Ninth-level fairy

The bloody scene just now was so horrifying that it frightened these elite disciples so much that they lost their will to fight.

Bai Zhi smiled and looked at a disciple who was supporting Master Xuanji.

Li Qingshuang knew him. He was the direct disciple of the master and had been undercover in the Longyuan Sword Sect. His name was Lin Xiu.

Bai Zhi inserted the Blood Rainbow Divine Sword behind her and floated in front of him. Xuan Ji Zhenren smiled bitterly and said, "Master Bai Jian, Ling Xiao has been defeated today. What else do you want? Killing people is not enough..."

Bai Zhi didn't even glance at him, and looked directly at Lin Xiu's shy face:

Suddenly he said, "Where are the things?"

This question was confusing and no one understood who it was being asked.

Lin Xiu suddenly stepped out from the crowd and put the green coffin he was holding on the ground.

Bai Zhi shook her head and said, "I don't want this kind of garbage. I want immortal spirits and the Lingxiao Sword Sect's most precious treasure, the Star Plate."

Lin Xiu suddenly knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times to Bai Zhi.

Seeing him groveling before the enemy, Li Qingshuang actually kowtowed three times on the ground.

How could she not be angry when Lingxiao's disciples were so weak and incompetent? She shouted angrily:

"Junior Brother Lin, the disciples of Lingxiao Sword Sect are all upright men. If we are defeated today, we will die. Thousands of disciples have stained Lingxiao Mountain with blood, and not a single one of them would kneel down and kowtow to the enemy and beg for mercy. How could you be so servile as to beg for mercy and surrender to the enemy? You are not worthy..."

Bai Zhi suddenly chuckled and said, "Junior brother, junior brother, hehe, your junior brother Lin is the thirteenth generation successor of my sword sect. Do you really think that the immortal Xuanji can accept him as a disciple and sneak him into my Longyuan?"

Hearing this, Xuanji Zhenren's originally injured face suddenly became excited. He forced himself to stand up, pointed at Lin Xiu, his whole body trembling, his eyes wide open, and said angrily:

"You...you...I've wasted all my efforts, treating you as my direct disciple and passing on my legacy..."

Lin Xiu's gentle face was filled with shame. "Master, I'm sorry. I came to you in the name of the Sword Master. We each serve our own master... Please don't resent your disciple."

Bai Zhi was already showing signs of impatience. She stretched out her hand and interrupted him: "Where are the flowers and the astrolabe?"

Lin Xiu carefully took out a wooden box from his arms and opened it gently. Inside the box was a star disk with black and white energy constantly swirling around it.

It has an ancient flavor and is filled with a dark green aura. It is obvious at first glance that it is not an ordinary item.

As soon as this object appeared, many of the remaining injured Lingxiao disciples shouted loudly: "Traitor, dog thief!"

"Fuck you, no wonder the Sword Gate can't be opened..."

"That bastard stole the astronomical disk and cut off our escape route..."

It turned out that when they retreated to Jiange just now, the star plate of their sect, which was originally used to open Jianmen, suddenly disappeared, and was secretly hidden by Lin Xiu.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Bai Zhi's face was filled with uncontrollable ecstasy as she reached out and took out the astrolabe. A divine aura enveloped her entire arm.

Bai Zhi exclaimed in admiration, "It is indeed a divine object. Lin Xiu, you have made a great contribution this time. Where is the fairy flower?"

Lin Xiu suddenly pointed at Li Qingshuang. Fearing being scolded, she didn't dare look at her and said, "It's on her. Taoist Xuanzhen handed it to her before he died!"

As soon as these words were spoken, silence fell all around, and the sound of a pin drop could almost be heard.

Xuanji Zhenren closed his eyes and sighed, "I accepted a wicked disciple. I feel so sorry for my ancestors! I feel so sorry for the Lingxiao disciples who died..."

Suddenly, a purple immortal light slashed out, and when Li Qingshuang was furious, he stabbed his back with a sword.

Even if I die, I must kill this traitor first.

Bai Zhi snorted coldly and stretched out her hand to grab Li Qingshuang. Suddenly, a huge force grabbed her whole body. She shouted loudly:

"traitor!"

Bai Zhi grabbed her body and threw her away like a chicken. The fairy flower wrapped in black cloth in her arms fell into Bai Zhi's hands.

After getting the fairy flower, Bai Zhi couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The corners of her mouth couldn't contain the ecstasy, and she laughed out loud:

"Lin Xiu, you have made such great contributions. When I return this time, I will recommend you to become an elder!"

As soon as the voice fell, a scream suddenly came out of his mouth, as if a poisonous snake had suddenly bitten him, and he shouted sternly: "You bastard, you dare to plot against me..."

When Bai Zhi held the two objects together in her hands, the aura of the fairy flower and the star disk intersected, and the black and white auras floated over the entire fairy flower at the same time, and the cloth on the fairy flower petals was immediately dissolved.

A purple-black aura quickly emanated from the fairy petals. This purple-black aura was like the soul of a ghost, quickly crawling all over Bai Zhi's body.

Her beautiful face, originally as fair as jade, began to distort. A purple-black aura quickly climbed up her cheeks and invaded her mind. Her fair skin immediately turned dark purple.

Bai Zhi immediately covered her eyes with her dark hands in pain and screamed.

At the same time, the black and white energies that emerged from the star disk instantly wrapped around Bai Zhi's entire body, and like an earthworm, they moved in her body at an extremely fast speed.

Bai Zhi was wrapped in it, her body shaking violently, her long hair on the neat bun began to become disheveled, her black face turned white and black, she kept screaming in pain, her eyes turned outward, and her whole body was shaking violently and painfully.

Just now there was a harmonious scene between master and disciple, but in the blink of an eye, it turned into a scene of master and disciple killing each other.

The change happened so fast that Li Qingshuang and the others were stunned. They watched the sudden change in front of them and didn't know why the people in their sect were killing each other.

Lin Xiu let out a sinister laugh, his face contorted. He rose with his sword, a yellow light flashing in his hand as he thrust the sword into the heart of the unconscious Bai Zhi. The mighty Seventh Realm Sword Cultivator, who had displayed his divine might just moments before, now acted like a baby, powerless to fight back.

Until the blood-stained divine sword pierced her body, her powerful strength in desperate situations suddenly revived, and a stream of innate Taoist energy emerged from her heart, forcibly sliding the sword edge back three inches.

Lin Xiu only felt that the tip of the sword tilted, and the sword failed to kill.

Bai Zhi suddenly regained some consciousness, jumped up, and the blood-red sword on her back fell off. She turned around and slapped Lin Xiu in the chest.

Lin Xiu didn't even make a sound. The force of the palm sent his body flying out and he fell far to the ground. With a "snap", all the bones in his body shattered and he fell to the ground like a ball of soft meat.

"Xiu'er...Junior Brother Lin..."

Everyone in Lingxiao was in a commotion, and many of them rushed forward, wanting to kill her with a sword. Among them, Du Fang rushed forward the most fiercely and with the greatest force.

He used almost 120% of the power of the sword in his hand. This sword almost penetrated all his efforts and hatred, the hatred of the whole village being slaughtered and the hatred of himself being disabled. This was the only chance to kill Bai Zhi.

This opportunity is fleeting.

If she were to escape and her cultivation were to recover, she would never have such a good opportunity again in her life.

Du Fang filled his remaining leg with true energy, and stabbed her head with a fierce sword.

This sword is a fatal sword, which will cut off her beautiful head.

More than a dozen swords were swung, each one struck with reckless abandon.