Ninth-level fairy

"The immortals slaughtered all living creatures and created the dead, just to feed the great god who created the world and keep him asleep..."

Is this the truth of history?

"Isn't it a bit cruel?" Qingyao smiled.

"This isn't just cruel; this is treating people like idiots..." A thought flashed through Du Fang's mind.

"So your divine consciousness, which allowed me to enter the Sword Gate and bring my immortal body to see you, was just to eliminate the other two immortals?"

"The immortal's lifelong mission is to completely exterminate these three immortals and restore peace to the human world."

"Three flowers...are you going to kill this one on me too?"

Qingyao seemed to know his worries and whispered, "These nine sword techniques, when you complete the last leap, Mo Ling will disappear into thin air and no longer exist in this world..."

Du Fang expressed his concerns: "Will the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth also stop me from killing the other two immortal spirits?"

"Of course... this is going against the will of heaven..."

"Then in this world, will the three saints of heaven and earth know what we said today?"

"This world is isolated from the Six Paths and unknown to the saints. I will place my body three thousand feet below the Falling Star Sea and bathe it in the water of the Nine Netherworld Yellow Spring. As long as my body survives, my spirit will always be there."

Du Fang asked his last question: "Those evil spirits outside, the evil spirits, and the things guarding this divine tomb, are killing the cultivators who come in just to prevent the saints of heaven and earth from knowing about their existence?"

Qingyao smiled: "No, they are helping me keep a secret, a secret that few people knew in the ancient times..."

The truth was about to be revealed. Du Fang asked in a trembling voice:

"What secret?"

"This secret was once taken out of here by your Lingxiao Patriarch, Lingxiaozi. Unfortunately, he died shortly after leaving the tomb because of leaking the secret..."

Du Fang waited quietly for her to speak, not daring to interrupt:

"The soul power of living beings is the most powerful force in the world. That's why the fallen god Pangu was able to devour the soul power of the dead and continue to sleep. In ancient times, some people used human souls to cultivate weapon spirits. Placing weapon spirits within divine weapons could greatly increase their strength, surpassing all others. The third realm could break the sixth realm, and the sixth realm could break the ninth realm. Their strength skyrocketed instantly. This method was too vicious, and was jointly exterminated by the ancient powers..."

"But I'm telling you this because I want to say that immortal spirits are the product of the saints of heaven and earth refining all the evil spirits. They are extremely fierce and fierce. If you have to, you can use this method and kill the immortal spirits at the cost of millions of lives."

Du Fang was suddenly confused. If he really did this, wouldn't he become a rat crossing the street that everyone would despise and want to kill?

"This sword and this secret, you can take out of the ancient tomb..."

Du Fang asked softly, "After I get out of here, can I control this body?" He thought he would get a positive answer.

Unexpectedly, Qingyao suddenly said:

"Not necessarily. You are a yang body, and the immortal spirit is a yin body. You are the immortal grass, and the black spirit is the flower soul. The black spirit in your body, like the purple spirit and the green spirit, has been corrupted and fallen.

"After you leave here, you must first rely on your own willpower to suppress the immortal spirit in your sea of ​​consciousness and curb your killing power..."

"The power of the immortal spirit is the power of killing... If you can't suppress it, if your mind is completely taken away, then you will be no different from the other two immortal spirits. You will completely become a demon fetus that brings chaos to the world and endangers all living things..."

Qingyao said, "I had no choice but to use this evil method to bring you in. Your life is destined to be a life of internal destruction and external cultivation..."

"What is inner slashing and outer cultivation?"

"Inside, I will slay the evil spirit of Mo Ling, and outside, I will cultivate the nine sword techniques..."

Qingyao reminded him, "Since ancient times, immortals have wreaked havoc on the human world several times. The Nine Realms of the mortal world have placed restrictions throughout Shenzhou. Not only must you defeat the powerful ones, but you must also reach the Ninth Realm of Sword Cultivation with your own Yang body to maximize the power of the immortals."

"What do you mean?"

"The immortal spirit and energy you've brought into this body will undoubtedly draw the siege of numerous powerful cultivators. They won't allow an immortal spirit to grow and bring about countless disasters. This is a restriction, and it's also a warning they've set..."

Before Qingyao could finish her words, Du Fang started smacking his lips.

This is simply being an enemy of the whole world.

As for the other two fairies and the powerful Nine Realms, whether he can grow up in this lifetime is a question.

Why kill Qing Ling and Zi Ling?

"I also know that this is too difficult for you, too difficult. I have carved the method of cultivating immortal power on the bottom of the red coffin. You can figure it out yourself. If it really doesn't work, think about the secrets of this tomb... Maybe it can help you... Let's go!"

Du Fang shuddered. Was he going to learn from that evil cultivator and start sucking the blood and energy of dead people to increase his cultivation?

Qingyao didn't hesitate for a moment. She stretched out her hand and the giant sword that pierced through the sky and earth suddenly flew out of Jingshen Peak and landed in her hand. She raised the sword and pierced the painting.

A white light flashed, and Du Fang stood on the island again.

The sky above the island was still the same as when he entered the world in the painting, as if everything he had just experienced was just a blink of an eye.

The grass and the sky were still shrouded in darkness.

I don't know when, the familiar copper coffin appeared on the white paper.

A ray of dazzling white light shone on the bronze coffin, and the coffin lid exploded into several pieces. Chang Qingzi was still sleeping on the grass, and Li Qingshuang had not woken up yet.

Qingyao's voice echoed in his heart, "This phantom coffin contains the secret of immortal power. How many levels you can comprehend depends on your ability! But before you go to sleep, I warn you that your current body cannot withstand this power."

"Wait!" Du Fang shouted anxiously.

"What?" Qingyao was confused.

"After you fall asleep, when will you wake up? How can I wake you up when I want to call you?"

"If you can't wake me up, once I leave this tomb, Mo Ling's murderous spirit will be reawakened... Everything depends on you. If all else fails, think about the soul-refining ritual..."

Upon hearing this, Du Fang suddenly shuddered and took a few steps back. Does the path of cultivation for immortals require them to constantly step on the corpses of living beings to advance?

Isn’t that the evil way of cultivation that is despised and scorned by the world, taught by my uncles and aunts?

Qingyao didn't answer him again.

The woman disappeared without a trace.

Du Fang shouted several times but heard no response. He calmed down and began to study the coffin.

The bottom of the coffin did not have any engravings of immortal cultivation methods as Qingyao said.

Du Fang studied it for a long time, and finally, he tried to lie down.

The moment I lay down, everything around me began to transform into lines, to distort. My senses completely changed, the entire world became a ribbon of lines, and my body faded, as if it too had become ethereal.

Runes kept swimming and flowing before his eyes. The coffin and clothes were removed from his body, and his spiritual sense was stripped from his body.

Countless ghosts and evil spirits in the void were captured by the sword and were brought out from hell. They swam before his eyes, their rotten bodies disintegrating and reconstructing into golden words with black air and red edges.

Handwritten by Empress Qingyao