Ninth-level fairy

At this time, on the official road of Zangyun Ancient Town, Du Fang took out three parchment figures. These paper figures were different from ordinary ones, and were covered with strange runes.

This is an evil weapon. Du Fang went through untold hardships to obtain this treasure. This time the matter is of great importance and must not be lost.

So Du Fang took out his most treasured treasure, pierced a drop of soul blood from his forehead, and dripped it onto the paper man.

The paper man immediately fell to the ground and took on the appearance of a child, as vivid as a real person.

He has been following Hei Xuan for three days, and the green fetus is about to take shape today.

Looking at the figure of Taoist Hei Xuan walking away.

Du Fang's real body quietly disappeared behind the wall.

And the paper baby followed Hei Xuan out of the town.

Seeing the child approaching, Hei Xuan Taoist leaned over and looked at him kindly: "Do you want to eat more?"

A childish voice came out of Du Fang's mouth: "Anything else?"

"This is the last one. If you eat it, there will be no more!"

The red wild fruit was stuffed into the child's mouth. He smacked his lips a few times and asked, "Anything else?"

Taoist Priest Hei Xuan looked at the greedy child and flashed a wicked smile: "There is more, but it's in the forest ahead. Do you want to go with grandpa?"

"Yes, let's go, this fruit is delicious!"

At this time, Du Fang was wearing a cotton jacket, singing nursery rhymes, and jumping forward.

Seeing that there was no one on the road, Hei Xuan immediately followed.

The forest is very deep, and there is a hint of weirdness in the winter loneliness.

Feeling scared, Du Fang stopped outside and reached out to hold Taoist Hei Xuan's hand.

"arrive!"

There were no fruit trees in front of the two men, only a desolate grave with a rotten tombstone.

"Where's the fruit? Why can't I see it?"

"Right here!" Taoist Hei Xuan kicked away the tombstone, took out a waist-thick earthenware jar, and smiled at Du Fang: "Look, grandpa is hiding in the jar!"

Du Fang smiled sweetly and looked inside.

Suddenly, Taoist Hei Xuan stretched out his hand from his sleeve, grabbed his neck, grinned fiercely, and pressed his whole body in.

The black liquid immediately overflowed from the jar.

Taoist Hei Xuan lifted his body upside down and stuffed his entire kicking body in. Then he covered it with a wooden cover, twisted his waist, and sat directly on it with his big butt.

As Du Fang struggled, black liquid continued to emerge from the jar.

In less than a moment, the jar returned to silence, and a satisfied smile finally appeared on Hei Xuan's face. He was not in a hurry to open the lid.

Instead, he took out a hoe from the side and dug up the grave.

The coffin was buried very shallowly, less than two feet thick. It was made of white wood. Although the grave looked very old, the coffin surface looked very new, as if it had been buried not long ago.

Taoist Hei Xuan opened the coffin lid with his hands.

Without even looking, he reached into the coffin.

There was no corpse in the white coffin, but some very strange things.

Such a strange thing could never happen to this Taoist.

In the coffin were a woman's wedding red dress, a phoenix crown, embroidered shoes, a roll of silver fishing line, and a golden hook. The hook was almost as thick as a finger, and it looked like it was used to catch a big fish.

Yellow paper, red candles, and five pieces of bamboo poles were placed at the bottom of the coffin.

Taoist Hei Xuan took out two packages, rolled all the things in, and buried the coffin in the tomb again.

All this was done very smoothly. When the child's body, which had already died, was brought out, Taoist Hei Xuan immediately covered his nose.

A strong stench of corpse emanated from the jar.

Taoist Hei Xuan took out a fire starter and threw it in.

With a sizzling sound, the liquid suddenly caught fire, making crackling sounds like frying.

"It's been nine years, and we're finally going to succeed!"

Hei Xuan had just finished sighing when suddenly, sixty or seventy red sword beams flashed over his head. The sound of the swords piercing the air was extremely powerful. Hei Xuan cursed:

"Which immortal is this again!"

Listening to the sound of the swords whistling, he could tell that each of them was a sword cultivator whom he could not afford to offend.

