Ninth-level fairy

Above the Sea of ​​Clouds Square, the immortal sword automatically fell down as soon as it arrived.

Obviously, there is also suppression from the Great Dao here.

The two stood on the square. Chang Qingzi looked around and sighed softly. Almost two hundred years later, he could still stand on the Yunhai Square of Lingxiao Mountain.

The only difference from the real Lingxiao Sword Sect is that the hundreds of thousands of mountains in the distance are stacked up endlessly.

On the top or mountainside of every mountain, there are one or two immortal palaces, lined up on it, as if this was the Taoist fairyland where people practiced cultivation and sought immortality thousands of years ago.

Du Fang had no intention of appreciating the scenery here. He was missing his senior sister Li and the purple sword light.

As soon as he stepped into the Hidden Sword Pavilion, he suddenly shuddered and immediately stopped. Chang Qingzi noticed something was wrong and immediately stopped cautiously:

"What's wrong?" Before Du Fang could answer, the black and red sword on his body suddenly vibrated slightly, making a series of wailing sounds.

Chang Qingzi's voice suddenly became hoarse: "Ku... is it Senior Ku Moli?"

The sword in his hand seemed to have suddenly gained intelligence, flew up on its own, and slowly moved forward. Finally, it stopped beside a dry well in a sword pavilion.

Then it slowly fell down.

The tip of the sword was pointing at a person, and next to him were two people.

Three people who had long been dead had their backs to them, their eyes fixed on the dry well in front of them.

Du Fang seemed to have guessed something and asked, "These three are the three sword cultivators with the highest cultivation levels when you and the Grandmaster entered the Sword Gate together, right?"

Chang Qingzi bit his lip, seemingly unable to believe it, but finally nodded and said, "Yes, at that time, among the seven most powerful Ninth Realm Sword Cultivators in the Nine Divine Continents, these three people accounted for half of the country. Each of them had reached the peak of the Ninth Realm and came here to seek opportunities in order to make the ultimate leap."

"I didn't expect..." Chang Qingzi sighed:

"Three such powerful people, all perished here!"

"What kind of powerful magical weapon could have killed them all here?"

Du Fang took two steps forward to look at their bodies. The three bodies had long since dried up, becoming mummies, centuries old and uncorrupted. Three pairs of eyes stared intently at the dry well.

"Where did this well come from?"

Du Fang remembered very clearly that there was no such well in the Jiange of Lingxiao Mountain.

When Du Fang tentatively looked into the dry well.

Suddenly, a purple light came out from the wellhead.

——Soared into the sky and penetrated Jiange.

The two of them looked at each other at the same time. The purple air connecting the sky and the sea that they saw above the sea just now came from here.

A strong desire surged in Du Fang's heart, Zi Ling, Zi Ling flower.

The last fairy must be in this well.

Chang Qingzi suddenly reached out and pushed him away, saying excitedly, "Get out of the way, quickly. Perhaps a great opportunity is right before our eyes. We've found that magic sword!"

"What divine sword?"

Chang Qingzi sneered, "Do you really think that the peerless divine weapon I saw above Lingyuan was fake? It cleaved the entire desert with one sword, and millions of souls were sucked into the sword's body."

"This is the secret of this divine tomb. The Human Emperor wants to nourish the sword with the Yin energy of millions of dead souls, refine himself into the sword spirit, and merge himself into the sword body. Only then can he achieve immortality and once again dominate the world!"

Du Fang was stunned and asked, "You followed me into this tomb just to find this sword?"

"What else? Do you think I'm just bored and would risk my life to follow you?"

Du Fang was completely speechless. He had previously thought that Chang Qingzi was pretending to deceive him, but it turned out to be true. Chang Qingzi went down to the tomb regardless of everything just because he saw an unparalleled divine sword.

A magical weapon that can drive the soul of the ancient human emperor.

How powerful would it be if such a magical weapon were to be born?

He didn't dare to think, Chang Qingzi's greedy eyes were fixed on his feet. Du Fang looked down in shock and suddenly found that his feet were standing on a candlestick.

There were three extinguished lampposts with candles on them that had been covered in dust for thousands of years.

Du Fang immediately walked down very carefully. He couldn't figure out what putting candles on the sword meant.

"Get out of the way, I want to sacrifice my sword!"

Unexpectedly, Changqingzi suddenly lay down, and three streams of dark fire came out from his fingertips, reigniting the three candles.

Suddenly, a fierce murderous aura emerged from behind the three candles, and a vast and majestic aura completely threw the two of them out of the hall.

At the same time, a thunderous sound rang out.

"Who are you, daring to trespass into the Immortal Palace and covet the ancient divine weapons!"

Chang Qingzi was lying on the ground, covered in dirt, but his face was full of enthusiasm. He laughed heartily and said, "You, you really have become sword slaves guarding the sword. I was right!"

Du Fang stood at the door and didn't dare to go in.

The purple color in the dry well merged with the candlelight, and three faint white mists rose.

These white mists gradually condensed into huge humanoid creatures.

This was a Yin spirit. Before his eyes, the bodies of the three Ninth Realm Sword Cultivators began to collapse and decompose, becoming a pile of pale bones. These bones flew upwards and merged with the Yin spirit, forming a giant skeleton.

What surprised Du Fang even more was that the ninth-level magic weapon he had been carrying with him automatically jumped into his hands.

Sure enough, what the ancestor said was right. This was Ku Moli, who became a sword slave.

Immediately, two faint green flames emerged from the candles simultaneously, trembling and standing up. They condensed into two ethereal skeletons that were taller than before.

These two were bigger than the previous one, and had a more captivating aura. One held a giant sword, almost as tall as a human, and the other held a long and thin one.

The three skeletons moved, and the mummies in front of them disappeared.

There was an unpleasant sound of metal rubbing against each other.

Chang Qingzi roared, "Kill him now! Otherwise, we will all die in their hands!"

"Is this the sword slave?"

"Can you kill it? These three skeletons are so scary and they are in a ethereal state. How can you kill them?" Du Fang was very disdainful.

Chang Qingzi flew up, but before he entered the sword pavilion, a huge sword energy was slashed out, and his body immediately flew out.

Du Fang stared at the scene in front of him in amazement. The three dead ghosts, and the power of a casual sword strike was so strong.

But Chang Qingzi didn't seem to be hurt by this blow. He rushed over and suddenly fell to the ground.

"Three seniors! We are disciples of the Lingxiao Sword Sect. We are here today to retrieve our sect's divine sword!"

"Our sect's divine sword!" Du Fang was even more confused when he heard these words. This Chang Qingzi had many secrets that he had never told him or his senior sister.

His thoughts raced: "Why is the Patriarch pretending to be like this?"

Suddenly, the three skeletons sneered at the same time:

"You beasts from the Lingxiao Sword Sect, you've arrived just in time. Lingxiaozi, you dared to plot and imprison my three brothers here. Today is the perfect time to chop off your heads and vent the anger my brothers have in their hearts!"

Before he finished speaking, three silent sword energies emerged from their bodies and stabbed towards Chang Qingzi, who was kneeling on the ground and had not yet stood up.

Du Fang felt something was wrong and immediately shouted:

"Hide!"