Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 288 Sword Soul Enters Dragon Spine

Du Fang's body fell directly down.

This place seems like an abyss, bottomless and dark, without a trace of light.

Suddenly, his body paused and bumped into a soft, wet body of some unknown monster.

Du Fang held on for a moment and immediately jumped up.

The place where he was was different from the darkness just now. There was a faint light in this space, which seemed to be a cave, and the thing standing there in flesh and blood seemed to be a monster.

Du Fang held his breath and tiptoed lightly, fearing that he would disturb the monster beneath him. Then, the light in front of him became brighter and brighter.

These tiny lights, like insects, finally formed a face.

A face.

An illusory human face condensed in the air, with distinct features and even long black hair.

There was nothing around except that face, staring at him with no expression at all.

Du Fang gasped inwardly, wondering, what the hell was this thing? Where was he?

My heart trembled, and suddenly a sentence flashed through my mind.

That is what You Huang said before leaving:

The temple is currently hanging three thousand feet below the sea. As long as the lights are on, the temple exists. If you do not want to enter the underworld and be reborn, you will be trapped and die in the black soil under this city.

This sentence was very clear. When the woman Youhuang who had just led him said it, he didn't believe it at all. Looking at the ghost face in front of him and the wet thing under his feet, Du Fang finally believed it.

I should be three thousand feet underground, which is the so-called underworld.

The underworld, the temple, the vengeful spirits?

How did the bronze coffin disappear just now? What pulled me down?

Are those white, ghostly things before my eyes really the resentful spirits of legend? Why are they completely different from what folklore tells us?

He had seen ghost cultivators controlling vengeful spirits.

Even sword sects like Long Yuan can manipulate evil spirits.

But what he saw now was completely different from the vengeful spirit he had seen before.

Its body is almost the size of a firefly, with a dim luster, and not even a trace of spiritual energy can be felt.

Du Fang had countless doubts in his mind, but he couldn't find any answers.

The world he lived in was completely different from the one we see today. In the world above, there was bright sunshine, lush green grass, herds of cattle and sheep, and bustling markets.

But here it was dead silent, without a sound at all, not even the sound of running water.

At this moment, the face that had been motionless for a long time floated towards him. Du Fang finally heard a sound, the buzzing of a mosquito, coming from the hair on his ghost face.

Du Fang forced himself to calm down. Panic at this time would only make him fearful, and fear would lead to countless wrong judgments.

Without a sound of wind, the person's long, dark hair suddenly rose up without a breeze. A face with disheveled hair appeared before his eyes.

This is not a vengeful spirit!

He finally saw the "hair" of the ghost face. They were extremely thin, tiny black flying insects, each insect was one-fifth the size of a mosquito, and there was a thin thread connecting them together.

Sometimes she poses with her hair loose like a cape, sometimes with neat bangs, and sometimes with her long hair flying in the wind.

Du Fang breathed a sigh of relief. Since it was not a ghost or undead spirit, but a living creature, he didn't have to be afraid.

His body was still wet. He touched it with his hand, sniffed it, and couldn't help frowning. There was a fishy smell of pus and blood, which seemed to be from a rotting corpse, but also not.

Du Fang touched forward again and felt something hard, like bone. With the help of the white light, he finally saw where he was.

A giant fleshy tree about three meters square, with hard bony white branches under his feet, so thin that they were almost transparent. On these transparent papers, countless thin white silk threads grew out, almost as thin as the tip of a needle, and two of them were even wrapped around his feet.

Du Fang finally figured it out.

He was pulled down by the white silk and had clarified a doubt. Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, the bright white spots in front of his eyes suddenly changed rapidly and turned into a skull-like shape.

Du Fang was startled and couldn't help climbing up. He slipped and almost fell out.

He hurriedly used his hands and feet to sit back, away from the ghost face.

"Humanity!"

A loud noise suddenly rang out, almost piercing his eardrums. The sound shocked his mind and made him unable to recover for a long time.

A sharp pain came from the head.

Du Fang gritted his teeth and held on for a long time before he finally figured it out.

A sound suddenly came out of the ghost face's mouth. Before Du Fang could react, the white lights in front of him suddenly screamed and scattered, avoiding the white light falling from the sky.

Five sharp white lights suddenly pierced his head.

Du Fang hurriedly moved forward in agony, but the five white lights were so sharp that he couldn't dodge them. In the blink of an eye, five pale nails touched his body and immediately retracted, and he let out a scream of pain.

He didn't dare to make a sound, and didn't know what was happening. He just felt a warm warmth on his vest, flowing through his whole body, and he felt indescribably comfortable.

The scattered white lights gathered together again to form a ghost face, which gasped softly. After less than half a moment, it said:

"Sure enough, Third Mo has a good plan for you!"

"What's on me?"

Du Fang didn't understand what was going on and asked in confusion, "What are you talking about? It's so confusing. If you want to say something, just speak clearly!"

The voice said coldly:

"I will trap you in this prison until you die, refine your bones, and extract the ancient sword spirit!"

Du Fang was even more confused. He had been practicing swordsmanship all his life, but had never heard of the sword spirit. The sword was a dead object, and only the spirit of the weapon could be cultivated. As for the soul, it was something only living beings could possess.

How can a dead object have a soul?

Why does this voice say that the sword spirit is in itself?

No, sword spirit, ancient sword spirit!

He suddenly understood and hurriedly touched the Chengying sword on his back. He had always carried this sword with him, but at this moment, it suddenly disappeared.

In an instant, Du Fang felt a chill.

I don't even know when the sword was taken away.

The sinister voice said again:

"As expected, the sword spirit merged into the dragon spine, and the sword spine disappeared!"

"You are the fairy Du Fang, right?"

Before Du Fang could answer, there was a whistling sound above his head. The whistling sound was too fast and too swift, and he had no time to dodge. He just took a glance and saw that in the whistling sound, five dark white fingers were stabbing towards his body again.

This time Du Fang finally saw it clearly. It was a hand, a dead person's hand. The bones were white and shining with bright light. It was like five sharp arrows, piercing into his body.

But after the bone was inserted, there was no pain at all.

On the contrary, a warm feeling came from his back again, and the white hand bones immediately screamed miserably and retracted.

A low groan of pain was heard, and a dim firelight lit up. As the fire rose, a strange and unbelievable figure stood up.

The figure had a pale face and raised eyebrows. He looked like a charming woman, but also like a young boy.

Du Fang looked at him in surprise and asked:

"Were you the one who spoke just now?"