Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 397 The Evil Witch Spirit

The black and purple miasma was like countless invisible insects with sharp fangs in the fog, and their sharp teeth were gnawing at his sword light. The sword light disappeared, and the floating island healed again and stuck together.

It was as if the sword had never appeared.

Lu Wushuang took a deep breath and raised the golden holy sword in his hand.

He felt that the spiritual energy on the sword was slowly disappearing. Then, the holy sword in Lu Wushuang's hand was covered with countless deep pits. Then, with a "snap", it broke into several pieces.

Looking at the bizarre scene in front of him, Lu Wushuang was completely stunned.

What kind of witchcraft is this?

But the dozen or so disciples who rushed into the miasma with him were not as lucky as him. Before the sword light dissipated, they suddenly screamed at the same time, dropped the hilts of their swords, and covered their eyes.

"Come back quickly!"

Ji Hongying blocked with his black staff, drawing an arc of light that stopped five or six disciples from entering the room. However, seven or eight were still swallowed by the black and purple miasma that rushed over.

The miasma transformed into giant insect mouths, which pounced on and bit the bodies of the Longyuan disciples madly.

Soon, the air was filled with the smell of blood.

Lu Wushuang stood there in a daze, not knowing what to do. He had never seen such a situation before. Suddenly, a white light flew out from behind him. It was the girl from Baihua Palace, one of the four great sword slaves, who threw the sword she had given him.

"Use my sword!"

Lu Wushuang took the sword and looked at Bai Zhi, not knowing what the Lord of the Wilderness meant.

Bai Zhi said calmly:

"And then on!"

"Leader!"

Lu Wushuang bit his lips tightly. This time, he had no way to retreat. His life or death depended entirely on the sword in his hand. When the two armies faced each other, he must not lose his momentum.

This time, Lu Wushuang directly sacrificed the newly melted Tianxin Seal.

The three hundred feet long sword light completely outshined the sunlight.

"Sacrifice the sword, Longyuan disciples, follow me to avenge our fellow disciples!"

Lu Wushuang's blood boiled as he stood at the end of the sword formation. The sword beams of sixty or seventy sword cultivators behind him merged into his main sword at the same time. This was the magic sword bestowed by Lord Baihuang.

Lu Wushuang was used to using his own golden holy sword. The sword he had spent countless efforts to rebuild could not withstand the attack of the miasma.

When the sword formation took shape, light rain suddenly began to fall from the sky.

Dark clouds flew in from all directions, and Taiwei Mountain fell into darkness again, which was far thicker than the previous darkness.

Even the pure white sword light was blocked.

In this pure darkness, Bai Zhi raised her white hand, and suddenly a dazzling white light appeared in her fair palm.

"Fairy!"

The Longyuan disciple suddenly began to tremble with excitement.

This black jade flower, rich as lacquer and light as orchid, suddenly bloomed in the rainy night. Its ninety-nine and eighty-one petals were shining with black spots, as if there was an inexplicable power in the pure white flower, which brought people endless confidence and made their blood boil.

Lu Wushuang was excited, waving his sword and shouting:

"kill!"

This time, it was a large-scale sword formation. Sixty or seventy elite members of Longyuan pointed their swords at the same time, and the sword formation moved forward, slashing towards the human skin floating island that suddenly appeared in front of them.

However, before the sword light arrived, nine floating islands suddenly flew over and stacked up together, and then the miasma was mixed together, and it turned into a sinister woman's face.

The ghost smiled at the people present.

This gaze made everyone feel cold in their hearts.

Lu Wushuang closed his eyes and slashed at the face with all his might. At the same time, the fairy spirit in Bai Zhi's hand flashed an extremely soft, pure white halo, wrapping around his sword.

With a "swish" sound, it was like a sharp knife cutting tofu.

A woman's shrill scream was heard in the sky, and the human face was instantly cut in half. Black blood leaked out from the gap in the face.

Scattered all over the sky.

Nine girls in palace makeup flew up at the same time and returned to the old woman. Each of them clearly saw a deep black and purple blood mark on their faces.

The face disappears.

The old woman's expression finally turned serious. She stared at Bai Zhi and hesitated for a long time before she said:

"Impossible, impossible. I am a god, a spirit created by the Emperor of Heaven. How could my extraordinary skills be shattered in the hands of a swordsman?"

"Of course it's impossible for a swordsman. It's the immortals who can break your evil magic!" Bai Zhi's voice was extremely calm.

The old woman said in confusion, "When has the immortal's murderous aura ever been able to harm me? This has never happened in ten thousand years!"

"There really hasn't been one in ten thousand years. The cultivation technique that the Human Emperor destroyed was originally of the lowest order. How could it possibly be able to deal with you? This is just a secret technique left by the ancient sages..."

"Impossible! The ancestral temples of the three religions have long been sealed. How could anyone possibly get in? Even if someone could get in, a human body nourished by spiritual energy would definitely not be able to survive in there!"

Bai Zhi said leisurely, "You've never been in there, so how can you be so sure that no one can take the things out? Have you forgotten the Taoist Minghe? Have you forgotten your deceased colleague?"

The old woman shook her head. "That's impossible! The ancestral temple of Buddhism has long been sealed by the Heavenly Emperor's seal. No one in the Nine Continents can break the Heavenly Emperor's seal. If there really was such a person, they would have already ascended to become an immortal and entered the upper realm!"

"Maybe you don't know yet!" Bai Zhi said with a smile.

"Three days ago, in the Sea of ​​Realm, the Taixuan Sword Sect's powerful Mo Qingfeng almost killed the Fire Spirit Saint with a pair of butterflies. You must know this!"

The old woman's face turned purple. It was obvious that she knew about this matter. The Fire Spirit Saint was almost killed by a mortal cultivator. This would have been a huge joke in the past, but it happened.

Bai Zhi smiled softly, "Since ancient times, the nine divine continents have been home to three ancestral temples of the three religions before the Great Desolation. After the Celestial Emperor ascended to heaven, in order to block the path to ascension for those who came after him, he severed the Bridge of Eternal Life and covered up these three ancestral temples with the Celestial Emperor's seal!"

"Am I right?" Bai Zhi looked at the old woman.

"You're right!"

"These three ancestral temples had indeed never been discovered by anyone until 1,400 years ago, when the Green Emperor of our clan appeared out of nowhere and discovered a Taoist ancestral temple beneath Longyuan City. Wielding immense magical power, she used the immortal artifact Mohen to break the Heavenly Emperor's seal and retrieved the contents. Afterwards, she used the Yellow Bird to suppress the evil spirit within for nearly 1,400 years!"

"It contains history from before the Great Desolation that you haven't covered up. Of course, it also contains techniques to slay these evil witch spirits like you!"

'Evil witch spirit!'

The old woman's body trembled noticeably. She tried to lower her voice: "Where did you hear the name 'Wu Ling'?"

"It's recorded in the books and silk in the ancestral temple!"