Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 257: Heart-Confusing Dust Locking Dragon Nail

Above the sky, a look of pain immediately appeared on the face of Su Shang, the Great Pillar State.

These seven nails turned from black to gold, constantly absorbing all the soul and spiritual energy of this world, gradually becoming golden and brilliant.

The strongest fighting force of the ghost clan, the peak strongman, known as the messenger of the evil god - Demon Slayer, when he saw the pain on the face of the Great Pillar State Su Shang, he immediately took out another piece of white paper, melted it with his hands, and sprinkled the white dust in every corner.

This piece of white paper looks so plain and elegant, so plain that almost everyone thinks it poses no threat.

There wasn't even a trace of spiritual energy fluctuation.

However, what surprised everyone was——

When the white paper was crumpled into dust and flew all over the sky with the black air, it entered the mouths of those cultivators who were concentrating on watching the battle. Suddenly,

A terrifying scene began to happen——

Everyone who ingested this dust suddenly began to melt and turned into blood balls. The blood balls began to gather together and formed a red ball several dozen feet in size, which slowly fell into the sea.

Bai Zhi's body began to tremble, her eyes were dull, her lips were turning purple, and she trembled as she uttered three words she had never seen before:

"Luan Xin Dust!"

"The ancient things really haven't disappeared, but have been hidden by these people and are not visible to the world!"

Bai Zhi kept muttering.

"What?"

She spoke unclearly and Du Fang was also confused.

"Dragon Locking Nail, Heart-Confusing Dust, these sinister items are specifically designed to refine the flesh of cultivators. They haven't appeared in the world for tens of thousands of years since the shattering of the Primordial World. I thought they had long since vanished with the death of the Ancient True God. I never expected, I really never thought, that the three clans of Jinghai had hidden away the most powerful magical instruments in the world!"

An even more surprising scene began to appear.

The blood ball merged into the sea surface, and the Blood Sea Styx Formation was completely activated.

The phantom of an ancient god began to appear, holding a giant axe that supported the sky in his hand, slashing at the waves. Three consecutive axe strikes, the blood sea killing formation carried a grand and vast pressure.

Three axe blades, each one stronger than the last.

He chopped towards the Taoist body of Su Shang, the Great Pillar State.

Two ninth-level powerful men of the ghost clan, and the blessing of a long-lost divine object.

Su Shang finally couldn't hold on any longer and his body began to shrink.

The most powerful force in the eyes of the human race——

The true Ninth Realm powerhouse, Great Pillar State Su Shang, was completely wrapped in this blood ball.

Demon Slayer smiled sinisterly, clasping his hands together, and the phantom of the ancient god followed his movements and forcibly pressed the blood ball into the sea of ​​blood.

Su Shang, the great pillar of the country who had displayed his divine power just now, was now like a weak baby, being forced into the water.

Even with his astonishing cultivation, he was suppressed by the power of the ancient gods and had no room to resist.

Everyone looked at this scene in disbelief:

I have no idea how many magical methods the three tribes of Jinghai have.

Is this the strength that has enabled the three clans of Jinghai to stay away from Jinghai and keep a low profile for thousands of years?

The moment he entered the water, Du Fang immediately felt a huge tension like a mountain pressing down on his head, which almost tore his body and soul apart.

This is the truly terrifying power of the gods, which is simply irresistible. The strongest monks in the three continents are almost like babies in front of this force and have no power to resist.

The sea of ​​blood calmed down again, all the bright red color dissipated, and the fog on the endless sea re-shrouded it.

The phantom of the ancient god disappeared, and the power of the great way that suppressed the earth also disappeared.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

But Su Shang’s shadow could no longer be seen.

All the human beings who were still on the battlefield looked at Old Donghuang.

This is the only remaining ninth-level combat force of the human race.

No one knows whether he possesses the Mark of Heaven's Heart, and no one knows whether his strength is the same as that of the Great Pillar State.

But now, Donghuang has become the last reliance.

All the hopes of the three divine continents rest on him.

At this time, Donghuang's eyes had turned completely blood red. The disparity in strength made everyone feel despair.

All the sword cultivators present were shrouded in a dead grey despair.

Everyone is hoping for a miracle, waiting for the ninth-level powerful man from the Tiannan Sword Sect to unleash his bloodline and slash to the extreme to drive these monsters and evil creatures back to the sea!

Although, everyone thinks it is impossible rationally.

With the death of Dazhuguo, he is the only remaining top combat force of the human race.

His expression changed from anger to sadness. No one knew what he was thinking. Not long ago, his comrades who had fought side by side with him had now passed away.

And then, he died a martyr.

He looked towards Du Fang with an insincere look.

Only he himself knew that the only true Ninth Realm powerhouses now were himself and Du Fang.

Donghuang had no idea whether Du Fang, as he was an immortal, would take action to save the sky from collapse. However, he knew very well that if he retreated now, the human race's heart of Taoism would completely collapse.

Just when the fog completely engulfed their eyes.

Du Fang suddenly discovered that in the fog on the sea, there was a bright red lotus swaying above the sea, emitting a dazzling red light.

This ray of light is so small, yet so dazzling.

A light suddenly appeared in Baizhi's eyes.

Du Fang smiled contemptuously. He felt the strange power surging from the red lotus, a long-lasting and surging aura.

