Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 131 Revenge

When Mo Ling's voice sounded in Du Fang's heart.

Master Qinghe, who was standing on the edge of the cliff, looked anxious and was pacing back and forth.

Qiu Wuxie calmly made a cup of tea.

Seeing his anxious look, he chuckled softly and said, "Master, you are too anxious. The immortal blood body needs at least seven days of Buddha refining before the immortal power can be forced out of the body..."

Master Qinghe suddenly stopped and asked in a deep voice, "Are you sure that the nine-story Buddhist pavilion can suck his blood and energy dry and destroy his soul?"

"Of course, the top of the ninth floor is guarded by a seventh-order Dao treasure bottle. The evil power of the immortal spirit will definitely be collected in the bottle. Master, don't worry. This is a seventh-order underworld artifact. The immortal spirit's blood and energy have long been sucked away by the monks' Dharma bodies in the Buddhist Pavilion. In the three-inch world, he can't use the power of the immortal spirit. What's more, I have put two locks on him with elixirs!"

"Serve the master some tea, and let's celebrate properly."

Qiu Wuxie said loudly.

Master Qinghe suddenly stopped by shaking his hand:

"Need not!"

Qiu Wuxie smiled casually and said:

"So many top cultivators in the world have spent their entire lives trying to obtain immortal spiritual power, but you and I, two brothers, have managed to get it. Shouldn't we celebrate with a toast?"

"I won't drink it. I'm afraid there are pills in your wine!" Master Qinghe said calmly.

Qiu Wuxie's expression changed, but he regained his composure and forced a smile.

"Master, you're such a joke. I respect your wishes and have been waiting here for the immortal body to arrive while I set up the Three-inch World. Now that things are almost done, how come you even doubt our brotherhood?"

"I am upset, please don't be offended, dear brother!"

Master Qinghe realized that he had lost his composure and spoke gently.

Qiu Wuxie smiled and said, "Master, do your words count?"

"What?"

Hearing this, Qiu Wuxie's expression suddenly changed. "That day when you wrote me a letter, you said that we would share the immortal power in half. You haven't forgotten that, have you?"

"Of course I haven't forgotten. As long as I can really strip away the power of the fairy spirit, I promise to keep my word!"

"That's good!" A smile appeared on his face again.

Master Qinghe was still walking back and forth.

"Why don't you come out?"

A bone-chilling voice suddenly reached their ears:

"Master, I personally brought you the immortal power you requested!"

Master Qinghe looked in astonishment and saw a young man with thick eyebrows, long eyes and a face full of stubble slowly floating out from the blue water.

In his hand was a blood-red sword.

When Master Qinghe saw this, he immediately stepped back in shock, his face filled with astonishment.

"How come you're not dead?"

Du Fang smiled femininely, "I'm sorry to disappoint you, Master! This is the immortal power you want!" He slashed down with the blood-red sword in his hand.

Master Qinghe was caught off guard and his only arm was cut off and fell to the ground.

He roared in pain, and a golden light appeared between his eyebrows.

That was the Buddha's relic. The old monk's body quickly grew larger, and a ten-thousand-foot-tall golden body of Dharmakirti began to appear. However, the Buddha's face was filled with anger. Looking at Qiu Wuxie's trembling and frightened face, he was furious:

"You useless bastard, didn't you promise to wipe out his soul? Why did you let him out?"

Just as Qiu Wuxie was about to explain himself, a beam of golden light pierced down.

His entire body melted into golden paint, flowing onto the ground. Seeing that things were not going well, Boss Gao and his group turned around and fled at high speed.

As soon as a few white lights were raised, Master Qinghe's Dharma image directly exploded them one by one into blood mist and disappeared into the air.

Du Fang sneered:

"As a Buddhist, Master's greed and murderous tendencies are no less than those of ordinary people!"

Master Qinghe suddenly said:

"I'm doing this for your own good!"

"Oh, tell me?"

"You were tortured by the demonic power of the immortal spirit. I peeled her out and placed her in my body to help you endure this suffering. Isn't this the heart of Buddhism?"

At this time, Master Qinghe lowered his eyes and brows, with a solemn and dignified appearance, and continued:

"I don't want to hurt you, I just want to help you get rid of it!"

