Ninth-level fairy

Xuanji Zhenren suddenly shouted loudly towards the sky:

"Master Changqingzi, stop it now!" He could feel the blood and energy in everyone's body constantly escaping from their bodies.

Their hands and faces were all crimson, and blood was rapidly flowing and churning in their bodies. This divine sword from the ancient times sucked the blood and energy from all the creatures in Lingxiao Mountain in almost an instant.

If they were not all sword cultivators and had not entered the path of cultivation, they would have been drained of their blood and energy by now.

Xuan Ji's face was full of anxiety, but at this moment, everyone on his body was shrouded in a murderous aura from the sky and could not fly at all.

Changqingzi seemed to have entered a state of meditation and could not hear anything outside.

Du Fang and Xuan Ji were almost hoarse from shouting, but Chang Qingzi was still constantly gathering his blood and energy, with no intention of stopping at all.

Suddenly, with a thud, a disciple fell down, followed by the second, third, and many disciples of lower realms fell down.

Looking up at the sky, Chang Qingzi had almost entered the path of evil.

Du Fang cursed angrily. He already felt that if he continued to use this sword, everyone in Lingxiao Mountain would die today.

And Changqingzi in the sky had no intention of stopping.

"What a bastard!"

At this time, Du Fang gritted his teeth tightly, his eyes were bloodshot, but there was nothing unusual about his body. However, Li Qingshuang beside him showed signs of being unable to hold on.

Du Fang cursed angrily and was anxious, his heart was burning with anger. If Li Qingshuang was drained of blood by the power of this sword, it would be a knot in his heart that he would never be able to get over for the rest of his life.

How could he bear to watch the person he loved die in front of him when he was experiencing the sweetness of love for the first time?

Du Fang's teeth were grinding, his eyes were bloodshot, and the immortal blood in his body suddenly surged. At this time, he was the only one who was not suppressed by the sword power. Du Fang rushed forward, wrapped in the rich immortal blood, and reached out to grab Chengying in Changqingzi's hand.

Chang Qingzi gripped the sword tightly, muttering softly:

"Heaven help me, the sword spirit is within the divine sword!"

"The sword spirit is indeed among them!"

Du Fanggang rushed in and cursed: "Fuck you..."

Chang Qingzi's eyes suddenly opened, a sinister smile on his face, "This sword is mine...it's mine..."

"There's no need to keep a piece of trash like you!"

Suddenly, a sword stabbed into Du Fang's heart.

This sword pierces the will of heaven and earth and the blood of countless living beings.

The sword was so powerful that Du Fang was caught off guard. He never expected that when the sword was approaching him, he would suddenly be hit back. The sharp sword intent of the eighth-level sword cultivator pierced directly into his heart.

Du Fang let out a long, shrill roar, and his body was pierced by the red sword light, flying backwards dozens of feet. In an instant, Du Fang's face turned pale and his heart was broken.

He finally regretted borrowing the sword. This sword fulfilled Chang Qingzi's ambition, but also harmed himself, Ling Xiao, and the woman he loved.

Mental pain is more painful, uncomfortable, and unbearable than physical pain.

The sword pierced through his body and pierced into Du Fang's white soul. Countless black blood began to flow out of Du Fang's seven orifices, instantly covering his entire face.

This strike also completely wiped out the fierce power of the sword.

The murderous aura and intentions had dissipated, and the expressions of everyone in Yunhai Square returned to normal.

Everyone stared blankly as Du Fang's body slowly fell from Yunhai Square.

Li Qingshuang rushed over and caught his body. Looking at his face which was covered with black blood, he suddenly burst into tears.

"He... he's dead..."

Du Fang died, and everyone's eyes were filled with grief and regret.

This immortal body, which had not yet begun to blossom, died at the hands of its own ancestor before it even left its roots.

Just now they hoped very much that Du Fang could lend them the sword, but now, the result of borrowing the sword is that the sword owner was pierced through the heart by his own sword.

As Chang Qingzi slowly descended from the sky, he did not even glance at the dead Du Fang.

With a cold expression, he stared at Master Xuanji, his voice colder than ice:

"Why didn't you hold him back when I was testing the sword? You let him come up and die suddenly... Don't you know that his realm is low and the sword spirit will backfire?"

Xuan Ji suddenly choked up. He didn't expect that his respected ancestor killed Du Fang and instead blamed himself for not stopping him.

I didn’t know what to say for a moment.

