Ninth-level fairy

Li Qingshuang stared at Du Fang's face infatuatedly. It was a face that was a mixture of handsomeness, tenderness, maturity, and weathering. These characteristics were almost impossible to combine, but they were all reflected on his face one by one.

This young man has tasted enough of all the hardships over the years.

But the heaven did not reward him with the slightest bit of sweetness. He had just entered the inner gate and had not been happy for three hours when he lost his home and relatives. Lingxiao, the sect he depended on for survival, also suffered the disaster of being destroyed.

Regardless of whether Lingxiao can survive or not, the rest of his life is destined to be an unbearable tragedy.

Li Qingshuang hugged Du Fang so tightly, with a sad and tearful expression on her face, and was lost in thought. All of this was seen by Lin Xiu, the direct disciple of Xuan Ji Zhenren and an undercover agent in Long Yuan.

That was the goddess he had been dreaming about, but now she was hugging another man, and hugging him so tightly that a wave of sadness rose from the bottom of his heart.

Lin Xiu smiled bitterly and shook her head vigorously.

Suddenly, his shoulder was patted and Master Xuanji handed a one-foot coffin to him.

This is the green fetus left by Xuanzhen, and it is also the Yin object that Du Fang snatched from the Taoist Heixuan.

From the moment he came up the mountain from this green fetus, Lingxiao was plagued by disasters, one after another.

Xuan Ji glanced at the dejected disciples and said proudly, "Cheer up, everyone! Ling Xiao hasn't been defeated yet, and I'm not dead yet. We still have room to maneuver. As long as we kill that desolate lord Bai Zhi, we'll win this battle!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone showed an incredible expression.

Uncle Master Xuanzhen, a sword cultivator of the sixth realm, was unable to kill Bai Zhi. Even the master, with the power of the sword formation, was severely injured. How could these defeated soldiers have a chance of surviving in the hands of the supreme master of the seventh realm?

The screams of Lingxiao disciples dying outside Jiange continued to reach his ears.

With every scream, it seemed that Lingxiao's fate of defeat became more and more certain.

Xuanji Zhenren looked at their dejected faces that had lost their fighting spirit and shouted loudly:

"As a disciple of Lingxiao, we must live and die with the Sword Sect. Everyone, follow me and retreat to the Sanqing Palace!"

The sonorous and powerful voice immediately aroused the bloodiness of the young people.

Many people drew their immortal swords from their backs and shouted wildly:

"Retreat to Sanqing Palace!"

The Sanqing Temple is the last barrier of the entire Lingxiao Mountain. Seven or eight old men in gray Taoist robes are kneeling on the ground, respectfully welcoming the arrival of the group.

These eight people are old men who have spent their entire lives without being able to reach the fourth realm. Here, they guard the statues of the Three Pure Ones and spend their old age in peace.

But now, the quiet and isolation here will be broken.

Xuan Ji looked solemn as he watched Bai Zhi and six or seven black-clothed Yamas coming from afar. Wherever these people passed, swords flashed, limbs flew everywhere, and Lingxiao disciples died immediately.

The elite disciples risked their lives to stand in front of them and constantly stop them.

But under Bai Zhi's magical weapon, no one could withstand the power of that attack.

Dozens of white-robed disciples stood under the statues of the Three Pure Ones, all with solemn expressions. Everyone knew that now was the time for the final battle and they had no way out.

Xuan Ji's eyes swept over them one by one, his lips moving, but he hadn't said anything yet.

Dozens of disciples stood up and shouted, "I'll go! I'll go!"

They are all the elites of the entire sword sect, and are all experts in the four realms. Their young faces are full of determination and sacrifice.

Xuan Ji bit his lip, his face full of pain. He turned away, no longer daring to look at them, and said softly:

"Go!"

Nearly forty people rushed out. This was the last dangerous pass. The ravine was hundreds of feet deep and the iron chain had already been cut.

Lord Baihuang is a seventh-level swordsman, so he cannot be killed, but here, they can at least drag many people into the water.

