the zombies tearing his flesh and blood madly.

Du Fang wanted to resist, but found that these zombies were incredibly strong. At this time, he had become a child and had no power to resist.

He wanted to kick them away, but it felt like kicking a steel plate. These zombies all had heads of steel and arms of iron.

In this three-inch world, all the immortal powers in his body were stripped away.

Du Fang desperately squeezed towards the stairs to the second floor.

The flesh and bones on his body were constantly torn off. It was such a horrific scene, and he had no power to fight back. It was the first time he had encountered such a scene.

When they stepped onto the second floor of the Buddhist pavilion, all the zombies suddenly stopped.

None of them came forward. It seemed that there was a restriction on the stairs, and the zombies could not come up at all. They bared their rotten teeth and lips, screamed continuously, but did not dare to move forward.

Du Fang sat on the stairs, took a few deep breaths, and started climbing up.

If the first level is so terrifying, what kind of monsters and beasts will be waiting for him on the second level?

To his surprise, there was nothing on the second floor.

There is nothing on the third floor either.

A trace of joy surged in my heart. The first level was so scary. I thought each level would be more difficult than the last, but unexpectedly, each level was easier than the last.

When Du Fang climbed to the fourth floor, he finally felt something was wrong.

He discovered again that the blood and energy in his body began to drain away again, just like what happened before in the stone tablet.

The fifth and sixth floors are exactly the same.

The girl's body on him had gradually transformed into a human form due to the nourishment of blood.

Even the smile on his face became weird.

When he climbed to the seventh floor, Du Fang had no strength left.

The blood and energy were flowing away faster and faster. This nine-story Buddhist pavilion was like a blood-sucking machine. The higher you went, the faster the blood was lost.

He sat on the ground and looked at the furnishings on the seventh floor.

The dead monks surrounded him, like thirty-six Arhats. Du Fang finally discovered that with each level he went up, the skeletal bodies of the monks who made up the Buddhist pavilion looked the same as the girl on his body.

The blood begins to become bright and smooth.

Starting from the monk on the second layer, his skeletal body slowly became covered with flesh. Skin grew on the third layer, and on the fourth and fifth layers, muscles and bones seemed to have absorbed the monk's own blood, and his body became strong and firm.

By the time they reached the seventh floor, these monks had already transformed into living people.

This nine-story Buddhist pavilion sucked all of its blood and energy dry and fed it back to the bodies of the monks who made up the pavilion.

This horrifying discovery made him feel a little scared, and he vaguely felt that something was wrong.

Du Fang was not discouraged. He gritted his teeth and climbed to the eighth floor.

The moment he entered the eighth floor, he immediately felt a huge force like a mountain pressing down on his head, pressing his body into the ground.

This powerful force was simply irresistible. Even the body that had been refined through marrow cleansing and bone strengthening could not withstand it, and the bones began to make cracking sounds.

At the same time, the monks, who looked like living people, began to lose the bloody color around their bodies, and streaks of golden paint flowed out from their seven orifices.

The immortal spirits and energy that were absorbed from each previous layer were all fed back to the golden-bodied Arhat on the eighth layer.

This eighth layer is the real murderous intent, and the following seven layers are just preparations.

As each monk was covered with golden light.

The physical pain suddenly disappeared.

These monks began to revive and suddenly opened their eyes. Two golden lights emerged from each of their eyes, and these golden lights were like rays, piercing into their brains.

Suddenly, a sharp pain came from his mind, and his head and soul seemed to be torn into countless pieces.

Du Fang hugged his head tightly and rolled on the ground in pain.

He slammed his head against the golden pillar, but it was of no use. The golden rays locked his body and his mind began to dissipate.

Du Fang clearly felt that the golden light, like silk threads, cut his white soul into pieces.

Just as the pain was unbearable and consciousness began to fade, a very thin, very light, female voice sounded from the depths of my heart:

"Fool, this is a conspiracy, can't you see through it?"

Du Fang gritted his teeth and said, "You finally showed up. Are you Mo Ling?"

"Yes, I am Mo Ling, the second daughter of Emperor Qingyao, and the fairy flower spirit that resides in you!"

"Get out of here, I can't stand it anymore!" Du Fang screamed.

Mo Ling chuckled sinisterly: "Even now, you still haven't realized it?"

"What realization?"

"This nine-story Buddhist pavilion is not meant to force me out of your sea of ​​consciousness, but rather, someone wants this immortal power. As a demonic fetus that wreaks havoc on the world, immortals naturally possess unfathomable powers. All cultivators in the world dream of obtaining them!"

"Don't lie to me, just get out of here! I really can't take it anymore!"

Du Fang groaned in pain, the pain that tore his soul apart made him so uncomfortable that he almost wanted to destroy this body.

Mo Ling snorted coldly.

A black light flew out from between Du Fang's eyebrows, and the golden rays that tore his soul apart were immediately blocked.

Suddenly, the severe pain disappeared and Du Fang stood up in a daze.

All the golden Arhats were immediately surrounded by a ball of black air.

"What's going on?"

"Was the peeling ritual interrupted by the Black Spirit?"

"You are usually very smart, why are you so stupid now? You still don't repent!" Mo Ling's voice sounded in his mind again.

"You're still lying to me!"

Mo Ling snorted again: "That old monk lied to you, saying that I was taking over your body, right?"

"Yes, you turned me into a woman. Isn't this a possession of my body?"

"This is fusion, the fusion of twin souls. I'm stronger than you now, so you naturally look like me. But if you were stronger than me, then this body would look like you. Don't you understand now?"

"You lied to me!" Du Fang didn't believe it at all.