Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 372 4 Great Sword Slaves

Li Yuqing's expression was ecstatic, barely concealing it, and he trembled as he asked, "Master, are you also about to break through the third realm and enter the second realm of the Three Purities Sword Realm?"

"Yes, his oral instructions were passed down yesterday. Therefore, as disciples, we must follow Master's instructions and buy him three days to come out!"

Fang Yuxin's voice was sonorous and powerful, as if she was determined to die.

Zuo Yuheng pulled Li Yuqing behind him and whispered, "They're moving. You're exhausted, get to the back!"

Li Yuqing shook his head slowly:

"At this critical moment for our sect, as the fourth generation disciple of the Taiwei Sword Sect, I have sworn a blood oath before the tablet of our ancestor, vowing to live and die with the Sword Sect!"

The two women looked at Li Yuqing at the same time.

It was obvious that the three women were determined to die at this time.

Du Fang looked up at the sky and saw that in the sky, almost thousands of red sword beams rose from behind the three mountains at the same time, surrounding the three inner layers, three outer layers, and three upper and lower layers of the Taiwei Three Peaks, making it impossible for water to get through.

Li Yuqing looked at the Longyuan disciples rising behind the mountain and sneered:

"Sure enough, they've already set up an ambush!"

As soon as the words fell, under the already white morning sky, a black mist shrouded in black fog swirled out from the sword formation like a wind.

The figure was slender and slim, and was wrapped tightly in black cloth, revealing the face of an old man.

The old man was holding a black cane in his hand, his hair was tied up in a sleek bun, and a strong yin aura was coming from his body. The three women immediately took a step back.

At the same time, he drew his sword.

When the old man stood still, Du Fang's originally calm blood suddenly began to boil.

This face—

He was so familiar with this face. In the ghost town of Fuling in Jinghai, he pointed at the Exploding Bone Dragon and led him and Baizhi to the dreamlike garden.

Again in the garden, he carved his and Bai Zhi's names on the Netherworld Scroll, thus sending them into the Netherworld Space to meet the former Ghost Emperor Ye Liushuang.

The old woman in front of him had already been killed by Yuan Ying in the garden with a sword, her body shattered to pieces, and even her skull turned into ashes.

The long-deceased Elder Long Yuan, Bai Zhi's uncle, suddenly appeared before her eyes again.

Looking at the yin energy surrounding her, Du Fang suddenly felt a little confused. Was the old woman in front of him a human or a ghost?

"Master, long time no see!"

The old man walked over slowly, without even looking at the three Taiwei women around him, but staring at Du Fang closely. A spring-like smile appeared on his gloomy face, and he kept looking at Du Fang's body.

"Yes...it's been a long time, more than ten years!"

"Time flies!" the old man sighed. "Back then, I really thought you possessed the qualities of a Celestial Emperor. You're the only one throughout the ages who could maintain a clear mind and be possessed by a spirit!"

"What do you want to say?" Du Fang sneered.

He knew that the old man in front of him was Bai Zhi's uncle Ji Hongying. She and Bai Zhi had conspired to obtain their own immortal bodies and deceived the Holy Envoy of the Underworld, Youhuang. Bai Zhi placed her soul in a spiritual weapon.

It seems that now, a new body has been recreated for her.

"I don't want to say anything, I just want to thank you!"

"Why should you thank me? I'm not your father!" When the women around heard what Du Fang said, their faces changed drastically and they all looked at the rat-headed Taoist priest.

Everyone in Taiwei could sense that he had no spiritual power and was at most just a second-level little demon, but the old man opposite him was of much greater status.

During these fifteen years, the old man rarely appeared in public, but his reputation had already spread throughout the nine continents.

Under Lord Baihuang, there are four great sword slaves, headed by her.

Every sword slave has reached the realm of the third level of the Immortal Sword Slashing Dao. This old man can be the number one, which naturally means that he has extraordinary talent and skills that surpass all others.

Taiwei's three daughters would involuntarily take a step back when they saw her.

What's more, Long Yuan suppressed various sects, and there were no less than 100,000 sword cultivators in the sects, all of whom obeyed her orders. She was a big figure with such power and cultivation who was well-known in Jiuzhou.

A rat-headed monster was so arrogant that he dared to call her dad.

Unexpectedly, Ji Hongying wasn't angry at all. She smiled and said, "You don't know, the headmaster has been looking for you for a long time. She always believed that immortals are immortal and you must be alive. But she probably couldn't imagine that your face would look so weird!"

"Even if I'm a monster, I'm still stronger than an immortal monster like you!"

Du Fang fought back unwillingly, and Li Yuqing immediately pulled his sleeve, signaling him to talk less.

Ji Hongying sighed with emotion: "This body was made for me by the headmaster himself. I am already very satisfied with my life just to be able to escape from the Jinghai Prison and see the outside world!"

She suddenly stretched out her hand and smiled at Du Fang:

"Come back with me!"

"Where to go back to? Back to your Longyuan Sacred Mountain?" Du Fang said disdainfully.

Ji Hongying slowly shook her head: "No, you probably don't know that the Sect Master has been staying in Lingxiao Mountain for the past fifteen years. She was there, repairing Lingxiao and rebuilding Jiange, hoping that one day you would be able to return!"

Upon hearing this, Du Fang's body trembled. He never thought that Bai Zhi would be in Lingxiao Mountain to rebuild everything she once had.

But can he go back?

The people of Lingxiao had all died long ago, and the wish to rebuild Lingxiao had also disappeared in their memories along with their rebirth. But now, unexpectedly, there were old friends who brought up the past events again.

Ji Hongying sighed softly, "Of the entire Lingxiao Sword Sect, only you and Lord Huang are left alive!"

"Lord of the Wasteland, hehe...Lord of the Wasteland..." Du Fang could no longer suppress his emotions and laughed wildly, "Is she the Lord of the Wasteland of Longyuan, or Li Qingshuang of Lingxiao?"

Ji Hongying seemed to be very tolerant of all of Du Fang's emotions and said softly:

"Lord Huang is your senior sister and also the headmaster of Long Yuan!"

Du Fang took a few steps proudly and stood in front of Ji Hongying. He stared at her kind face and said loudly, "Go back and tell your Lord of the Wasteland that I, Du Fang, will never have anything to do with her in my life, and I will never forgive her! Even if she becomes the next Human Emperor, unifies the Divine Continent, and ascends to become the Emperor of Heaven, I will never forgive her in my life!"

"Zhi'er...if she hears what you say, she...she will be very sad!"

Ji Hongying's face was full of sadness.

Du Fang suddenly laughed, that kind of presumptuous and mocking laugh: "A cold-blooded woman can also be sad, this is really the biggest joke I have ever heard!"

"Although you have done great deeds for me, Long Yuan, you shouldn't judge her like this!"

A flash of anger suddenly crossed Ji Hongying's aged face, and he slammed his cane down on the floor. A shockwave erupted across the entire sword platform, sending hundreds of Taiwei female disciples, those with lower cultivation levels, flying outward.

The three Taiwei women drew their swords, forming a light curtain at the same time, and shouted angrily:

"Old witch, what are you doing?"