Xuan Ji no longer looked at the young disciples who had sacrificed their lives for justice. His expression was filled with sorrow and heroism. He turned around, knelt on the ground, and prayed silently to the Three Pure Ones. No one could hear what he was saying.

Du Fang finally woke up. Looking at the dozen elite disciples behind him covered in blood and with broken limbs, he understood everything.

Today was a complete defeat. The fairy flower brought not blessing but disaster to Lingxiao.

"Sister..."

"how?"

Du Fang's face was calm, without the despairing expression he had after being deposed. He looked like a dying old man arranging his funeral affairs. He whispered softly:

"When the battle starts, you should let me go and run for your life. Ling Xiao's defeat today is fate, and mortals can't force it!"

"No...I won't abandon you...We'll die together!"

She tightened her arms and hugged Du Fang tighter.

Suddenly, a clear voice sounded from a distance:

"Xuan Ji, I sent you a letter three days ago, saying that if you don't hand over your immortal spirit, I will turn your Taoist temple into ruins. Ling Xiao's thousand-year-old foundation will be burned and destroyed in your hands. But you turned a deaf ear to me and treated my words as bullshit!"

"Today, I will come personally to take it. I will crush your body into powder with my own hands and scatter it on the monks who sacrificed among us!"

It’s Baizhi, she’s here.

This means that most of the young disciples who went out have sacrificed their lives.

No one can stop her, no one can block her sword.

The remaining young people tried their best, but the only ones who could hold her back were Yan Luo and the woman in black behind her.

More than a dozen elite disciples of Lingxiao, wrapped in white cloth, swung their swords and slashed at the black-clothed Yamas.

Bai Zhi didn't even look at them, as if she didn't care about their lives at all. She flew up, crossed the long stream, and landed in front of everyone.

White clothes, red sword, and beautiful face.

The beauty of Lord Baihuang has a captivating charm that makes people dare not look at her closely.

It was the first time that Du Fang saw her face clearly from such a close distance.

This cruel demon looked about the same age as Li Qingshuang, probably in his early twenties. His long black hair fell like a waterfall over his shoulders, and there was not a speck of blood on his snow-white gauze dress.

It is undeniable that Li Qingshuang, as the most beautiful woman in Lingxiao, is still far inferior to her.

This cold and beautiful femme fatale now had a cold expression and indifferent eyes.

She looked at the group of Lingxiao sword cultivators with broken limbs and stumbling about, and her eyes became even colder:

"Xuan Ji, three days ago, you disobeyed my orders. Today, this is where you will be buried! Remember this: this day next year will be the anniversary of your death!"

At this time, in front of the Sanqing Temple, seven or eight old men in gray Taoist robes were forming a sword formation, nervously watching the murderous gods and demons who were approaching step by step.

Suddenly, a young disciple stood up and shouted:

"Witch, stop! The Sanqing Palace is a place of tranquility and cultivation. How can we allow a witch like you to defile it?"

Bai Zhi smiled slightly and praised: "What a courage! Lingxiao Sect still has such a brave disciple."

The young disciple looked at the miserable state of the master's body, and tears suddenly burst out of his eyes. He said in a sad voice: "Master, I will avenge you..."

He stepped forward with the sword in hand and just as he shouted, "You..." his voice suddenly stopped.

His body, along with the seven or eight old men behind him, immediately exploded into bright blood flowers. A red line passed through each of them, strangling their bodies and gradually turning into a blood mist, scattering on the ground and dyeing the bluestone slabs red.

Everyone's face was pale, biting their lips and staring at the beautiful woman.

This method of killing is simply shocking. Without raising their hands or moving their feet, more than ten lives turned into blood mist in the blink of an eye. There were no remaining limbs or broken bones, and even the blood turned into mist.

Li Qingshuang gritted her teeth: "What a cruel heart you have, you vicious woman..."

Bai Zhi shook her head and said, "If you dare to touch my Lingxiao sacred object, you will suffer the consequences!"

She stepped forward with her sword in hand, staring at the Lingxiao disciples huddled together.

Immediately, five or six white-robed disciples rushed out and stood in front of Bai Zhi, but they were shaking in front of her and behind her, and seemed not to dare to move forward.