Ninth-level fairy

"Not long after the Lingxiao Patriarch left the tomb, he died of depression. Two hundred years ago, a headmaster personally led the sword sect's Qingying into the tomb, but disappeared without a trace."

"These are all extremely powerful beings in the seventh and eighth realms, but they were unable to walk out of the tomb alive."

"So, Junior Brother, you understand why I have always been reluctant to open the Sword Gate!"

Taoist Xuanzhen pursed his lips. This was the first time he heard of such secrets of the sect. In his impression, Jianmen was just a sword formation set up by the ancestor Lingxiao. It was a safe place to hide from foreign enemies when the sect was in danger of being destroyed.

However, I didn't expect that what was suppressed here was actually an ancient tomb.

And he was the human emperor in the ancient times.

Xuanji Zhenren looked at the sky outside and said calmly, "The Longyuan Sword Sect is coming soon. I'll go and arrange some manpower to see if we can organize a large formation to protect the sect. You move Shuang'er, your disciple Du Fang, and Xianlinghua to the back mountain first!"

Having said that, he walked out without waiting for Xuanzhen's consent.

Lin Xiu immediately followed his master out.

Taoist Xuanzhen sat there blankly. After a while, he reached into his arms and touched the white flower covered with cloth.

When his depressed mood touched the fairy flower, all his negative emotions were swept away.

A high-spirited, excited, and fighting mood surged up.

Xuanzhen immediately stood up, unsheathed his black sword, and tightly grasped it in his hand, shouting:

"Let's go and meet that seventh-level wasteland lord and see how capable she is!"

The two had just walked out of the room, and before they finished talking,

suddenly--

At the foot of Lingxiao Mountain, a low whistle came from afar.

Xuanzhen's face changed color and he shouted, "You came so quickly!"

He flew up on his sword, his eyes gazing into the distance.

I don’t know why, but the moon tonight is particularly bright, illuminating the entire mountain like daylight, covered with a layer of green gauze.

In such a beautiful night, there is a thin white line rising from the bottom of the mountain above the river.

The thin line rolled in, with a momentum like thunder, galloping across, and no one knew how many troops and horses came. Just looking at the momentum, it was like a hundred thousand cavalry attacking a city.

The low, long whistle continued with undiminished force, and the river water swept back from the upper reaches and hit their faces, making the eardrums of everyone in Lingxiao Mountain buzz.

At the same time as the whistling sound, the cowhide drum on the drum tower in the Lingxiao Mountain Sword Pavilion began to beat rapidly.

Obviously, Master Xuanji had already made preparations.

Countless green sword beams flew up from all over Lingxiao Mountain, drawing an endless rainbow and sweeping across the sky.

Li Qingshuang stared blankly. It was the first time she saw the Three Thousand Swords Formation rising up like fireworks, dazzling and brilliant, with the sword light shining into the sky.

Many elite third and fourth realm white-robed disciples, holding fluorescent stones, flew over the wooden houses of the Lingxiao disciples, shouting loudly:

Night attack! Night attack!

In less than a moment, the sword formation of three thousand white-clothed disciples had been completed on the plain at the foot of Lingxiao Mountain.

The outer gate, inner gate, second realm, third realm, and fourth mirror are arranged in order, surrounded by torchbearers standing ready, like an elite force.

Taoist Xuanzhen looked at his disciples, who were not panicking at all and were in an orderly formation, and praised them:

"Brother, your steps are so fast. You have already set up the sword formation in such a short time!"

He gazed far and wide, and just as he had taken flight, his eyes suddenly froze, staring intently at the white waves rolling across the distant river. On the crest of the waves, treading upon a strange beast—a black Qilin.

There is a big flag on the Qilin's body with the words "Longyuan" written on it.

Li Qingshuang stood behind him, looking at his master's face, which was changing from happy to worried, and was a little confused: "What's the matter, Master?"

