Ninth-level fairy

Du Fang walked over reluctantly, looked at Chang Qingzi, who was already dying on the ground, and asked:

"Brother Dao, how are you? Are you seriously injured?"

Seeing his greedy look, Du Fang even changed his address.

Chang Qingzi coughed violently a few times:

"The power of this sword is too strong, I can't control it. You go and try it, don't miss this opportunity!" Although he said this, there was still a strong reluctance in his eyes.

Du Fang pretended to be reluctant and moved over, but he was actually very happy in his heart.

This kind of true divine weapon is prepared for people like him who are destined to be with God. Ordinary people do not have such great luck to grasp and bear it.

At this moment, Du Fang stared intently at the hilt of the sword, took a deep breath, and slowly reached his hand into the purple fairy flower. As soon as his hand grasped the hilt of the sword, all the purple light in front of him suddenly disappeared.

Countless transparent white spheres appeared in front of him, and he and Changqingzi were standing at the gate of the Bronze Immortal Palace.

It can hardly be considered a gate; it only looks like a screen wall.

It turned out that they had been traveling around in several worlds but had never even entered a door.

On the screen wall at the entrance of the fairy palace, there are countless transparent glass balls inlaid. If you look closely, you can see that there is a small world inside each one.

Jungles, green trees, tundra, deserts, countless landforms, palaces and cities are all hidden in these countless worlds.

And what they had experienced before was just one of these small worlds.

Du Fang suddenly wanted to laugh.

Chang Qingzi seemed to have guessed all this long ago, and his eyes looked greedily at the purple hilt in Du Fang's hand.

All these worlds are real, and this hilt was brought out from Lingxiao Mountain in the small world.

The nine sword techniques in the bamboo slips still flashed clearly in Du Fang's mind.

"You knew it a long time ago?" Du Fang asked Chang Qingzi.

Chang Qingzi smiled bitterly and said, "What do you mean by knowing or not knowing?"

“Know we’ll be back here!”

Chang Qingzi remained silent for a long while. Finally, he sighed and said, "Didn't our Master Brother give you a hint while he was in the red coffin? He said this is part of the Three Thousand Great Daos!"

At that time, Du Fang was blinded by the strong energy and felt severe pain all over his body. Later, when he jumped into the coffin and saw the red bellyband, it was estimated that at that time, Chang Qingzi and Li Qingshuang, who were both inner disciples of Lingxiao, had both been exposed to this hint.

As for myself, it might be because of my identity as an immortal, or it might be because of my identity as an outer disciple.

Even the head master hid this secret from him before his death.

Du Fang suddenly smiled bitterly.

There was a trace of disdain and anger at being looked down upon in his heart. He knew that Li Qingshuang was with him and would tell the truth sooner or later, and Chang Qingzi wanted to use his immortal body to get the hilt of the sword.

So everything went smoothly. Li Qingshuang was carried away, and he was brought into the gate of the fairy palace by Changqingzi.

The truth is, the deceased senior master was unwilling to believe before his death that the immortal body would lead Lingxiao to rise.

The deceased headmaster and Changqingzi both knew the secret of immortal power.

They all believed that immortals would eventually be corrupted by evil spirits and become demons that wreak havoc on the world. From the beginning to the end, they placed their hopes on Changqingzi.

Du Fang smiled disdainfully again. This feeling was so familiar.

During the seven years in the outer sect of Lingxiao, no matter how hard he tried, the final results all belonged to his master or senior brothers. The spirit stones and elixirs that he had obtained through risking his life were all divided up by the elites of the inner sect.

After finishing the work, he still complained that he was not good at doing things.

I was still young at that time, and I wanted to enter the inner sect, change my talent and prove myself.

But now, he suddenly felt a little sad:

Have I never been trusted so much?

Everyone thought he was not the right person to take charge of Lingxiao's revival. Would the deceased headmaster and the living Changqingzi Patriarch also think so? Would she think so too?

A familiar face suddenly appeared in Du Fang's mind. It was the gentle yet majestic face of Master Uncle Xuanzhen. Although Master Uncle Xuanzhen was dead, he still remembered him until his death.

I am the person Lingxiao has been waiting for for thousands of years. It feels great to be valued by others, but it's a pity that it is too short.

Du Fang felt a sense of regret that he was a good horse, but suddenly died just after meeting the best horse trainer.

He had no chance to display his talents. Feelings of desolation, sadness, and even rebelliousness gradually began to spread within him.

'Even without this sword, I can still carry the immortal spirit and rise with Lingxiao!'

Du Fang's mouth suddenly curled up into a devilish smile: "Do you want it?"

Chang Qingzi said nothing, staring at the hilt of the sword in his hand. That was a real relic from the ancient times, containing the divine consciousness of a powerful ancient warrior. As long as he could take it out, the Lingxiao Sword Sect would surely regain its former glory.

When he entered Jianmen that year, the head teacher saw his strong character and asked him to endure humiliation and stay outside. He even left behind twelve senior and junior brothers who had reached the seventh level of cultivation so that he could live to see the immortal spirit enter Jianmen.

These brothers and sisters are the "blood food" for him to survive and refine the elixir of immortality.

He succeeded and waited for the immortal spirit to enter the Sword Gate.

But no one would have thought that this peerless sword of the Human Emperor could not be controlled and would fall into Du Fang's hands.

There was not only greed but also pain on Chang Qingzi's face.

When the head master assigned him the important task, he left him, the only swordsman of the eighth realm, outside in order to ensure the success rate of this backup plan.

Both the headmaster and he knew that only immortals could enter the tomb of the gods and retrieve this peerless and evil sword.

The Human Emperor wanted to use the Lingxiao Sword Sect to bring the immortals into the Sword Sect.

The powerful person in Lingxiao also wanted to take the magic weapon out of the tomb and glorify the sect.

This is a mutually beneficial situation.

The only thing he didn't expect was that this sword was too fierce. Apart from his immortal body, his cultivation level was not enough to control it.

At this time, Chang Qingzi's only hope was to return to the Nine Divine Continents. Without the suppression of the rules of the Dao here, he could take this sword and dominate the Nine Continents.

Du Fang sneered and looked at Chang Qingzi with a playful look. He pinched the purple hilt with two fingers and asked again:

"You and your brother, do you both want to take this sword out?"

"Think!" Chang Qingzi said only one word.

There is no need to say anything else.

"Okay! I'll help you!" As soon as he finished speaking, Du Fang suddenly stretched out his hand and threw the hilt of the sword directly into the abyss below.

Chang Qingzi's expression changed from surprise, to anger, to lamentation, and finally to helplessness. He looked towards the dark Lingyuan.

His expression gradually calmed down, and he suddenly said, "You did a great job! You are truly worthy of being Lingxiao's outer disciple!"

As soon as he finished saying this, he suddenly jumped down. He did not forget to mock Du Fang before he died.

Du Fang stood there blankly, asking himself:

"Did I do something wrong?"

A woman's voice suddenly rang out from my mind: "We are not wrong, who dares to say we are wrong!"

It’s the fairy, the fairy’s voice has finally come out.

“Why is it not wrong?”

"That is my father's sword. Without the emperor's blood in my body, it's ridiculous for a mortal to want to control the power of God!"

The immortal's cold and stern voice kept echoing in his mind.