All the phantoms of ancient gods summoned by the powerful ghosts just now came out of this lotus.

Watching Guimie and Yuanying, two powerful ghosts, rushing towards Donghuang.

Du Fang suddenly turned around, his sword flying into the air, carrying Bai Zhi, passing by where the fog was about to dissipate, and reached out to pick up the bright red lotus.

No one thought that when the three tribes of Jinghai were about to win a great victory, someone would dare to stare at this divine object.

The excitement of the impending victory made many people relax their vigilance.

It was also because Du Fang's body was too fast and the fog helped him to become invisible.

That's why he succeeded in one strike!

at the same time--

Four furious voices immediately rang out from the sea:

"Who is it? How dare you steal the sacred objects of the three tribes!"

"Get out here, thief!"

"Chop him into pieces!"

Countless noisy voices sounded from behind.

Du Fang didn't look back. He had already seen dozens of black tentacles emerging from the water at his feet and grabbing his ankles.

Du Fang cut through the fog with one sword.

He pulled the two of them and flew over the foggy sea.

There was silence behind me, no more echo.

After a long while, Bai Zhi gently patted her chest and said sweetly:

"How dare you! This is the sacred fire red lotus used by the three tribes to summon the evil god. It's the most powerful treasure in the sea of ​​​​Jing. You have such a sharp eye that you actually got it in your hands."

Du Fang smiled. When he saw the real evil god's phantom appear, the red lotus began to bloom. Black mist was specially set up around the red lotus, which was definitely because it didn't want to be seen by others.

And when they successfully kill the Great Pillar State Su Shang, they will definitely relax their vigilance.

He took out the so-called Holy Fire Red Lotus from his chest.

No one knew what material this lotus was made of. It was crystal clear, with a trace of blue flame in it, which seemed to have never been extinguished for eternity.

All around it, there was the red color of flames.

Bai Zhi's eyes were dazed and she murmured:

"The flames transformed into red lotuses, blooming in the depths of hell, burning all souls. This is the flower of revenge! For thousands of years, the three tribes have never given up the thought of revenge!"

"Does this thing have a great origin?" Du Fang asked.

"What a beautiful lotus!" Bai Zhi did not answer his question, but just murmured softly.

"How do you like it?"

Du Fang smiled.

"If you like it, I'll give it to you!"

Bai Zhi suddenly glanced at him and asked, "Do you know the value of this thing? You gave it to me so easily. Aren't you afraid that you'll regret it later if you find out?"

"It's just a flower. If you like it, I'll give it to you!"

As he spoke, Du Fang handed the red lotus over.

Bai Zhi didn't take it, and said lightly: "This is a sacred object that has been passed down by the three clans for more than 7,000 years. It was born from hell, and it can bring people back to life and turn flesh into bones. It is also a divine object that has reached the peak of the Nine Realms and leaped to the extreme realm. It is rarer and more precious than your magic weapon!"

Du Fang smiled and said:

"Is it so precious?"

Bai Zhi nodded, "Do you still want to give it away now?"

"Of course, for me, it's just a coincidence. I just picked a beautiful flower from the sea. If you like it, I will give it to you!"

He stuffed it into Baizhi's arms.

Bai Zhi pursed her lips lightly, not knowing what she was thinking. After a long moment, she said, "Are you giving me this with all your heart?"

"What's the sincerity in this? Women like flowers. If you're happy, I'll give them to you. Anyway, if the strong men from the three tribes come after us, I can handle them. What are you afraid of?"

Bai Zhi said:

"Since the sacred object of our clan has been lost, they will definitely mobilize the entire clan to find it. Right now, we should go to the ghost town of the Spirit Ghost Clan. Once there, we can disguise ourselves as ghosts to conceal our aura."

"You know the way?"

"I know, it's not far from here!"

"Good idea! These people must think we'll go into hiding after taking the good stuff. Let's go to their lair and try our best to stop them from figuring out what's going on."

Behind him, four rainbow rays, almost as fast as lightning, pierced through the fog and came towards this side.

They were two emperor-level warriors from the demon clan, and two emperor-level warriors from the ghost clan.

And on the battlefield behind them.

Donghuang of Tiannan Sword Sect made a surprising discovery.

Countless monsters of the demon clan suddenly roared to the sky in annoyance at the same time, and billions of water ghosts had blank eyes and kept spinning in circles.

Even more bizarre is——

Beneath their feet, the black mist began to dissipate.

Countless black sea waters receded like the tide, revealing the muddy color of the earth again.

When Donghuang looked towards Du Fang, Du Fang's shadow had disappeared.

Along with him, four ninth-level powerful men from three tribes also disappeared.

These black shadow water ghosts lost the blessing of the Holy Fire Red Lotus, and their bodies began to fester and twist, and they fell into the mud, while the huge ship composed of black coffins in the sky.

It began to fall apart.

It broke into powder and dissipated in the air.

On the bow of the ship, countless black-clothed Death Knights and red-clothed Judges from the seventh and eighth realms suddenly began to twist and melt.

This is a great God-given opportunity.

Countless human sword cultivators went from being surprised, astonished, dazed, and resentful to being eager to fight.

Looking at the monster rolling and twisting in the mud pit——

Dong Huang pointed the giant sword in his hand towards the sky and roared to the countless sword cultivators behind him:

"Sacrifice the sword!"

"kill!"