Ninth-level fairy

This sword completely cut off the black air between Du Fang and the sword spirit, and the physical sword body of Chengying suddenly fell into the coffin.

Du Fang's entire body, originally shrouded in golden light, suddenly turned black, then quickly turned red. His qi and blood changed three times in succession.

From his pale orifices, drops of blood began to flow out.

This sword abruptly cut off his path to becoming an immortal.

Du Fang opened his eyes and suddenly started coughing violently, eventually spitting out large mouthfuls of blood.

Just now in the coffin, he had cultivated the first level of immortal power in the human world to the state of great perfection, and was about to break through the second level.

Just as he stepped onto the stairs, he was suddenly cut in half by a clear sword energy. At that moment, Du Fang heard the sound of his soul being torn apart in his head.

The intense pain made him hold his head tightly. He had clearly entered a state of selflessness and had no idea why it was suddenly interrupted.

In his sea of ​​consciousness, this sword also cut off most of the Shenxi that trapped the immortal evil spirit.

When Du Fang used his Daoist aura to look inward, he clearly felt that the scarlet electric net covering the black divine body had become fragmented.

He finally opened his eyes and looked around in confusion.

In this painting, the green grass around the world has long since turned to a dead gray, the lake water has almost evaporated, and no one knows where the thatched hut has gone.

In the distance, Li Qingshuang's purple figure was lying.

Before he could see Chang Qingzi's face was grim, he wiped the blood from his mouth and stared at him fiercely. Du Fang coughed and stood up, wiping the blood from his face.

Qingyao's words are still in my mind:

"I advise you that your current body cannot withstand this power." "Am I forcing myself to break through this realm, going astray, and entering a wrong path?"

He looked at his body and suddenly his whole body felt numb.

It seemed as if he had just fainted, but it felt like five or six years had passed in this cave. His arms were slender, gleaming with a smooth sheen, without a single hair on his body.

Du Fang stood there in disbelief for a long time, then suddenly ran to the lake.

Beneath the surface of the remaining water was a young man with an almost feminine look.

I seem to be younger, and, it seems, I look more like a woman. Is this who I am now?

He still couldn't believe it, so he reached out and touched his face, but it was still the same.

His face was feminine, without a single speck of stubble, and even his eyes held a hint of charm. His lips were bright red, and he looked like...

——A woman.

His expression and body hair look too much like a woman's.

Du Fang stood there in a daze, unable to believe it. Was this... the immortal's evil spirit already beginning to possess him? Or was this the reason for his own failure in advancement?

No one could answer that, not even himself.

Here, Chang Qingzi, who was in the distance, finally came over. His face was pale, but his emotions were well-balanced, with a look of kindness and gentleness.

Chang Qingzi smiled and said, "Congratulations, Brother Dao, on your great advancement in divine power. ... Eh... your expression?"

His face was full of surprise and shock. When Du Fang first came out, he looked like a strong middle-aged man with a face full of stubble. When the grass began to grow into towering vines, Du Fang's face looked like he had aged a few years.

But now, the young man standing in front of him actually looked like a woman.

Du Fang had guessed it from his expression and said with a wry smile:

"Have I changed? Am I no longer a man?"

Chang Qingzi gritted his teeth and finally smiled, "What kind of magic are you practicing? This magic skill has just been completed, and with a peerless magic weapon in hand, you can be said to be invincible if you go out!"

He looked at the 'Chengying' in Du Fang's hand with a greedy look.

Du Fang did not answer, but looked at the sword silently. This was the sword passed down to him by Empress Qingyao, and was used to kill the other two fairies. It was naturally a divine weapon. Moreover, this sword was like his hand, connected to him by blood. He closed his eyes and felt the majestic and vast life force of this body.

The 'power of the immortal spirit' is indeed terrifying!

Although he failed to reach the second level, this first level in the human world is indeed rich in blood and energy.

