Ninth-level fairy

"It's indeed the Longyuan Sword Sect!" Li Qingshuang said gritting his teeth as he looked at the tragic scene in front of him.

"Longyuan Sword Sect! Longyuan Sword Sect!"

Du Fang's whole body trembled with anger, and he bit his lips until they bled.

His whole body was boiling with anger, his blood was boiling, his hands were shaking violently, and he pulled the red sword out of the two men's heads.

He tore open his clothes and wrapped the two swords solemnly.

Li Qingshuang suddenly asked, "What about your nephews and nieces? Why haven't they seen them?"

Upon hearing this, Du Fang suddenly rushed out like a mad beast and kicked the door of the wing open.

There were three jars on the stove in the wing room.

Two nieces, one nephew, and three jars.

Du Fang stretched out his hand with great effort, but suddenly paused. He did not dare to accept this cruel fact.

Li Qingshuang followed him in, looked at his stiff body, and helped him open the jar.

There were two jars filled with potion, with the bodies of two children inside. The middle jar was empty.

There are five people in the family, and only my nephew is missing.

Du Fang was completely numb, without sadness or anger, his eyes were empty. He had lost his elder brother and sister-in-law, his nieces and nephews, and his father had died early. The home in his heart was completely broken apart.

He became a complete loner.

Li Qingshuang knew his grief and knew that he could not do anything now.

She didn't make a sound to interrupt him, letting him sit on the ground. She silently arranged the four bodies, covered them with firewood, and then whispered in his ear, "Let them be free from this suffering, okay?"

Du Fang nodded dully.

Li Qingshuang cremated the four bodies and watched the green smoke rising.

Du Fang finally couldn't help it, buried his face in the mud, and sobbed softly.

He couldn't cry out, his throat was blocked and his heart was beating uncontrollably. He had no home. From today on, he was completely homeless.

Others have both parents at the age of seventeen, but I was completely alone at the age of seventeen.

In the ashes of the flames, there was that familiar face, and the look of his elder brother earnestly advising him to learn sword well.

And now, they are separated by life and death.

When the flames burned out, Du Fang knelt on the ground, kowtowed three times, and swore with gritted teeth:

"Big brother, as long as I live, I will massacre the Longyuan Sword Sect and avenge your family's deep hatred!"

"Let's go!" Li Qingshuang silently helped him up.

Du Fang's whole body was soft and heavy like a piece of iron.

When the two of them left, an old man stood at the door, holding a red cloth in his hand, leaning on a cane, his lips trembling:

"Are you... Fang'er from the Du family?" The voice was old and desperate.

"It's me!" Du Fang sniffed. This was the village's oldest centenarian, Mr. Du San.

Mr. Du's eyes were filled with tears: "You...you are finally here...Everyone in the village has died, and we are just waiting for you to come!"

Master Du handed over the red cloth: "Those murderers... those who carried out the crime were killing people everywhere with swords... those who resisted were crippled and cut into pieces, leaving only me, an old man, to die..."

"If you want a nephew, bring the fairy flower to Longyuan Mountain!"

The strip of cloth was blood red and the words were black.

"Fang'er...you are a swordsman. There are 360 ​​people in our village...remember this, don't forget..."

As soon as Mr. Du finished speaking, he threw away his crutches and suddenly hit his head against a rock, dying.

--don't want!

Du Fang was completely numb. When he was young, the Du family's grandfather was still young and often used candy to entertain them. After his father's accident, the Du family's grandfather took care of the funeral, buried his father's clothes and hat cenotaph, and sent himself and his eldest brother to Lingxiao Mountain.

The money his elder brother Du Chuan used to marry his wife was also borrowed from the grandfather of the Du family.

But now, the people from Longyuan Sword Sect killed everyone, leaving only an old man in his twilight years, just to pass this piece of cloth into his hands.

He still remembered the wrinkled old face and the smile on his face when he saw him, "Fang'er, come here, come here, let grandpa kiss you..."

