Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 228 Ghost Xiu Yuanying

Yu Congxiu first stood out, then turned around and looked at his eldest brother and third brother.

Among the 1,300 disciples of the Iron Fan Sect, no one would submit to the two of them. Not only the disciples, but there were also many elders who were dissatisfied.

If the Iron Fan Gate were handed over to them at this time, it would be a burden that they alone would not be able to shoulder.

At this time, only I can stand up.

He strode out proudly, his voice clear and without a trace of fear, staring at this terrifying ghost clan leader.

"Iron Fan Sect's leader, Yu Congxiu!"

Yu Congxiu looked solemn, with his chest puffed out and his body standing straight like a javelin. As the head of a sect, he was not suppressed by this terrifying aura.

The woman in black frowned and looked at him, saying:

"The armies of our Spirit and Ghost tribes will be passing through here soon. Disperse immediately and I will spare all your lives!"

Hearing such rude words, Yu Congxiu laughed and was about to retort.

The head of the Punishment Hall, Bai, suddenly stood up, pointed at the woman in black, and said angrily:

"What a boast! The Iron Fan Sect has held this place for eight hundred years, and even the ghost ancestors who are more powerful than you have never set foot out of here!"

His huge body stood forward, like an iron tower, and the powerful ghost looked like a baby.

The black-clothed woman's expression turned cold, and she flicked her fingers lightly. Yu Congxiu immediately shouted:

"Come back quickly!"

However, before he could utter a word, Hall Master Bai's expression, which was still filled with anger, suddenly froze, and his entire huge body began to shrink in front of everyone, as if a ghost baby was planted in his body, quickly sucking the blood out of his body.

One of the elders was eager to pull it out, but Yu Congxiu immediately let go and pushed him away, shouting:

"This is evil magic from ghosts, don't touch it!"

Everyone watched helplessly as the elder of the clan's Punishment Hall, Master Bai, who had such a high level of cultivation, was turned into a ball of black charcoal and fell to the ground in the blink of an eye.

The woman in black flicked her fingers again, and the charcoal gradually softened, squirming and turning into a pool of black water. A rain of light fell from the sky.

There was no sound, no scream.

The killing of a powerful person in the Ninth Realm is so terrifying.

This is the scene of a cultivator in the seventh realm dying and returning to heaven.

Seeing such a horrifying scene, countless elders were horrified and retreated in shock. This Hall Master Bai was a famous fighter of the Iron Fan Sect and had just entered the Seventh Realm. He was the most powerful fighter of the Iron Fan Sect. But in the blink of an eye, he was melted into a ball of black water.

Yu Congxiu only took a look and turned his head, his voice very calm:

"Are you one of the two pillars of Jinghai, the woman named Yuan Ying?"

The black-clad woman named Yuan Ying said with an arrogant look and contempt:

"Indeed, ten years ago, I reached the peak of the Ninth Realm and achieved the status of Emperor. Not to mention your small Iron Fan Sect, there is no one in the entire Nancang, Zhengyang, and Taiyuan continents who can withstand a single blow from me."

Yuan Ying looked indifferent and spoke calmly.

It seems that this is a fact known to everyone.

Everyone present knew that she did have this ability.

Yu Congxiu was stunned. According to their intelligence, both the Jinghai clans had made great achievements in cultivation and had practiced Taoism for three hundred years. But now this woman actually said that she was at the peak of the Ninth Realm and had only entered the Ninth Realm ten years ago. It seemed that their Iron Fan Sect's understanding of the three Jinghai clans and the information they had were basically wrong.

But Yu Congxiu wasn't surprised at all. He knew that what this kind of person said was definitely not wrong and he disdained to deceive.

at this time--

This ghost cultivator, who was at the peak of the ninth realm of the ghost clan, looked around with a cold voice:

"Anyone else want to try it out?"

No one responded, and the entire square was suddenly so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Yuan Ying put away her hands, her slender figure walking back and forth in front of everyone: "That's good, the young lady is very kind today, you can all disperse and leave, I won't make things difficult for you!"

Just when Yuan Ying thought she had completely intimidated everyone.

Yu Congxiu suddenly chuckled twice.

"why are you laughing?"

"Young lady, you are too disrespectful to the Iron Fan Sect. When our ancestor of the fan was still alive, the Ghost Clan couldn't cross the Great Wall for over 700 years. Now that our ancestor of the fan is dead, you dare to shamelessly say that the Iron Fan Sect should be disbanded."

"You dare to disobey orders?" Yuan Ying raised her eyebrows.

Yu Congxiu laughed out loud:

"What a joke! You are from the Ghost Clan, and I am a human. There has never been a distinction between superior and inferior. How can you say you are disobeying orders? Go back and gather your army. As long as there is one person from the Iron Fan Gate here, the Ghost Clan will never be able to cross the Great Wall."

