Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 390 The First Person in Nine Continents

Ling Zixiao knelt down devoutly and saw that the slender woman was dressed in green and had a beautiful face, and seemed to be still asleep.

The fair skin is translucent and shines with a jade-like luster.

Ling Zixiao's fingers gently pushed aside the green clothes on the woman's chest, and a light lit up between the woman's eyebrows. In an instant, the dazzling divine light cut through the darkness.

Between heaven and earth, a distant bell seemed to ring, and the sound of a sword, like the sound of a Huangzhong Dalu, lingered in everyone's ears.

Then--

Countless people stared blankly at the movements of his hands!

I saw him gently, gently, with extremely soft movements, pick up something only two palms wide from the chest.

"Handle!"

"Why is it the hilt of a sword?"

Ji Hongying gritted her teeth in anger. They had spent so much effort, but in the end, all she got was a sword handle.

"Grandma, don't worry!" Lu Wushuang said calmly.

Because he saw that it was a very old sword handle, without even a trace of divinity, but the body of the woman in front of him was fading.

Her entire body began to dissipate, and the crystal-clear flesh and blood turned into powder. These powders had no weight, but in the afterglow of the night, they turned into colorful glass.

In the night sky, it was like the rain of light when a Taoist monk died and dispersed his teachings. The only difference was that the colors were too rich. Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple turned into a colorful rain of light.

However, this rain of light did not return to the sky and dissipate above the horizon. Instead, it formed into exquisite butterflies, flapping their wings and dancing up and down in the night sky.

All the light rain butterflies are surrounding the old sword handle.

A shocking scene began to happen.

The rain of light connected to the hilt of the sword, and the light became brighter and brighter, like the rising sun, warm and brilliant, in the seven-color light.

Old debris began to fall from the hilt of the sword. These fragments seemed to seal some mysterious power from ancient times. As the fragments crumbled, that power also slowly cracked.

The rain of light disappeared, and an ancient and majestic sword slowly emerged.

The sword body was light blue, with colorful runes of the Great Dao flowing on it. Each rune contained the ultimate truth of heaven and earth and exuded a heart-pounding murderous intent.

Everyone's pupils suddenly shrank.

When the divine sword was formed, the murderous intent that chilled the heaven and earth made these strong men feel terrified and their pores contracted.

This blue fairy sword hung quietly in the air, surrounded by a faint blue light.

Ling Zixiao looked at the immortal sword in front of him with immense admiration and said softly, "Taixuan was divided into three. I, Taiwei, established my sect here to protect this land of sword scriptures!"

"When the Green Emperor Long Yuan learned the secret of our sect, the founder of Tai Xuan knew that one day, Long Yuan would come to take this true immortal weapon!"

Ling Zixiao's voice suddenly became louder, staring at the sky, and said angrily:

"Lord Baihuang, but I, the Taixuan Patriarch, sacrificed my life to the sword not to deal with you!"

"I know!"

A grand Taoist voice came from the sky, the voice was soft and charming.

At this moment, Du Fang, who was sitting on the ground and holding Li Yuqing, suddenly felt his body shaken violently. He looked up at the sky in surprise. Is the Lord Baihuang of Longyuan really going to appear?

Sixteen years have passed. Will the Bai Zhi still be the same as before?

Du Fang felt desolate. Li Yuqing's body in his arms was gradually getting colder, but he had no way to wake her up.

And above the sky, a real battle is about to begin.

The voice was so soft and sweet that it made people feel relaxed and at ease: "I know, I know everything!"

Upon hearing the response, Ling Zixiao suddenly roared in anger: "Taixuan's ancestor sacrificed his body to the sword in order to emulate the heroic deeds of Emperor Huangqiu of the Human World, severing the immortal realm and paving a true path to immortality for all races!"

"It's remarkable, it's really remarkable!"

In the sky, Bai Zhi's voice was still gentle: "Unfortunately... Long Yuan's founder, our Qing Emperor, has already tried it. The path that Tai Xuan Patriarch envisioned eight thousand years ago is simply not feasible!"

"You fart!"

Ling Zixiao was furious. This was simply an insult to all the sword masters of Taixuan throughout the ages, and it was also a denial of their efforts. No wonder he was so angry.

Bai Zhi's voice was soft and weak, but it resounded in everyone's heart like spring rain:

"I'm sorry to have angered you. The three founders of the Taixuan sect were truly remarkable. They sacrificed their lives for the sword. The sword masters of all generations have maintained peace in Jiuzhou for eight thousand years. However, I still have to say that they have taken the wrong path. The Qing Emperor of my clan, and the Longyuan she founded, have always had the same ultimate goal as our two major sword sects!"

Bai Zhi suddenly sighed:

"My Qing Emperor and your three Taixuan ancestors all aimed to rebuild the Bridge of Eternal Life and explore a path to ascension for all races, but they all failed... My Qing Emperor even paid the price with blood. Their failures have made me more determined that the path I am taking is the only correct one!"

"What way?"

Ling Zixiao looked a little confused and asked blankly.

A faint chuckle rang out from the sky: "Master Zixiao, you failed to break through. You will never be able to reach the ultimate realm in your entire life, so... you are not qualified to know..."

Although this sound was light, it suddenly pressed down Ling Zixiao's upright body. Ling Zixiao's voice instantly became extremely old:

"Yes, I failed. It's impossible for me to reach the top in my lifetime. But I want to know why you chose the path that required the destruction of all the sword sects in Jiuzhou. Why couldn't you emulate the Human Emperor and gather the power of all the powerful men in Shenzhou to jointly slash the Immortal Realm?"

"That road won't work. I told you... one day, when you know the true nature of this world's fundamental power, you'll understand!"

Seeing Ling Zixiao's dying look, Bai Zhi's voice suddenly became excited and proud:

"But I can tell you that your death will be very worthwhile. My ambition is far more glorious and greater than that of the sages who came before me. I want to surpass all the powerful men in Shenzhou over the past ten thousand years, ascend to the upper realm, overthrow the throne of the Emperor of Heaven, decapitate the immortals in the celestial realm, and use their heads to build a Jingguan, place it in the immortal realm, to comfort the countless heroic souls who sacrificed in Shenzhou, and then rebuild this vast world!"

This blood-boiling sound was heard by everyone present. The sword cultivator Long Yuan was even more excited. He raised his sword at the same time, and thousands of rays of light pierced the night sky.

Ling Zixiao was silent.

He never expected that Bai Zhi's ultimate goal of destroying the three Taixuan sects was exactly the same as that of Taixuan's founder.

His head suddenly shook like a rattle, and he finally muttered, "I don't believe it. I don't believe your nonsense at all. You're just trying to trick me into giving up the magic weapon in my hand!"

"Believe it or not, it's up to you, but Long Yuan's pace of unifying the Nine Continents won't slow down even a bit. Taiwei, Taishang, Taixuan, within three years, wherever Long Yuan steps on, he will definitely flatten it. As the number one in the Nine Continents, I will definitely take out the three immortal swords and lead my generation of sword cultivators to the sword realm!"

Her voice was powerful.