Ninth-level fairy

Li Qingshuang's beautiful face also began to become thinner. With this master by her side, Du Fang could not hug her like he did outside. Li Qingshuang was also very cautious and would not get close to Du Fang easily.

Looking at the face that is getting thinner day by day.

Du Fang's heart felt like it was being cut and chopped into pieces by a blunt knife.

Will such a beautiful girl be trapped and die here like that senior from Changsheng Hall?

When he thought of this, Du Fang wanted to roar loudly.

Even if he was trapped here and died, he would send the woman he loved away.

This is a grave, a place of death.

If they stay here, their fate will be no different from those people.

He began to think about why he had hallucinations in those small worlds. The immortal body was brought in by Lingxiao disciples at the request of the Human Emperor.

But once you enter this world, all traces disappear.

Du Fang stared at the painting blankly, turning it over and over again. He didn't know how many times he had looked at it.

Lying on the ground, the sky was an endless darkness, with only the clear waves on the lake occasionally showing a hint of light, through which one could clearly see the thatched huts and green grass.

From the time I came in until now, I don’t know how many days and months the sun and moon have rotated outside. The sky above here is still gray except for a faint gray.

Li Qingshuang would pick lotus roots and grass roots and drink the water from the lake when she was thirsty. Chang Qingzi was driven crazy and wanted to jump into the lake and drown himself several times.

Du Fang's condition was not much better. He looked like a beggar, with messy hair and a face full of dirt that he was too lazy to wash.

This time, when Li Qingshuang was about to leave, Du Fang suddenly grabbed her.

Li Qingshuang struggled slightly but failed to break free, so she just let things take their course.

Du Fang lay on the grass and asked her softly, "Do you regret it?"

"What do you regret?"

"I regret bringing the immortal spirit into the Sword Gate!"

Li Qingshuang shook her head: "I have never regretted it!"

Du Fang suddenly smiled and said, "Look, the grass here is always so green, and the sky is always so dark..."

Suddenly, a very strange idea came to mind. 'Since the world in the painting is real, then—' Du Fang was suddenly shocked by his own radical idea. If I draw a sun on the painting...

He immediately jumped up excitedly, scooped up water from the lake again, mixed the powdered brush hair with his hair and the hair on his Taoist robe, and skimmed off some of the remaining black ink on the broken inkstone.

When he picked up the pen, his hands and heart were shaking. If it failed, there would be no hope at all.

Li Qingshuang immediately understood his thoughts and sat quietly beside him.

Du Fang first slowly drew a sun on the painting, then tilted his head back, watching the sky closely. It was still gray, with no sign of the sun rising.

Du Fang stared for a long time, gritting his teeth unwillingly.

He picked up the pen and drew another house in front of the hut, but there was still no response in the real world.

A huge feeling of despair came over him, and Du Fang felt so weak that he didn't even have the strength to lift a pen.

That glimmer of hope completely drained the energy from his body.

He called out to the fairy in his heart countless times to wake up and tell him which way to go.

But this fairy flower seemed to be dead. Ever since it entered the world in this painting, it seemed as if the fairy flower soul had been swallowed up by the picture, leaving only its own spirit.

Calm down! Calm down! Don't panic!

If you get confused, all your efforts will be wasted. You must not get confused and keep a clear head.

Du Fang kept reminding himself in his heart.

He splashed water on his face and continued his previous thoughts:

No one can get out of this Lingyuan, not even a sword cultivator at the ninth level. However, the ancestor Lingxiaozi walked out and left behind his last words. The thousand-year mission of the Lingxiao Sword Sect is to bring immortals into the sword gate.

Master Xuanji must have had his reasons for letting me in. He must have something that could help him break into the divine tomb. But apart from the secret of the immortal flower soul, I had no other secrets.

The only thing I can trust is my own blood and energy.

Blood?

Yes, yes, yes, try again!

Du Fang immediately climbed up excitedly again.

He cut his finger, washed the brush, dipped it in blood and drew a house again.

This time, an invisible house stood in front of the original hut. Li Qingshuang shouted excitedly, "It's done! It worked! I really need to use your blood to repair the painting!"

Du Fang's painting was too sloppy, with only a few wooden stakes, and what stood before our eyes was also made up of a few wooden stakes.

"I can get out..." he roared excitedly.

Chang Qingzi was sleeping in the distance. He was suddenly awakened by his roar. He turned over and muttered, "Another crazy one..."

This time Du Fang was very careful. He drew a star on the picture. Suddenly, a ray of starlight lit up in the dark night sky and shone on the grass.

This ray of light seemed to shine into Du Fang's heart, and his breathing began to tremble with excitement.

As soon as the sun was drawn, a harsh ray of sunlight from the sky entered my eyes.

The two, who hadn't seen the sun for a long time, immediately closed their eyes. Chang Qingzi covered his eyes, jumped up excitedly, and shouted, "The sun is out! The sun is out!"

He ran around excitedly on the grass, and seeing Du Fang squatting in front of the painting, he asked, "What are you doing?"

"Shh, don't make any noise!"

Du Fang drew another sun.

Two suns appeared out of nowhere in the sky.

The temperature suddenly rose, and Du Fang drew three suns in a row. Suddenly, Li Qingshuang wiped the sweat from his head and looked at everything in front of him in surprise.

The grass began to wither and dry, and the lotus leaves in the distant lake began to wither and dry up. Countless vapors rose from the surface of the water, and a white mist began to rise, enveloping the surroundings.

Chang Qingzi watched from the side and hurriedly stopped him, saying, "Stop drawing! If you continue, we'll all get burnt!"

Du Fang suddenly said, "You said if we draw a few more suns, the lake water here will evaporate and we can walk out?"

While talking, his hands kept moving and he drew two more.

It happened just as he said - the lake water began to evaporate upwards like a dragon sucking water, and the surrounding green grass could not withstand the scorching heat and turned black.

Sweat was pouring down Chang Qingzi's face, as if he had been drenched by heavy rain.

Sparks had already begun to appear on the thatched hut.

Chang Qingzi shouted anxiously: "Draw the moon quickly and harmonize the yin and yang, otherwise we will all be burned like roasted pigs!" Du Fang was very obedient and drew nine moons in one breath.

The sky suddenly darkened again.

Before their eyes, the white mist immediately turned into ice crystals, and the sound of freezing continued to be heard.

In the blink of an eye, the lake water froze into a layer of ice several feet thick.

Du Fang was shivering with cold and tried to draw a sun again.

The lake surface began to slowly melt, and the several-foot-thick ice began to crack again. In the end, only a thin layer of ice flakes remained, which kept crashing against the waves, making a clear and crisp sound.