Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 380: Xuan Huang Qing Qi

Fang Yuxin was surprised to find that the essence, blood and spiritual power that filled his body suddenly began to weaken. As the golden light of the Taixuan Sword Sutra under his feet faded, his strength and cultivation level also began to decline.

Her fellow disciples seemed to be facing the same dilemma as her, and all looked down at their feet in astonishment.

At this time, the golden light of the Taixuan Sword Scripture had begun to dissipate, and from the edges, gray ashes slowly eroded the sword scripture engraved on the rock.

Fang Yuxin gritted her teeth. When the Taixuan Sword Scripture burned out, it would be the end of all Taiwei disciples. If they didn't take advantage of the last power of the sword scripture and fight to the death,

Senior Sister Yuheng’s fate is their fate.

If they fail again, then after the Taixuan Sword Scripture disappears, every female disciple of Taiwei will be like cattle and sheep to be slaughtered.

Fang Yuxin suddenly looked up and stared at the black staff in Ji Hongying's hand. As she chanted an evil spell, black insect-like particles began to emerge in the air.

Like the buzzing of flies, it echoed throughout the wilderness.

Those fly-like black particles began to appear and move in the air like a wriggling maggot.

Any clouds or light rain that came into contact with it were devoured by these dark maggots.

"What kind of monster did the White Desolate Lord of Longyuan resurrect?"

The leader of Long Yuan's four sword slaves actually didn't use a single trace of sword energy.

Fang Yuxin cursed softly, she had to fight, if she dragged it on, after the Taixuan Sword Scripture disappeared, they would be completely weakened and be slaughtered.

Thinking of this, Fang Yuxin whistled softly and shouted sharply:

"Sister Taiwei, follow me!"

Her slender body flew up first, and six or seven hundred female disciples whistled at the same time, forming a river and following behind her. Above the sky, purple light shone brightly, and Taiwei disciples swam like a long river, winding towards the twisting black fog.

Two balls of pale yellow flames suddenly appeared in Fang Yuxin's rising palms, and the flames began to surge like the sword light.

Blood began to ooze out of Fang Yuxin's eyebrows, seven orifices, and every pore on his body. This was his last fight, a desperate attack, and he would give nothing back anymore. All the blood and essence in his body was injected into this flaming sword light.

The sword light grew taller and taller. Behind him, countless female disciples of Taiwei sacrificed their souls and blood at the same time and merged them into the sword light.

Everyone knew that this was the last desperate fight. If they won, Taiwei would survive; if they lost, Taiwei would be destroyed. Almost six or seven hundred drops of soul and blood merged into the huge sword light at the same time.

Almost a thousand sword beams merged together, and a giant sword that competed with the heaven and earth began to appear in the sky.

"Tai Wei's life or death depends on this sword!"

Fang Yuxin shouted sternly, swung his sword, and slashed at the twisting black insect.

"Another Mo Qingfeng! This is Tai Wei's technique of sacrificing soul and blood to the sword. It's really powerful!"

At this moment, on the top of Mount Taiwei, the huge and brilliant sword light shining in the sky reminded the three sword slaves of Long Yuan present at the same time of the previous scene on the sea of ​​​​realm -

The scene of Mo Qingfeng fighting with swords with one of the Soul Breakers, the Fire Spirit Saint.

With the desperate efforts of almost a hundred elite soldiers, a truly powerful warrior in desperate situations can indeed be formed.

The purple sword light with golden edges slashed out, and the huge swarm of insects composed of black fog was suddenly ignited. The flames "whooshed" and instantly burned the entire sky.

Flames like a burning cloud began to spread across the sky.

Ji Hongying's black chest suddenly seemed to be cut by a sword, and flames began to burn from the crack in his chest.

She vomited out mouthfuls of black blood, hunched over, staring at Fang Yuxin, and coughed continuously: "It's really powerful, worthy of being the Taiwei Sword Sect, one of the top three of the nine great sword sects. With this stick, I will lose!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the black blood he spat out turned into a worm, blocking the crack in his chest, and the flames quickly disappeared.

Fang Yuxin exclaimed in shock:

"You...you're not human...this isn't a flesh body!"