His voice was sonorous and his words landed loudly.

He looked like he was on the verge of death just now, but in the blink of an eye he transformed into a leader.

Yuan Ying sneered:

"Well, since you don't obey my orders, today I will let you see the true strength of the Ninth Realm Venerable!"

As soon as the words fell, the slender body turned over and retreated dozens of feet, with both hands spread out. Slender white fingers emerged from the sleeves, and countless blood-colored threads emerged.

The blood-colored thread was swift and agile. Many people were strangled by the thread before they could even move. In an instant, more than a dozen elders in the sixth and seventh realms were lifted up in the air above the square, and the thread began to tighten continuously.

The screams and groans of pain immediately spread throughout the square.

Under this strange silk thread, the Iron Fan Gates' top combat power had no power to resist at all.

Yu Congxiu smiled slightly:

"Do you think that the Iron Fan Sect, having existed for eight hundred years, has nothing to hide?"

He suddenly erupted in a cloud of purple energy, transforming into countless sharp blades that completely severed the red thread. Over a dozen people immediately fell to the ground, clutching their necks and coughing violently.

Yuan Ying flew back and stood on the bone dragon again, saying coldly:

"In the past hundred years or so, the Iron Fan Sect has indeed produced a cultivator at the perfect level. It's a pity that your level is too low, and you are no match for me!"

"Whether we're a match or not, we'll know after a fight. It's too early to tell now."

Yu Congxiu rose up and stood in the air, his whole body surrounded by purple, and his magnificent voice spread throughout the area:

"Disciples of the Iron Fan Sect, follow the Sect Master's orders, form a formation, and slay the evil spirits!"

As his voice spread, countless rays of rainbow light flew out from the fortress. More than a thousand white-robed disciples, holding iron fans, formed a fan-shaped formation again.

"The Jiazi Gate is in place!"

"Bingzi Gate is in place!"

"........."

Countless voices came from afar.

Yu Qinghan's body suddenly flew up involuntarily and landed next to his father. Yu Congxiu placed him behind him and whispered, "Child, please lend me your blood! Today, my father and I will fight the enemy side by side with the power of our ancestral bloodline!"

Yu Qinghan didn't hesitate at all and immediately cut open his arm, and blood gushed out from the artery.

Yu Congxiu put his hands behind his back, and his hands continued to absorb the blood. This was the traditional hemolysis technique of the Iron Fan Sect, which could only be practiced by the sect leader's lineage. If his father were still alive, the third generation of hemolysis would be very powerful and could temporarily sublimate to the extreme realm and enter the ninth realm.

Yu Congxiu knew that Yuan Ying, who was one of the two pillars of the Realm Sea, would never be able to achieve the emperor level. The Three Immortal Slashes were a barrier that was almost impossible for the Ninth Realm strongmen to cross. If it was true as she said, ten years ago, the Spirit Ghost Clan would have been able to cross the Great Wall, shatter the Glazed Curtain of Shan Zu, and enter Zhengyang Continent.

Suddenly, Yuan Ying let out a long, sharp roar and shouted:

——Gongfeng

Countless fierce gusts of wind began to rise from around her. At first, they were just tiny whirlpools, but soon they grew as big as flying clouds, connecting heaven and earth, and scattered on the Great Wall, sucking up countless bone fragments.

Yuan Ying shouted:

Skeleton Storm—Break!

With a flick of his finger, countless whirlwinds carrying bone fragments enveloped the entire promotion fortress.

Countless white-robed disciples hanging in the air had their bodies pierced by these bone fragments immediately, blood spurting out as they fell from the sky.

In just a moment, countless black holes appeared at both ends of the giant fan formation.

Hundreds of disciples were killed without even being able to resist.

At this time, Bai Zhi, who was standing in the distance, stared at this scene blankly. In this ninth-level ghost cultivator of Yuan Ying, she seemed to see an identical Great Pillar of the State.

The same is true for Changying, the great pillar of Nancangzhou.

Even the cultivation spells are exactly the same.

But the look in Bai Zhi's eyes when she looked at her was just a sneer.

This so-called Yuan Ying of the Ninth Realm has only been in the Ninth Realm for ten years. Not to mention compared with ordinary Ninth Realm powerhouses, even compared with Chang Ying who has the Tianxin Mark, she is far inferior.

Thinking of this, a bitter smile appeared on her beautiful face again.

If Du Fang had not chopped him into a cripple with one sword, he would be the strongest man in the three continents now, with countless lives and souls dedicated to him.

There is no one who can fight against him in these nine continents.