Xuanzhen sighed deeply and said:

"It's the Lord of the Dragon Abyss Sword Sect, a seventh-level swordsman. What's coming has finally come."

At this time, Li Qingshuang could see clearly that there was a black dot flickering faintly under the thin white line. Her cultivation level was lower than her master's, only at the fourth level. In the darkness, she naturally could not see far away.

When the Lingxiao disciples saw this thunderous force, some of them turned pale, and some even took several steps back. The formation immediately became disordered.

Amidst the whistling sound that was getting closer and closer—

Countless torches illuminated the plain, and everyone could see clearly that a wall of water, about dozens of miles wide and more than ten feet high, was rolling in from afar. The wall of water kept surging and finally stopped in front of the gate of Lingxiao Mountain.

The whistling stopped——

Above the white water wall, there is a black unicorn, a woman in white, and a red sword.

The sword light was so dazzling that it almost suppressed the light of all the fluorescent stones and torches.

"She actually dared to challenge the entire Lingxiao Sword Sect alone!"

Xuanzhen chuckled, not knowing whether he was happy or worried.

In front of the sword formation was a water wall more than ten feet high.

The headmaster of the most prestigious sect in Nancangzhou, the Seventh Realm Lord of Longyuan Sword Sect - Bai Zhi

Wearing a red sword and white clothes, he stood far away on the water wall.

Just one man and one horse, their momentum overshadowed the three thousand disciples below them.

The Qilin was completely black, flying in the air above the water wall, with flames constantly spewing from its nose.

The woman in white was cold and stunningly beautiful. She stared proudly at the sword formation beneath her feet and said calmly, "What are you mortals waiting for? Whoever stands in my way will die!"

An elite disciple stepped out proudly, standing before her on his sword. "Has the Longyuan Sect become so tyrannical and overbearing?"

The woman in white floated down from her horse, landed in mid-air, and said proudly:

"The Longyuan Sword Sect has always acted this way. Anyone who dares to stand in my way will be killed without mercy!"

A red light flashed in his hand, and blood spurted out from the white-robed disciple's body, breaking into two pieces and falling from the air.

The woman in white stood in the air, the long sword on her back seemed to have never been unsheathed, and she killed the sword-cultivating disciple of the fourth mirror.

Xuanzhen looked at him coldly, without a trace of emotion.

Li Qingshuang's heart turned cold. Only one woman came alone. Where would the remaining thirty-six Tiangang sword cultivators go?

She looked at the white-clothed disciples, her eyes full of worry. Du Fang had just had his entire family slaughtered by the Longyuan Sword Sect. Would he lose control of his emotions and suddenly rush forward?

The gap between the second realm and the seventh realm is like a bright moon and a firefly.

But since the master didn't move, she didn't dare to move either.

At this time, at the foot of Lingxiao Mountain, Longyuan Wasteland Lord Baizhi killed a fourth-level sword cultivator. This scene not only failed to shock the crowd, but immediately angered countless people.

Many white-clothed disciples rushed up into the sky, their swords drawing countless rainbows, their swords shining with rainbow light as they pounced on the woman in white.

The woman in white frowned slightly and scolded softly, "You low-level cultivator, dare to be so presumptuous in front of me? You're courting death!"

The red sword on his back was unsheathed, and rainbow light flashed. More than a dozen cultivators turned into blood mist, floating in the air. Not even a drop of blood fell, and they didn't even have time to scream.

The woman in white glanced at the crowd and said calmly, "Anyone who stands in my way again will suffer the same fate!"

She has a clear voice and a beautiful face, but she is extremely vicious and can kill people in the blink of an eye without any hesitation.

This scene happened too fast, too quickly.

Xuanzhen glanced into the distance, as if looking for the figure of the headmaster, and his expression finally changed.

In the blink of an eye, so many people died in Lingxiao.

At this moment, Xuanji Zhenren appeared in a purple robe, with a white face and a slight beard, holding a whisk in his hand and a green magic weapon on his back.