Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 392: Meeting the Lord of the Desert Again

Ling Zixiao's face suddenly turned red, and a withered, dead aura began to flow from his seven orifices. His voice became hoarse and unpleasant: "Will you...will you spare the remaining...remaining disciples of Taiwei?"

Bai Zhi looked at him quietly and did not answer.

Ling Zixiao looked at her silence and suddenly understood everything.

Bai Zhi will not stay. If she stays, there will be a risk of the news leaking out. Someone in Tai Shang will definitely know about it, and someone will also send the news to Jubei City.

It seems that the lives of the remaining 600-odd disciples of Taiwei Sword Sect cannot be saved.

"You...you have already got the magic sword 'Chunjun'. Why, why don't you let it go..." Ling Zixiao

He suddenly jumped up, but only about three feet high. Just as he threw a punch, he suddenly fell down.

In front of the imperial aura on Baizhi, he was like a three-year-old child, powerless.

"You...are really...cruel..."

After Ling Zixiao shouted these words desperately, his body began to transform into Tao.

His method of transformation was different from all other methods above the seventh realm. Purple smoke began to spread above his body, and then a purple spot of light formed.

The light spot condensed on the body, and then Ling Zixiao's entire body was sucked into the light spot like dust.

The purple light began to flash and then exploded.

Scattered in the sky.

Not a single drop of light rain fell.

Ling Zixiao forcibly used the Heavenly Heart Seal and sacrificed his body to the sword. In the end, the sword was taken away by Bai Zhi before he could even swing it. After the Heavenly Heart Seal disappeared, the strong man's transformation into the Tao turned out to be like this.

Just as Ling Zixiao's body completely dissipated, countless female disciples of Taiwei knelt on the scattered ruins of Taiwei Sacred Mountain, shouting with sobs in their throats.

"Master!"

No one paid any attention to the cries of the weak. Long Yuan's sword cultivators had already begun to surround them. They had a tacit understanding and completely blocked the way for these people to resist and escape.

These six or seven hundred remaining sword cultivators have completely become fish on the chopping board.

After Ling Zixiao died, Bai Zhi's body finally turned around. Her distant gaze passed through the crowd and then locked onto a figure squatting on the ground.

It was a fairy with a rat head and a human figure, holding a beautiful woman in her arms.

——Du Fang.

This time, there was no golden avenue or black unicorn under Bai Zhi's feet.

She was dressed in pure white, and under the gaze of everyone, she slowly walked down from the sky, step by step, and landed in front of the Rat-Headed Taoist.

Du Fang stared at this almost arrogant woman who walked in front of him so calmly. Bai Zhi's face showed no emotion.

Staring at him quietly, Du Fang stared back without fear.

After sixteen years, the first words the two said when they met were spoken by Bai Zhi:

"She...who is she?"

Du Fang didn't answer her question, but sneered with a hint of sarcasm: "You are so majestic now, the real number one in Jiuzhou. No one can look down on you anymore..."

This sarcasm made Bai Zhi frown. Du Fang stared at her coldly. On the face of the woman in front of him, he saw the sorrow of his former senior sister, as well as the gentleness of Bai Zhi. Even the appearance of his former immortal body could be found on this face.

"You took that black spirit away and absorbed her killing power, right?"

Before he went up Taiwei Mountain, when he saw the Taiwei disciples' outer sentries being tragically killed, he already understood that both he and the current Lord Baihuang had practiced Mo Ling's killing power.

This kind of swordsmanship is almost identical to Lu Wushuang's sword intent.

Bai Zhi did not answer. This noble, high-ranking woman, who was almost like a god and admired by everyone, actually lowered her head slowly and bit her lip in front of this little rat-headed goblin.

Bai Zhi's voice was very soft and gentle:

"Yes, immortal spirits must be carried by someone. If three immortal spirits mature at the same time, Shenzhou will not be able to withstand a major catastrophe!"

Du Fang sneered: "When did you learn to be as kind-hearted as a bodhisattva?"

"You... still hate me... for taking your Supreme Divine Blood?"

Bai Zhi's voice was even softer, and there was a hint of sadness in her tone. This voice was very similar to Li Qingshuang, Lingxiao's senior sister Du Fang.

At that moment, Du Fang suddenly felt a little dazed. The sound was so penetrating that it seemed to pull him back to the Lingxiao Mountain where he once was.

That woman in purple is the object of sexual fantasies for countless low-level disciples of Lingxiao.

They went to Cangyun Old Town together to get the Mirror Monster. At that time, could the senior sister really be bewitched by the fourth-level monster, the Mirror Monster?

Du Fang couldn't figure it out, nor did he want to figure it out.

The senior sister stabbed herself with that sword because she sensed Mo Qingfeng's arrival, or because Bai Zhi's other body at that time was really of low level of cultivation and was really trapped by the mirror monster.

Du Fang sighed a little sadly.

Although Li Qingshuang's whereabouts in Jianmen were secretive, she took me with her and traveled through mountains and rivers. She even got the Human Emperor's Divine Sword. When Sect Leader Xuanji betrothed her to him, her shyness and the blush on her face did not seem fake.

His thoughts jumped out of the past and he stared at Bai Zhi:

"You know clearly in your heart that this is not what I hate. Just like what the Ghost Emperor said, it's all the same, all the same. Whether it's you who inherits the Supreme Divine Blood or me, in the end, it must be used to sever the upper realm!"

"Then why did you..."

Du Fang suddenly smiled and stared into Bai Zhi's eyes. "You understand everything, so why do you have to explain it all?"

"I don't understand!" Bai Zhi shook her head.

"Then we have nothing more to say. You have obtained the immortal weapon 'Chunjun' and destroyed Taiwei. I am here to congratulate you! You can leave now!"

The corners of his mouth curled up, mocking the person in front of him who was admired by countless people.

"This woman, who is she?"

Bai Zhi's eyelids drooped and she looked at the woman in Du Fang's arms again.

Her persistence made Du Fang want to laugh suddenly. Li Yuqing's body in his arms had already gone cold. He laughed nonchalantly:

"She's my woman, you can leave now!"

Bai Zhi's originally calm body suddenly moved, and Du Fang could feel that the body under the white clothes was trembling slightly.

I don’t know if it was because of my own words that provoked me.

After all, their blood had once mingled, within the bones of the Ghost Emperor's body. Her soft lips, that warmth, that wetness, were the softest, most beautiful thing in the world.

It bit the tip of his tongue like a snake, and like a leech, sucked all the supreme divine blood from his body, along with his entire essence.

She has fair skin and slender legs.

They were once the divine objects that Du Fang had always dreamed of. Unfortunately, the woman he loved was also the one who came to take his life and orchestrated his tragic fate.