Ninth-level fairy

"Are you cold?" Li Qingshuang's teeth were chattering, but she said nothing.

Chang Qingzi stamped his feet in cold, and hurriedly stopped him, saying, "Don't draw randomly yet. Let's think about it first. If you keep going like this, you'll either die of heat or freeze to death!"

Du Fang finally stopped painting. The painting now contained nine moons and eight suns. At this moment, his mind wandered and he sighed:

"Guess what would happen if a scene of nine suns and nine moons appeared in the sky?"

Chang Qingzi suddenly shuddered and said angrily:

"Is this the way out you want?"

"Well, since we're just trapped to death, we might as well give it a try!"

Chang Qingzi pondered for a long time, and finally nodded in agreement: "Okay, it's just a matter of death anyway, there's no harm in giving it a try!"

Li Qingshuang added, "Nine is the number of the extreme. The Human Emperor cut off nine sections of history with one sword. It should be an auspicious number..."

"When everything comes together, maybe a miracle will happen. Maybe the world will collapse and bury us here. Maybe we can really become immortals!"

Li Qingshuang said leisurely: "Maybe, we will return to the original starting point. Then we can try again to see if we can draw the Sword Gate so that we can get out!"

At this moment, Chang Qingzi took a deep breath, as if preparing for the doomsday volley, and said softly:

“Draw it!”

Du Fang's hands also began to tremble. When he hooked up the last sun, his heart was pounding. He didn't know what strange changes it would cause.

Just as I finished the strokes, suddenly——

The nine moons and suns in this world began to merge and disappear at the same time.

The earth and the sky fell into darkness again.

"It's over! It's over now!" Chang Qingzi slapped his thigh in regret.

Suddenly, in this extremely quiet and dark sky, a dazzling white light shot out from the void and shone on their heads.

At this time, a piece of transparent white paper appeared above the hut.

It seems to be made up of phantoms, or something created by soft light.

Chang Qingzi screamed, "It matches, it finally matches, everything in this painting appears!"

They waited and waited, hesitated for so long, and it turned out that the most important thing was this piece of white paper.

"Quick! Quick! Apply your blood on it." Chang Qingzi quickly instructed Du Fang.

Although Du Fang was very excited, he still glared at him.

Chang Qingzi was still urging: "More, as much as possible!"

Du Fang gritted his teeth and gave it his all. Even if it meant death, there was still a glimmer of hope. At this moment, he bit his tongue hard and a mouthful of blood sprayed onto the white paper.

Suddenly, the phantom white paper was completely dyed red, and blood kept flowing on the paper, kneading every drop of blood and evenly smearing it on it.

The angelica had no support and was hanging on the thatched roof.

After watching for a long time, there was no movement. Chang Qingzi wondered, "Strange, why is there no movement?"

Du Fang was lost in thought. What was going on? Was it his blood that was ineffective? Or was there something wrong with the white paper? Was it not the key to breaking the mirror?

suddenly,

Countless black and red runes appeared on the white paper. They continued to flow across the paper, accelerating until they were almost invisible to the naked eye.

These strange runes intertwined to form a pattern never seen before.

There was a hazy cloud above, and the light curtain was faintly visible in it.

A scene that stunned the three of them appeared before them:

It was a sword made of crimson blood. The pressure that shook the heavens and the earth emanated from the sword, causing the three people to breathe rapidly and almost unable to breathe.

This majestic aura is more condensed and majestic than the aura on the Holy Lake of the Snow Mountain that day.

Everyone seemed to have a huge rock pressing on their chest.

Chang Qingzi's face was filled with enthusiasm. "Is this the divine sword that shattered the ancient world and split the heaven and earth?"

But at this time, Du Fang's face had been constantly changing several expressions. Sometimes he was clear-headed, sometimes confused. His eyes were confused, his face was dull, and he took two steps forward like a walking corpse.

Suddenly he placed his hands on the sword.

As soon as his hand pressed on the sword, all of a sudden, all the breath disappeared immediately, the sword body made of blood-red liquid also disappeared, and the white paper turned into a transparent phantom-colored paper again.

But the paper at this time was completely different from before. On the paper, countless seven-colored small swords were swimming freely on it. These small swords were like thirsty wheat fields.

When it encountered Du Fang's blood, it began to absorb and suck the blood and life essence from Du Fang's hands frantically.

The sword of Qi Se was getting faster and faster. The powerful blood energy on Du Fang's body seemed to be the most beautiful smell in the world, attracting all the wandering souls in the abyss.

Chang Qingzi and Li Qingshuang saw at the same time that the evil spirits that were in the bottle in the abyss before, flew down in a dense and overwhelming manner, and drilled into the white paper.

At the same time, Li Qingshuang blinked and suddenly screamed, her face turning pale with fear.

In front of their eyes, Du Fang's body was sucked dry and turned into a piece of paper, and along with these evil spirits, it entered the white paper.

Chang Qingzi's face was filled with horror and he looked at the scene in disbelief.

Suddenly, a shrill scream was heard from the white paper, followed by a soft groan.

Li Qingshuang just said:

"Grandmaster, what's going on?"

Suddenly, a powerful dark blue aura emanated from the white paper, shattering it into countless pieces. Chang Qingzi, who was close by, was immediately thrown into the air by the aura.

The two people were flying in the air, and they could still hear a faint "bang" sound when they landed. Then their heads shook, and they both fainted completely.

When Du Fang's hand touched the white paper, he felt a clear touch, which made him feel as if there was a vast world inside the white paper. In that world, all the living things had been swallowed up and destroyed.

He could clearly feel two black whirlpools in the palm of his hand, which were constantly devouring the blood and energy around him, and his body began to tremble weakly.

Just before his death, a very soft and gentle female voice suddenly whispered in his ear:

"You are finally here. I have been waiting for a thousand years. You are finally here!"

Following this gentle whisper, Du Fang felt his body being sucked in.

At this moment, in front of him was a woman, a woman lying in a coffin, wearing a red dress, with a red back, but completely naked.

The woman's face was rosy red and her eyes were closed, which looked shiny and glistening because of the full blood.

Various expressions flashed across Du Fang's face.

Horror, shock, ecstasy, all kinds of complex expressions flashed across her face. He once again saw his mother's smile on this woman's face.

This woman was so close to him, yet so far away.

Youth is like quicksand, and old age is a period of time.

The woman in the coffin had a slim figure, was extremely beautiful and cold, and on her beautiful face, nine faint streaks of green smoke flashed.

Nine streams of green smoke flowed out from her seven orifices, lingering between the two of them.

Suddenly, the beautiful woman opened her eyes, and looked at him tenderly with a pair of eyes shrouded in the misty rain of Jiangnan, as if she wanted to cry but couldn't.

"You finally came, my fairy grass! I waited so hard for you, child, it was so hard!"