He remembered the tingling and painful feeling of his hard stubble scratching his tender face.

At this moment, a seductive woman's voice suddenly rang out from the depths of Du Fang's heart:

'Do you want revenge?'

"I do!" Du Fang answered immediately.

"What are you thinking about?" Li Qingshuang asked in surprise.

Du Fang suddenly woke up. Was the voice from the bottom of his heart an illusion?

After this question, there was no further sound.

"Let's go back to the mountain!" Li Qingshuang persuaded him gently.

"Wait for me, there are three hundred and sixty people, I have to bury them all!" Du Fang started a fire from the beginning to the end of the village.

When the flames raged, the whole village was engulfed in flames.

Du Fang stood in the air with his sword.

Dujiakanzi was gone, his childhood was gone, his warm home was gone, and he became a completely lonely ghost. From then on, he was alone facing this vast world.

After returning to Lingxiao Mountain, Du Fang locked himself in the house.

This night was so long and difficult.

Countless thoughts arose in his mind but he rejected them one by one.

Even if he asked Uncle Xuanzhen to bring the fairy flower, the Longyuan Sword Sect would not let him go, let alone his nephew. The rules of the cultivator's world are cruel and helpless.

Without the ability to instill fear in his opponent, all that was just a mirage. For the first time in his life, Du Fang felt such a thirst for power.

Outside the window, the night is dark——

Lingxiao Mountain

In the Cangjian Pavilion under the cover of night, a candle was still lit.

Taoist Priest Xuanzhen stood with his hands behind his back. Before him was a bronze coffin only one foot long. His brows were furrowed as he stared out the door, as if anticipating something.

Not long after, noisy footsteps were heard outside the door.

Xuanzhen immediately rushed over and opened the door: "Has the headmaster arrived?"

"We're here!" A low and majestic voice came. It was the Taoist Xuan Ji in a purple robe. Behind him, Li Qingshuang looked hurried, and there was a very handsome young man who followed a little awkwardly.

As the three of them entered the room, a dark green aura in Xuan Zhen's hand enveloped the entire house.

Xuanji Zhenren looked at the young man and said, "Tell your uncle about it!"

"Yes," the young disciple bowed respectfully to Xuanzhen.

Xuanzhen wondered, "Who is this? Why does he look so unfamiliar?"

"This is my direct disciple, Lin Xiu. He was previously an undercover agent in the Longyuan Sword Sect. It's understandable that you don't recognize him."

Xuanzhen looked at him carefully and said, "No wonder he's called Lin Xiu. He's so pretty. Senior Brother, why didn't you tell me you accepted a disciple? Are you also wary of having a junior brother?"

"The fewer people who know about this, the better. Lin Xiu, talk to your uncle..."

"Yes, I came here tonight to report an alarm. The Dragon Abyss Sword Sect, the Seventh Realm Wasteland Lord Bai Zhi, has gathered his thirty-six Heavenly Sword cultivators and is attacking overnight. They are expected to arrive after daybreak!"

Xuanzhen and Xuanji looked at each other, and a hint of worry flashed in their eyes.

After Li Qingshuang returned to the mountain, he immediately reported to them that the Du Fang village had been massacred. Xuanzhen realized that the matter of stealing the immortal spirit had been exposed, and immediately called the head master to discuss it.

Unexpectedly, in just a moment, Lin Xiu had already confirmed that the Longyuan Sword Sect had indeed launched a massive invasion. Each of the Tiangang Sword Cultivators was a peak-level figure in the Fifth Realm, and they were the vital force deployed by the Longyuan Sect to suppress the major sects.

These three days are spent gathering this force.

In addition, there is Bai Zhi, the Lord of the Wasteland, who has already entered the seventh realm, and she has the most ferocious "Blood Rainbow" sword in her hand.

The comparison of enemy and our strength.

Xuanzhen hesitated for a long time before saying, "Open the Sword Gate!"