Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 340 Melted Ancient Corpse

Mo Qingfeng put his hands behind his back, looked up at Jingshen Peak in the distance, and sighed softly:

"You actually broke through the restrictions of the Bone City, you are quite capable!"

He sighed for a reason. Ever since the Heretic God tore apart the Netherworld Scroll fifteen years ago, all the Nine Realms Supreme Beings from the three clans of Jinghai who had been stained with the divine blood had vanished without a trace. The remaining old and young, unwilling to leave their homeland, built a city on the edge of this nearly dried-up Jinghai, halfway up a mountain.

It is called the City of Bones.

During those years, monsters and ghosts often came out of the city to devour people.

Mo Qingfeng used the Taixuan Sutra of his sect as a guide, drew fifteen sword energies, and set up a sword formation restriction to prevent these monsters and ghosts from coming out to kill people.

Unexpectedly, more than ten years later, the powerful monsters in the White Bone City actually broke through the restrictions of his sword formation.

At this moment, Mo Qingfeng couldn't help but take another look at the charming woman in front of him.

The woman chuckled:

"This is all thanks to Big Sister. I am a humble girl with limited skills, how could I possibly break the Taixuan Sword Sect's supreme formation?"

"I'm old after all!" Mo Qingfeng shook his head and sighed, then looked up, his eyes gleaming as he stared at the enchanting woman in front of him like a knife:

"You three sisters have been staying in the pavilion for fifteen years without coming out. Why do you want to come out at this critical moment?"

The woman smiled, a very charming smile, and her two slender, snow-white legs appeared from under the hem of her skirt. She seemed to want to show off her grace and stood with her feet turned outward on purpose. It was a posture that could allure men's blood. Any ordinary man would have his blood boiling and his nose bleeding when he saw this scene.

But the man standing in front of her didn't seem to be paying any attention to her gorgeous and unparalleled beauty.

The woman looked at him and sighed dejectedly:

"My elder sister asked me to bring you a gift. You will understand when you see it!"

She casually took out a box, opened it, turned it over, and something fell out.

With a 'pa' sound, it fell to the ground.

Mo Qingfeng's pupils suddenly dilated:

On the grass in front of me was a hairy, translucent white corpse.

The corpse was pure white and flawless, and its pale skin seemed to be covered with a layer of waxy substance. It was actually the corpse on the Yin Corpse Plain.

This corpse, which had not decayed for thousands of years, now slowly began to melt. The corpse wax on his body seemed unable to withstand the heat in the air, and it seemed as if it had escaped the unique yin energy of the plain.

Soon it became limp like meat paste, and gradually melted into a pool of light blood, leaving only a white jade belt.

As the corpse melted, the cold air above it dissipated and enveloped it in a white mist.

Mo Qingfeng's expression became a little serious, and he asked softly:

"This is a corpse from the core area of ​​the Yin Corpse Plain. Ancient ancestors of the Dreamweaver Clan, how did you get into that forbidden area? And how did you bring it out?"

In the distance from Mount Buzhou, there is a plain of corpses, which is a forbidden area that is difficult for cultivators to reach. The evil spirits accumulated there for thousands of years make it difficult for even the cultivators at the peak of the ninth level to enter. Anyone who enters will be frozen into ice powder and fall to the ground.

He was greatly confused by the fact that this mysterious woman could actually get in unscathed and take out the things inside.

"This is my eldest sister's magical power. I don't have such ability. She just arranged for me to bring it to you and give you a few words by the way!"

"What?"

"The immortal will be born within these three days!"

These words were like a stone thrown into a calm lake.

Mo Qingfeng's expression finally changed.

But he pretended to be calm and forced a smile, saying, "Only a little over ten years ago did a black spirit appear. How long has it been since then? How could there be a fairy spirit appearing? You know, a fairy spirit is a rare flower in the world, and it only appears once every three hundred years..."

Before he could continue, the woman suddenly interrupted him coldly:

"Don't try to fool me here. Everyone knows that in her previous life, her immortal spirit was taken away by the White Desolate Lord of the Longyuan Sword Sect, enabling her to reach the pinnacle of the Ninth Realm... Now the Longyuan Sword Sect has swallowed up all the sects and ruled over the five continents of the Southern Region. It has no fewer than hundreds of thousands of sword cultivators under its wing. Of the nine great sword sects, only your three upper sects remain, living in a small cave north of the Sea of ​​Realm..."

The woman swallowed her saliva, her eyes filled with greed and envy:

"The Longyuan Sword Sect, once a lowly sect that was wiped out, rose to prominence overnight. In less than a decade, it had almost completely conquered the entire southern region of the Sea of ​​​​Realm and controlled most of the Nine Continents. Countless sword masters joined its ranks. Over the years, it has been extremely powerful. Lord Baihuang possessed earth-shattering magical powers, almost becoming the number one figure in Shenzhou. This was all thanks to this immortal spirit..."

Mo Qingfeng frowned when he heard this and suddenly interrupted her:

"So what exactly do you want to do in my thatched cottage?"

The woman smiled charmingly again:

"My eldest sister heard that Lord Baihuang obtained his immortal body from a Taoist named Du Fang. And that Taoist, thanks to the luck of the spirit of destiny, did not die in the battle fifteen years ago, but is hiding in this thatched cottage!"

As she spoke, she pointed with her slender jade finger towards the three dilapidated huts.

Mo Qingfeng smiled, a very free and easy smile.

"So you've set your sights on my brother Du Fang. It's a pity you're a step too late..."

"how?"

"He disappeared three years ago and there has been no news since then. I'm going to ask you to find him!"

"Bullshit! Someone clearly saw that Rat Taoist lurking around here. Do you really think that the three of us sisters didn't have confidence and waited until now to show up?"

Mo Qingfeng laughed again: "It turns out that my small restriction is not enough to trap great monsters like you. As soon as my brother makes a move, you break through the restriction and leave the city. You even go to the forbidden area to bring me this corpse. Are you protesting against me? Or threatening me?"

"That depends on what you mean!"

The woman smiled charmingly, "Although your Taixuan Sword Sect is powerful and all of its members are experts who have reached the pinnacle of despair, there are only three of them. Your eldest brother is guarding Jubei Town and cannot escape. Your second sister has been insane for a long time and has not been seen for decades. You are the only one guarding Buzhou Mountain here!"

"You guys investigated it thoroughly!"

The smile on Mo Qingfeng's face gradually disappeared. Things were much more difficult than he thought.

The appearance of the immortal and the disclosure of Du Fang's whereabouts were all beyond his expectations.

He couldn't help but glance at the distant Jingshen Peak. Beneath the boundless white fog, there was a faint dark yellow aura.

Light but not dispersing, it enveloped the white mist.

For more than ten years, he never left the place, and it took him almost ten years of hard work and his extraordinary cultivation to finally weave this ray of mysterious yellow energy.

In recent years, as Jingshen Peak continued to grow, the white mist began to surge more and more violently, as if it could not contain the primordial power trapped within it.

He knew in his heart that he did not have the cultivation and Taoism that the former Human Emperor had, which was comparable to that of the immortals.