Ninth-level fairy

The red sword in Baizhi's hand shone brightly in the sky, continuously slashing out with fierce murderous aura. Changqingzi felt the magnificent murderous aura and sword intent.

This sword almost pierced through his heart.

Chang Qingzi gritted his teeth and cursed:

"You just broke through the realm, and you dare to ignore my nearly two hundred years of eighth realm cultivation."

The contempt on Bai Zhi's face made him furious. The dark green Dao diagram rose into the air along with Emperor Wu's Golden Coin Sword. When the swords collided, a dangerous and strong aura instantly filled his chest.

The 'Blood Rainbow' sword in Bai Zhi's hand was attached with the sword spirit that she had just subdued, and the blood and sword energy merged together.

Instantly pierced through the dark green Taoist diagram.

Emperor Wu's Golden Coin Sword immediately began to shatter.

Countless copper coins fell down.

Chang Qingzi waved his hand and turned it into a sword, forcibly gathering the copper coins together and exposing them to the fierce murderous intent.

This time, he felt a very familiar breath. The blood rainbow in Bai Zhi's hand seemed to have an evil god inside the sword.

That aura is so similar to the power of immortals.

His face suddenly turned from green to gray, and a black gas emerged from the body of Emperor Wu's golden sword, and this black gas was faintly shrouded in dark green light.

At this time, Chang Qingzi finally showed the demeanor of a great master. He was as majestic as a mountain, and the murderous aura of an eighth-level expert began to spread from his body.

A sword thrust out.

A dark green sword energy was cut out from behind the entire Longyuan Divine Mountain.

The grass and trees turned to ashes in an instant. Bai Zhi put away her sword and stood up, saying coldly:

"Who are you? Why did you come to my Longyuan Divine Mountain?"

Chang Qingzi did not respond to this sentence, but asked:

"Are you also a fairy?"

Bai Zhi suddenly laughed out loud: "Have you ever seen a fairy flower? How do you know this is the power of the fairy?"

Chang Qingzi snorted coldly, and suddenly a sword appeared. Countless cold air that was floating on Chang Qingzi's body emanated from the sword body, carrying a cold murderous intent, and pierced towards Bai Zhi's eyebrows.

Bai Zhi didn't take Chang Qingzi's murderous sword strike head-on. Instead, she drifted away and asked again, "Who are you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chang Qingzi's body suddenly flew away like a rainbow, breaking through the air.

Bai Zhi did not chase after him, as she was not sure she could catch up.

He slowly raised the sword and looked at the eight sharp sword patterns on the sword body. Who could have thought that among the nine divine states, there would be someone who could break through two realms in just half a year.

The realm that others have been struggling to pursue for thirty years was easily achieved by me.

When Bai Zhi thought of this, a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of her mouth. If it weren't for that traitor, how could she have come into contact with the power of immortals.

Although the magic power of this fairy is painful, it is also a great opportunity.

Lingxiao Xuanji planned to kill her, but instead, it gave her a great opportunity.

This Longyuan Sword Tomb is the most precious and powerful legacy left by the Qinghua Empress, who founded the sect, to her descendants.

From today on, with the eighth-rank magic weapon, Longyuan Sword Sect will regain its dominance in the world, and becoming the largest sword sect in Jiuzhou is just around the corner.

Bai Zhi smiled slightly, remembering the words of the protector:

She will be the second generation of the Nine Realms Sword Cultivator of the Longyuan Sword Sect after the Empress Qinghua.

Just a trace of fairy power can allow her to break through the eighth realm and subdue the sword spirit. If she can get the whole fairy flower, then she can reach the ninth realm that many sword practitioners have spent their entire lives pursuing.

It was really a piece of cake for her. Thinking of this, she was determined to get the fairy spirit from Lingxiao.

Baizhi looked south, gazing at Lingxiao Mountain thousands of miles to the south.

At this time, in the Sword Pavilion of Lingxiao Mountain.

Chang Qingzi's face turned ashen and he wiped away the trace of black blood that came out of his mouth.

Xuan Ji exclaimed in shock: "Master, are you injured?"

Chang Qingzi looked at Xuan Ji Zhenren angrily. It was this old Taoist who reported false information and caused him to get injured.

