Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 219 Mutation

Yu Qinghan's voice was very soft, and he held Du Fang's cold hand.

"Don't feel guilty. I told you, this is fate. I saved you, and I saved the lives of the millions of ordinary people who will die at the hands of immortals in your wake. I've already succeeded in several cases. Don't worry, this method is for dealing with evil spirits possessing bodies. All you need to do is place your hands, with your brows facing upside down, on the three spiritual stones..."

Du Fang gritted his teeth and rubbed his hands tightly. He suddenly knelt down and kowtowed three times to Yu Qinghan.

Yu Qinghan quickly helped him up:

"Brother Du, please don't be like this. Friendship is about knowing your true self. I'm helping you today, but maybe one day when my sect is in trouble, we'll need your help!"

When Du Fang heard these words, he was so excited that he almost cried.

When the immortal spirit entered his body and when he mistakenly killed his friends and relatives, he felt that he no longer had any relatives or friends in this world. He was the only one left in the world, lonely like a wild ghost, with no place to stay.

Looking at Yu Qinghan's sincere face, Du Fang seemed to remember again:

When I first entered Lingxiao, there was an outer disciple named Mo Er who had served for eight years and was unable to enter the inner sect. He taught me how to slay demons and evil spirits and passed on the second-level demon-slaying sword to him.

All kinds of low-level talismans and magic weapons were given to him before he left.

I was afraid that he would be harmed by evil spirits.

He was so lucky that he met two such friends in the world when he was less than 20 years old. As long as he did what he said, he could regain his masculinity and no longer become neither male nor female like he is now.

At this moment, Wang Er, the rat who had been lying motionless in his arms for a long time, suddenly twisted his body. Du Fang asked softly in his heart, "Will you let me try it too?"

Wang Er didn't say anything, but still twisted his body.

Du Fang turned around and looked at Bai Zhi. Her brows were furrowed, and Du Fang's heart had become fanatical at this moment.

Yes, the chance of success is right before his eyes. He will find his original self again and no longer look like this weird, androgynous person.

Du Fang's hands were shaking, and he couldn't press down for a long time. Even his body seemed out of control, as if the fairy flower spirit in his mind didn't want him to do this.

He gritted his teeth and tried hard to reach forward, but his body seemed to be out of control, his legs kept rubbing backwards, and at the same time, his brain almost exploded, as if it was torn apart in an instant.

The immortal spirit in her soul couldn't sit still either. It seemed that this method was indeed effective and could suppress her corruption and possession of other bodies.

Du Fang was struggling in pain in his mind, his whole body shaking like a sieve.

In Yu Qinghan's eyes, Du Fang looked like he was afraid of bringing trouble to himself and was reluctant to press the button. If the person who managed Grandma Yin was not his cousin and was on good terms with him, and only came to tell him, he would not have come so late.

After much difficulty in stealing his father's coat of arms, he was able to enter the abode of the Fan Ancestor. However, at the most critical moment, Du Fang began to hesitate. If he continued to delay like this, he would be discovered by his father and would inevitably be severely punished.

Yu Qinghan had seen this kind of ritual before. Three members of the clan had their bodies possessed while they were away. The uncle used this method to drive out the souls that occupied their brains, and it did not cause any harm to Shan Zu.

Seeing Du Fang retreating continuously, Yu Qinghan could no longer sit still. He stepped forward, grabbed Du Fang's body and pressed him onto the Lingguang Stone.

Du Fang suddenly felt his body being pinched by a steady and powerful big hand. His body flew backwards and his hands pressed on the purple stone.

There was no reaction when he pressed his hands on it. Just when Du Fang was slightly surprised, Yu Qinghan placed his eyebrows against the third purple stone on the top.

Suddenly, in the three purple spiritual stones, the shadows of three old men who had closed their eyes and had kind brows opened their eyes at the same time.

The three purple stones were immediately infused with Du Fang's blood and energy, completely turning into bright blood red.

The old man's originally kind face suddenly became full of pain. His face was distorted and he shook his head on the stone. His old wrinkles gradually cracked open, and blood flowed out of all his seven orifices.

Looking at such a strange scene in front of me:

"How could this happen? It wasn't like this before. It shouldn't be like this. This is definitely not the case!"

Yu Qinghan was stunned for a moment. Faced with the sudden change, his face was dull and he muttered through gritted teeth.

In every previous soul-eliminating ritual, the three old ancestors would smile with kind faces and emit a golden light from their brows, which would penetrate into the brows of the person whose body was possessed and force the evil spirit out of their mind.

That golden light is the divine power of the founder of the Iron Fan Sect, and it has always been effective.

But at this moment, the three golden lights were completely wrapped in blood, like frightened sparrows, constantly running around rapidly in the spirit stone.

And the more terrifying scene is:

The three spiritual stones turned completely blood red, and countless blood and energy surged out from Du Fang's plump body and were drawn in.

The faces of the three old men were distorted, ugly, swollen and extremely ugly.

In less than a moment, Du Fang's entire body seemed to have been sucked dry, as thin as a piece of paper, sticking to his bones. His eyebrows and hands were the grayish-white color of a dead person.

Seeing Du Fang about to die, Yu Qinghan felt heartbroken. He had good intentions to help his friend, but he didn't expect that something unexpected would happen and he would also lose his friend's life.

His hands couldn't help but tremble as he tried to peel off the thin skin.

However, a powerful wave shook him away. There was an extremely strong force there, which completely isolated outsiders.

Looking at Du Fang, who had turned into a pale, dry skin, two lines of hot tears suddenly flowed from Yu Qinghan's eyes. His friend's body had been completely sucked dry by the spiritual light stone in an instant:

Yu Qinghan's body softened, and he suddenly fell to his knees. His voice was choked with sobs: "I'm... I'm sorry, Brother Du Fang... I didn't... I didn't know... it would be like this. If I had known... I wouldn't have brought you here. This is not healing you, but killing you..."

Bai Zhi suddenly came over, helped him up, and said softly: "It may not be his life that was killed, but perhaps it was your ancestor's life that was killed..."

"What do you mean?" He looked up in surprise, not understanding what she meant.

He looked at Du Fang.

At this moment, the horrific scene began to change again.

Bright red blood, like wisps of golden light, flowed back into Du Fang's brow. His entire paper-thin body, like a balloon gradually inflated, became soft and lustrous again.

My whole body seemed to be flying.

The three spiritual stones separated from Shan Zu's bones and stuck to Du Fang's palms and eyebrows. The purple light gradually dimmed and turned into a dead gray.

At this moment, suddenly, the dull spiritual light stone exploded into powder and scattered in the air.

An even more moving scene was that without the support of the three spiritual stones, the huge fan ancestor's skeleton began to collapse and shatter. The originally lustrous bones turned into a dead gray and turned into powder, falling heavily to the ground, raising countless dust.

Yu Qinghan simply couldn't believe what he saw. He fell to his knees and screamed:

"Fan Ancestor..."

However, nothing changed because of his sadness.

The Iron Fan Gate's seven-hundred-year-old fan ancestor had now turned into a pile of gray powder, scattered on the ground in an ancient and dull manner.

Yu Qinghan's entire body began to feel numb, his eyes were dull, and he collapsed to the ground powerlessly, mumbling continuously:

"It's all fake, all illusions. Shan Zu is so powerful, how could he die... It must be fake, just get some sleep and it will be fine..."

He closed his eyes gently.