Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 344 Qing Ling and the Lustful Demon

"You...you are not in the way, are you?" Sister Gongsun hurriedly supported her body.

Yuan Ying gently pushed him away: "From now on, you must be careful of this person. If it weren't for the bone dragon helping me to withstand that sword intent, I would have turned into ash by now!"

"Is that sword of his really that terrifying?"

Sister Gongsun exclaimed.

"It's just that terrifying. He didn't even unleash 50% of the sword power in that sword strike just now!"

Yuan Ying's eyes were filled with horror. "This person...maybe he'll be able to reach the pinnacle of the Immortal Realm in the future. He's too strong. When I cultivated the White Bone Sword Intent, I was blessed by the blood of a True God. I knew I was no less powerful than anyone in Jiuzhou, until...

A hint of gloom flashed in Sister Gongsun's eyes: "Until three months ago, the ninth-level venerable of the demon race, Zulong, was killed instantly by Bai Zhi!"

"Yes!" Yuan Ying sighed deeply. "I now know that there are always people better than you in this world, and there are always higher powers than you. Even if the Emperor of Heaven blocks all cultivators' paths to heaven, there will always be outstanding people who achieve enlightenment in a different way. Bai Zhi, I'm not as good as her!"

"Now there's another Mo Qingfeng!" Sister Gongsun's expression became solemn.

"This person should also be close to reaching the ultimate realm of strength. The Human Emperor back then made a leap to the ultimate realm, becoming a true master of heaven and earth, ascending to the sky and slashing through the immortal realm!"

Yuan Ying smiled bitterly and said, "Absolutely. Just now, when I was fighting him with swords, the terrifying pressure he felt was something only the legendary Human Emperor could possess!"

"Moreover, he seems to be deliberately suppressing his own realm. I don't know what his purpose is, but I really can't see the future of Jiuzhou!"

Sister Gongsun gazed northward and said softly, "Even if we can't see the future here, even if this place will be destroyed in three years, it won't hinder us at all. Our hometown is in the world north of Jubei City. There, the spirits of our ancestors are waiting for us!"

"Yes, the rat skin is already in our hands. The most important thing now is to find the rat Taoist named Du Fang. He is the root of the immortal spirit. Finding him will not only find the immortal spirit of this life, but also the secret of refining. As long as our three tribes work together, we can create a powerful warrior who can leap to the extreme realm and slash the three tribes of Black Domain, Jinghai, etc. Otherwise, we can return to that withered homeland."

"We have to go!" Sister Gongsun bit her lip. "Although my second brother has taken the painting, he is injured. He won't be able to escape for long before Mo Qingfeng catches up!"

Yuan Ying propped herself up:

"Let's go, go back and immediately spread the scent on the rat skin. We must find the rat Taoist named Du Fang before the immortal spirit appears!"

"Also, this must be kept secret. The Eldar people must not know about it. The fewer people who know about it, the better."

"I see!"

The two disappeared at the end of the sky.

At this time, Mo Qingfeng in another direction was chasing Tu Luo relentlessly.

Tu Luo was slashed by a sword, and the wounds on his body kept splitting open, with drops of blood falling from the air, but his body did not slow down much.

The direction he was flying was the white fog on the top of Jingshen Peak, the forbidden area.

Seeing that Tu Luo's body was getting higher and higher, Mo Qingfeng increased his speed to the extreme. His body and sword light almost merged into one, and he directly swept across the bone plain.

It landed above Tu Luo and blocked his direction.

The silver-white sword in his hand slashed out, and Mo Qingfeng shouted sternly: "Stop!"

Tu Luo's body suddenly stopped, "You are indeed the great swordsman Mo, your swordsmanship is superb, we all underestimated you!" His smile was frivolous and wanton.

He unfolded the old painting in his hand to the wind and said with a smile:

"The last fairy spirit passed away over three hundred years ago. You must have kept this painting for at least three hundred years!"

"Stop talking nonsense, what I said before is still valid!" Mo Qingfeng said sternly. That was the only relic she left in this world, more precious than his life.

"The painting is my life. As long as it's there, I'm here. If it's damaged, I'm dead!" Tu Luo laughed heartily. "What a crazy tone! But when you killed my third sister, I had no intention of living alone. Do you think you can threaten me by taking my life?"

"You are delaying time!" Mo Qingfeng said calmly.

"Of course, the longer I stay here, the further my elder sister and Yuan Ying will go. With the noses of millions of low-level cultivators in our demon race, I'm afraid your brother Du Fang is in trouble."

Mo Qingfeng said calmly, "I keep my word. Put down the painting and I will ensure your safety for the rest of your life!"

"You can't protect me! Hehe, who do you think you are? I'm a dignified eighth-level cultivator of the demon race, do I need your pity? You don't know how grand and magnificent our ambitions are!"

Mo Qingfeng was too lazy to listen to his nonsense:

"Are you going to let it go or not?"

Tu Luo pointed at the woman in the painting and laughed loudly, "You probably don't know this, but I've lived for almost five hundred years. I know this woman, right?"

"This woman is Qing Ling, one of the three immortal spirits. She was possessed by a lustful demon from the moment she was born. Until she met you, you pulled the lustful demon out of her body. But you don't know what she did before that, right?"

Mo Qingfeng's originally calm expression suddenly turned into rapid breathing.

Tu Luo laughed crazily, "When I saw the most powerful swordsman of the Taixuan Sword Sect facing a woman like this all day long, and even hanging her up like an ancestor, do you know what I thought?"

"what do you think?"

Mo Qingfeng's teeth were chattering.

"The nine great divine continents, the strongest sect, the most outstanding successor among them, the immortal figure that countless female cultivators want to marry, the god-like figure worshipped by countless sword cultivators, the genius of swordsmanship, the former sword master of the Nine Prefectures, such a great figure,

But he married a wanton prostitute and brought her home, placing her on a deity throne and worshipping her like an ancestor!"

"shut up!"

Veins bulged on Mo Qingfeng's head, and he no longer had the image of a calm and composed master. He suddenly drew his sword, and the light on the iron sword kept trembling and flickering.

"Do you want to kill me? Come on, my neck is right here. Ever since you killed my third sister, I never intended to live alone!"

Tu Luo grinned grimly and lifted up the ancient painting.

"Isn't your sword very sharp? Why don't you stab me?"

Mo Qingfeng's wrist and body were all shaking with anger, but he couldn't thrust the sword forward.

"Let me explain for you. This goddess of yours once hooked up with the leader of the Guiyuan Sword Sect, the Grand Elder of the Myriad Flowers Valley, and even seduced a ninth-level divine cultivator from my demon clan. She even had an affair with me. Her prey ranged from women, men, the elderly, children, to ghosts and demons. As long as they were capable of intercourse, she had seduced them!"

Tu Luo's words became more and more frantic. "I know that I won't be able to kill you in this lifetime, even if it ends. But today, I want to destroy your heart. I want to place a thorn in your heart, a thorn that will last forever, so that you will suffer and feel uncomfortable whenever you think of it!"

"Are you finished?"