Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 345 Du Fang's Second Life

Mo Qingfeng's face turned completely blood red. He couldn't refute it because that was her past history, the history of the person she once loved the most.

Today, an ordinary big demon actually knows this past event.

That had always been a secret hidden in his heart, and even when he was dying, he never blamed her.

Tu Luo grinned grimly, "I said I would avenge Third Sister. This nail is destined to drill into your heart and deep into your blood for years to come, making you never happy for the rest of your life!"

"you made it!"

"She is indeed a thorn in my heart. I buried this secret deep in my heart and never told anyone. But I don't blame her. It's my fault that I didn't meet her earlier and failed to protect her, allowing her to be defiled by evil creatures like you!"

After Mo Qingfeng's anger, his emotions gradually calmed down.

"Since you are her old friend, I will send you to see her today!"

The sword in his hand shone again. This time, his wrist was steady and calm, and the sword light continued to surge. Tu Luo's crazy laughter suddenly stopped:

"Are you really willing to kill me rather than give up this painting?"

"It doesn't matter! I've been decadent for too long. I'm the successor of the Taixuan Sutra and should take on my responsibilities!"

He suddenly smiled:

"Also, I really want to thank you. If you hadn't talked about her past today, I would have been stuck in the past!"

Mo Qingfeng's eyes suddenly became calm, like the calmness of a clear sky after a storm. He no longer looked at Tu Luo.

Instead, he turned around and stared at Jingshen Peak.

"Go ahead, and remember to say hello to her for me!"

The iron sword flew out like lightning and flashing stars. Before Tu Luo could even blink, his body was pierced. The flying sword completely destroyed his body and directly pierced the painting.

The iron sword broke into two pieces, and it became spiritual, carrying the broken painting in front of Mo Qingfeng.

Mo Qingfeng looked a little bewildered, staring for a long time at the woman in green clothes, with a pale yellow face and eyes shrouded in mist.

A faint cinnabar mole between the eyebrows is like the finishing touch of the most precious painting of a lady, dotting the picture.

"Three hundred years!"

Mo Qingfeng sighed:

“It’s time to break through!”

As his voice fell, the remaining painting in his hand turned into black ashes, slowly drifting in the air and falling under the entire sea.

Mo Qingfeng didn't stop any longer and went to the three thatched huts.

Under his feet, under the huge gate of the Bone City.

At this moment, a young man with a tightly wrapped turban walked into the gate.

The man was strong and his face was covered with thick cloth, revealing only a pair of eyes that shone with a faint purple light.

This young man is Du Fang.

Fifteen years have passed since Bai Zhi stole Shen Tu's supreme divine blood from his soul bone at the burial place, and Cheng Ying buried the seed that carried his memories in the Yinshi Plain of Jinhai.

Ten years ago, Mo Ling matured first and was taken away by Bai Zhi. Afterwards, Qing Ling and Zi Ling matured at the same time, withered, and disappeared at the same time.

The purple mouse that Baizhi brought became the physical body that carried his memories in this life.

When the three fairy flowers completely withered and the fairy grass roots were devoured by the purple rat.

Du Fang finally understood that he was the fairy root that carried the three fairy flowers.

It is also the fairy grass that nurtures them and makes them bloom.

The Ghost Emperor Ye Liushuang asked Emperor Qiu to take out the immortal spirit refining technique from the Netherworld Scroll. The technique was to use the Green Fetus as the blood guide and the Xuannv's corpse as the auxiliary, enter Jianmen, and take shape in that holy lake.

The entire refining method is the childhood nightmare he experienced.

From the very beginning, Bai Qingyu had already started to implement this plan more than a thousand years ago. After the efforts of successive Longyuan masters, it was finally realized in the hands of Bai Zhi.

Those seventeen years seemed like a lifetime ago, and he had always been the tool being used.

The tool used by Lord Baihuang to carry the power of heaven and earth.

He had been in the immortal root, his soul suffering for ten years. When the rat was brought in, his consciousness was completely integrated with it.

Du Fang suddenly came to his senses.

Live in the present!

Live as long as you can!

But in this life, he will never be anyone's tool again.

It took Du Fang two years to shed the rat skin, and he stayed there when he visited his elder brother Mo Qingfeng again.

But that wasn't where he wanted to be either.

Even though Du Fang knew that if he learned sword from Mo Qingfeng, he would reach the ninth level sooner or later.

In this life, he doesn't want to be a sword cultivator, nor does he want to practice Taoism. He just wants to live an ordinary life, to be an ordinary person, for this ideal.

In order to transform into a human and restore his original appearance, he searched for two years. Finally, more than a year ago, he learned about the existence of the transformation pill from a wandering sorcerer.

The rat head on his head made him helpless and painful.

After shedding its skin, its body has taken on the shape of a human. Although its limbs are not coordinated, it still looks like a human being.

Just this rat head.

It became the last obstacle to transformation.

Wandering sorcerers live in this city of bones.

He gave Du Fang a list of things to collect for the transformation pill. Du Fang traveled around the country during the year and finally collected most of them.

Such as the droppings of bats when they hatch and the saliva of toads when they hibernate.

The sulfur crystals under the volcano are now only missing two herbs: a piece of fragrant grass and half a pound of firefly wings.

Du Fang entered the White Bone City today.

One was to visit the wandering sorcerer named Guixuzi, and the other was that he heard from the little demon that someone here was selling that medicine.

"Firefly wings!"

Du Fang was very excited. This was his second time entering the City of Bones.

The entire city is almost the same age as him.

The huge skeleton of a giant beast was stretched out to form a city gate.

The city is full of houses built with skeletons. Some look like shells, some look like pig pens. All kinds of monsters, big and small, and ghosts live in this city of bones.

There are also many businessmen and scholars on the streets.

Study and do business.

This kind of strange phenomenon, where humans, demons, ghosts, and all kinds of races live together, will never appear in other cities in the Nine Divine Continents.

But here, it appears strangely.

There are even human sword practitioners carrying swords and monks preaching on the streets.

Everything originated from the rules set by the first Lord of White Bone City:

——Fighting is prohibited in the city

For fifteen years, no one dared to break this rule.

Because there was once a powerful demon who was in the ninth realm. He was executed in the street for killing a human merchant. To this day, the head of the demon is still hanging on the top of the city gate.

No one knows the identity of the city lord.

But the cold and sharp sword intent made everyone tremble with fear.

The small and big monsters in the White Bone City rarely leave the city. The reason they don't leave the city is that under the White Bone City, there are thousands of mining tunnels left behind when the three tribes of Jinghai mined stardust ore, extending to the surrounding areas of Jinghai.

Another reason for not leaving the city is -

The human swordsman set up fifteen sword energies outside the city.

The sword energy was so terrifying that it killed the demon, leaving not even a skeleton behind.