"Yes... this is not a physical body... it's just a ghostly object that carries the soul!" Ji Hongying smiled bitterly, then stared at the Taixuan Sutra that was gradually disappearing on the ground.

She was defeated, but Long Yuan won. She did not disappoint the Lord of the Wilderness. She finally exhausted the energy and blood of Tai Wei's 1,700 disciples.

At this moment, the huge sword light on the Taiwei Divine Mountain reminded the three sword slaves of the scene of Mo Qingfeng and the Fire Spirit Saint Lord fighting with swords above the Jinghai.

Lu Wushuang immediately flew over, supported Ji Hongying's shaky body, and whispered, "Grandma, are you okay?"

"It's okay!" Ji Hongying shook her head, but her eyes were fixed on Fang Yuxin.

As the Taixuan Sutra engraved on the rock disappeared, a huge pile of ashes appeared there. Deep in the ashes, there was no trace of life, and not a single blade of grass could grow.

There is no other color except gray.

At the same time, the female Taiwei disciples standing in the air suddenly bowed their bodies at the same time, and each of them showed a look of pain on their faces. Then, their bodies swayed like unstoppable falling leaves.

It landed gently on the ashes.

The cold wind blew, revealing the chaotic marks underneath, which looked like a chessboard.

It turned out that the Taixuan Sword Scripture was engraved on such a chessboard that was almost three thousand feet long. Fang Yuxin sighed softly and lay on the ground powerlessly.

This was her first and last time seeing the sect's sword manual. The last shred of spiritual energy within her body, drained completely with the disappearance of the Taixuan Sutra, was also completely drained. Every female Taiwei disciple had a withered complexion. After their cultivation faded, each once youthful face took on the look of a withered old man.

"We...were defeated in the end..."

"There will never be a Taiwei Sword Sect in Jiuzhou again..."

Countless female disciples moaned softly, but did not dare to feel any pain. They fought with all their might, tried their best, and gave their all. Even if they died in the underworld, they would have done their duty to Taiwei's ancestor.

"Take it!"

Ji Hongying said sternly:

As soon as the words fell, the sword cultivators scattered around Long Yuan immediately pounced on the chessboard. Each of them had a sharp blade in his hand, waiting for Ji Hongying's order.

The more than 600 remaining female disciples of Taiwei returned to their hometown.

A mysterious woman in pure white floated out and landed beside Ji Hongying. She said, "These Taiwei sword cultivators have become useless. They are no longer useful to the Lord of the Wasteland. You might as well kill them. I will go and get Fang Yuxin's Heavenly Heart Seal!"

"Wait!" Ji Hongying did not agree, but suddenly called her.

"What? Grandma, are you also soft-hearted?"

Ji Hongying shook her head, looked at the blood-red bead on the top of Mount Taiwei in the distance, and whispered, "Look!"

The woman in white followed her gaze and said in confusion, "Nothing...ah...the dark yellow and green energy!" Her low voice was suddenly replaced by excitement.

Xuanhuang pure air!

This is the most terrifying aura that made Taixuan famous when he broke through the realm. The four sword slaves of Longyuan had seen that group of dark yellow and green aura on the top of the Jingshen Peak above the realm sea.

Mo Qingfeng used it to restrain the murderous white fog on the top of Jingshen Peak.

This is the Xuanhuang Qi that Taiwei, Taishang, and Taixuan can cultivate after entering the three realms of sword realm, breaking through the second realm from the third realm, and breaking through the first realm from the second realm.

"Master Zixiao is about to break through. I never thought or expected that he would hide in this Nine Fire Dragon Glass Bead. Ling Zixiao's mind skills are truly perfect!"

At the same time, the female disciples of Taiwei who were waiting to die looked at the Nine Fire Dragon Glass Beads of their sect.

The blood-red bead began to change color gradually, and a dark yellow aura became stronger and stronger, escaping from the bead and continuously rising. It was light and not condensed, but extremely clear.

Fang Yuxin shouted excitedly:

"Master is about to enter the second realm!"

Countless dying female disciples of Taiwei raised their heads and looked at the bead excitedly.

Unexpectedly, a clear female voice came from the sky: "I'm afraid you are... too happy too early!" It was the voice of the mysterious woman in white.