Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 306 Fantasy Sword Sect Li Xueying

The man at that time howled to the heavens, his laughter filled with desolation: "I am the same age as you...? ...Haha, I have lived for 1,400 years, and this is the first time I have heard such a joke!"

This person pretends to be the Emperor of Hell.

But he was frightened away by the sword light.

With the power of dream weaving, Youhuang transformed Mo Qingfeng from Du Fang's memory and brought him into the path of God's trial.

You Huang never thought that this crazy Holy Envoy of the Netherworld would be possessed by someone, and that the words "fourteen hundred years" were actually true. She would never have thought that the words spoken from the mouth of a madman would actually be true.

He pretended to be crazy for more than a thousand years just to wait for this moment.

And Youhuang, the last dream weaver, actually died at his hands.

Du Fang was so angry that he couldn't help but take action, but Bai Zhi suddenly held him down.

The voice was calm, looking at the figure in red:

"The sword is right here, and the man is here too. Why are you standing there? Why don't you come and get it?"

The red-clothed figure looked at her with a cold gaze, but did not move.

Bai Zhi said, "This space is suppressed by divine energy. You are just an ordinary person here. Do you think you can instill fear in him with just two words?"

The red-clothed figure's eyes suddenly stared at Bai Zhi blankly, and suddenly his whole body began to tremble:

"You...you look like her!"

"Of course, Empress Qinghua is the founder of my Longyuan sect."

"What's your name?"

"Bai Zhi, surnamed Bai, given name Zhi!"

Bai Zhi said in a sonorous and powerful voice.

The red-clothed figure suddenly trembled with excitement: "You, you are her great-granddaughter, you... you have her blood flowing in your body. No wonder, no wonder, Mo Hen, as an immortal soldier, can be integrated into your dragon spine!"

"You're wrong. Although I don't know your name, the Qinghua Empress's surname is Li, and mine is Bai. We have no blood relationship!"

The red-clothed figure gnashed his teeth, his voice and actions filled with resentment.

"You seem very angry?"

Du Fang laughed and said that this mysterious man who had just wanted to kill him suddenly became much more interested in Bai Zhi than in himself.

The figure in red ignored him and walked up to Bai Zhi.

Two balls of fireworks ignited in a pair of blood-red eyes.

"Li Qinghua's common name is Bai. I've known her for two hundred years, childhood sweethearts. How could I not recognize her? Smell the aura of your bloodline; it's exactly the same as hers!"

"So what if it is? Our ancestors brought you to this blessed land, but you have neither the opportunity nor the ability, and you are trapped and die here. Who can you blame?"

Bai Zhi's voice was full of disdain.

"There's no chance. Hehe, take me into this blessed land? Hehe, ask Li Qinghua, if it weren't for me, could she have come in? If it weren't for me, could she have left?"

"who are you?"

Looking at the man who was almost out of control, Du Fang immediately stood in front of Bai Zhi, fearing that he would kill Bai Zhi with one claw. The scene of You Huang's death just now was still vivid in his mind.

The figure in red took off the cloak on his head, revealing a horrified and terrifying face.

His face was half rotten bones and half rosy skin, as if someone had slashed it diagonally with a sword.

Completely kill the life on half of his face.

His voice was hoarse and unpleasant, filled with grief and indignation. "Li Xueying, Bai Qingyu, these two names, you must have heard of them since you came from Jiuzhou?"

Du Fang's body suddenly trembled: "You...you are the founder of the Thousand Illusions Sword Sect—Li Xueying?"

More than a thousand years ago, in the Jiuzhou Continent, the seven great sword sects were not numbered seven as they are now. At that time, in the Qingxuan Continent, the most powerful sword sects were only two.

One is the Taixuan Sword Sect, and the other is the Qianhuan Sword Sect.

That was an era when sword cultivation rose to prominence. Ever since the art of refining weapon spirits emerged, countless sword masters emerged, established sword sects, and absorbed top talents from all races.

The Taixuan Sword Sect governs the three continents north of the Jinghai, while the Qianhuan Sword Sect governs the land south of the Jinghai.

