Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 289: 4 Holy Envoys 1

The figure groaned in pain, clenched the white joints in his hands, and suddenly a cold wind blew up. Countless white light spots suddenly flew from all directions and quickly gathered together. The figure clenched his fingers, and the white light spots immediately let out a shrill scream.

It felt like being pinched painfully.

As the cries gradually weakened, the pale figure's face finally turned rosy. At some point, a red light flashed on his body, and a silk-like gauze enveloped him.

He said lightly:

"I summoned you here. The Soul-Sleeping Coffin can bewilder people, yet you remain lucid. Your immortal body is truly extraordinary."

Du Fang shouted:

"What have you done with my companion?"

He suddenly thought of Bai Zhi who had left.

With a sinister laugh, the red figure spread his devilish smile, "That's not your concern. Chengying Sword Spirit, are you going to take it out yourself? Or should I come and get it myself?"

Du Fangdao:

"It's incomprehensible. You're about my age, but why are you talking so nonsense?"

The red-dressed figure suddenly laughed heartily, his voice filled with desolation. "I'm the same age as you...?...Haha, I've lived for 1,400 years, and this is the first time I've heard such a joke!"

Du Fang's heart suddenly moved, remembering what the woman from Youhuang had just said, "His Majesty the Underworld Emperor summoned you!"

Suddenly shouted:

"You are the Hades Emperor!"

"Yes, you are indeed smart, but unfortunately, now that you have entered my underworld, you will never be able to get out in this lifetime!"

Before he finished speaking, a dark green electric light instantly illuminated the dark cave, and a brilliant sword light illuminated the space.

A loud shout followed the sword light:

"Who said that? A loser like you wants to trap the immortal body!"

A middle-aged man with a weathered expression, a green robe, and a rusty sword.

Mo Qingfeng stood proudly in the air, holding a magic sword.

The figure in red seemed very surprised, and never expected him to come: he said in a lost voice: "Mo Lao San?" looking at the familiar face.

Du Fang suddenly became so excited that his whole body trembled. His legs could no longer support him and he knelt on the ground, shouting in a trembling voice:

"Mo, Brother Mo!"

The person who came was Mo Qingfeng, the third person of Taixuan Sword Sect, the strongest sword sect in Jiuzhou, Qingxuan Continent, and Mo Qingfeng.

Mo Qingfeng smiled slightly, stretched out his hand, and pulled him over. Du Fangxi asked, "Brother, why are you here? How did you know I was here?"

Before Mo Qingfeng could answer, the red-clothed figure said:

"Nonsense, it's naturally the sword spirit that summoned you."

After staring coldly for a long time, Mo Qingfeng gripped the hilt of his sword and said leisurely, "Are you the legendary Youming, one of the Four Great Saint Envoys who was imprisoned for 1,400 years by the Qinghua Empress of Longyuan?"

Netherworld said with hatred:

"It's old news, you still remember all this. If that old witch hadn't set a trap to plot against me, after three thousand years of cultivation, do you think she could have trapped me here?"

"So you want to borrow this Primordial Divine Sword Chengying to enter this ghost realm and use the Divine Sword's spirit to help you break this restriction?"

Mo Qingfeng looked at the Taotie runes engraved on the surrounding stone walls and had already guessed everything.

Youming suddenly sighed softly:

"It's been over a thousand years. Do you know how I survived those fourteen hundred years of darkness? Do you know how millions of ghosts in my clan were exterminated overnight? Come here, and I'll tell you everything!"

A sinister look suddenly flashed across his face, and he suddenly flew towards where Du Fang had just stood.

"My sister left you here because of the Chengying on your body, the Human Emperor Sword. Since you are here, it's a good idea to leave the sword with you."

Youming suddenly roared wildly, bit his finger, and inserted his index finger into the wet rock.

The huge stone wall suddenly shook, and Du Fang was not paying attention and was almost thrown down.

Mo Qingfeng held him firmly and looked at the ground where the underworld was with a serious expression. As the huge pit shook, the surrounding rocks fell down and the air seemed to be shaking. Mo Qingfeng formed a seal with his fingers in front of his chest, and a dark green sword curtain enveloped the two of them.

Huge rocks rumbled down from above, hitting the dark green water curtain. The curtain wall just shook, turned into powder and fell down.

Youming used the blood from his fingers to summon the ancient mythical beast. The place where he was standing suddenly moved, and then the huge stone wall bent its fingers like a human.

His attack was successful, and the red figure immediately flew away.

Du Fang looked at the scene in disbelief:

This huge pit seemed to be a part of the ancient mythical beast, and the huge rock where he was standing just now was just a nail of the mythical beast.

Three lights, almost as big as the moon, suddenly lit up, illuminating everything in the huge pit:

I don't know when the Netherworld suddenly disappeared, only distant voices could be heard from the four walls:

"Wait for death, you useless thing. The divine beast that old witch Qinghua raised with the blood of my ghost clan's direct descendants is not something that mortals like you can resist."

Countless white hairpins as thin as needles swung over silently.

Before the thread reached the light curtain, the dark green light curtain around the two of them immediately dimmed. It was obvious that this thin thread was extremely restraining to the Xuanmen orthodox method.

Mo Qingfeng looked cautious, pulled Du Fang, and immediately took a deep breath and jumped up to avoid this critical attack.

Three pale rays of light suddenly emanated from overhead, dazzling enough to pierce their eyes and ears, piercing their hearts like sharp arrows. Mo Qingfeng crouched in mid-air, a dark blue light dancing around him, his sword held horizontally before him.

The rusted blade emitted a faint but obscure glow, absorbing all three pale rays of light. The blade then thrust back towards the three rays of white light.

'Ah!'

Suddenly, there was an earth-shattering roar, and Du Fang's eardrums were almost torn apart by the strong sound waves.

When the three white lights dimmed, Du Fang discovered that the white lights were the three eyes of the mythical beast.

The light was emitted from the pupil. When the sword in Mo Qingfeng's hand backfired, it pierced its pupil and injured the giant beast's eyes, so it roared in pain.

Suddenly, ghosts danced in the pit. Countless of the ghosts that had troubled Du Fang before rushed forward, screaming and roaring. Strange, angry, with varying expressions, all kinds of faces, exactly like the one before, only this time, there were countless of them.

When they were almost in front of him, Du Fang could see clearly that behind those ghosts, there were the same thin white threads entwined. It seemed that these ghosts were controlled by these white threads.

A cold laugh came from underground:

"Wait for death, you useless creature! This is a divine beast raised by tens of thousands of heroes and sacrificed with the blood of our clan. It is not something a mere mortal like you can contend with!"

Mo Qingfeng shouted:

"Youming, so you were hiding here!"

He flew down, his body rising with the sword, and a dark green rainbow light, like a meteor, shocked the sky and pierced into the ground.