Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 311 The Cold Evil Spirit

An arm with rotting flesh suddenly reached out and grabbed Bai Zhi's shoulder with unusual speed.

Du Fang swung his sword directly, using all his strength to the extreme, and slashed out with one sword.

There was no brilliant light on the sword, not even a blade of light.

In this dark space.

He was just an ordinary warrior, but the power of this sword was extraordinary, and a person's body was cut into two pieces.

But this half-dead monster still did not die even after being split into two parts.

Instead, it staggered around on the ground, climbed up, regrouped, and grabbed Baizhi again.

Du Fang gritted his teeth, swung his sword, and used all his strength to the extreme.

The sharp sword light continuously slashed at the approaching corpses and rotten flesh.

However, in this space suppressed by divine energy, even the most powerful divine swords could not be used. They were like ordinary warriors, only able to strike with sword after sword, constantly blocking these monsters within two feet of them.

Bai Zhi was weak, and after a while, she was breathing heavily, and each sword she swung out was weaker than the last.

Outside them, layers upon layers of people were packed together like an endless stream of ants, with almost no end in sight. It seemed as if all the starving people in the town had come to them to ask for what they had lost.

And the enchanting voice was still behind them, chanting:

"Fellow villagers, family members, it's them, these evil messengers sent by the Heavenly Emperor, who want to seize the remains of our Saint. Even though our Saint has been dead for over 10,000 years, these filthy lackeys under the Heavenly Emperor are still unwilling to let her go!"

"It's this damn thing that's bewitching me!"

Du Fang gritted his teeth and chopped off eight heads in a row with great force. He then grabbed Bai Zhi's arm, which was almost eaten, and held it in his arms.

"We have to find him!"

Bai Zhi's face was crimson and she was breathing heavily.

Her knuckles were cracked and bleeding profusely. These monsters were too strong, and a weak woman like her could not compete with them at all.

Du Fang glanced at him casually and forced a wry smile.

Not to mention that Li Xueying was bewitching these ghosts in the dark, even if he stood behind, he couldn't get out and could only watch and worry.

Looking at the mummy monster getting closer and closer, Bai Zhi finally couldn't help but curse:

"That old woman deceived us!"

"This human-skin lantern is only provoking these monsters. It's not a guiding light at all! We're going to die here today!"

"Someone will come to pick us up!"

Du Fang swung his sword again, cutting the approaching severed hand into two pieces!

His expression became more determined as he killed, as if he was certain that this human-skin lantern would lead them to the burial place.

"Where will someone come to pick us up?"

Baizhi looked around, but apart from the disgusting mummies, dark eyes, and densely packed with withered human heads, she could not see any hope of survival.

As Bai Zhi's voice came out, a shrill scream suddenly came from the darkness.

A red figure, as if injured, rushed out from the roof and disappeared into the darkness.

"It's Li Xueying!"

Du Fang shouted angrily and was about to jump up and chase after him.

Suddenly, a clear and beautiful voice cut through the night sky:

"Everyone, go home. The Saint knows your resentment!"

As this clear voice resounded in the night sky.

Above the sky, a white blade of light slashed out, and the black vortex clouds were immediately completely dispersed.

The bright moonlight once again enveloped the town.

As the white blade of light flashed, the surrounding attacking skeletons suddenly stopped moving. The rustling and rustling noises suddenly ceased, as if everyone had frozen in time for a moment.

"What it is?"

Du Fang stared at the end of the long street, tightly gripping his sword. He heard the tremor in Bai Zhi's voice, and the oppressive, terrifying atmosphere slowly dissipated from the end of the town's long street.

Both of them felt a sense of fear at the same time.

The hairs on your body stand on end and the back of your neck feels cold, which is the sixth sense signal of danger.

He tried to calm his pounding heart and said softly, "This must be the powerful evil spirit that person mentioned, the once deceased cultivator!"

As if to confirm his guess.

The confused mummies automatically made a path that extended to the end of the long street, as if waiting for the arrival of an important figure.

"This is the Saint of my clan, an invited guest. If you don't want to go home, you can stay as a companion. Does anyone want to go and see her? If you miss tonight, you'll have to wait for thousands of years!"

As soon as this clear and beautiful voice was uttered, countless dead mummies and skeletons seemed to understand what they were saying. Like living people, they consciously lined up in two teams and slowly walked towards the ancestral hall in the center of the town.

Bai Zhi felt a chill down her spine at this strange scene.

But Du Fang's eyes were fixed on the end of the long street.

This so-called powerful evil spirit has not revealed its true form yet. Judging from the fact that she can command thousands of dead people, she is definitely a powerful and terrifying existence in this space.

However, what surprised the two was——

On the long street, the person who slowly walked out was actually just a child.

a little girl.

The two round eyes were dark and shiny even under the moonlight.

She was dressed in gorgeous attire and had her hair in two braids.

He walked over slowly, step by step.

In her hand was a snow-white, crystal-clear, jade-like blade, only about a foot long, stained with bright red blood, which was still dripping down.

Bai Zhi looked at this scene and said softly:

"Li Xueying is such a strong person, but he was injured by such a little girl. It seems that she..."

"She must be the so-called evil spirit!"

Du Fang didn't say anything. He held the sword tightly in his hand. The little girl, wearing red embroidered shoes, floated over like a ghost.

He didn't move his feet, but came up to him and stared at Du Fang with his smart eyes.

The cold gaze made Du Fang's hair stand on end. He couldn't help but tremble and asked, "Who are you? What do you want?"

"My name is Shuang'er, your Majesty's maid!"

The little girl's voice was not childish at all, it sounded like the voice of a young woman, crisp and pleasant.

"So you are the one chosen by the spirit of destiny during this sixty-year period, and you are favored by the immortal spirit. No wonder His Majesty's immortal weapon found you!"

This was unclear, so Du Fang immediately reached into his pocket.

The dead rat seemed to be frozen in time, not moving at all.

This so-called spirit of luck.

Damn, Du Fang couldn’t help but want to curse out loud.

But Bai Zhi understood the meaning and immediately asked, "Is this spirit of destiny your Saint's?"

The little girl raised her chin and said proudly, "Of course, in the Nine Divine Continents, every powerful person who has ever ascended to heaven will possess a spirit of destiny. Only with it can we find your majesty's successor!"