Ninth-level fairy

Li Qingshuang didn't dare to think further.

Even if she could get out of Jianmen with the help of Grandmaster Changqingzi, how would she answer the questions from her uncle and the other disciples?

The fairy died in there and I didn’t bring him out?

How disappointed would that make the master and his disciples?

She has the responsibility to protect the fairies, so is she going to let him go alone to the tomb of the Human Emperor, where he is at risk of death?

At this time, the sky had begun to brighten, and the first ray of purple cloud in the east had risen from the distant sky.

The entire dark space was filled with a pale glow.

At this moment, the three of them were shocked to see the white mist above Lingyuan begin to roll violently. The white mist began to roll outward like flowing clouds.

As the white mist gradually dissipated, the true face of Lingyuan was finally revealed.

Li Qingshuang saw a mirror beneath the Lingyuan Abyss, a translucent white mirror. Within the mirror were birds and beasts, a scene of peace. Atop a mountaintop lush with trees, a faint, almost invisible, palace of immortals loomed.

She was just about to tell Du Fang what she saw when suddenly, the immortal palaces disappeared and the beasts and birds perished in the mirror.

Those familiar mountains began to evolve and became the appearance of Lingxiao Mountain, Lingxiao Sword Pavilion, the Three Pure Ones statues, Yunhai Square, every scene was so familiar, and thousands of disciples gathered on the square.

A huge blood-red sword light slashed down from the air—

The white-robed disciples turned into a bloody mist, the Yunhai Square was cut in half by a sword, the statues of the Three Pure Ones were cracked, and Master Xuanji spurted blood and was nailed to the top of the statue's head by a sword.

Li Qingshuang's whole body suddenly turned cold, and she couldn't help but ask herself:

"Is this Lingxiao's fate in the future? Even the immortals can't save the Lingxiao Sword Sect from extermination?"

Chang Qingzi saw a different scene. He saw his uncle, uncle, best friend, and lover having their souls extracted and pressed into the bodies of paper men. The scene then changed, and he drew out a peerless divine weapon from a pagoda. With one sword, he cut the entire desert in half. Millions of white spirits were sucked into the sword in his hand.

From beginning to end, Du Fang only saw a woman, a woman in white, walking barefoot on the grass with a pot of flowers in her hand. Beside her were the paintbrushes and paper that had just been unfinished.

That pot of flowers was a fairy, and it was quite different from the fairies he had seen. Its color was as black as ink, pitch black and translucent, with ninety-nine and eighty-one petals. As the woman disappeared, the petals gradually turned white.

The scene he saw from beginning to end was the same.

There are no immortal palaces, no ten thousand mountains, no flying birds or beasts, and no rays of light.

The three of them could not wake up from the shock for a long time.

The sun completely jumped out from the clouds, illuminating the entire earth. All the images disappeared, and Lingyuan turned black.

The bottomless darkness.

All the three people saw was a bottomless darkness.

Li Qingshuang said softly: "No, the mirror has finally turned black!"

Du Fang remained as calm as ever, while Chang Qingzi's face was filled with excitement. He seemed to see the peerless divine sword waiting for him beneath the Spiritual Abyss.

Du Fang looked at Li Qingshuang with a gentle expression: "Senior Sister, you stay here. If I can't get up, go find a way out in three days. Patriarch Changqingzi is here and should be able to take you out!"

Li Qingshuang didn't shake her head, she just stared at him blankly.

"Senior Sister, goodbye!"

Du Fang closed his eyes and fell face down from the Qingqidaotu.

Li Qingshuang suddenly reached out and grabbed his ankle, and both of them fell down immediately.

Chang Qingzi bit his lip, hesitating. This was an opportunity, an opportunity to master the power of heaven and earth. The divine weapon from the abyss represented the power of heaven and earth.

Finally, he slapped himself hard and put away the Qingqi Daotu.

Then the whole body fell down.

After the three figures fell into the abyss, thick white fog rose from the abyss again, creating layers of ripples.

The entire abyss crack began to heal slowly after they entered.

The earth is full of green vitality again, as if it had never existed before.

Amid the whistling sound of the wind as he fell, Du Fang felt a gentle body climbing up and hugging his naked upper body tightly.

That warm feeling.

Du Fang subconsciously wrapped his arms around her slender waist.

This silly girl must follow me to seek death. Her soft and gentle voice came into my ears:

"Don't even think about abandoning me!"

He felt warm in his heart after hearing these words. Yes, to die with such a woman in such a beautiful place would not be a life lived in vain.

The wonderful feeling didn't last for more than three seconds before suddenly, a powerful energy came from all around, almost crushing all his bones.

The blood and energy around him began to surge violently, and the severe pain made him subconsciously protect Li Qingshuang beside him.

Beneath Lingyuan, the dark space was like a big pancake, completely compressing them into a small, cramped iron box.

Li Qingshuang in his arms couldn't help but tremble all over.

Du Fang was furious and held on to the small box with all his strength. Suddenly, a hypnotic sound like a magic sound came into his ear.

As soon as he heard the music, his frantic heart suddenly calmed down. It seemed as if a three thousand pound weight was pressing on his eyelids, and his head began to feel heavy.

He kept telling himself in his heart: "Don't sleep, don't sleep!"

But in this hypnotic magic sound, he completely fainted.

I don’t know how much time passed, drops of warm liquid hit Du Fang’s face like raindrops.

Du Fang suddenly woke up. As soon as his mind became clear, he heard a sharp scream in his ears.

Mixed in with these sharp screams were one or two men's tiger roars.

'This is where? '

Du Fang's first thought was the so-called Lingyuan. Just now, when he looked from above, it was dark, but now when he looked from below, there was a light blue starry sky outside his sight.

Angry roars and tearing sounds continued to be heard from the side.

Du Fang finally realized that the sound beside him was not the hypnotic magic sound just now, but someone was really fighting angrily.

He got up immediately.

Sword flashes appeared in his eyes. Three feet away from him, a dazzling dark green light appeared in the right hand of Patriarch Changqingzi, and a dark green Taoist diagram appeared behind his left.

They were waving their swords continuously and sweeping across the air in a fierce fight.

This is a sword that is driven by energy. Every time a sword beam is radiated, screams are heard.

Chang Qingzi's hair was completely disheveled, his long hair draped over his shoulders. His black robe was covered in blood and flesh, and his shoulders, face, and thighs were all covered in bitten flesh.

This tragic scene shocked Du Fang.

It was indeed a big tomb, and there were tens of thousands of virtual white ghosts in it.

All the scenes they had seen up there before were illusions to lure them in here.

At this time, Chang Qingzi was covered in blood. Around him, countless white evil spirits with bloody mouths opened continuously, biting and scratching him.

Many ghosts' white nails and black teeth were stained with red blood.

Du Fang was suddenly awakened by the scene in front of him and stood up immediately.