Ninth-level fairy

The giant sword that pierced through heaven and earth fell from the sky, carrying with it the murderous intent of heaven and earth.

——Getting closer and closer.

Everyone was so shocked by the sword intent that they couldn't move at all.

The sword light turned from black to green, and then to ink-black. The closer the sword light was to several hundred feet, the smaller the sword became. Li Qingshuang finally saw clearly that it was a black sword.

When Changqingzi transformed into Taoism just now, he was holding this magic sword in his hand.

“It’s Chengying!”

Li Qingshuang suddenly cried out in surprise.

This magic sword did not transform with Changqingzi, and for some unknown reason, it fell from the sky and stuck next to Du Fang's body.

Countless rich red blood energy emanated from the sword and spread into Du Fang's limbs and bones. Suddenly.

A scene that shocked everyone happened:

Just under the sword, as the blood seeped in, Du Fang's body suddenly twitched slightly.

As the blood and energy gradually became thicker and covered his entire body, Du Fang's entire body began to become lustrous and shining with a jade-like luster.

Finally, the blood and energy disappeared, and Du Fang slowly opened his eyes.

Li Qingshuang ran over and knelt on the ground. Her eyes were full of pity and she whispered softly, "You are not dead..." There was a happy smile on her fair and beautiful face, but tears were streaming down her face.

She ignored the crowd and hugged Du Fang tightly.

"It hurts..." Du Fang took a breath.

When he was on the verge of despair, the situation suddenly reversed. Xuan Ji went crazy and rushed over, kneeling on the ground, his lips trembling and his body shaking:

"Not dead...Xian Ling is not dead...It's good that he is not dead, we still have hope! Ling Xiao is still here!"

"Master, why are you crying?"

It was the first time that Du Fang saw Xuan Ji shed tears of excitement. In his impression, this headmaster had always been majestic, decisive, swift and resolute, and never showed his emotions on his face.

But now, after this great disappointment, there is hope.

The old man, who was over fifty years old, trembled with excitement and burst into tears.

Li Qingshuang gently opened his wound. The sword pierced very deep, penetrating the heart and lungs. If it weren't for the rich blood of the immortal spirit and the nourishment of the sword.

"It really is an immortal body. Such wounds can't hurt him at all. No wonder the ancestors of all generations wanted to create an immortal body!"

Master Xuanji kept muttering.

Perhaps, if Du Fang had not been an immortal, Chang Qingzi's devastating sword would have really taken his life.

Everyone thought that once their breath was cut off, they would be no different from ordinary people and died under the sword intent of the eighth-level sword cultivator.

But this immortal body is not the same as that of an ordinary cultivator after all.

Although Du Fang's wound was deep, the immortal's blood was even richer. After a while, his body was able to walk normally.

Everyone looked at him walking around in shock.

Xuan Ji was even more beaming with joy. As expected, the immortal body did not let him down. As long as Du Fang was alive, Ling Xiao's hope was still there.

Li Qingshuang took his hand, brought him to Xuanji, and said softly:

"Master, Lingxiao Mountain has become the target of public criticism. The news that the Immortal Flower is here has spread throughout Shenzhou. High-level cultivators from other continents will flock here in search of immortals. Moreover, Bai Zhi is also coveting the immortal body. I think..."

"how?"

"We should avoid him now and wait until he truly cultivates his immortal power before returning to Lingxiao. By then, we will kill anyone in the Nine Divine Continents who isn't a top cultivator, and even kill a pair if there are two!"

"What do you think, Master?"

Xuan Ji agreed immediately, "Okay, let's go down the mountain right now!"

He seemed to have planned this a long time ago.

Du Fang looked at Li Qingshuang gently and asked, "Why do you suddenly want to relocate the entire sect? This is our base. If it is destroyed, there will be no Lingxiao Mountain in the future!"

"As long as there are people, the Lingxiao Sword Sect will exist!"

A hint of determination appeared in Li Qingshuang's eyes.

Xuan Ji immediately organized people to burn the disciples whose blood and energy had been sucked dry, bowed and announced the decision of the sect to relocate.

There were only forty-nine disciples present. Fang Cheng had no idea where he had gone and didn't see any figure at all.

Without further ado, Xuan Ji immediately packed up and started to go down the mountain.

There were forty-nine disciples, plus the three of them, a total of fifty-two people.

For fear that they would be too conspicuous and be ambushed while flying on their swords, everyone chose to walk down the mountain.

No one spoke along the way, and the group finally arrived at the foot of Lingxiao Mountain in silence.

Xuan Ji looked back at the mountain and suddenly felt countless emotions. He had grown up here and had rarely left Lingxiao Mountain since he came up the mountain. But today he had to migrate to a distant place.

I don’t even know where my destination is, let alone when I can come back.

When I come back then, will it still look the same as I see today?

Xuanji looked at Li Qingshuang, "Shuang'er, have you decided on your destination?"

"Go to Jinghai!"

Du Fang suddenly looked at her in surprise, wondering why she proposed this goal.

Xuan Ji bit his lip and whispered, "Shuang'er, you probably don't know that Jinghai is the territory of the Savage Demon Clan and the Ghost Spirit Clan. Any big demon picked out is at the fifth realm of cultivation. We..."

"Master, don't be afraid. I've thought about this for a long time. You've seen how powerful Junior Brother Du Fang's sword is. If we don't go anywhere, if Du Fang breaks the mirror and drains the cultivators of the human race, we will be hunted down and retaliated by all the major sword sects!"

"Although Jinghai is dangerous, it is a lawless place. The influence of the major sword sects cannot reach there. It is a mixed bag of people, and the death of several small clans is not uncommon."

After witnessing the power of immortals twice, Li Qingshuang was already terrified of this evil method of killing. She was afraid that when Du Fang practiced the power of immortals, he would suck the blood of the disciples of her sect like Chang Qingzi did. In other places, they were all under the influence of the major sword sects.

If you are not careful, your whereabouts will be exposed.

Jinghai was the place she decided on after thinking for a long time.

Du Fang held her hand. Jinghai, that's where Mo Qingfeng came from. Once you go there, you'll have Brother Mo to take care of you. You won't have to live like you did in Lingxiao Mountain, where you live in fear and are bullied by others.

This is also what Li Qingshuang meant.

Taking shelter under the ninth realm sword cultivator.

Waiting for the fairy power to take shape.

She expressed all her thoughts. Xuan Ji looked at her face with a sigh and said softly:

"Junior Brother Xuanzhen has accepted a good disciple. You have always been the most gifted of the Purple Spirit Pagoda of our Lingxiao Mountain. I was not wrong about you. You were able to bring immortal spirits into the Sword Gate, and you were brave and knowledgeable, and returned safely. You killed Changqingzi with just a few words. Your intelligence is amazing... Our Lingxiao has successors, and Junior Brother Xuanzhen should rest in peace!"

Li Qingshuang blushed slightly and lowered her head.

Du Fang smiled and said, "In the future, Senior Sister Li will reach the ninth realm of sword cultivation, become a powerful figure who dominates the world, lead the three thousand disciples of Lingxiao, and restore the glory of the ancestors. It is just around the corner!"

"Don't talk nonsense in front of the master!" Li Qingshuang suddenly kicked him.

Xuan Ji watched the two of them playing around, and a hint of tenderness suddenly flashed across his face.

The young man and woman, having experienced life and death together in Jianmen, and having spent three months together, had already become deeply connected. That day, when Li Qingshuang fell into a deep sleep and Du Fang did not attend the incense-burning ceremony, he had already made up his mind when he went to visit Li Qingshuang in her room.