Ninth-level fairy

Du Fang had already sensed that the cave was getting deeper and deeper, so deep that he couldn't see his hand in front of him. He poured all his Taoist energy into the black stone in his hand.

The black stone began to change color and emit a faint light like the fluorescent stone.

As soon as I lit it, I was suddenly startled.

On the cliffs around him, each one had a cave the size of a human.

Just enough space for a seated monk, with shrunken corpses sitting cross-legged within, the sound of gurgling water echoing beneath their feet.

There were almost a hundred mummies, and like the Arhats, they lowered their heads and looked at Du Fang who was passing by.

This feeling is very strange. It seems that each body of these mummified arhats is alive, and there lives an evil god with bad intentions inside.

Staring at them with sinister, malicious eyes.

This feeling of oppression is too strong, evil and Buddha are intertwined in this ancient tomb cave.

"Master, do you recognize these things?" In order to ease his emotions, he also wanted to know the origins of these strange Arhats.

"This is the Western Religion's Corpse-Subduing Arhat Killing Formation, specifically designed to deal with evil spirits. It's been extinct for nearly ten thousand years, and it hasn't been seen since the Great Desolation!"

"These things are very evil in themselves, and they are used to deal with evil things?" Du Fang suddenly felt that his breathing was a little difficult.

A feeling of nausea rose from my stomach.

It was a strange feeling, like having a rotting dead baby stuffed in your belly.

Suddenly, my nose felt hot and liquid suddenly flowed out.

Du Fang's heart tightened and he wiped it off immediately.

The liquid was warm, it was my own nosebleed.

He immediately turned around and looked at Grandmaster Chang Qingzi. Chang Qingzi was still puzzled, "Why are you looking at me? What I said is not wrong. This is what is recorded in the ancient books..."

Suddenly, there was a "wow" sound, and a ball of black blood spurted out of his mouth.

'There's something strange about these Arhats!' Just as this thought flashed through his mind, he suddenly noticed that faint smoke was flying out of the mouths, noses, and seven orifices of these mummified Arhats. This smoke was like flying catkins, floating out of their mouths and noses and dispersing in the air of this cave.

These things are much smaller than catkins and cannot be seen with the naked eye. They can only be glimpsed in the light.

"This is poisonous flying catkins!"

"Run!" Du Fang reacted immediately, took a deep breath, and ran deep into the cave.

One step deep, one step shallow, suddenly one foot stepped on a mossy stone and the whole body was thrown directly into the stream.

The fall made Du Fang dazed and he fell into the slippery stream.

He tried to get up, but it felt like countless huge rocks were pressing down on him, and he couldn't move at all. At the same time, the water was also filled with a large amount of poisonous flying catkins, which kept rushing into his brain and seven orifices as he struggled.

Blood spurted from his mouth.

Du Fang began to lose consciousness. This method of killing was unheard of.

Suddenly, something tightly grasped his ankle. Du Fang turned around and vaguely saw Chang Qingzi's face. His whole face was covered in blood, and his condition was not much better than his own.

His mouth opened wide, but he couldn't utter a word.

'Hey, I didn't expect to die in such a dark and damp place!' Li Qingshuang's beautiful face flashed through Du Fang's mind, and he thought to himself:

"The one beside him right now is not this Chang Qingzi, but my beautiful senior sister. What a wonderful thing that would be!"

He fell asleep, snoring faintly, and a golden yellow light came from his eyes.

The yellow light suddenly turned into a golden light, completely dispelling the darkness in the entire cave, wrapping his entire body, and the nausea disappeared.

Du Fang suddenly discovered that after his body was wrapped in golden light, these flying catkins immediately fled in fear like small animals.

At this time, he was very confused and didn't know what was going on.

Du Fang raised his head and suddenly froze.

The yellow light at the end was faint, appearing and disappearing.

He propped himself up and immediately walked along the ditch to look for the yellow light.

The yellow light was very close, only fifty or sixty steps away. Deep in the cave ceiling, the path was completely cut off.

A white stream flowed down from above like a waterfall.

On the big rock in front of the stream is a stone Buddha statue. The gold paint on it is mottled and most of it has fallen off. Only one or two red lights are flashing here and there, shining brightly under the candlelight.

Du Fang immediately moved closer, and he finally saw clearly -

There is an old monk sitting in front of the Buddha statue.

The monk's body was smooth and radiant, completely different from the shriveled corpse before. His skin also shone with a moist luster, and his whole body was the color of jade.

His eyes were hollow and his mouth was open.

"Was it this eminent monk who saved me? Is he also a cultivator who once entered Jianmen?"

This thought just flashed through Du Fang's mind:

Suddenly, the monk's eyes suddenly opened, and a deep gaze shot out from the hole, staring at his body.

A compassionate Buddha's breath enveloped him, suppressing all the evil spirits.

His body immediately felt as if it were bathed in sunshine, and he felt relaxed all over.

Du Fang just squatted down to take a closer look, when he suddenly opened his mouth and vomited a ball of black blood.

This black blood is laced with white hair, and is the sinister thing that floats out from the seven orifices of the Arhats, specifically designed to harm the internal organs of the human body.

After spitting out this mass of stuff, my body felt much more relaxed.

Du Fang mustered up his courage, moved closer, and finally saw the monk's face clearly.

There were still two pitch-black holes on his face, and his eye sockets were empty, as if his eyeballs had been taken out before he died.

In his hand was a string of pitch-black Buddhist beads, all the golden light coming from these beads. He was just about to take the beads down for a closer look.

Suddenly my whole body froze.

From within the lifelike body of the eminent monk, a dark red light emanated evenly from his body.

The Dharma body was evenly cut into two halves, obviously cut open by a sharp knife and the eyeballs were removed. There was no sadness or pain on the old monk's face. He stared at the darkness in front of him like a living Buddha.

Du Fang knelt down, bowed, and said softly:

"I am Du Fang, a disciple of the Lingxiao Sword Sect. I thank the Master for saving my life. Please forgive me for disturbing the Master's Dharma body!"

He had just finished praying and stood up.

The Buddhist beads in the old monk's hand suddenly fell and landed in front of his eyes.

At the same time, a scene that surprised Du Fang even more began to happen:

As the black Buddhist beads fell, the monk's body, the shriveled flesh and blood began to evaporate and melt, turning into wisps of white mist, dispersing in the void, and completely blending into the darkness behind him.

Du Fang picked up the Buddhist beads with trembling hands, and looked at the black and red sword stuck in the stone before him. Suddenly, he realized:

At the place where the monk's Buddha body disappeared, a blood-red sword only one foot long was stuck in the ground.

Du Fang finally understood why this lifelike body was evenly cut in half. A dark red light shone from the body.

This sword is not big, only about one foot long. The blade is black and red, and it glows with the fluorescent light of a swimming dragon.

On the hilt of the sword, several large characters were engraved:

Ninth Realm Sword Cultivator - Li Shuang