Ninth-level fairy

A very gentle breath came from above the red coffin, wrapping the three people inside.

There was even a faint aura of dark green.

Du Fang was still sitting there, but Chang Qingzi's face was already filled with shock and wonder. His lips trembled as he called out, "Master Brother?"

Du Fang and Li Qingshuang were both wondering, is this Patriarch Changqingzi mentally ill or having hallucinations?

But Changqingzi looked cautious, knelt on the coffin, and pressed his hand on the coffin lid.

It immediately merged with the dark green aura.

A huge green Taoist diagram immediately appeared above the entire coffin, illuminating all the darkness in an instant. At the same time, the Lingxiao Jade Plate thrown out by Li Qingshuang began to glow, flew up on its own, and merged into the green Taoist diagram.

There were eight spots of light in the middle of the huge Taoist diagram, which were much brighter than Changqingzi's.

"Brother, is that you?"

Chang Qingzi's voice was trembling.

Li Qingshuang also felt something was wrong.

Is this coffin filled with the founder of the Jianmen Sect who once entered Lingxiao? The Dao diagram began to shrink and gradually merged into the red coffin.

The coffin lid slowly opened in front of the three people.

A powerful energy burst out from inside, and Chang Qingzi just stood there, letting the strong wind in the coffin blow over his body.

Li Qingshuang was fine, she didn't seem to feel anything at all.

Du Fang immediately felt as if countless steel needles were piercing his body, and he was in severe pain all over.

He roared wildly and fell into the coffin.

They both jumped in nervously at the same time.

The powerful energy suddenly disappeared.

The red coffin is very large and can accommodate almost five or six people.

In the coffin, there was only a rotten skeleton sitting at the head of the coffin. In the center of the coffin was a red baby bellyband.

When Du Fang touched the bellyband, the severe pain all over his body suddenly disappeared, and an extremely strange feeling suddenly emerged in his mind.

It felt like I was back in my mother's arms, lying in her arms, basking in the warm sun.

The feeling of this bellyband was so familiar, and Du Fang could remember the embroidered pattern on it clearly.

A terrifying thought suddenly flashed through his mind, "Why do I never remember seeing this bellyband in the coffin?"

At the same time, a black divine place suddenly appeared in his mind, and the entire black divine place was covered by a crimson electric net.

There was a woman in Shenxi. The fierce look on her face was gone, only endless sadness remained. There were two drops of clear tears on her fair face.

The bellyband in his hand disappeared, the black spirit in his mind, and the woman also disappeared.

Du Fang stood in the coffin in a daze.

He finally understood why he had such a familiar memory just now.

This bellyband was not his own, but the childhood memory of the peerless demon in his body. What made him feel strange was that at some point, the two memories that had never been mixed together began to merge.

The first thing Du Fang thought of when he saw the red bellyband was his childhood.

The memory of this banshee is eroding his own memory.

Even the crimson net of the laws of heaven and earth couldn't trap her? Was this the Taoist art of possession? Had it already begun?

Countless questions completely shattered Du Fang's mind.

He is a little confused.

"What's wrong with you?" Li Qingshuang hurriedly woke him up.

"It's okay!" Du Fang smiled bitterly, looking at the scene that had disappeared without a trace.

"What are you looking at?" Li Qingshuang was very curious.

Du Fang was a little puzzled. "Didn't you see the red bellyband in the coffin just now?"

"No, you just stared blankly as soon as you jumped in, like you were possessed by a demon!"

Is this an illusion? Or can only my spiritual body see it?

Chang Qingzi, however, had already lost his patience and pushed him aside, bowing to the withered bones in the coffin. "Master Brother, even after your death, you are still blessing the disciples of Lingxiao. Do you have any last words?"

"Is this the senior master who entered Jianmen back then?"

Li Qingshuang also bowed down.

Chang Qingzi didn't say anything. He knelt down and kowtowed three times, trying to find some remaining things. Unfortunately, after the strong energy burst out from the dry skeleton in that instant, only a pile of bones remained.

"This is my senior brother paving the way for us!" Chang Qingzi sighed.

He was right. The red coffin was like an ark, swaying and slowly falling down.

Above them, the huge, vast white evil spirit just looked coldly at the coffin floating away, with a strange forest smile on the corner of its mouth.

The evil spirit stopped chasing them, and the three of them calmed down and began to look around.

The red coffin carried them like a small boat, going down and down again.

Suddenly, Chang Qingzi screamed, "Look, what is that?"

Following his gaze, with the faint starlight, in this ethereal darkness, smoke enveloped a flying eaves.

There was a flash of golden light, but it was soon covered by the drifting smoke.

Chang Qingzi immediately swung out three sword beams from his fingertips and threw them in that direction.

The sword light pierced through the darkness. The three of them looked at the same time, and suddenly opened their mouths in surprise, so wide that an egg could fit in.

In this vast and huge spiritual abyss, there is a palace that is almost a hundred feet high. It has nothing to rely on and just floats there. It has eight flying eaves, and a red wind chime is hung on each eave.

The closer the red coffin got, the wider the white mist dissipated.

Du Fang suddenly gasped and whispered, "This hall is made of bronze!"

The three people looked at each other. In this underground abyss, there was a bronze fairy palace hanging in the air. What did this mean?

Danger or opportunity?

Chang Qingzi's face suddenly turned red, and he shouted loudly with excitement:

"I know, I know. This is the tomb of the Human Emperor. The sword tomb you see above is the immortal palace where swords are kept." Li Qingshuang asked curiously, "Ancestor, is that a sword you see above?"

Chang Qingzi's excitement remained undiminished, and he shouted, "Yes, the writings of Grandmaster Lingxiao say that the immortals are sleeping in the immortal cave!"

"We found it! The head master did not forget to bring us here even after his death! His death was not in vain!" Li Qingshuang felt something was strange. There were at least seventeen or eighteen people who entered the tomb, but now only one was found.

"What about the others? Even if they're dead, they should have bodies!" She expressed her concerns. Chang Qingzi didn't take it seriously at all, as if he had been completely carried away.

He kept muttering, "Using millions of ancient souls to cultivate the sword in the Immortal Palace, this is the work of the Human Emperor. He wants to use the sword to be reborn! This is the secret of the entire ancient tomb! Brother did not forget to bring us here before he died!"

Du Fang didn't say anything and just watched quietly.

He already sensed something was wrong. The direction of the red coffin was not the gate of the bronze fairy palace.

Instead, it flew directly downwards, as if it had no intention of entering the hall but rather of avoiding it.

At this time, Chang Qingzi was so excited that he had lost his mind. Regardless of the female disciple beside him, he took off his black Taoist robe and tore the cloth into strips with his hands like eagle claws. He tied a knot on his head and watched the red coffin fly in another direction.

His whole body suddenly froze, and he seemed to have noticed something was wrong.

Chang Qingzi made a quick decision. How could he bear to see the great opportunity that he had obtained slip away? He got anxious and jumped out of the coffin directly, throwing the cloth in his hand towards the eaves of the bronze fairy palace.