nucmednet Chapter 236 Jade Tree
Chapter 236 Jade Tree
As soon as Yushu appeared, the weapon in Du Fang's hand suddenly made a slight sword sound, as if he had met an opponent, or as if he had smelled the surging blood and soul power above.
Yuan Ying stared at the jade tree, her voice filled with pride:
"This is the most precious treasure of our clan, a treasure that has endured for thousands of years. There is only one left in the world, and it is a divine object refined by countless grievances in the sea of realms. Today, I just want to see if your so-called immortal magic power can cut a crack on it."
"Let me try!"
A red light suddenly flashed in Du Fang's eyes, and he channeled all the blood soul power in the sea of blood in his sea of consciousness into the sword.
The rhythm of Bai Zhi's sword that once cut through the sky and the sword intent of the sword that killed the head of Lingxiao were completely copied into the sword body.
With a twist of his body, he followed the sword, and his attack was the most ruthless, the most devastating, the ultimate secret of the sword:
Qinghua Jiemie—behead!
Bai Zhi's expression suddenly froze:
She finally understood that Du Fang had seen all the details of her battle with the Great Pillar State Changying that day.
It was this sword that he used that day to chop into pieces the jade tree spirit branch that looked exactly like the ghost cultivator's long tassel.
Du Fang now followed suit and it turned out to be the same sword move he had used before.
He almost memorized the sword intent of this sword in his bones.
All the pain in my life was caused by this sword.
The hatred towards fate is all woven into this thrust of the sword.
This sword was meant to chop Yuan Ying into ashes. Du Fang had seen the rhythm of this sword three times, once at the top of Lingxiao Mountain when Lingxiao was destroyed.
Once in Longqi City, Bai Zhi killed the ancient yellow bird with one sword.
Once it was at Longyuan Sacred Mountain, where the Great Pillar State was killed by this sword.
With such a domineering and awe-inspiring sword power, Yuan Ying looked solemn and recited quietly:
The ghosts of the ancient gods, the elves of the sea, bestow upon your children the Contract of God: The jade ancient tree was enveloped by a green aura as she chanted, and all the branches seemed to come alive, automatically bending and gathering together.
At the most essential point, the branch becomes soft and fragile.
Then, countless specks of black light flashed out.
Bai Zhi's body was trembling slightly. She understood how to control the evil power and knew how difficult it was. Each black dot was a wisp of unwilling soul of the dead.
She really didn't know how to gather so many vengeful spirits in one place without being attacked back and inflicting heavy damage on the enemy.
As the souls of almost billions of living beings began to appear.
The ancient tree turned completely black and condensed into a singularity.
This change seems slow, but it is actually surprisingly fast.
Seeing the magic weapon in his hand being pushed to its limit, Yuan Ying stared at Du Fang with a sneer.
At this moment, Du Fang's eyes were completely filled with blood red. This was the most powerful and massive sword strike he had ever made in his life.
It was as if a demon god was awakened in the body, and the demon god's breath came through the tip of the sword.
Bite towards that black singularity.
Two black lights collided between heaven and earth.
In an instant, the originally clear sky suddenly turned completely dark.
Endless darkness shrouded the broken Great Steel Wall, and no one knew what had happened.
Countless sharp black air, carrying a bloody glow, flew out from the darkness.
Yuan Ying's entire body was penetrated by these countless brilliant lights.
At that moment, Du Fang saw with his own eyes that a three-year-old ghost baby was forced out of Yuan Ying's body by the sword, screaming and falling into the endless sea.
"Is this her true form?"
Is this what the ninth-level ghost cultivator of the ghost clan really looks like?
A huge bone dragon flew up from the endless sea, flashing its huge wings, grabbed the ghost baby in one bite, and flew to the depths of the sea without looking back.
White fog instantly covered the entire sea surface, obscuring their whereabouts. The fog gradually dissipated, and the sun once again covered the earth.
Du Fang stood blankly in the square, a question lingering in his mind:
"Is this powerful person a ghost baby?"
After Yuan Ying left, all the ghosts turned into black gas and dissipated in the air.
The air of the entire promotion fortress was filled with the faint stench of corpses.
Du Fang lowered his head.
He was left, so easily, so naturally.
The once unattainable Ninth Realm powerhouse was defeated by his own sword for the first time. After the immortal reached the Ninth Realm, his blood energy, after two sublimations, had become so rich that it was overwhelming.
Even the most ordinary weapon in his hand can produce such power.
He couldn't help but think that if Chengying still had the magic sword in the Human Emperor's Tomb, he would be able to cultivate the same ninth-level sword spirit as Baizhi did.
Then no one in this sea of land will be able to stop him.
At this moment, all the remaining disciples of the Iron Fan Sect flew out of the fortress.
Some people knelt on the ground, kowtowed three times and kowtowed nine times to Du Fang's back, thanking him for saving his life. Hundreds of disciples knelt down.
The two surviving elders of Iron Fan Gate showed hesitation and contradiction on their faces.
They knew that the disaster that the Iron Fan Sect was facing today was caused by the immortal spirit devouring the sect's ancestor, and the young man in front of them was the immortal spirit itself.
So many people died in the Iron Fan Sect today, and the sect was almost destroyed. The leader died, the leader's beloved son was abducted, and the elders betrayed and left. The root of all this was caused by the young man in front of him.
But it was this young man who displayed his divine power, drove away the Ninth Realm powerful men of the Spirit Ghost Clan, and preserved a trace of the Iron Fan Gate's bloodline.
So they are hesitating.
Bai Zhi had already walked over and asked him softly:
"What are you thinking?"
Du Fang gazed at the endless sea shrouded in white mist, and suddenly turned around and asked, "Does anyone know where the Ghost Clan's headquarters is in the Jinghai?"
An elder in white came over and bowed, saying:
"Iron Fan Sect Elder Yu Song thanks you for saving me, young master."
"You're welcome. This is what I should do. Does anyone know?"
He wanted to know because he wanted to pull Yu Qinghan out. He was the only blood of the Iron Fan Sect leader. He wanted to know because he was disabled and because he was kidnapped.
He has already reached the peak of immortality, and even if it is just to repay a favor, he must be pulled out of the sea of realms.
Elder Yu said slowly: "I know a little bit, but..."
"But what?"
"The sea of boundaries is mysterious and unpredictable. For thousands of years, no one who has gone into the sea of boundaries, no matter how powerful, has ever returned!"
Yuan Ying had mentioned this just now, and Elder Yu repeated it again, shortening the time by four thousand years.
"Tell me about it!"
Elder Yu said:
"You two should go to the fortress hall and rest. Allow me to serve tea and express my gratitude. The relationship between the Jinghai and Linggui tribes is quite deep, and it cannot be explained in a few words."
Du Fang looked at Bai Zhi, who nodded and said:
"Alright, Elder, please be more specific. This young man is going to rescue his friend, who is also your leader's beloved son. A map would be even better!"
"That's natural!"
Elder Yu ordered his disciples to clean up the battlefield one by one and sent people outside to ask for help.
No one knows whether the ghost clan will make a comeback.
Du Fang was full of emotion when he returned to the hall of the promotion fortress. A day ago, this place was bustling with people, and the three heroes of the Yu family were planning and making plans in the hall.
After one day, his soul has flown away to his homeland and we will never see him again.
He was thinking in his heart that things are unpredictable, and Elder Yu had already brought the tea himself.
Du Fang respected him very much and quickly stood up and bowed. This man was so old and was an elder in the Iron Fan Sect, so he must be from the same origin as Yu Qinghan.