Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 278 The Ghost Tribe’s Conspiracy

This black mark was simple and unpretentious, like a coin, but it passed through the restriction at the door and flew out directly.

This is something stolen from Longxiong.

When he was pulled back, he had already guessed that it was the old woman who did it. Apart from her, no one else could keep him here.

The only hope now is that Xiaohe was telling the truth before he died.

The two people coming outside the door were indeed the two elders of the Tianlong clan.

Only if these two people held the old woman back could he have a chance to escape.

This is a big gamble. If he loses, he will have to stay here all day.

With a "bang", Du Fang's body fell back into the pavilion where they had had the banquet.

Bai Zhi's uncle had already changed into a completely black funeral suit and wore a black funeral hat, looking like a dead person who had just died in a coffin.

Her eyes were cold as she looked at Du Fang and said calmly:

"I treated you to delicious food and wine, talked with you, and even wanted to marry my niece to you. I didn't expect you to be so cruel and ruthless. You destroyed my Longyuan Sword Sect. Now, when you came here, you even killed my maid. Do you really think that because you are a Tianlong, no one would dare to touch you?"

Du Fang silently dusted off his body, drew out the Chengying Divine Sword, and said calmly:

"You kept me here because you covet the immortal body in me! And..."

"And what?"

"Are you sure that maid is your maid? And not a ghost that was corrupted by the Celestial Dragons?"

He now only hoped that the black mark on Longxiong's body could attract the Nine Realms Elders of the Tianlong Clan. Now that they had fallen out, there was nothing more to say.

Unexpectedly, the old woman sneered:

"You killed six of my maids with one move and even put the blame on the Tianlong clan. Do you really think you can just make up nonsense just by hearing this?"

"Believe it or not, I've already told you what I've said. Furthermore, you, the old immortal trapped in the coffin, want to borrow my immortal blood to regenerate your fleshly body. Do you think I don't know about your wine and nectar? Hehe, I'll tell you today: that's wishful thinking!"

The old woman's face was gloomy and deathly, and she stared at him coldly.

From the maids who had been refined before and the force of the previous attack, which was filled with a strong yin energy, Du Fang had probably guessed that Bai Zhi's uncle should also be a powerful person in the Floating Spirit Ghost City.

Now she was dressed in funeral clothes, the attire of a dead person, which further confirmed the accuracy of his guess.

The old woman's face was filled with gloom, and she gritted her teeth and said, "Hang him, extract his soul, and place it in a vase. When I get the mark, I will concoct him myself!"

A dozen maids immediately surrounded him from behind.

Their beautiful faces had long since faded, turning into the bluish-gray color of a dead person, and their eyeballs were dry and lifeless.

More than a dozen thin black ropes were thrown out from their hands, weaving into a net that covered Du Fang's head.

These black strings were filled with a strong stench of corpses. They were made by sewing together the tendons and skin pulled out from the dead.

Du Fang laughed wildly towards the sky and said with a sly grin:

"Even if I commit suicide, I won't let you guys kill me!"

He bit his tongue, and all the blood in his body flowed out. His seven orifices, pores, and entire clothes were covered in a layer of blood-red.

The old woman stretched out her hand and said coldly:

"Want to die? It's not that easy!"

He pulled Du Fang's entire body out of the net.

A black deathly aura poured in from the top of his head, and in an instant, the blood-red color was completely suppressed.

This attack was almost impossible to resist. Du Fang was surprised to find that his immortal blood and energy had no power to resist in the hands of this old woman.

This is totally wrong.

What went wrong?

He suddenly thought of the cup of Nine Flower Jade Dew Wine. That wine should have more than just the effect of stripping away the soul.

Originally thought, this old woman gave him flower wine, at most wanted to borrow his fairy blood to wash a new perfect body, for this half ghost, half human evil creature.

I am an immortal spirit and can help her cleanse her body.

Unexpectedly, the wine would actually weaken his immortal blood. From the moment he entered the door, Du Fang was confident that even if he could not defeat this terrifying monster of the Immortal Three Slashes, he would be able to escape unscathed.

But now, it seems that I was careless and underestimated this truly powerful person.

No wonder he could explode a ninth-order bone dragon with one finger and scare hundreds of thousands of White Walkers.

Du Fang sighed deeply. The death energy had begun to erode his mind, and everything around him began to become blurry.

At this moment, a loud voice came from the door:

"Wait a minute, these are my people!"

Two huge hands, one black and one white, stretched out from the paper door and grabbed Du Fang's body.

The black copper coin really worked wonders.

Du Fang immediately regained his senses.

The Tianlong clan probably uses this kind of money mark to identify their own people.

He immediately pretended to be a dragon and shouted in surprise: "Elders, you are finally here!" As soon as he finished speaking, two big hands, one black and one white, grabbed Du Fang's body and dragged him out the door.

The old woman smiled strangely, then suddenly exerted force, her hands like octopuses, directly clinging to Du Fang's head. A sharp pain shot through his body, and Du Fang felt as if his body was about to be torn in two.

Two angry roars immediately came from outside the door, and three figures, like lightning, pierced through the restrictions at the door and flew in!

Landed in front of the pavilion.

The two men in front had white hair and beards, ruddy complexions, and the dignity of elders. Behind them stood a woman, wrapped in black clothes, wearing a phoenix crown on her head, and a red scarf covering her mouth. She had a slim figure and a cold look in her eyes.

That look of contempt and indifference made everyone feel cold in their hearts.

Du Fang opened his eyes wide in disbelief and stared at the woman blankly.

The ninth-level peak powerhouse of the ghost clan

——Yuan Ying

This woman is actually a ninth-level expert, one of the two pillars of Jinghai.

'She...didn't she die under that Heavenly Secret Seal? How could she still be here?' Countless questions arose in Du Fang's mind.

He simply couldn't understand how anyone could come out alive under that kind of divine power.

At this moment, these three people exuded a terrifying and oppressive aura, which made the space of this world unstable.

What’s even more terrifying is the coldness coming from Yuan Ying.

Du Fang had fought with her before and knew her level of cultivation, but at this moment he felt that this woman was far more powerful than the old lady who was the hostess here, and the two Tianlong elders.

The strong men of the three tribes in Jinghai did not hesitate to use the lives of their own tribes to summon the evil god and bathe in the god's blood.

Are these six strong men really more terrifying than before after bathing in the divine blood?

He muttered to himself.

The old woman looked calm. She glanced at the most beautiful woman behind her and said, "Xiaoqing, go take care of the girl!"

The maid turned and left.

The old woman didn't even look at Elder Tianlong, her eyes fixed on Yuan Ying behind her, as if she could also sense that the woman's cultivation level had skyrocketed.

Suddenly, the old woman watched her disappear among the flowers, and suddenly she opened her hands, and a green aura came out from her fingertips.

The entire space here suddenly seemed to be cut in half, and the garden bamboo forest, villas, and pavilions began to disappear.

Yuan Ying suddenly stood up and said calmly, "You old immortal, do you think we won't be able to find the Holy Fire Red Lotus like this?"

She actually came for the sacred object of the three tribes in Jinghai, the Holy Fire Red Lotus.

Du Fang retreated silently.

There were four peak-level masters in the ninth realm, and he couldn't intervene here. He was even more unwilling to stand in the middle and be used as a target.

Let's see these two tigers fighting each other.

The old woman stared at her and suddenly laughed, "Venerable Yuan Ying, your plan really fooled everyone!"