He stared intently, looking as far as he could, and his eyes suddenly became dull: at the forefront of these sixty or seventy sword beams was a cold and beautiful woman in white, flying on a sword, and soon disappeared from his sight.

"Did something big happen?"

Hei Xuan thought about it in his heart, but did not dare to follow.

He was just a low-level cultivator, and going there to join in the fun would be tantamount to seeking death, not to mention that there were more important things to do today.

Hei Xuan's eyes were re-filled into the jar.

The corpse oil in the jar burned quickly, and as soon as the flame went out, the child's body was immediately wrapped up.

An hour later, Taoist Hei Xuan had changed into a black Taoist robe and was sitting on the frozen surface of Wangxian Lake.

Tens of thousands of snowflakes were like knife blades, blowing on his thin body.

Taoist Hei Xuan seemed unaware of anything. His face was full of anticipation and excitement as he sat cross-legged on the ice.

The child's body was blue and black. Hei Xuan took out the fishing line and inserted the fishhook into his ribs. After doing all this, he took out the knife he carried with him.

Soon, a two-foot-wide ice hole was dug out on the ice surface.

When Taoist Priest Hei Xuan lowered the hook into the ice cave, he deliberately stretched out his nose to sniff the corpse and said, "It should be cooked!"

Three incense sticks and candles were lit at the same time. Taoist Hei Xuan, carrying a knapsack on his back, stood motionless, as if he was fishing.

The candle was about to burn out, and the silver fishhook was hanging in the ice cave, but the fishing line was motionless.

Seeing that it was getting late, a hint of impatience appeared on Hei Xuan's cracked face.

He couldn't help but pull up the hook. When he saw that there was no body on the hook, but only a sheepskin scroll, Hei Xuan's face instantly turned purple:

"Damn it, it's that evil guy again, playing tricks on me!"

This did not discourage him. Hei Xuan made a quick decision. He cut a piece of meat from his thigh, hung it on the fishhook, smeared it with corpse oil again, and threw it into the ice cave.

This time, the fishing line responded quickly.

The silver fishing line began to tremble constantly, the water surface rippled, and a faint chewing sound was heard, like the sound of a big fish eating a corpse with its teeth.

Hei Xuan looked nervous as he stood up, his eyes fixed on the ice cave.

Finally, the silver thread calmed down. Hei Xuan shouted loudly, and with his hands quickly pulled the fishing line up.

Under the night that was about to get dark, a white hand was placed on the golden hook and pulled up.

It was the body of a woman, beautiful, slender, graceful, and naked.

Her beautiful eyes were tightly closed, her red lips were bright red, and there was still blood at the corners of her mouth.

Hei Xuan looked nervous and immediately blew out the candle. He took out the phoenix crown and embroidered shoes from his bag and put them on the female corpse.

Then, he carefully took out a bronze incense burner from his sack, opened the lid, and a black, sticky, fist-sized object with a corpse stench was taken out.

Hei Xuan carefully stuffed the sticky, unknown substance into the female corpse's mouth.

This was a very incongruous scene: the beautiful female corpse's fair cherry lips were roughly torn to the roots of her ears.

Suddenly, the black thing came into view in the mouth and suddenly turned over, with a strange baby smile.

Hei Xuan cut his forehead with his fingertips, and three drops of blood dripped into his palm. Then he knelt down and carefully dripped a drop of blood into the eyes and mouth of the female corpse.

When the sticky stuff finally rolled down my throat, suddenly—

The female corpse's eyes suddenly opened.

Hei Xuan looked calm, as if he had expected all this. There was no trace of surprise on his face. He climbed up and the female corpse followed his movements and stood up as well.

The red wedding veil was placed on her head, and Hei Xuan sighed softly:

"Your man is waiting for you. He's probably been waiting all day. Let's go!"

A man in black clothes and a red corpse walked across the ice covered with white snow.

When he saw several tombs standing by the roadside and looked at the setting sky, Taoist Hei Xuan stopped and pondered for a moment. Four yellow flags had already been planted on the tombs.

His eyes were slightly closed, his fingers made strange gestures, and he muttered something:

Three-way ghost summoning technique - open

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound on several old graves that were who knows how many years old. The soil fell down and several hunched white ghosts crawled out from the graves.

