Ninth-level fairy

Li Qingshuang used all her strength and nodded vigorously.

When Du Fang died and her master turned to ashes, she had thoughts of committing suicide. The reason she didn't die was that she wanted to fulfill her responsibilities as a disciple of Lingxiao.

Now, the burden fell on her, and she had no reason to refuse.

Xuan Ji carefully placed the baby in her hands and gently instructed:

"The fairy spirit cannot die. As long as it survives, we haven't failed. This child is our hope!"

"Disciple understands!"

"You must live well too. No matter how difficult and dangerous it is out there, you must remember that we are in Lingxiao, waiting for you to come back!"

"Um……"

This departure meant a separation between life and death, and Li Qingshuang was already choking with sobs.

"Uncle Master, take care..."

She turned around and looked at the disciples standing before her, and said softly:

"Take care of yourselves, too!"

"Senior Sister...we are waiting for your return!"

Li Qingshuang bowed to Xuanji, and saluted the disciples of Lingxiao. Then he collected his thoughts, looked calm, and stepped into the darkness behind Jianmen with the baby in his arms.

The sword gate healed again behind her.

She has a Yin body and not much Yang energy, so Jianmen accepted her naturally.

There was nothing but darkness in front of Li Qingshuang's eyes, and it was thick darkness.

My uncle once said that under Jianmen is the tomb of the ancient human emperor, so this must be an extremely dark and deep ancient tomb.

She drew the long sword on her back, and a starlight on the tip of the Yuheng sword completely illuminated the place.

There were starlights above her head, around her, and even under her feet.

She seemed to be walking in the galaxy, with the Milky Way under her feet.

Apart from the tiny stars in the galaxy, the rest was endless darkness. Li Qingshuang did not feel a trace of fear.

The steady breathing of the baby in her arms gave her great courage to go on.

The master said that this child was a demon that brought disaster to the world, and he forcibly transplanted Du Fang's soul into his body. If he wakes up, will he still be the junior brother he knew?

Li Qingshuang was unsure, so she quickened her pace.

Eyes that had long been familiar with darkness were completely integrated into this river of starlight.

Li Qingshuang vaguely felt that outside this long river of darkness, there were three rays of white light, like the pure white light when the fairy first bloomed.

Three white lights enveloped the entire darkness. Deeper in the darkness, there was an extreme darkness that was almost impossible to see with the naked eye.

It is indescribable and cannot be expressed in words.

Li Qingshuang couldn't think of anything to describe it. It seemed like a ball, or like a giant body hugging each other.

Suddenly, a white light suddenly pierced her eyes, almost blinding her.

She closed her eyes immediately.

At the same time, Li Qingshuang felt his feet go empty, and his body fell down, stepping on something soft.

After a very long time, she covered her eyes with her hands and opened them.

The first thing that catches the eyes is a green, with distinct layers of green, emerald green, light green, yellow-green, and then a blue, but the blue is very pure, just like the sky.

There was a beautiful scene before her eyes:

Green grass, forest, blue sky, white clouds.

Under the bright sun, the sound of flowing stream came to her ears.

This scene is so unexpected.

In Li Qingshuang's original imagination, this was an ancient tomb, with rotting corpses, ghosts, flesh and blood, mechanisms, and coffins.

I didn't expect it to be such a scenery.

She immediately went up the stream—

After walking for a long time, I looked back and felt that this scene was very familiar, as if I had seen it somewhere.

Suddenly, the sound of sword whistling came from above her head, and countless white lights, with flame tails, passed over her head. These sword cultivators were extremely fast in controlling their swords, far exceeding their master and uncles. They were obviously top sword cultivators.

After the hundreds of white lights, three red sword beams flew through the air and chased after them.

Li Qingshuang immediately bent down and hid in the bushes, holding her breath, fearing that she would be discovered by these people.

The sword light swirled and continued to entangle deep in the mountains.

Soon, the sword light disappeared.

She couldn't understand why this happened. She had clearly entered the Sword Gate, but how could she have entered another world? Although they were both sword cultivators, the realm of the sword cultivators here was far more advanced than that of those in Zhongze Province.

This is a problem that is simply incomprehensible.

Li Qingshuang didn't think about it anymore and continued to go upstream along the stream.

She had just tried it, and the heaven and earth here seemed to have the rules of the great Dao, suppressing these low-level sword cultivators.

Her Yuheng sword couldn't fly here at all.

And those sword cultivators flying high in the sky are at least supreme masters above the seventh realm, and are not suppressed by the rules of this sky.

She walked out for a long time and put the baby on the ground.

Master Xuanji said that immortals cannot die, and she cannot die either.

Clean water was poured into the baby's mouth. The baby smacked his lips twice, but his eyes were still closed.

"We should first understand where this is before planning our next step. The Tomb of the Human Emperor is buried here, so there must be an entrance!"

Li Qingshuang thought so and did so.

She climbed towards the highest snow-capped mountain in the distance. Only when she reached there could she take in the local terrain and see the entrance to the ancient tomb more clearly from the top of the snow-capped mountain.

After walking for a long time, Li Qingshuang finally discovered that this place was a little strange compared to the outside world.

There was not a single living being in this beautiful scenery.

Whether it is the birds in the sky, the insects on the ground, or the fish in the water, all living things are not here.

Suddenly, a woman's delicate shouting came from above my head.

Li Qingshuang looked up and saw an incredible scene:

A wall of water, several dozen feet high, came from the horizon in the distance. The wall of water kept roaring and surging, making a roaring sound.

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 suppressed the sword light on the entire mountain.

This scene was extremely familiar. Last night, on Lingxiao Mountain, Lord Longyuanhuang came rolling in with a murderous sword.

The water wall suddenly disappeared. The sword in Bai Zhi's hand slashed down, and countless white-clothed disciples rushed up into the sky. The sword light drew countless rainbows, and the sword body was slashed with rainbow light, rushing towards Bai Zhi standing in the air.

The red sword on Baizhi's back was unsheathed, rainbow light flashed, and hundreds of disciples turned into beautiful blood mist, floating in the air.

She has a delicate and beautiful face, and her methods are cruel and sharp.

Isn’t this the scene from last night?

How could this happen inside Jianmen?

Countless questions popped up in Li Qingshuang's mind.

The white clouds blew by, the sword light disappeared, and the sky and grassland once again became a beautiful scene of green grass.

Li Qingshuang was stunned. She began to doubt that the world behind Jianmen was like a painting, recording everything that had happened on Lingxiao Mountain before.

She didn't dare stay.

He sighed softly and never looked back, crossing mountains and ridges, tracing the source of the river. He climbed over lush vegetation and continued to venture deeper into the forest.

When he reached the foot of the snow-capped mountain and looked back, Li Qingshuang was suddenly stunned:

This is not the world behind Jianmen, this is clearly Lingxiao Mountain.