Ninth-level fairy

Looking at the shy and lovely woman in front of him, Du Fang asked her:

"What's your name?"

The woman in green gauze shook her head. Suddenly, Du Fang pulled her into his arms and placed her on his thighs.

His expression was serious, and his voice was very low: "Do you have something to hide? Do you know us? You are a living person, right?"

Every time he asked, the woman in green gauze shook her head.

Du Fang felt something was wrong. If this woman was the paper man that the ancestor mentioned, then when he put his hand into her arms just now, he clearly didn't feel the slightest bit of paper. Apart from the woman's smooth skin, there was no difference at all.

He immediately pulled her down, laid her in his arms, and spread out her palms.

I gently wrote a few words with my fingers: Do you know us?

The woman finally nodded, and Du Fang breathed a sigh of relief. There must be some strange existence in this hall, controlling these women and not allowing them to speak.

He immediately held her hand and was about to continue writing when he asked her.

Suddenly, the figure of the woman in his arms began to dissipate, like a wisp of smoke, and her whole body rose rapidly. The illusory body pointed to the back of the hall and suddenly disappeared completely.

Chang Qingzi's entire body suddenly began to tremble uncontrollably, and he said in a trembling voice:

"It's true, everything you see above is true!"

Du Fang ignored him. In his palm, there was no paper, no human skin, and none of the materials needed to make paper figures or shadow puppets.

In his palm was a black stone:

Changshengtang!

This woman had been a member of Changshengtang before her death. Du Fang looked at Changqingzi and said, "Master, do you recognize this thing?"

Chang Qingzi kept saying to himself, "It's true, everything is true!" He stared at Du Fang, his hand tightly holding his arm:

"The Emperor's divine power has suppressed the souls of those eighteen people into the paper figures. Are they alive or dead?"

"Do you know Changshengtang?" Du Fang opened his hand and tried to calm him down.

After entering the tomb, the ancestor Chang Qingzi's condition has been not quite right, and he has long lost the calm personality he had outside.

The slap woke him up. Chang Qingzi stared at the black stone and then looked at the space where the ethereal spirit was floating.

"This is the eighth-level divine cultivator from Changsheng Hall, the female elder, who entered this spiritual abyss with the head teacher brother!"

Du Fang just said "oh" lightly. He had already guessed that these people knew the secret of Lingyuan. Their bodies were destroyed and their souls were imprisoned here.

Despite his careful questioning of the woman, he still ended up reduced to ashes. It seemed that all of these ethereal spirits had some kind of restriction placed upon their souls.

Once all the information related to the secret is revealed, the soul will be scattered and die completely.

He had already vaguely guessed something:

The fairy spirit is a flower that dies and a flower that is born.

That day, both Uncle Master Xuanzhen and Big Brother Mo Qingfeng said that this fairy flower blooms once every three hundred years. At this moment, the fairy flower in his mind was gradually growing from the body of the dead fairy in his previous life.

The energy in the red coffin reacted completely differently to him and the Lingxiao disciples. The intense pain would have been unbearable if it weren't for the red bellyband in the coffin.

At this moment, I had already been scared to death by this energy.

Moreover, Du Fang guessed that it was at that time when he entered the bronze fairy palace that the aura on his body activated this long-dead palace.

These magnificent scenes before our eyes were all enjoyed by the immortal spirit who was once the palace master in his previous life.

This also explains why someone was picked up when he fell down, and why in this fairy palace, women all call themselves palace masters.

They all recognized the immortal spirit within their bodies, and the woman in green gauze was the key.

Point out the key to breaking this illusion.

Unfortunately, despite being extremely careful, Du Fang was still trapped here.

When her soul flew away, she pointed to the back of the hall. What was that?

Du Fang stood up and decided to go and see for himself.

"Where are you going?" Chang Qingzi was a little suspicious.

"Didn't you see the path that woman pointed out when she died? It's right behind the hall. Do you still want to stay here?"

There is no road behind the main hall. There is nothing but the magnificent buildings, corridors and carpets.

This bronze hall is a dead end!

Du Fang panicked a little, and immediately walked out and rushed to the source of the white jade screen wall. There was a light bridge there, so at least they could retreat.

As the two of them turned around the screen wall, they were suddenly stunned. In front of them was a bronze wall, with no so-called light bridge or pillars at all.

Chang Qingzi walked around for a long time, looking at the white jade screen wall, and began to touch the back of his head in confusion: "No problem, this is it? How did the bridge turn into a wall!"

Du Fang immediately turned around and rushed out. The magnificent front hall and the temple were still there, with the white jade hall, golden war horses, green bamboos, and autumn chrysanthemums.

The only things missing were the countless maids who served here. The sound of stringed instruments and bamboo music stopped, and the entire hall was dead silent, with silence as far as the eye could see.

The scene just now was like a dream and disappeared in an instant.

Du Fang shouted loudly: "Those pouring wine, those singing, get out of here right now! I want to listen to music and sing!"

The sound was silent, and there was no response except the echo.

Du Fang suddenly sat on the ground. This magnificent place was like a box. They were brought in and trapped inside.

Chang Qingzi had already sensed the dire situation. He paced softly on the ground and whispered, "Those women went into the back hall. They can't all disappear, right?"

The two of them immediately went to the back hall, where there were exquisite dormitories. Inside each room, there was a set of clothes hanging on a hanger.

Du Fang picked up a piece of clothing and sniffed it hard.

"What are you doing?" Chang Qingzi didn't expect that he would have such a hobby. At this time, he still looked like a lecher.

Du Fang glared at him and said, "It smells like wine!"

A smell means the clothes have just been worn.

But in this monastery, there was no one except clothes. The many maids who had appeared just now seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, and the musical instruments were neatly arranged.

Chang Qingzi and Du Fang looked up at the same time, but were disappointed. This bronze fairy palace was just a box with no windows or doors.

Du Fang sat down dejectedly, "We are trapped here to death!"

After Changqingzi walked back to the main hall, he came out again.

"That doesn't make sense. When the woman from Changsheng Hall was dying, she pointed out a way for us. Why is there no way at all?"

Du Fang hesitated and said, "Master, tell me, what we see before our eyes is fake, is it all an illusion?"

Chang Qingzi sneered, "Do you think I've lived all these years in vain? I've long suspected this was an illusion. It's useless, totally useless!"

"How did you try?" Du Fang guessed again and again, but he had no idea how to break this illusion.

Chang Qingzi was a little impatient. Du Fang's words clearly showed that he doubted his own ability.

"The simplest illusion is a ghost wall, which is used to confuse the eyes of mortals. If we want to confuse the eyes of us cultivators, we have to go to the virtual realm and use blood and essence!"

"I tried it with my own blood, and it didn't work!"

"Try it again!"