Ninth-level fairy

"Nine Palaces Sword Master!"

What a great honor that is! The sword cultivators from the nine divine continents have spent their entire lives working hard and striving for this goal.

He, Chang Qingzi, was originally an unknown Lingxiao sword cultivator, but now it is different.

In his hand, he holds a magical weapon from the ancient times ten thousand years ago.

There is also a method to sacrifice and refine the sword spirit.

As long as I reach the ninth level, no one in the world will be able to compete with me.

Even making a leap to the extreme, learning from the Human Emperor to break through the fairyland, ascending to heaven, becoming a flying fairy, and living forever are no longer distant legends.

He is the real winner.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but burst into laughter:

Li Qingshuang's expression was calm and he said calmly:

"Then, Master, do you remember the divine method for ascending to the ninth realm?"

Chang Qingzi was extremely excited and spoke incessantly:

"Of course I remember. How could I not remember? The soul power of living beings is the most powerful force in the world. As long as I use millions of dead souls to feed this divine sword spirit, the eighth realm will break through the ninth realm... I will surely surpass the world and become the only immortal in the Nine Provinces!"

Chang Qingzi laughed wildly, suddenly flew up, grabbed Chengying, and slashed with a sword, splitting the entire Yunhai Square into two halves.

"Look, this is the power of the Primordial Divine Sword!"

"From today on, the name Chang Qingzi will be etched in the hearts of every sword cultivator..."

He was talking and laughing, and suddenly, a wisp of dust floated in front of his eyes.

Chang Qingzi wanted to blow away the dust, but suddenly realized that what he was spewing out was also dust. In an instant, Chang Qingzi's expression changed drastically, and he felt something was wrong.

He continued to exhale, and more and more flying ashes spewed out from his seven orifices.

This is a sign of death and disappearance.

Chang Qingzi was horrified and just as he was about to use his luck, he suddenly discovered that his entire body began to become uncontrollable. The blood on the skin of his entire arm began to coagulate and dry up, and his skin turned from white to light gray.

Suddenly, he understood everything.

The founder of the Lingxiao Sword Sect died in the same tragic way.

At this moment, he was filled with fear and confusion. He didn't understand why he had just obtained the ninth-level divine weapon, but it suddenly became like this.

When he saw Li Qingshuang's beautiful smile, a smile of revenge, he suddenly understood everything.

This is the restriction of the Human Emperor’s Tomb.

This secret can be brought out of the grave, but it must never be spoken out loud.

As long as he said it, the restriction planted by the god would be triggered, causing his death.

Ling Xiaozi didn't know and accidentally said it out loud. When he died, his body turned into ashes. He himself didn't understand it either and also triggered this restriction.

Intense resentment and anger made Chang Qingzi roar, swung his sword backhanded, and shouted:

"What a vicious woman!"

He swung his sword, wanting to kill the woman who had harmed him before he died.

This woman was so vicious that she figured out the secret but tricked me into telling it out loud.

Such a vicious heart deserves to be killed.

Chang Qingzi supported his body with a strong unwillingness, and wanted to chop the woman into pieces with one sword.

However, his body was completely out of control. The sword was so powerful that it broke through the sword gate, but its direction was off by more than ten feet.

Li Qingshuang stood on the square, looking at the rising dust with a cruel smile on his lips.

"You...you are so vicious..."

Chang Qingzi opened his eyes wide and roared while pointing his sword.

"You're just too stupid. No wonder Junior Brother Du Fang was able to make you suffer in the tomb!"

"You...a pair of bastards..."

Changqingzi's body began to transform into Tao.

His entire body turned into flying ashes, floating in the air, and countless sparkling colorful stardusts shone among the flying ashes.

Above Yunhai Square, an extremely beautiful scenery began to flash.

The stardust is colorful, forming rainbows and the Milky Way, floating in the sky, falling like rain of light, and unwilling to dissipate for a long time.