Du Fang smiled: "A monk's words are deceiving. I thought you were kind and compassionate. I never thought you would set up such a big plan just to get the immortal power from me!"

"My compassionate heart is meant to save you!"

Du Fang suddenly laughed sinisterly and said:

"Do you want this power? Come on, kill me, and this body will be yours!"

That's all I have to say.

The truth can only be seen with your own hands.

Master Qinghe had seen the magical power of the immortals, so he did not dare to be careless at all. He released his golden Buddha light to the extreme.

It completely enveloped the entire village.

Du Fang released his immortal blood, and the blood energy between his eyebrows shot straight into the sky from the golden light.

Then, using his finger as a sword, he thrust the sharp blade directly into the Buddha's brow. He was so kindhearted, yet he was deceived and fell into the pain of being stabbed by thousands of knives.

What’s even more painful is the heart.

The old monk's actions made him no longer trust the people in this world.

The human heart can be so ugly.

The joy of revenge continued to pierce the Buddha's golden body.

In the face of the true power of immortals, the Seventh Realm Buddha Body of the old monk Qinghe, who had already been seriously injured, had no ability to resist at all.

Du Fang turned his body into a human pig.

His limbs were cut off and his sea of ​​consciousness was destroyed.

From then on, Master Qinghe became a complete useless person.

A huge feeling of resentment and indignation made Qinghe suddenly lie on the ground and roar wildly:

"why why!"

"Why? Are you unwilling to die? I'm here to see you off!"

Master Qinghe was lying on the ground, gasping for breath. He had spent his entire life, and in his old age, he had only reached the seventh level of cultivation. But even at the peak of the seventh level, he could not defeat the magic sword "Blood Rainbow" in Baizhi's hand.

He stared at Du Fang with a vicious look, biting his lips until they bled:

"Why do you all get great opportunities, while I have to practice so hard? Why are there so many divine weapons and sharp blades in the world, but I can't find one? Why do you have the support of a large sect and countless resources and skills behind you, while I have to search so hard? You are so young, but you can surpass people like us who have practiced hard for a lifetime!"

"I won't accept this. Why? Why is the heaven so unfair?"

Du Fang was silent. He had no way to answer this question.

But is this kind of immortal power really what he wants? He doesn't want it. He just wants to return to the days before Lingxiao Mountain, go down the mountain to kill monsters, return to the mountain and look at his senior sister from afar. Those days were free of worries and disputes. Ever since he had this power,

The headmaster was killed by his own hands, and the person he loved most also died by his own sword.

He was left alone to live in this world without relatives or friends and without hope.

Who can understand that kind of loneliness?

A feeling of deep sorrow enveloped him.

Yes, compared to his cultivation level, Bai Zhi, the Lord of the Longyuan Sword Sect, is even more gifted.

In the path of cultivation, countless young heroes have died on the road. Lingxiao's 3,600 disciples, elders and masters have never broken through the sixth realm in their entire lives.

He sacrificed his young life for this immortal body. He cannot die. As a disciple of Lingxiao, he has a mission to revive Lingxiao.

Du Fang looked up for a long time before whispering:

"This is the way of heaven. Heaven and earth are unkind and treat all things as crepe dogs!"

He spoke in a low voice, a phrase that Uncle Xuanzhen had often said.

Master Qinghe's eyes widened as he looked up at the blue sky and white clouds and shouted loudly:

"Heaven's Way, Heaven's Way, I don't believe in evil, I will defy Heaven and change my fate!"

His voice suddenly stopped and his body began to stiffen.

But his eyes were still wide open, like a dying bull.

Above the idyllic village.

Light rain began to fall, and Master Qinghe's entire body began to transform into Tao.

When the body dies, the Tao disappears and returns to heaven.

The seventh-level divine cultivator finally fell.

The old monk died, but Du Fang did not feel any pleasure of revenge.

He silently swung his sword, shattering the sinful dragon blood glass world.

Although this village is beautiful, all the farmers have long been taken into the three-inch world by Qiu Wuxie, becoming wandering ghosts who cannot be reincarnated.

With a soft sigh, Du Fang turned around.

Heading towards Longyuan Sacred Mountain.