Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 305 The Person Who Wasn’t Dead Back Then

A bitter feeling suddenly arose in Du Fang's heart. This was the path that had been paved for him from the very beginning.

A trace of fear suddenly rose in his heart: "Then that shadow of Brother Mo that broke into this world before was also fake?"

"Yes, that was all my dream weaving technique, drawing memories from your mind and leading you into the path of God's trial."

"And now, we have arrived at the burial ground of the gods. Immortal, you should summon the sword spirit in your hand and slash through this Chaos Immortal Bell. Here, you will find the cause and effect you seek!"

There was incomparable piety and respect on Youhuang's face.

He even hunched over and knelt down.

He bowed towards the ancient town in the light curtain.

Du Fang was very depressed. Ever since he entered the Netherworld Scroll, the ancient divine sword he carried with him, Chengying, had integrated into his spine like a living thing.

He didn't know how to take out the sword.

When Du Fang looked at the old woman with a puzzled expression, the expression on Youhuang's entire body suddenly changed slowly.

A young and beautiful woman appeared before them. She smoothed her black hair and looked at Du Fang with a look of great love on her face.

"From today on, you are the son of the gods, inheriting the will of my Ghost Clan, the North Pole Ghost Emperor. You will rebuild the road to heaven and pave a path to immortality for all races in the world."

Her words were extremely solemn and pious, but they made Du Fang blush.

He never thought that this day would come.

That day in Fuling Ghost City, Bai Zhi's uncle also said the same thing to her.

He will definitely be the first person to ascend to heaven in the future.

A sense of pride burst out from the bottom of my heart.

Du Fang gritted his teeth, slew those dark ascenders, reshaped the order of the three realms, and sought ten thousand years of order and peace for all races in the world.

This seemed to be his responsibility.

"How can I take out this Great Divine Sword?"

Du Fang seemed to have made some kind of decision.

"The blood of the immortal spirit and the power of the mind, only when the sword soul and the human are integrated, can this immortal weapon be cut apart..."

"Moreover, it also requires His Majesty's guiding artifact, the Holy Fire Red Lotus!"

After saying that, he stared at Bai Zhi with a pair of sharp eyes, waiting for her to take out the Fire Lotus on her body.

Bai Zhi didn't take it out, but instead smiled meaningfully and looked at You Huang's indifferent face:

"These three clans' sacred objects, as well as the sacred fire red lotus that was taken out from the tomb of the gods discovered by the three clans of Jinghai on the seabed, were put there by you, right?"

"Yes! I put it in there!"

"More than a thousand years ago, our Qinghua Empress also obtained this item, which allowed her to enter this Netherworld!"

"Yes, Li Qinghua is the first candidate chosen by His Majesty!"

"I understand. No wonder Du Fang was able to take this divine object away from the nine-level experts from the three tribes. Before, when the three tribes' experts guarding this artifact were close to him, it must have caused some strange effect on them, right?"

Youhuang suddenly waved her hand, and a blue fire lotus suddenly floated out of thin air in Baizhi's arms. The faint blue light actually emitted a clear piano sound.

Du Fang and Bai Zhi were both confused.

You Huang said proudly, "This is the magical instrument that Your Majesty used before he attained enlightenment. It contains three musical notes. Without its spiritual voice summoning, the immortal body would not hear Your Majesty's call. Only this kind of immortal instrument can break the blockade of this netherworld and enter the tomb of the gods. I am using the hands of the three clans to inherit Your Majesty's will and bring the people of the second life here!"

"Even my uncle has been bewitched by you!" Bai Zhi sneered.

"She asked for it herself!"

You Huang no longer looked at her and placed the Holy Fire Red Lotus between Du Fang's eyebrows:

"You possess a primordial immortal weapon. Only by drawing on the blood of immortal spirits and using the power of your mind to summon the sword spirit of the immortal sword can you break this Chaos Immortal Bell! There, His Majesty has prepared a generous gift for you!"

"What kind of gift?"

"I don't know!" You Huang smiled. "Xianling, it's your turn now. If you can't summon the sword spirit, it means that you are not the right person for this life. Like me, you will be trapped here for the rest of your life!"

At the end of the day, there is nothing left to say.

Du Fang sat down silently and closed his eyes.

If you want to go out, if you want to get out of here, you can only follow her instructions.

The great deeds of the Human Emperor in the past inspired him.

When he thought of this sword, this immortal weapon that had been buried in the tomb of the Human Emperor for ten thousand years finally began to rise slowly from the dragon's spine as his divine thoughts moved.

