Ninth-level fairy

Suddenly, Li Qingshuang, who had not yet woken up, almost fell down.

Du Fang immediately reached out and grabbed her body, almost breaking out in a cold sweat.

He looked around and realized that they were on top of a huge coffin.

The rotten coffin swung precariously on its chains, eight of which dangled from the azure sky above.

The rotten wood on the coffin had been torn into powder by these sharp claws and fangs, and countless ghosts, some white and some green, showed their long fangs.

Chang Qingzi suddenly took out something from his arms and threw it into the distance.

Countless evil spirits immediately pounced on the thing, devouring and biting it madly with their bloody mouths and sharp claws. It was the corpse of a snow fox.

The snow fox's body was not big, and the tiny bits of flesh and blood were quickly devoured, and its skeleton was torn apart by its sharp claws.

The horrific sound of bones breaking and flesh being chewed makes one's hair stand on end.

The snow fox's body was divided into several piles of evil spirits with flashing green eyes, surrounding it like ants.

This scene was so scary that Du Fang felt a chill in his heart.

But the strange thing is that these evil spirits all pounced on the ancestor Changqingzi, and did not come to the coffin to cause trouble for them.

Du Fang had seen its fur in the stable.

How could Patriarch Changqingzi have its flesh and blood?

A trace of doubt flashed through my mind.

Suddenly, a roar came from my ear: "Cut the chains quickly!"

Du Fang immediately touched his back. This subconscious action had hurt him several times. Du Fang once again forgot that he was already an immortal and turned into a human.

While Chang Qingzi was fighting, he suddenly saw Du Fang standing on the wooden coffin, at a loss.

Immediately, a sword energy shot out from his hand, and the iron chain broke immediately. Li Qingshuang's unconscious body fell directly down.

Du Fang was frightened, hooked his feet on the chain, and reached out to pull her up.

At this moment, the fear and terror on Li Qingshuang's face were as if she was trapped in a terrible nightmare and could not be awakened no matter how hard she was shaken.

Just when Master Changqingzi was distracted, an evil spirit immediately pounced on him and bit his face with its mouth. Changqingzi's face was immediately covered with blood. The sword in his hand danced with wind and rain. The evil spirit pounced on him and bit his face, sucking the sweet blood continuously.

Chang Qingzi roared, grabbed the ghost's body, and crushed it alive in his hands.

The ghost's scream of pain disappeared and turned into a cloud of mist.

Seeing the dire situation, no one expected that so many ghosts would appear in this Lingyuan.

"Ancestor, what should we do now?" Du Fang's voice sounded a little anxious. The place where he stayed had been destroyed, and the evil spirits were endless.

Now Changqingzi is seriously injured and has no strength to fight any longer.

He was carrying Li Qingshuang's unconscious body.

There is bottomless darkness under our feet, and no one knows what may be there.

But looking at these evil things in front of me, the situation down there must not be any better.

Chang Qingzi gritted his teeth and cursed, "This is the fucking Demonic Abyss. The damned Human Emperor has hundreds of thousands of ghosts here, and we were tricked into coming here!"

"What's the point of raising this thing?"

"How the hell should I know!" Chang Qingzi was covered in blood and his face was full of anger. He no longer cared about his image as a master and started swearing.

At this moment, there was a sudden movement in Du Fang's arms. It turned out that Li Qingshuang opened her eyes.

She glanced around, seemingly unfazed, and whispered, "Use your fairy blood. These evil creatures are afraid of this thing!"

This reminded Chang Qingzi and Du Fang.

Du Fang immediately bit his wrist hard and spit it out with his mouth.

Sure enough, a magical scene began to appear:

Those pale ghosts would immediately curl up as soon as they got a little bit of immortal blood on them, and be absorbed by the blood spot to the size of a fist.

Immediately, there were 'hissing' sounds all around.

After three mouthfuls of blood, a large space was cleared around them.

All the ghosts looked at Du Fang's eyes with surprise and fear.

Chang Qingzi saw the opportunity and immediately climbed up, clinging to the iron chain, cursing: "You have this thing, why didn't you use it earlier?"

Du Fang said depressedly: "I don't know either. If my senior sister hadn't reminded us, the three of us might have died here!"

Chang Qingzi panted heavily, tore off his black Taoist robe, and took out three blood-red pills. He stuffed them all into his mouth, and the dark green Eight Formations Taoist diagram above his head began to light up.

"Keep an eye on those ghosts and don't let them come over!" he ordered Du Fang.

"Okay, Master, go ahead and heal your wounds!"

Du Fang held a mouthful of blood as he stared at the ghosts that dared not come forward.

Dark blue fluorescence mixed with blood and energy continuously sprinkled on the body of the Changqingzi Patriarch.

Chang Qingzi sighed and looked at his broken body. The flesh on his thighs was torn the most, and the white bones could almost be seen. The rest of his body was not much better. Hundreds of pieces of flesh had been bitten off from his body.

After taking the blood-colored pill, the wounds emitted a breath of air, completely covering the wounds, and the blood stopped flowing out.

Chang Qingzi glared at the ghosts lingering around him, unwilling to leave, and cursed, "When I get my sword, I'll chop all of you into ashes!"

"Ancestor, what happened just now? How did you attract these things after you came down?"

Chang Qingzi's face was gloomy, and he said fiercely, "I was just like you. After entering this Spiritual Abyss, I was hypnotized by the demonic sound and fell asleep. When I woke up, I was hanging on the iron chains, and all these ghosts were crawling all over my body. They were biting me like crazy. I was awakened by the pain."

Du Fang sighed and said, "Ancestor, why did you bother to come in? This ancient tomb is too strange. Although it looks beautiful and can arouse people's desires, they think it is a sacred place for immortals. Who knows, it is almost the same as a tomb that eats people."

Chang Qingzi sighed deeply and said, "You are an immortal spirit, the hope for Lingxiao's rise. As a senior of Lingxiao, I naturally hope to help you. You two kids are coming down now. I, an old man, can't just hide up there and watch the show with an old face!"

"Grandmaster, what should we do now?"

Chang Qingzi is experienced and has been here for more than a hundred years, so he should be more familiar with the place than they look.

When Du Fang looked at him, he saw that his eyes were fixed on the distance and he said softly:

"The three of us might not be able to get out alive today. Look around us!"

He pointed to the cliffs around him.

Du Fang and Li Qingshuang looked at the point where he pointed at the same time.

On the broken cliff in the distance, there were square pits dug very smoothly everywhere, about one foot in size. In almost every pit, there were nine bronze bottles.

These bottles have ancient patterns and complex styles, and are all painted with ancient evil gods.

He raised his eyes and looked up again, and instantly took a breath of cold air:

There are almost thousands of such pits in this spiritual abyss.

Chang Qingzi sighed and said, "These ghosts all came out of that bottle. They are hundreds of thousands of ancient ghosts that are kept here. Ordinary ghosts of the dead are not this scary at all!"

'Who raised this?'

"Is it used to deal with the cultivators who broke into the tomb?"

Two questions popped up at the same time.