Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 412: Past, Future, and Dreams

The flying rainbow passed over the northern region and the sea.

Bai Zhi looked at the dry seabed with emotion. More than ten years ago, when she came to Jinghai, the sea was still as vast as the ocean.

As time passed, it completely became the bottom of the sea.

Around Jinghai, some farmers even planted lush green wheat.

At this moment, the changes in the world finally began to take shape in Baizhi's mind.

Without any hesitation, she landed in front of Mo Qingfeng's three thatched huts. Then, she used her palms to pull open the three huts and put Li Yuqing's body down.

Her hands were very light. She took out a necklace made of blue-white jade from her neck and placed it on Li Yuqing's forehead.

Then, the three huts were put back to their original places.

No one could understand what she was doing.

No one knows.

The messy footprints indicate that there had been a fierce fight here, but now there was no trace of human beings.

Bai Zhi picked up Du Fang again and headed towards the huge Jingshen Peak in the center of the sea.

Arriving in front of the perpetually lingering dark yellow aura, Bai Zhi sighed softly, "The Taixuan Sword Sect is truly full of talented people. They've trapped this murderous white fog with their own dark yellow aura. They're both ambitious and capable!"

She did not go in, even though Bai Zhi knew that the top of Jingshen Peak hid a fairyland that had broken out from the fairyland, and even the physical body of the Qing Emperor of their sect was still inside.

But Baizhi didn't want to alert the enemy.

Now is not the time to break into the fairyland.

She hesitated for a moment, then took Du Fang and flew across the Buzhou Mountains in Jinghai, and finally landed at the Wangsheng River.

There was a small boat there and a ferry in front of it.

Bai Zhi placed Du Fang's body on the boat, quietly looking at Du Fang's strange rat-like face, then smiled softly, stretched out her white hand, and moved from Du Fang's hair, to his face, then to his chest, and even to his abdomen, and then down, staying for a while.

To the thighs and calves.

There was a green aura in her palm. Wherever this aura passed, Du Fang's whole body began to change.

His bones began to shrink, and his rat-like face returned to its original appearance on Lingxiao Mountain.

Even the size, the slenderness of the hands and feet, the body hair and the color of the hair are almost exactly the same as before.

Bai Zhi looked at him as if he had dementia.

She stood by the boat, looking at the mirror-like clear water, which reflected her extremely beautiful face, and then glanced at Du Fang who was still in a daze.

This moment is quiet and gentle.

Baizhi lay down gently, and they lay side by side on the boat, looking at the starry sky that filled the boat, the flowing starlight, and the falling meteors.

The night is gentle and beautiful.

The boat floated on the water, and time passed so quickly in the sound of flowing water.

The bright moon rises, hangs in the middle of the sky, and then falls.

The morning mist is starting to rise!

Bai Zhi finally sat up, with a barely perceptible smile on the corners of her pretty lips. At this moment, she was so content.

This night was also the happiest night she had in the past fifteen years.

When the morning light shone on the boat, Bai Zhi stood up.

The gentleness gradually faded, and she hesitantly took out the extremely pure black sword "Chengying", and then placed it under Du Fang's armpit.

She touched Du Fang's face with her bare hands and said softly:

"The divine fetus of the Heavenly Emperor's Holy Son is about to take shape. I know you don't want to be involved in the path of cultivation, nor do you want to be used by others, but this time, the fate of Shenzhou is in our hands. Jiuzhou has been abandoned by the true gods. The only way to survive is to save yourself!"

"If you can truly kill the Son of the Heavenly Emperor and rebuild the path to heaven, I promise to return all this good fortune to you!"

"I'm leaving. You have to live well and take good care of yourself. When I become an emperor, I will take you to the immortal world!"

As soon as the words fell, Bai Zhi's slender figure had reached the shore.

She didn't dare look back, for fear that if she did, she would never be able to leave.

Bai Zhi turned her back to the Rebirth River and waved. After a while, a red immortal sword flew in from the sky and landed on the ground. As the sword fell, it immediately knelt on one knee and bowed to Bai Zhi:

"Golden Gate King Thirteen, meeting the Desolate Lord!"

Under the four great sword slaves, there are Longyuan's purple, white, gold and blue, and the four major gates, which are the sword cultivators in various places. This person is none other than the third-ranked Gold Gate, and the thirteenth-ranked cultivator named Wang.

Bai Zhi looked indifferent:

"Take good care of the young man on that boat and don't let him discover your identity!"

"As ordered!"

As soon as Wang Shisan knelt down, Bai Zhi's body disappeared without a trace.

He looked into the distance blankly, and then his eyes turned to the small boat floating slowly in the river.

It was dusk when Du Fang woke up. He had a very long series of dreams, one after another, endlessly attacking him.

Some scenes that have never appeared when I was awake are rolling through my mind in this dream.

It started from the warm embrace of the mother and ended with her funeral.

My father was put into a jar, in great pain, with bloodshot eyes. Familiar villagers were burned to charcoal in the sea of ​​fire.

The eldest brother was stabbed through the head with a sword, and the niece was drowned in a water tank.

There were also the tragic cries of Lingxiao's disciples and the tragedy of Xuanji Zhenren being nailed to death by himself on the statue of the Three Pure Ones.

The tragic scenes in these dreams kept interweaving and lingering in front of him.

In the dream, Du Fang's heart was almost torn apart. His past and all the painful things began to emerge in the dream.

In his mind, there was the goddess in purple, with charming cherry lips. On the wedding day, under the candlelight in the bridal chamber, she kissed him, and then in the blink of an eye, she tore off the mask on her face, revealing the face of a devil.

She took off her wedding gown, revealing a white dress and black hair, and looked so beautiful from behind.

But her face was even scarier than the scariest demon. Her fangs grew to her chin, her face was covered with white hair, and her bloody red tongue kept licking.

Her sharp teeth and mouth chewed all the blood and essence from her body, and her sharp white nails cut her flesh and skin.

He cut off his own skin, chopped it into pieces, and stuffed the pieces into the bloody mouth.

Then he took out a knife, dug out his consciousness from his brain, and threw it into a transparent bottle. He watched her continue to dismember his flesh and stuff it into her mouth, eating up all the bones and flesh, leaving not a drop behind.

At this moment, his mother, elder brother, and father suddenly opened their wooden doors at the same time.

Don't come in!

go!

Du Fang cried out at the top of his lungs, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something and he couldn't make a single sound.

His eyes were gradually covered by a blood mist, and all he could see were large areas of red!

Du Fang's eyes suddenly opened.

He was awakened by the gentle evening breeze, his mind still on his family, who could not escape the tragic scene of being eaten by the white-clothed demon.

He was in a trance for a long time before he realized that what he had just experienced was just a dream.

The dream was too real, so real that he could empathize with it. His heart felt like it was torn into eight pieces, with sharp needles piercing it. Every time he twisted his body, he felt terribly painful.