Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 137 Painful Possession

This fight was short but extremely brutal.

Nine seventh-level masters perished in Wushuang City in less than a breath.

At this time, colorful light rain was falling from the sky of Wushuang City. This was the scene of returning the Tao to the sky.

The citizens in the city forgot to escape and stared blankly at the scene in the sky.

Du Fang's body disappeared, and cheers broke out from the crowd.

Dozens of monks' rainbow lights flew up and began to search for Du Fang's figure everywhere.

At this time, Du Fang was sitting on the steps in Lu Wushuang's flower hall. In his ears, there were countless buzzing sounds, but he could hear nothing.

In his eyes, the blood-red aura began to disappear, and finally returned to clarity and brightness.

That sharp murderous intent disappeared.

This was a sign of being possessed by Mo Ling, but this time, Du Fang did not completely faint, and his consciousness was not blurred.

A bitter smile played on his lips.

He finally understood that as long as he dared to use the power of immortal spirits, Mo Ling's soul would completely take over this body and then kill people through his body.

Devouring the souls and blood of living beings.

Mo Ling once told him in the Nine-story Buddhist Pavilion that their souls were just merging, and whoever was stronger would take on the same appearance, and she would not interfere with his soul.

But just now, Du Fang clearly only wanted to punish these people and had no intention of killing them.

Mo Ling jumped out directly and killed him.

The cry in his heart seemed so small at that moment.

Moreover, they sucked the souls, essence and blood of these powerful cultivators dry.

Mo Ling lied to him.

From the beginning to the end, the path of immortals to cultivate the Tao can only be achieved by absorbing the blood and energy of living beings and continuing to grow.

When he was cultivating the second realm of immortality, he failed not because he forced himself to practice, but because he did not have the blood and soul to absorb as a foundation.

No matter if they are demon cultivators, ghost cultivators, sword cultivators or mortals, as long as they have blood and souls, they are all cultivation resources for the path to immortality.

The more people he kills, the stronger his immortal power becomes.

And I will gradually lose my six senses, and when I become an immortal, my soul will be completely devoured.

His enemy, Master Qinghe, who wanted his immortal power, told so many lies, but the only thing he didn't lie to him was that the immortal power really was taking over his body.

His six senses gradually faded and he could no longer hear any sounds around him.

The tinnitus has disappeared, and the noisy world outside seems to have nothing to do with me.

Above the sky, the sword cultivator's sword whistles continued to fly freely, but he could not hear a single sound.

Du Fang sat down slowly, neither shouting nor roaring, nor trying to awaken the Mo Ling in his sea of ​​consciousness.

The essence, blood, spirit and soul of the nine great cultivators are many times more powerful than those of ordinary people.

This time, Mo Ling will sleep longer.

Du Fang could feel that not only was the appearance of his body changing, but every inch of his muscles and bones were also strengthening.

The old monk once said:

The final fate of the person possessed by the fairy spirit,

They are all making wedding dresses for others. The path of cultivation for immortals is to constantly step on the corpses of living beings to advance. In the end, they are completely devoured by the immortals and give birth to monsters that wreak havoc on the world.

This is an evil practice that is despised by every cultivator in the world.

Du Fang closed his eyes and looked inward at the black divine being in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Shen Xi had already disappeared, exactly as he had expected.

The female ghost who was once in the black shroud, the bright red color on her face faded, and began to become solemn, kind, and gentle.

The entire body of Mo Ling in the sea of ​​consciousness was pitch black, except for his face, which was glowing with white light.

These nine ghost cultivators of the seventh realm were a sumptuous feast for Mo Ling. Each of them had abundant blood essence, huge qi and blood, and a strong soul.

Du Fang won, he was victorious, he killed nine seventh-level cultivators, but at this moment, there was not a trace of joy in his heart.

Is there really a way to get rid of immortals and strip away the soul in this world?

Where should I look for myself at this moment?

His forearms, legs, hands, everything visible became delicate and smooth.

The originally muscular thighs lost their hair and became slender and round like a woman's.

Du Fang smiled bitterly in his heart:

Am I really going to become a woman?

As long as he dared to take action and use the power of immortal spirits, he would turn into this horrible appearance.

He suddenly stood up and rushed towards the house.

On the bronze mirror:

His newly grown beard became crystal clear and smooth again, his eye sockets became deeper, and there were two spots of bright red on his cheeks.

Du Fang smiled mockingly as he looked at himself in the mirror.

The person in the mirror is a complete woman, with picturesque eyebrows.

Du Fang was meticulous and slowly took off all his clothes. Then, he lowered his head and looked at his lower body.

Not bad! There's still a little bit left, not yet completely transformed into a woman.

When Du Fang put on his clothes again, his whole body was shaking.

Du Fang began to look inward again. The Mo Ling in his sea of ​​consciousness still had her eyes closed, but her bone structure was no different from that of himself in the bronze mirror.

Seize the house!

This is the real possession!

The parasitic fairy flower soul has almost corroded his body.

This was the art of possessing another's body in the art of cultivation, which made him feel horrible, uncomfortable, and helplessly angry.

A crazy idea suddenly popped up:

He wanted to take the sword, cut open his head, take Mo Ling out alive, crush him into pieces, and throw him to the ground.

But all this seems to be just an illusion.

The immortal spirit is an ethereal soul, and even if it is cut open, it cannot be taken out. This helpless anger makes him completely crazy——

"what…………"

Du Fang roared in pain and squatted on the ground, he or she.

I simply cannot accept this fate of being fooled.

At this time, Du Fang began to hate Xuan Ji a little. Why did he extract his soul and place it in this fairy flower?

But his anger made him forget that it was he who wanted to stand up and take on the responsibility of Lingxiao.

When Du Fang fell to the ground in pain and banged his head hard on the stone steps.

Suddenly, a pitch-black crack appeared in the sky above the entire Wushuang City.

The darkness in the crack was too dark, darker than the void.

The whole city suddenly became dark.

Suddenly, from the extremely dark void, a huge ship as black as ink slowly broke through the void and hovered above Wushuang City.

The whole world suddenly became quiet.

All the refugees who had just given birth in the disaster began to stop, their faces filled with astonishment, staring at the giant ship that slowly appeared.

A strong imperial pressure came from the sky.

Du Fang looked up in astonishment——

In front of him were no less than thousands of black coffins, assembled into a warship.

The most eye-catching thing is a pure black tomb guardian beast with eyes emitting faint green fire, squatting at the bow of the ship.

"Is this the master of the Third Ghost Cultivation Hall? Is he here to avenge his subordinates?"