But he suppressed his emotions very well and had to maintain the demeanor of an elder in front of the younger ones.

"Yes, Lingxiao has no magic weapon to protect the sect, and the Emperor Wu's copper coin sword has no sword spirit, so it can't withstand the attack of the eighth-level magic weapon of the wasteland lord Baizhi..." As he said this, he looked at Du Fang.

"Has that Blood Rainbow Sword been upgraded again?"

Xuan Ji's face was filled with fear. He had faced the Blood Rainbow Sword before. Three months ago, that sword was still a seventh-rank divine weapon. Bai Zhi must have used some strange method or obtained some magical weapon to upgrade the magic sword in his hand to a higher level in such a short period of time.

Lingxiao's master is very clear about how difficult it is to upgrade the spirit of the weapon.

In the past hundred years in Lingxiao, there has been almost no seventh-level divine weapon.

The ancestor Chang Qingzi was defeated by the eighth-level divine weapon of Lord Baihuang.

Master Xuanji said in embarrassment:

"Such a divine weapon is rare in the world. Where can I find one?"

Many disciples' faces turned pale. They originally thought that with an eighth-level sword cultivator in Lingxiao, it would only take time to wipe out the Longyuan Sword Sect. However, they did not expect things to suddenly take a turn.

Bai Zhi absorbed the magical power of the immortals, directly broke through the eighth realm, and also cultivated a sword spirit.

All of a sudden, Lingxiao returned to the state of being bullied and suppressed.

"Grandmaster, are you sure... it was the power of the immortal spirit that helped her break the mirror?"

Chang Qingzi snorted coldly, "I've witnessed this power with my own eyes and fought it myself, how could I be wrong? Don't you believe what I say?"

"I dare not. The ancestor also worked hard for Lingxiao, but where can we get such a magical weapon?"

Master Xuanji looked troubled.

Chang Qingzi stared at Du Fang and said calmly, "It's far away, yet it's right before our eyes. Our Lingxiao disciples have divine weapons from the ancient times in their hands. Moreover, their rank is one step higher than Baizhi's Blood Rainbow, and they are the ultimate ninth-grade weapons in Shenzhou!"

Suddenly, everyone's eyes turned to Du Fang.

Look at the black sword in his hand.

Everyone present had seen the power of this sword. Twelve cultivators at the fifth level were wiped out of this world by this sword in one blow.

That horrific way of dying gave everyone present a chill.

Looking at the gazes of the crowd, Du Fang knew in his heart that he had finally to stand up.

He had thought countless times about how Chang Qingzi would steal or rob his sword, and even thought that Chang Qingzi would kill him first and then take the weapon.

I didn't expect that they would use such a blatant excuse to take advantage of Lingxiao's influence to force him to hand it over.

Du Fang suddenly laughed, pulled out the magic sword, held it in his hand, looked at Chang Qingzi, and said with a smile: "Brother Dao, don't you just want this sword? You made up such a big excuse, who knows if you went to Longyuan? This Baizhi Broken Mirror, is it just a lie you made up!"

Xuanji Zhenren heard him being so rude to the ancestor and shouted hurriedly:

"Du Fang, you must not be disrespectful to the Grandmaster!"

"Disrespectful? There are things even more outrageous than that!"

He looked at Chang Qingzi and said with a smile, "Isn't that right, Brother Dao?"

Chang Qingzi's face turned pale as he looked at Du Fang's expression, and recalled the scene in the Bronze Immortal Palace where Du Fang forced him to call him dad. If he had not been afraid of the power of the immortal spirit, he would have snatched the magic sword Chengying and killed this hateful disciple with one sword.

Chang Qingzi didn't take any action because he wanted to force the sword spirit out of Du Fang.

He had always been unsure whether the sword spirit of the ancient divine sword 'Chengying' was Du Fang himself or within the sword. That was why he wanted to force him out first. After obtaining the sword, he would try it himself and basically know everything.

At this moment, Chang Qing's expression suddenly turned solemn and he said:

"Your cultivation is too low. This divine weapon is useless in your hands. Moreover, the Lord of Longyuan has already broken through the Seventh Realm. There are even more mysterious Ninth Realm masters. They have tasted the sweetness of immortal power and will descend upon Lingxiao soon. Can you bear to watch so many of your disciples die with you under their swords?"