Du Fang tried to release the blood energy in his body. At this moment, in Lingyuan, a blood-red aura that was even more vast and surging than before rushed straight into the sky.

Chang Qingzi, however, thought in his heart that this was the work of the sword spirit, and was even more envious, wishing he could kill him with a sword from behind.

"Let's go!" Du Fang said softly.

"Where to go!"

"Leave the Sword Gate, kill the Seventh Realm Bai Zhi, and avenge Ling Xiao's dead disciples and my family!"

Du Fang gritted his teeth. Although his realm was broken, the immortal spirit energy around him and the confidence of holding the legendary ninth-level magic weapon in his hand gave him infinite confidence that he could defeat the Seventh Realm Lord of the Longyuan Sword Sect.

He held Li Qingshuang in his arms. Her breathing was steady and her beautiful face was full of worry, as if she was having a nightmare.

Instantly, Du Fang's heroic spirit surged. He looked up to the sky and let out a long roar. He stretched out his hand and directly lifted Chang Qingzi up. He pointed his black long sword toward the sky and shouted, "Go!"

With the magic sword in hand, the world in this painting no longer has the power to suppress him.

Du Fang held the Changqingzi in his hand, pointed the sword upwards, pierced through a thin layer of white paper, and rushed out of the painting world, pointing directly at the sky-blue lake hanging from above.

From above Lingyuan, the lake surface that was as big as the sky was flashing with countless blue lights.

When they penetrated this layer of green light, Du Fangben believed that they would arrive at Lingxiao Mountain behind Jianmen.

Unexpectedly, when I looked around, I was suddenly stunned.

Yunhai Square, Jiange Pavilion, and Sanqing Temple are all within sight.

"Are we...leaving the Sword Gate?"

"Yes, it's out!"

Chang Qingzi's face was full of longing as he looked at this world he had left for two hundred years.

Du Fang gently placed Li Qingshuang on the ground. There was no one on Lingxiao Mountain. The usually busy square and the sword-fighting arena were deserted, but there was not a single Lingxiao disciple in white.

Not far away, the black and red bloodstains on the sword-fighting arena were scattered all over the bluestone slabs of the square and the celadon of the sword-fighting arena. These black and red bloodstains had dried up for a long time, and it was obvious that a fierce fight had taken place here.

Du Fang's heart suddenly trembled. "Am I... already too late? Lingxiao has been wiped out?"

He returned after completing his studies just to protect Lingxiao and seek revenge on Longyuan.

But now, how much time has passed? Three years? Ten years? A hundred years? In the world within the God's Tomb, does time pass so quickly?

In an instant, Du Fang's mind was in chaos.

Sitting dejectedly on the ground, he felt as if he was carrying the mission of the sword sect, going to learn the skills of slaying dragons, and returning after completing his studies. This ridiculous world suddenly told him:

There are no dragons in this world?

Chang Qingzi helped him up and said gently:

"What's wrong with you? Shouldn't we be happy that we've come out of Jianmen?"

"nothing……"

"Why is Lingxiao Mountain so deserted? There is not a single person in sight..." Changqingzi had just finished speaking when suddenly, three green sword beams flew out from behind the valley.

It was flying towards Yunhai Square at an incredible speed.

Before the sword shadow arrived, the voice had already come:

"You beast from the Longyuan Sect... Du... Junior Brother Du Fang, how did you become like this!"

The man who came was dressed in white and had a square face. He was Fang Cheng, who had a grudge against Du Fang before.

Fang Cheng was about to run over when he suddenly caught sight of Li Qingshuang lying on the ground. She screamed miserably, "Junior Sister Li, what happened to you?"

This was like being struck by lightning, and the originally happy face suddenly turned pale.

Fang Cheng watched helplessly as Li Qingshuang resolutely brought the immortal spirit into Jianmen. He did not expect that when she returned, Du Fang had already grown up, and his beloved junior sister was dead.