Ninth-level fairy

When Du Fang saw these two words, his eyes went blind and suddenly there was darkness. Then he felt a huge pain in his head, as if something was breaking out of his body.

Almost ripped his head off.

Du Fang bent over in pain, and the thing was peeled off from his body. Suddenly, his eyes became bright again, and the severe pain disappeared.

Du Fang stood up in astonishment. He finally saw the appearance of the evil spirit that lived in his mind, and also saw the fairy flower soul clearly, this evil spirit with fairy power.

This is a woman, a woman covered in black.

At the same time, the white shadow in the coffin reappeared on the coffin surface. Her face was kind and loving, with a white ball of light between her eyebrows.

She split the light ball into three and injected one of the pure white light balls into the head of the kneeling black woman.

Then, the entire black fairy evil spirit suddenly turned pure white again.

There is not a single speck of white on the whole body, it is pure white that is dazzling and glaring.

"Mother...it hurts..." A groan came from the fairy's soul. However, the woman on the coffin had already disappeared.

Before Du Fang's eyes, everything disappeared.

A soul object was stuffed into his mind again. Du Fang understood that it was the flower soul of the fairy, which had re-entered his mind.

In this coffin, the fairy broke free from the power of the Nine Heavens God, but everything disappeared and she returned to the black divine world again.

The bronze coffin had disappeared, and before them stood only a huge stone.

The coffin and the white mist disappeared.

Chang Qingzi seemed to be thrown out by something and fell to the ground, gasping for breath.

In Du Fang's eyes, he already understood all of this.

This woman named Qingyao is the one who will be resurrected by the Human Emperor.

And the fairy flower soul in her body is her daughter.

The scene above Lingyuan began to appear in front of Du Fang again.

He saw a woman in white, walking barefoot on the grass with a pot of flowers in her hand. Beside her were a paintbrush and a piece of paper that she had just finished painting.

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 fairy spirit that was just separated from his body was completely black. It should be the black spirit flower among the three fairies. In the hands of the Buddha Kingdom, what color was seen was the green spirit flower. There was another fairy spirit. What color would it be?

When the fairy's flower soul is separated from its body.

Du Fang had already realized that the woman in the coffin was not his mother.

His mother had rough hands and feet and worked in the fields all year round. It was impossible for her to be so beautiful, elegant, and holy. All the obstacles before his eyes were because the black spirit flower dominated his mind at that time and began to merge with his memories.

It turns out that everything I see before my eyes is real and it actually happened tens of thousands of years ago.

This beautiful woman named Qingyao should be married to Emperor Huangqiu.

For unknown reasons, their three daughters were transformed into fairy flowers and infused with the evil spirit of heaven and earth. Qingyao used her magic to transform herself into the Three Pure Ones, dividing her own power into three parts and giving them to the three fairies respectively to remove the evil spirit from them.

That's why fairies can turn from black to white.

The same should be true for the other two fairies!

Du Fang developed an even stronger curiosity about the other fairy flower.

Chang Qingzi interrupted his thoughts and asked him unhappily, "Have you had enough of daydreaming?"

"What's the matter?" Du Fang's eyes were still confused.

"This is a dead place, quickly think about how to get out."

"What death?" Du Fang didn't understand what he meant.

Chang Qingzi was a little angry: "Can't you see that this is the legendary intersection of Yin and Yang? The Human Emperor used the holy water of the Nine Netherworld and the aura of the universe to resurrect his emperor and empress here, but failed..."

"How did it fail? How do you know it failed?"

"According to ancient records, after the Great Desolation was shattered, the last Human Emperor attempted to resurrect his wife. Just as he was about to succeed, he was met with a backlash from the heavens, and both husband and wife perished..."

Du Fang became curious and asked, "Where did you read this ancient book? Does it even record events from as far back as the prehistoric times?"

Chang Qingzi snorted coldly: "How could you, an outer disciple who hasn't even entered the Lingxiao Sect, possibly know all this..."

Du Fang suddenly laughed, "If you don't tell me, I won't take you out!"

"You..." Chang Qingzi suddenly placed the sword in his hand on his neck.

Just as the sword touched Du Fang's neck, Chang Qingzi's wrist shook violently, the sword was shaken out, his body was thrown out, and he spat out three mouthfuls of blood.

My whole body suddenly started coughing violently.

Du Fang picked up the divine sword and smiled at him, "I told you not to threaten me in this ancient tomb. Here, I am blessed with a divine destiny. Not only the elders who entered the tomb, but also the Human Emperor and his beautiful wife are all protecting me. You, a mere cultivator of the eighth realm, dare to act recklessly here? You really don't know your own weight..."

His scolding made Chang Qingzi so angry that he spat out blood.

In fact, Du Fang knew very well in his heart that the last trace of the Human Emperor's divine power must be protecting this immortal body in the tomb. He never saw that divine power again and knew the secret that had been kept in the tomb for thousands of years.

I can't die in the tomb.

But Chang Qingzi was so angry with himself that he wanted to take advantage of his high level of cultivation to bully his outer sect disciple.

He was confident in handing the sword to him because he was certain that his guess was correct.

So far, everything seems to be as expected.

After tying the sword again, Du Fang began to look for the key to breaking the mirror.

The previous small world disappeared when he touched the blue fairy spirit. The blue fairy flower is in the Buddha's hand.

This time he encountered a purple copper coffin. Although the coffin disappeared, it must have left some relics that made him break the mirror. The weirdness of this ancient tomb is that it requires him to finally see the remains of the Human Emperor, and also let him experience the origin and birth of the immortals.

Du Fang searched for a long time but still had no clue.

He sat down on the ground dejectedly, covered his head, and kept thinking about every detail.

From the moment they entered here and saw the woman in white on the white stone, to the thick fog that appeared behind, the Three Lives Stone stood here.

Until later, a light curtain, a copper coffin appeared, and a woman, Qingyao.

Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, and he immediately thought of the green jade token placed on the belly of the woman in the coffin.

Yes, a green jade token.

But the coffin disappeared, and this thing disappeared too.