Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 292 Netherworld Scroll

"In this world, are evil gods the only ones who can achieve immortality?"

"Evil gods will die too, but their lifespans are far longer than our mortal bodies. If a mortal has an eighty-year lifespan, our strongest cultivators can cultivate for three to five hundred years. After ascending, they can increase this lifespan to around ten thousand years. However, the lifespans of the saints of heaven and earth begin with a hundred thousand years. In ancient times, the most recent saint died only ten thousand years ago!"

"They can't escape the passage of time!" Du Fang sighed deeply.

"Yes, so the lifespan of an evil god is generally between 20,000 and 30,000 years. If they truly want to achieve immortality, they can only find the remains of a deceased Heavenly Saint. Only then can they inherit the body of a saint and live for a hundred thousand years!"

"Then, big brother, you used your avatar to break into this Netherworld Scroll. Do you also want to do the same as the powerful men of the three clans of Jinghai, and ask the Holy Envoy of the Nether Emperor not to take the sword spirit from me, smash the immortal bell, and escape?"

Mo Qingfeng suddenly smiled bitterly:

"I want that too, but unfortunately..."

"What's a pity?"

"I can't remove the sword spirit of this Primordial Divine Sword from you, nor can I take it away. It has already merged into your dragon spine when you entered this Netherworld space. I came here to tell you the way out of this Netherworld scroll!"

Du Fang finally asked his question:

"Does this sword of mine really contain an ancient sword spirit?"

Mo Qingfeng chuckled, "That was once the sword of the Human Emperor. It's almost comparable to the immortal weapon of the ascended ones. It was with this sword that the Human Emperor Huang Qiu was able to cut down the immortal realm and bring his magic to the human world!"

"Then why was it integrated into my body after entering here?"

"Because..." Mo Qingfeng pondered for a moment.

"Because he, the immortal bell and the painting that suppress this place are all artifacts of the same grade, all divine objects from ten thousand years ago. Only by entering this Netherworld Painting Scroll can he unleash the power of the immortal weapon and break the immortal bell!"

"So, you were summoned?"

"No!" Mo Qingfeng frowned slightly.

"I heard the sword language!"

"Swords also have language?" Du Fang was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth. It was so big that an egg could fit in it.

Mo Qingfeng chuckled and said, “When you reach the ultimate level of cultivation, as a sword cultivator, you will be able to understand the words of the most powerful sword in the world. They are living creatures, whispering in your heart like a lover!”

"So what did you hear the sword say?"

"I will help you find a way out of this dark scroll!"

"How do I get out?"

Mo Qingfeng pointed at the temples on the island and explained softly:

"In every temple like this, there's a giant beast hidden. It's there to protect it. All the prehistoric species were blessed with divine blood, and few of the world's strongest can defeat it. You just witnessed its power... If you want to leave this painting, try to avoid it..."

"But I can't see the road. Where is it?"

Du Fang looked at the floating island that was lost in the dim sky, and had no idea where the road was.

"You'll see it when you step onto the sea of ​​clouds. Everything before you now is an illusion. The four great messengers of the Hades are all former illusionists. Remember, once you step onto the sea of ​​clouds, don't look back. You must grit your teeth and hold on. If you can't, you'll be dragged into hell by these captive beasts. Then, you'll be trapped here for the rest of your life, never able to escape!"

Mo Qingfeng's expression was stern, and he said softly, "Just like the person we met just now, trapped and dead here!"

"Brother, won't you come with me?"

Du Fang suddenly felt a little scared.

Mo Qingfeng said calmly: "Your elder brother Mo is not his true body. Once he enters the underworld, he will disappear on his own. This time, I can only rely on you!"

"Only that kind of monster would drag me into hell?"

"Where is this hell?"

Mo Qingfeng looked down at his feet. "It's right below the underworld. There are nine underworlds in the Nine Divine Continents. Each underworld is guarded by a Hades Emperor. Those who are dragged into hell will be trapped there for the rest of their lives. This is your only way to survive!"

After saying this, he warned: "There are not only giant beasts like this on this road, but also various ghosts and evil spirits. They will pull you down, or charm you and make you lose your way..."

Du Fang trembled and said, "Will the Holy Envoy who disappeared earlier also pull me in? I am a cripple now. If they come, I will have no power to resist!"

"Don't worry about that. The Dark Emperor is also testing you. Anyone who can pick up the Primordial Divine Sword must be no ordinary person."

