Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 209 Friends Killing Each Other

A purple iron fan spread out from Yu Qinghan's body. Behind him, like a peacock spreading its tail, more than a dozen rays of light completely covered his body.

"Although I am a sixth-level divine cultivator, I am like an ant in front of you, but the Iron Fan Sect has never fled when faced with an enemy. Every disciple of the Iron Fan Sect has sworn an oath before the Iron Fan Ancestor. Today, let me slay you, this evil demon!"

The majestic aura just emanated from Yu Qinghan's body,

Du Fang's body suddenly became as fast as lightning, and he pierced his body with a sword.

This sword was too fast and too sharp, almost two major realms away.

Yu Qinghan had no strength to fight at all. He gritted his teeth, clamped the sword blade with his ribs, and swung the iron fan in his hand with force, trying to leave a mark on Du Fang's neck.

Du Fang drew his sword and waved his hand.

After just a blink of an eye, Yu Qinghan roared in pain and fell to the ground. Du Fang was about to go up to him when he killed him with a sword.

at this time--

Bai Zhi, dressed in purple, suddenly walked out of the side room.

When Du Fang looked at her, he was suddenly stunned.

——Li Qingshuang, the lover he had longed for in his dreams and longed for, suddenly appeared before his eyes after being imprisoned for countless years.

At that moment, all the memories came to mind. Du Fang's body turned cold, the blood in his eyes faded, and his whole body was like a deflated ball.

All the memories that had been swallowed up reappeared in his mind at this moment.

He remembered Lingxiao Mountain, Li Qingshuang, and Uncle Xuanzhen. He also remembered Baizhi of Longyuan, and how Lingxiao was exterminated by her faction. He also remembered himself entering Jianmen and the Tomb of the Human Emperor.

He remembered Xingluo City, the young man in white who stood in front of him, and he also remembered that he had turned into a blood demon and could not control his immortal magic power. He had sucked the lives of the people in the city, hundreds of thousands of lives, into the immortal platform to feed the black spirit in the divine statue.

What a tragic scene it was.

He remembered Longqi City. In order to seek revenge, he wiped out the Longyuan Sword Sect and turned Baizhi into a cripple.

Senior Sister Qingshuang, who had died long ago, now appeared in front of him in purple clothes.

Bai Zhi did not lie to him:

'I will give you the result you deserve!'

'You will see a brand new senior sister!'

When he saw the broken arm on the ground, Yu Qinghan's bloody body, and heard the hatred in his mouth, Du Fang suddenly fell into endless guilt and pain.

The warmth and comfort he felt from this only friend who cared about him turned into wind that could never be retrieved after he transformed into a fairy.

He stabbed his friend and cut off his arm.

Du Fang suddenly knelt on the ground, pressing Yu Qinghan's wound repeatedly, muttering, "Use my blood, hurry up...if you're slow, you'll become like them, covered in corpse spots!"

He knew that his own immortal power meant that if the wounds he inflicted were not treated promptly, they would be covered with corpse spots, turn into a ball, and be sucked into the immortal spirit.

Yu Qinghan held the broken arm with his left hand and suddenly kicked him away:

"Get lost! I don't want you to save me!"

Du Fang suddenly became dazed. He had lost his best friend in the world. Du Fang knelt on the ground, weak and helpless, wailing in pain:

"I...I didn't mean to...I couldn't control myself..."

Bai Zhi approached silently and opened a porcelain bottle, and white powder stuck to the wound. She was so careful and considerate.

He whispered:

"That's what happens when immortals are possessed by demons. Du Fang... He didn't mean to kill these people, nor did he mean to kill you..."

"I regret listening to you. If I had been in that inn, I would have killed him with a sword while he was dying..." Yu Qinghan's face was full of hatred as he stared at Du Fang:

"There will be no more calamities caused by immortals in this world. I... I am the great sinner who released the demon with my own hands!"

Yu Qinghan put away the fan and said to Du Fang:

"You'd better take care of yourself. From today on, you and I are sworn enemies. Among the sects and sword schools that are out to suppress the immortals, there must be a place for our Iron Fan Sect!"

He turned around and looked at Bai Zhi, his face suddenly filled with surprise:

"Miss Bai...your face..."

Bai Zhi forced a smile and said, "I am her senior sister, Li Qingshuang, not Bai Zhi. The former Lord Baihuang is long dead!"

Yu Qinghan nodded, without saying another word, and suddenly flew into the air, riding the purple fan away.

He was stabbed by a fairy and lost an arm, but his heart was extremely hard.

At this time, Du Fang just sat there blankly, his heart filled with guilt and pain. How could a person like him have the face to live in this world? Wherever he went, there was disaster.

Ever since the Immortal Spirit left the Sword Gate——

Lingxiao was destroyed, his disciples were devoured by him, and the entire population of Xingluo City died in his hands and turned into spiritual energy of heaven and earth. The innocent people of Longyuan Sword Sect and the current fifty-three lives were also lost.

Best friends turned against each other and left with a disabled body.

He lowered his head. He was a butcher, a spirit of slaughter, with his hands stained with the blood of hundreds of thousands of lives. This was completely contrary to his original intention of ascending to Lingxiao and embarking on the path of cultivation.

At this moment, I had already become an uncontrollable murderer.

Endless pain overwhelmed Du Fang.

Du Fang slowly stretched out his hand and placed the sword on his neck.

Only by committing suicide can he save the lives of thousands of human beings and not bring disaster to the human race. He himself is a fully formed demon spirit.

Apart from killing and devouring, it is of no use at all.

His true heart has been completely taken over by Mo Ling, and the results that everyone had worried about have now come true.

Just as Du Fang was about to commit suicide by slashing her neck with a sword, a gentle hand suddenly grasped the sword. It was her senior sister, Li Qingshuang.

Tears suddenly fell from Du Fang's eyes, and he choked and said in a low voice:

"I'm sorry, I failed you!"

The two words "you" represent Li Qingshuang, Uncle-Master Xuanzhen, Sect Master Xuanji, and countless white-robed disciples who are looking forward to him and hoping that he will glorify Lingxiao.

Bai Zhi sat down, gently took the sword, put it down, and said softly:

"I don't blame you. This is fate. You can't force it..."

The two of them didn't speak for a long time.

Bai Zhi raised her head and sighed softly, "The moon is so round today!"

"Junior Brother Du Fang, why don't you speak?"

Du Fang looked bewildered and raised his head: "Are you really my senior sister, Qingshuang?"

"Not entirely!" Bai Zhi smiled and shook her head gently.

"I told you back at the inn that this is an incomplete senior sister. Although Lord Baihuang's soul was plucked out by the Soul-Stirring Old Man, she has been fused with me for too long. Look at my face. Doesn't it resemble Lord Baihuang's features a bit?"

Du Fang looked at it with tears in her eyes. The face was indeed very similar to Li Qingshuang, but in the details, there was indeed a bit of Bai Zhi's face and even the body, as if it was a fusion of two people.

"What should I do, Senior Sister?"