Chang Qingzi turned around and looked at the Lingxiao disciples who had anger in their eyes.

He said calmly:

"Du Fang is a celestial being, and although he was a demon fetus that brought disaster to the world, he was able to bring Lingxiao the merit of a ninth-rank divine weapon. Now that he has died today, Lingxiao should bury him with honor..."

Then his face became full of vigor again:

"From today on, Lingxiao Sword Sect has a divine sword to protect it. Forget about Long Yuan or the Nine Realms. As long as I am here, Lingxiao Sword Sect will regain its glory in my hands and become a great sect that surpasses all other sects in the Nine Continents!"

No one said a word.

There was silence in the square.

This was the second time they had seen the power of this sword.

The first time, Du Fang used him to kill dozens of high-level cultivators in the fourth and fifth realms. The second time, he was stabbed to death by Chang Qingzi with the power of the magic sword.

Looking at the blood-soaked corpse lying on the ground not far away, everyone felt a pang of sympathy.

Everyone is thinking:

Lingxiao might really be able to rise in Changqingzi's hands, but by then, whether he could survive and see it was an unknown.

Chang Qingzi held the sword and turned to leave.

Li Qingshuang suddenly came over, knelt on the ground, with a beautiful smile on her face:

"Congratulations, Master, for obtaining the first divine sword!"

Chang Qingzi was in a good mood, his expression gentle: "Get up and bury him properly. After all, he has made great contributions to Ling Xiao!"

"That's not what I'm talking about..."

"What is that?" Chang Qingzi was stunned.

"I would like to congratulate Master. I will soon break through the Ninth Realm and ascend to the top of the Nine Provinces' most powerful ranks. When that time comes, Master will seize the title of 'Nine Prefectures Sword Master', bringing glory to China and enhancing the prestige of the Lingxiao Sword Sect!"

"You mean?" Chang Qingzi seemed to have remembered something and suddenly became extremely excited, but the excitement was fleeting. He knew that among the nine divine continents, the guardian of Nancang Continent alone, the Great Pillar State Changying, was a powerful man at the top of the nine realms.

The reputation of "Nine Prefectures Sword Master" is the lifelong dream of every sword practitioner.

The lifelong goal of every sword practitioner is to ultimately become the leader of swordsmen in this glorious continent.

But now, I am only at the eighth level, which is a long way off. Thinking of this, Chang Qingzi smiled bitterly:

"My cultivation is not yet sufficient..."

Li Qingshuang interrupted:

"Master, do you still remember the secret that has been buried for ten thousand years in the Tomb of the Human Emperor?"

"of course I remember!"

His face immediately became excited again.

When he first entered Lingyuan, Changqingzi also thought that this sword was the biggest secret of the ancient tomb. Later, after listening to Empress Qingyao's story, he knew the truth.

In the ancient world thousands of years ago, there was a method to cultivate the spirit of an instrument, and to feed the spirit of an instrument with the souls of the dead.

The reason why this sword is so ferocious is because of the weapon spirit in it. The weapon spirit is the sword spirit. If it can be fed with millions of dead souls, then reaching the ninth level will be almost a piece of cake for me.

Thinking of this, the corners of my mouth couldn't stop smiling.

He waited for one hundred and eighty years in the world behind Jianmen. Not only did he wait for this sword, but he also waited for the method to reach the ninth realm that he had never dared to imagine.

Since the founding of Lingxiao Mountain, no one has ever reached the ninth level except the founder Lingxiaozi. In order to obtain this ancient divine sword, the ancestors of all generations have worked hard to find the immortals.

Over the past thousand years, countless disciples had sacrificed their lives for the immortals. He had waited for nearly a hundred and eighty years, just to survive, just to wait for the immortals to enter the Sword Gate.

He did not hesitate to turn his twelve fellow disciples into white-haired corpses in order to achieve immortality and become an immortal. Now, he finally got the sword.

He was the real winner. Thinking of this, a few tears of joy fell from Chang Qingzi's smiling face.

Who can understand the loneliness and solitude I felt for those 180 years?

The desolation and loneliness in the dark night, the feeling of being alone facing one hundred and eighty years of time.

There was no one to speak, no one to comfort, only wild beasts all over the mountains.

He never wanted to experience that kind of loneliness and desolation again in his life.

As soon as Changqingzi's tears fell, he burst into laughter again.

This fairy body is simply his lucky star. It not only helped him get the sword, but also helped him find a way to reach the ninth level.