Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 191 Divine Ceremony

A fishy and unpleasant smell came from the grass.

Du Fang stood on the avenue, which was built along the lake and was almost endless. However, there seemed to be no one and no carriage on this official road.

When he lowered his head, he was suddenly stunned.

Two clear carriage tracks were heading south on the road - a barrier technique, this was the barrier technique of the elves, invisible to the naked eye.

Du Fang closed his eyes and extended the immortal's blood mixed with his spiritual consciousness.

Suddenly, a carriage appeared on the official road not far ahead. It was pitch black and gorgeously decorated. It was the carriage that the masked woman in black was riding in.

Du Fang suddenly smiled: This little trick can only fool children. He immediately took a step forward and followed. The spirit woman seemed to sense someone watching her from behind and suddenly whipped the horse's butt.

The carriage suddenly started running wildly.

Du Fang immediately jumped into the air and followed slowly. He was very far away and only took a few steps into the air when he was about to be out of the range of his divine consciousness.

He didn't dare open his eyes for fear of losing the trace.

As the carriage was running, it suddenly disappeared from the range of his spiritual consciousness.

Du Fang opened his eyes in confusion and saw the carriage passing through a lush forest. Damn, it was like children playing!

This illusion is just a trick that most people can't see through.

Although this forest grew by the lake, it almost covered half of the lake embankment. The carriage slowly traveled for a long time before gradually walking out of the corridor.

Outside, there is an almost endless sea, and on the white sand, there are a few dilapidated villages faintly dotted.

The surface of this vast lake is almost as endless as the surface of the sea.

Du Fang sighed softly.

There are a few dilapidated houses by the lake. They look very small from a distance, but they look very big when you get closer.

But the strange thing was that there was no one in the huge village, not even a dog barking.

The tasseled carriage stopped in front of the village. The masked woman jumped out and carried the beheaded female corpse down.

The woman placed the female and male corpses in a strange position, took out some unknown flower petals from her bag, and sprinkled them on them. She also poured water over them from the kettle she brought with her.

The two corpses suddenly began to twist and sit up straight.

Du Fang watched secretly from behind, cold sweat breaking out on his palms. Does this woman from the spirit race have the ability to bring the dead back to life?

Can the dead be saved?

At this moment, the flesh and blood monster formed by the fusion of the two corpses slowly melted. Among the melting flesh and blood, a colorful altar emerged from the wriggling flesh and blood.

The masked woman knelt in front of the altar and whispered:

"Your Majesty, the two bone jades have been refined. Please allow me to do so!"

A deep voice came from the altar:

"Sacrifice to the Queen!"

"Yes!" The masked woman knelt down, put on unknown gloves, took out a few spoons from the carriage, and took out pink, blue, and red powders from the bottles and jars, and sprinkled them on the five-colored altar where the flesh and blood were wriggling.

He then used a knife to cut several cuts on their bodies and sprinkled powder into them.

Du Fang was watching from behind the woods, stunned.

I have absolutely no idea what this spirit woman is going to do?

At this moment, the lake water suddenly surged up, and a majestic, vast aura emanated from beneath the surface. The masked woman respectfully took out the red bone jade and placed it on the altar.

Du Fang suddenly felt cold all over. What on earth was this powerful aura? Why was it so terrifying?

The lake water flooded the altar, like a tide, carrying the flesh, blood, the five-colored altar, and the bone jade into the water. The masked woman lay on the ground, not daring to raise her head:

"Farewell, Lord Holy Envoy!"

Du Fang grimaced and sighed. The aura just now was far more terrifying and fierce than the ninth-level aura of Changying, the Great Pillar State. It seemed as if the blood in his body had stopped flowing.

And such a terrifying monster was actually just a messenger in the mouth of the powerful spirit race who was at the peak of the eighth realm!

Who is that Queen, and why does she want this bone jade?

The masked woman packed up everything, stretched out her hand, and directly put the huge carriage into her sleeve.

He glanced at the woods where Du Fang was hiding, and said coldly, "My friend, you've had a hard time along the way. Wouldn't you like to come and have a cup of tea?"

Du Fang just shouted in his heart: Oh no, I’ve been discovered!

Before he could move forward, a red silk thread flew out from under his feet, like two strange snakes, wrapped around his feet and dragged him back.

Du Fang did not dare to struggle. Even if he released his immortal blood and energy at this time, he was no match for this woman. He was already almost two levels behind her.

Moreover, it is not very far from Quzhou City. Once the immortal blood is exposed, it will definitely attract the attention of the powerful people in the Ninth Realm.

You can only outsmart them, not outmaneuver them.

When Du Fang was gathering all the blood and energy in his body, he felt the sand rubbing against his skin on his back. He grimaced in pain and quickly shouted:

"Sister, slow down, slow down, I can come here by myself."

The masked woman snorted coldly and placed him where she had just cut up the corpse.

The stench of corpses made him dizzy. He crawled a few steps out but was pulled back by the woman.

The masked woman said coldly:

"You bastard from the Tiannan Sword Sect, I knew from the beginning that you had bad intentions. You spied on me at the execution ground. You're so bold! You even dared to spy on my Divine Religion rituals!"

This red silk was obviously a ninth-level magic weapon. Du Fang struggled several times with his feet tied, but the silk did not seem to be made of rope. The more he struggled, the tighter it became, almost cutting into his flesh.

Du Fang could only smile and say, "Sister, let's talk it over. Can you please loosen the rope first?"

"If you have to fart, do it quickly. After you're done, we'll feed you to the animals!" The woman raised her eyebrows and shook the red rope in her hand, tying Du Fang tightly.

Du Fang said, "Actually... I was saying... I was attracted by your beauty, so I couldn't help but follow you. I don't know anything about the Tiannan Sword Sect..."

The woman interrupted him and said, "Do you believe that? It seems that you don't know how powerful it is unless you use some tricks!"

In her slender white hands, a rouge box emerged from her sleeve, and a very refreshing chill emanated from the box.

Du Fang suddenly got a chill:

"Are you scared? If you are, just tell me the truth and it won't cost me any more of my spirit insects!"

Du Fang laughed and said, "I'm not afraid of a thing!"

The woman was furious and opened the box directly. A green furry insect, only the size of a fingernail, flashed with a cold luster. It squirmed twice and suddenly its body was like lightning, heading towards Du Fang's nose.

Du Fang immediately stepped back in shock, and a dark green Dao diagram appeared on his palm. This was Lingxiao's authentic swordsmanship, which was learned from the Nine Sword Techniques and integrated with Lingxiao's Dao diagram to transform into a sword.

Although there was no power from immortals, a small dark green sword flew out from the Dao diagram and cut the spirit insect in half.

The masked woman screamed:

"Dare to kill my spirit insect!"