Taoist Hei Xuan drew out the wooden sword that had been struck by lightning, and pointed the tip of the sword at the coffin lid on the grave.

The rotten coffin lid immediately jumped up and began to twist into a red sedan.

"I have an urgent journey tonight, thank you all for your hard work!"

Hei Xuan bowed slightly, and the ghosts immediately looked terrified. They helped the woman into the sedan chair and put their hands on the sedan chair.

"Zangyun Old Village, Zhang Youyun's home, let's go!"

The four sedan chairs immediately took off into the air, and the four ghosts pressed the sedan chairs on their shoulders. They flew through the forest and over the grass tips, heading towards the old village.

Taoist Hei Xuan sighed softly, and his tense body finally relaxed.

As the headmaster of Yuzhen Temple, a famous Taoist temple in the city.

The female corpse in the sedan chair is the cauldron for refining the green fetus. She has been married eight times and has been refined for eight years. Now, she is only one step away from being married for the ninth time and the day when the green fetus is formed.

He reached into his arms and touched the bronze incense burner.

He used the man's blood and the oil from the corpse of a living baby to refine the female corpse. Ten months later, the copper furnace in his arms would be upgraded to a third-grade spiritual weapon.

With the blessing of a third-grade spiritual weapon, no one in Zhongzezhou can pose a threat to him except the Lingxiao Sword Sect.

Thinking of this, a smug smile appeared on Hei Xuan's lips.

He waited for eight years, and for the formation of this third-level spiritual weapon, he sacrificed the lives of nine infants and a young girl.

The ghosts carried the sedan chair at an extremely fast speed. The wind whistled in his ears. Taoist Hei Xuan proudly calculated the remaining distance in his mind.

Taoist Hei Xuan stood on the top of the sedan chair, the wind blowing his black beard, and the old village of Zangyun was already in sight.

Just when he relaxed his guard and felt complacent—

Sudden--

The sedan suddenly tilted, a ghost carrying it let out a scream, and the entire sedan fell directly from above the forest.

Taoist Hei Xuan suddenly felt his hair stand on end and he shuddered.

Before his eyes:

It was a dark forest. The sedan was flying, but was pulled into the dark forest by something unknown.

In this darkness that extinguishes everything—

A soul-stirring woman's sweet laughter was heard:

"Master, where are you going so late at night? Aren't you going to my daughter's house for a drink?"

In the bright white light curtain, a pure and holy woman walked out.

But her clothes—

Under the moon-white gauze, she was wearing almost nothing. Beneath her vaguely visible body was a graceful and slender waist, long and round legs, and white and smooth feet.

The woman had a look of abstinence on her face, but her body was full of temptation.

Hei Xuan suddenly felt a surge of desire rising from the bottom up, and smiled calmly:

"Where is your home?"

"Not far away, just outside the old village. My daughter has prepared the best wine and food, and there's also my younger sister, who's only 28 years old and is a very pretty sight..."

Hei Xuan laughed heartily, "You are willing to do so, but I am busy today, I will definitely come to your house another day!"

"Shall we go?" The woman in white pressed her slender waist against him, and her delicate hands had already pinched the buttocks under the black Taoist robe.

Hei Xuan suddenly felt his anus tighten.

Just as he hugged the woman's waist, a thin strand of hair stretched out from under the woman's skirt and gently wrapped around his ankle.

Sensing a sense of crisis, Hei Xuan's expression changed. He immediately pushed the woman away and shouted:

"How dare you set your sights on your Taoist master!"

He raised the lightning-struck wooden sword in his hand, and a blue lightning instantly fell from the sky, like a sharp blade splitting the mountain, piercing through the darkness in the forest and slashing the ground.

A hissing sound of burning hair was heard immediately, and the black hair suddenly shrank back.

The Yuebai woman's expression changed and she said coldly:

"Niubizi, don't refuse a toast and then drink a forfeit. I invited you to enjoy my sister's body out of kindness, but you didn't know what was good for you. Don't blame me for being angry!"

Hei Xuan chuckled, "Master Dao has something important to do tonight. I'll get some elixirs and spend some time with you two sisters. Just wash up and wait for me!"