Xuan Ji looked at the beautiful, illusory scene in the sky, not knowing whether to feel sad or happy. After a long moment, he sighed softly:

"When the body dies, the Tao disappears, and the Tao returns to Heaven!"

A disciple asked, "Master, what does it mean to return the Dao to Heaven?"

"That's the treatment that cultivators above the Seventh Realm deserve. Reaching the Seventh Realm is a hurdle, requiring the help of Heavenly Dao. With the blessing of Heavenly Dao's power, the gap between the Seventh Realm and the Sixth Realm is like the gap between heaven and earth!"

"Disciple doesn't quite understand!"

"It's best if you don't understand. This is because Heaven has taken away the magical powers of the peak cultivators. Only in this way can new cultivators continue to rise and break through the Seventh Realm!"

"Disciple still doesn't quite understand!"

Li Qingshuang said softly, "In these nine divine continents, the number of high-level cultivators that spiritual energy can support is fixed, right, Master?"

"That's right! For every person who breaks through the Seventh Realm and borrows the Dao from Heaven, someone dies. This is both a cruel punishment from Heaven, and an opportunity bestowed by Heaven..."

After saying this, Master Xuanji looked at Du Fang's dead body, turned around and walked out, heading towards the ancestral temple.

The only way to describe my mood at this moment is to feel disheartened and uninterested.

Lingxiao's sect's eighth-level swordsman died, and his talented young disciple also died.

There is no hope at all.

The Lingxiao Sword Sect had been planning for countless years, sacrificing Junior Brother Xuanzhen, the Grand Elder, the Grand Priest, thirteen fifth-level sword cultivators, and three thousand six hundred disciples.

Even though there were only more than fifty people left, Xuan Ji did not give up, because he knew that Du Fang, with his immortal body, would definitely return, and would definitely avenge the Longyuan Sword Sect and lead Lingxiao to rise in Shenzhou.

Because he is a fairy.

The Lingxiao Sword Sect has been planning for thousands of years just to obtain immortal spirits and be born as an immortal in this life.

Things that those sword geniuses who were smarter than him and at the seventh and eighth levels had not been able to accomplish were accomplished by him.

But now, everything is gone, even hope is gone. He is a disabled person and has no help.

Master Xuanji looked back blankly at the group of white-robed disciples standing alone, looking extremely disabled.

I couldn't help but choke up and said:

"Everyone, disperse! Those who need to go home should go home, those who need to farm should farm. The Lingxiao Sword Sect is gone from now on. The Lingxiao Sword Sect has been passed down for thousands of years, but it was wiped out by me, Xuanji. Xuanji is incompetent and has no face to face the ancestors of all generations!"

He looked at Li Qingshuang, his face full of tears:

"Master, I'm sorry for you and your master! This fairy flower... is ultimately just an empty dream!"

"Headmaster..."

Looking at this strong and resolute elder who never shed tears, Li Qingshuang also choked up.

Xuan Ji said softly, "Go down the mountain and find a good family. Don't practice Taoism anymore in this life. The path of cultivation is too cruel. We mortals are just ants in the eyes of saints..."

He stretched out his hand and held a sword in his hand.

Xuan Ji flew onto the sword-fighting arena.

Looking at the white-robed disciples, he said softly, "Xuan Ji feels sorry for the ancestors of all generations, sorry for your fearless sacrifice, and even more sorry for the martyrs of our generation who died. I... I feel guilty, so I'll go first!"

After saying that, he shook his wrist, raised his head to the sky, and slashed the sword across his neck.

"and many more!"

Li Qingshuang suddenly noticed something strange, flew up, and flicked the sword away with his fingertips.

Xuan Ji opened his eyes in astonishment, and suddenly, he was pierced by a sharp red sword light and could hardly open his eyes.

The disciples of Lingxiao were shocked. They covered their eyes with their hands and stared at the sword that was falling from the sky.