Baizhi was surprised to find out.

A ray of extremely black light slowly rose from Du Fang's back.

A soft dragon roar broke through the air from the sword and spread throughout the void in an instant.

The golden light curtain above the Chaos Immortal Bell seemed to sense the power of the magic sword, and suddenly it began to boil like boiling water.

You Huang shouted sternly:

"Now, kill!"

Du Fang's body rose with the sword, as if the sword had its own will, carrying his body, his thoughts clear and smooth, a sword rhythm from the ancient times burst out from Chengying.

With resolute and endless power, he slashed towards the golden light curtain.

There was a sound of silk tearing, and indeed a crack appeared on the golden light curtain.

You Huang screamed:

"Get in quickly!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Du Fang suddenly felt that his whole body was lifted up by a huge force and thrown into the crack.

Seeing Du Fang go in, Bai Zhi moved and immediately squeezed into the crack.

Suddenly, You Huang grabbed her, his voice calm and his face became even calmer.

"You can't go in!"

"why?"

"Because he is the future Son of God, inheriting His Majesty's legacy!"

Bai Zhi snorted coldly, her eyes suddenly turned to look behind You Huang, her voice indifferent:

"I'm afraid you have no say here!"

A blood-red handprint suddenly emerged from You Huang's entire body. Behind You Huang, a man in red clothes, neither male nor female, appeared. You Huang turned around, his voice filled with horror.

——Youming, you... you are not crazy...

The red-clothed figure chuckled and slowly pulled out his bloody claws.

The voice was indifferent, staring at Youhuang's gradually aging face.

"I am not Youming, nor am I your Holy Envoy of the Nether Emperor. Youming died fourteen hundred years ago. I... I simply took over his body!"

Countless streams of bright red blood gushed out from Youhuang's seven orifices, and her voice began to become unclear:

"You...you pretended to be crazy and lied to me..."

The red-clothed figure chuckled.

"You...you are the man who entered this Netherworld Scroll with Li Qinghua. How...how..."

The red-clothed figure said lightly:

"I've never been out. Shen Tu has been looking for an heir for so many years. Am I not a ready-made successor? Hahaha..."

His fingers were covered with cold white bones, and this hand began to suck all the blood from Youhuang's body.

You Huang roared angrily, and blood suddenly began to splatter all over his body. His entire body shot out like a blood arrow and exploded.

It seemed that before dying, he also wanted to drag the figure in red to be buried with him.

However, the figure in red had already guessed this move.

He retreated more than ten feet, and a blood-red Taoist diagram appeared in front of him, blocking all the blood arrows.

A soft sigh echoed in the void:

"Child, I can only rely on you!"

This is Youhuang's dying plea.

This change happened too suddenly. No one expected that this person had lived for 1,400 years in this space.

He even deceived the Holy Envoy of Youhuang, who had lived here for ten thousand years.

Who is this figure in red?

Bai Zhi didn't even look at him and went straight into the crack.

The crack finally began to close, and when only a crack remained, a blood-red arrow suddenly pierced through the golden light curtain and landed in front of Du Fang.

"After 1,400 years, I have finally waited for this moment and entered the burial place of the gods!"

Du Fang, who was inside, saw this scene very clearly.

He roared:

"who are you?"

The red-clothed figure's strange smile reappeared, and he chuckled:

"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that I'm here to take away your luck!"

Du Fang suddenly drew his sword and slashed at his body.

What makes people feel weird is that the force of this sword is mediocre. It seems that the power of the sword of the most ordinary swordsman is far more powerful than this sword.

Beneath this space shrouded by immortal artifacts is the burial place of gods.

All the cultivation seemed to have disappeared.

They became ordinary people who couldn't be more ordinary.

The red-clothed figure chuckled:

"Don't bother. There are two divine auras suppressing you here. Even if you are a top swordsman, you won't have a single ray of divine power..."

He smiled again: "The spirit of destiny chosen by the Hades Emperor, the body of an immortal, carrying the sword spirit of Chengying, are you going to take it out yourself? Or should I come and take it myself?"

These words are so familiar.

Du Fang suddenly remembered that when he first entered the temple, this man had said, "I have lived for more than 1,400 years, but at that time I didn't know the wonders of this dark space."

Until Youhuang said that Youming, one of the Four Holy Envoys, had gone crazy and had lived for more than 10,000 years by relying on the blood of the ancient beasts in the temple.

I should have guessed it earlier.

But I ended up forgetting the most important thing.