One thousand four hundred years ago, Li Xueying of the Qianhuan Sword Sect suddenly disappeared, and the Qianhuan Sword Sect fell apart, becoming a small sword sect today, almost the same as Lingxiao, and no longer having the divine glory of the past.

However, this thousand-year-old sect is powerful after all and has not split up. Relying on the sword techniques passed down from generation to generation, it has barely become one of the four major sword sects.

The strongest Taixuan Sword Sect was split into three, becoming the Taixuan, Taishang, and Taiwei Sword Sects.

In the past, the strength of these two major sword sects could even overwhelm the great pillar states of the Nine Continents, and the most outstanding sword cultivators emerged in their sects one after another.

After more than a thousand years of evolution.

The seven most powerful sword sects in Jiuzhou began to emerge——

Taixuan, Taishang and Taiwei occupy the north of Jinghai. These three major sword sects are mysterious and unpredictable, and the sword practitioners in their sects rarely appear in the south of Jinghai.

But everyone who practices swordsmanship knows that these three great sword sects are extremely powerful and dominate the six continents.

There are three continents south of Jinghai. At the junction of the three continents of Jinghai, there are four major sword sects, Changqing, Guiyuan, Qianhuan, and the last one is Longyuan.

No one could have imagined that the most extraordinary genius, founder, and desperate warrior of the Qianhuan Sword Sect, which was once as famous as Taixuan, would appear in the Netherworld Scroll and be trapped and dead for more than a thousand years.

But Du Fang felt unfamiliar with the name Bai Qingyu.

He had never heard of this name in legends or ancient books.

I think this Bai Qingyu should be Bai Zhi's ancestor, the former Empress Qinghua.

Li Xueying's teeth were half exposed, and air leaked out when she spoke:

"Just remember my name. It's been gone for over a thousand years. The woman who abandoned me here is called Bai Qingyu!"

His eyes fixed on Bai Zhi's face:

"After Bai Qingyu left here, she wanted to rely on the will of all living beings to become an immortal. She even changed her name, taking my surname, leaving the 'Qing' character in her natal name. She was posthumously named the Qinghua Empress. Hehehe, Empress, what a majestic title! No mortal cultivator in this world has ever dared to call herself an empress, but Bai Qingyu has the guts and courage to do so!"

"She wanted to ascend, but she misunderstood the will of heaven and earth. The orphans of the Emperor of Heaven haven't awakened yet, and the road to heaven hasn't opened yet. How could it possibly be her turn?"

Bai Zhi sneered:

"Why are you talking nonsense? Kill me if you can!"

She suddenly pulled away, and a blood-red sword was pulled out from the dragon's spine. Du Fang looked at her skillful method and said in astonishment:

"You...you also know how to take the sword!"

Bai Zhi ignored him and stared at the man in red in front of her.

Li Xueying chuckled a few times:

"I can't kill you here, but don't forget, here live the evil spirits of the Linggui clan who died unjustly ten thousand years ago. They were all witnesses of the apocalypse, watching their own clan being annihilated by the Emperor of Heaven. These evil spirits have been corroded by the Yin energy for ten thousand years, and they won't let go of even a trace of your flesh and blood!"

Li Xueying laughed and turned around, walking towards the town.

Bai Zhi suddenly said, "If they can't let us go, will they let you go?"

"What do you think I've relied on to survive for over a thousand years in this Netherworld? Besides the blood and essence of the temple's exotic beasts, I also have the spiritual power of this evil spirit. Just wait, this time, I will personally kill Bai Qingyu's hope and completely destroy it!"

Li Xueying's figure disappeared into the depths of the ancient town.

At the place where it disappeared, stands a stone archway.

Du Fang followed silently. On the archway were four large blood-red characters:

Burial Cloud Town

Except for those four words, the rest of the place was covered with moss.

The strange red paint looked like the bright red blood of the human body. After being washed by the rain, even drops of it fell off.

Thousands of years of wind and frost seem unable to erase the marks on this archway.

Du Fang sincerely praised:

"Even after being suppressed, the former Ascendants were still so terrifying. This little world is no different from the outside world!"