Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 330: Glazed Dream

The timeline goes back to the past.

When Du Fang was brought to the stage by the woman and pressed into the bronze tripod, Bai Zhi had not made a sound. Du Fang's body was placed into the bronze tripod by the mysterious scholar, and he felt a hint of coolness on his skin.

But in his mind, he knew that it was the disgusting pus of the flesh and blood giant.

These liquids flowed into his body through his seven orifices, and his blood began to flow freely in his body. His whole body felt like it was burning with fire, and the intense pain made him faint completely.

Pus sank to the bottom and covered his face.

At that moment, all the severe pain disappeared, and the pus seemed like a soft cloud, or like the warm embrace of my mother when I was a child.

Du Fang was addicted to the feeling of Winnie and couldn't extricate himself.

Then a distant voice called in his ear:

"Fang'er, Fang'er, are you here?"

Du Fang suddenly woke up.

However, the flesh and blood giant was gone, the wooden house was gone, even the mysterious scholar and the pot of pus were gone.

Before his eyes was a bright street.

The streets were clean, but shrouded in a layer of faint lavender mist.

In the mist, a memorial archway stands in the middle.

——Dujiakanzi

He suddenly felt confused. Where was this? Was this his hometown?

Du Fang walked over in a daze. When his body stood in the mist, the archway suddenly disappeared.

He seemed to have returned to the burial place of the ancient god, the town of Zangyun.

He stood in the town. The streets were clean, and there was not a speck of dust on the stone slabs.

The fog was still spreading in the distance, and then Du Fang suddenly discovered a horrifying fact: he had returned to his childhood.

It's not just his figure, but also his appearance and even his clothes. Even the pair of cloth shoes that were once patched up looked so dazzling and familiar on her young feet.

At this moment, Du Fang was completely confused.

Is this really an illusion, or reality?

Was he seven years old again? Those ten years of hardship seemed like a dream. His father had not been transformed into a human head jar by the evil sect, and he had not entered the spiritual world.

Just when Du Fang was panicking and confused, a woman in light yellow clothes walked out of the fog.

There was a trace of sadness on her face, her brows were furrowed, and she looked down at Du Fang:

"Are you the spirit of luck in this life?"

"Who are you? Why haven't I seen you before? Where is this?"

Du Fang asked two questions in succession.

"This is Liuli Dreamland. My last name is Ye, Ye Liushuang, and I'm the granddaughter of the head of the Ye family here!"

"Come with me!"

Her tone was firm and tolerant of no argument. Then her slender body walked into the mist. Du Fang immediately followed her because he heard her name - Ye Liushuang.

This is the name of the God-Slaying Ghost Emperor.

No one would know her name except those who entered this God Burying Town.

If he wanted to break this illusion, he had no choice but to follow her in.

The fog has cleared.

Du Fang was suddenly stunned: in the distance was a group of gilded attics with flying eaves, stacked one on top of the other, stretching for almost a hundred miles. In the middle was a sacrificial altar.

A naked, dazzlingly beautiful woman was hung upside down on a wooden frame. This wasn't surprising, but what was strange was that beneath the frame sat a group of cultivators dressed in Taoist attire.

Next to these cultivators are piles of firewood.

wrong!

They should be pieces of human bones, crystal clear and shining with a jade-like luster. At first glance, they are the Dharma bodies of successful spiritual practitioners.

"What is this going to do?"

"Burning bones!"

Ye Liushuang said softly.

Then, a scholar walked down from the wooden rack. The scholar looked very thin, but Du Fang was suddenly stunned. He had seen that scholar before.

Before, on the stage, in the wooden house, he threw himself and the woman into the pot.

"This scholar..." Du Fang bit his lip.

"He is my protector. What you see before your eyes is my incarnation!"

As Ye Liushuang finished speaking, the scholar walked down from the spiritual platform, and a faint green flame appeared at his fingertips. The flame ignited the bones and also ignited the bodies of the cultivators in that circle.

The flesh and blood began to sizzle.

These people had expressions of pain on their faces, but their bodies did not move.

"This……"

"This is the Penglai Immortal Pavilion, the one that refined the Burning Bone Body. The sixty-four warriors who sacrificed their lives were all powerful warriors of the ninth realm of the Penglai Immortal Pavilion!"

Du Fang took a breath of cold air.

There are sixty-four ninth-level powerhouses, and the entire nine divine continents cannot gather that many. Just to refine a corpse, Penglai Fairy Pavilion has such great ability.

The green flames produced a thick, extremely dark black fog.

The black mist condensed into a ball, completely enveloping the upside-down naked woman.

"Then... the hanging woman can't be you!"

"It's me..." Ye Liushuang said softly, "The daughter of Penglai Immortal Pavilion failed to ascend to heaven, her consciousness was destroyed, and the protector found me..."

As the bodies of the sixty-four ninth-level powerful men turned into ashes.

The black mist completely condensed into a ball of liquid.

Then, a thrilling and strange scene began to happen:

The flesh on the beautiful, flawless female body began to dissolve, and in the blink of an eye, it became a white human skull skeleton.

The scholar waved his hand, and the black liquid gradually invaded the white bones.

Completely dye the bones black.

Then the scholar took out a golden knife.

Du Fang's body suddenly froze, and he immediately thought of Long Xiang, a dragon from the Tianlong clan. He had also done the same thing to his father's corpse.

Could this strange and evil technique have been passed down from before the ancient times?

"Don't be nervous!" Ye Liushuang held him down gently with her hand.

Someone brought a beautiful dish.

On the plate was a fluorescent Three Realms Plate. The scholar used a golden knife to cut open the skeleton and put the Three Realms Plate inside.

Then he took out a porcelain bottle.

Gently pour it into the Three Realms Card.

The liquid had a jade-like color, with faint traces of dark red blood.

"This is the spiritual bone jade marrow!" A light flashed in Du Fang's mind, and he suddenly understood immediately.

"Yes, they peeled off my bones, extracted my marrow, and placed it in the skeleton inside this fairy pavilion!" Ye Liushuang's voice was very flat.

"Did they... skin you alive?"

"Yes!" Ye Liushuang's voice was still calm.

"No wonder, no wonder!"

"No wonder!"

"No wonder Miss Bai said that your successor must go through three levels of hardship before he can inherit your true divine power."

"She thinks too much!" Ye Liushuang said softly.

"Miss Ye...just now..."

"Everything she said is true. What you heard from her in the Cauldron of Creation is basically true!"

Ye Liushuang seemed to be able to see through his consciousness.

"That cauldron is the Cauldron of Creation, the protective device of my guardian, and the divine object that nurtured my second life."

"I actually want to ask, what about the Human Emperor she mentioned... and their Azure Emperor..."

"That's true, I was the one who sent them to the Ascension Platform and fed them the Heavenly Emperor's bloodline divine fetus, but Bai Zhi was wrong about one thing!"

"What's wrong?" Du Fang was stunned.