Du Fang suddenly remembered something and immediately asked:

"Has anyone walked this road before?"

Mo Qingfeng smiled and said:

"It seems you have guessed it. Yes, the founder of Longyuan, the former Li Qinghua, walked out from here. He used his immense magical power to transform into a Taoist and ascend to the fairyland!"

Du Fang suddenly became confused:

"After the Great Desolation was shattered, weren't all human cultivators no longer able to ascend? Didn't those Heavenly Emperors sever all paths to ascension?"

Mo Qingfeng nodded: "Yes, so, Li Qinghua only ascended to the fairyland, the last emperor's hill, and used her great magic power to cut out a horn from the fairyland. The road to the fairyland has been cut off, and she can't become an immortal and enter the upper realm!"

"That fairyland is above the sea, right?"

"Yes, but it's not visible now."

"why?"

"Because, only when the sea of ​​​​realms is completely dried up, will the fairyland appear!"

"Why..." Du Fang was about to ask again. Mo Qingfeng suddenly said:

"You should go now, the road is clear!"

Mo Qingfeng looked at the clouds gradually rising under his feet.

Du Fang took a step forward and suddenly turned back. He still had a puzzled question:

"Brother Mo, if I can't escape this dark and ghostly path and am captured by the Underworld Emperor, will he lend me his divine sword to break the immortal bell, return to the world, and bring disaster to all races?"

Hearing this, Mo Qingfeng thought seriously:

"This Chengying Sword Spirit has already recognized you as its master. Even if it wants to break the Immortal Bell, it will definitely use you. As long as you don't lose your mind, his conspiracy will not succeed. I'm afraid that if you fall into hell and lose your mind, the God Slayer will wake up and will definitely turn this sea of ​​​​land into a plain of bones!"

The word "plain of bones" made Du Fang shudder with fear.

He never thought that he just wanted to come to Jinghai and find Yu Qinghan, the former young master of the Iron Fan Sect, but now it seems like this.

He must have turned to ashes long ago.

What he owes him is destined to never be repaid in this lifetime.

At this moment, just as Du Fang was lost in thought, the temperature around him suddenly dropped, and a stream of evil spirits slowly gathered towards the temple.

Mo Qingfeng's face turned pale. When he came to his senses, his face turned pale. He immediately held up a Xuanhuang barrier and shouted, "Go!"

Du Fang looked at the approaching ghost and asked anxiously, "What about you?"

Mo Qingfeng picked him up and threw him into the barrier, saying anxiously, "The road is just ahead. Go forward boldly. Don't be afraid. Don't lose your mind! I'll be waiting for you outside the sea!"

A bluish-white sword light slashed out, and Du Fang's eyes suddenly became dark. He only saw the bright sword light, which disturbed the vortex of time and space here.

The shattered continents and suspended islands before my eyes began to disappear.

Du Fang's eyes went dark, and he vaguely heard a man's voice shouting in shock:

"Mo Lao San, how dare you let him enter the Netherworld?"

He heard it clearly, it was the voice of the underworld.

Then a woman's voice said:

"His Majesty the Underworld Emperor must have chosen him. We should just wait for him at the end. What if he really can come out?"

This is the voice of the guide, Youhuang.

After these two sentences, everything became quiet. Du Fang felt a darkness rushing towards his eyes. He could no longer hear anything. His head suddenly ached and he fainted.

When he woke up, he opened his eyes first.

The house was very familiar. It was the wooden house where he had lived during his seven years of asceticism.

He was woken up by a fellow disciple.

Everything seemed to have returned to the past, when I was just an outer disciple, living in a simple wooden house, and woke up from a nightmare.

Du Fang shook his head vigorously.

All of this is not an illusion, it seems to be happening right before my eyes.

There was a man standing in front of the bed. He looked almost exactly like the outer disciple, Chen Jia.

Chen Jia's face was filled with fear at this moment, and he called out to him anxiously, "Du Fang, Du Fang, how dare you sleep here? Uncle Xuanzhen is calling you, come with me!"

Du Fang still looked at him in confusion.

He first looked at his body to confirm that he was not in Lingxiao Mountain.

Could it be that time has gone back and he has returned to Lingxiao? Or was the extermination of Lingxiao's family just a nightmare?

Did everything happen in a dream?

In order to confirm what he thought, he slowly walked out of the wooden house.

Outside the wooden house, there is indeed the scenery of Lingxiao Mountain, full of vitality.