Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 314 The Protagonist in the Coffin

The Pavilion Master is the ruler of Penglai Fairy Pavilion, and the scholar in front of him is the mysterious man who gave advice to help his daughter rebuild her body and ascend to heaven.

No wonder the scholar said he was a girl.

The Pavilion Master would say that she is the daughter of the Ye family.

The former True God, now His Majesty the Underworld Emperor, wove in his coffin a scene of past events:

And now, he - Du Fang, is the heir chosen by Shen Tu.

The pain that Ye Liushuang once experienced and the path to becoming a god that she walked.

All will be experienced in him, just like a play.

He is the protagonist tonight. He will perform a play in the burial place of gods for the dead ancestors to watch.

Du Fang tried hard to recall. Since he was Ye Liushuang now, he should have all her memories.

As soon as he thought of this, he immediately began to meditate:

To his disappointment, all the memories were empty.

There was nothing, and he was eager to understand this period of history.

A purple light suddenly rose between his eyebrows.

There was a purple-red lotus leaf in the light. Suddenly, one of the lotus leaves floated down and landed on his immortal platform.

this moment.

Du Fang finally understood.

The memories of the Ghost Emperor Shen Tu are all in the Holy Fire Red Lotus, which is the immortal weapon that the Ghost Emperor used to achieve enlightenment.

After this purple color merged into his immortal platform.

Everything slowly began to become clear, as if it happened yesterday before my eyes.

This is the memory of Ghost Emperor Ye Liushuang

In his mind, a scene that happened not long ago immediately emerged:

But this time, it was much more real than last time, and everything felt like a personal experience.

This feeling is too painful.

The wooden rack for hanging fish, the colorful glass pearls, the familiar green walls and white tiled houses, the vicissitudes of life of relatives, and the fishy smell that may or may not be around.

On the cobblestone streets, there were fishing pitchforks and even the barking of wolfhounds, echoing throughout the town.

It all started to take shape.

Smoke from cooking fires began to rise in the town, and fighting children were called back to be spanked by their mothers, and there were voices calling children to eat.

A tear suddenly appeared in the corner of Du Fang's eye.

This is a fragment of Ghost Emperor Ye Liushuang's memory, but it also reminds him of the Dujiakanzi where he grew up and was familiar with.

But sadness was quickly replaced by fear.

The small town began to rise, hollowed out from the huge island, suspended above the sea, surrounded by misty clouds.

No one can leave this isolated island.

Penglai Fairy Pavilion used its great magic power to force the Ye family to agree.

In Du Fang's memory, the patriarch, with a determined face, waved his cane and shouted angrily at the cultivators in the distance, far away in the white clouds:

"roll!"

Then, disaster began to strike.

A dragon began to rise in this beautiful town. Thousands of houses collapsed and countless members of the Ye family were buried under the rubble.

Swallowed by the cracks.

Hurricanes, heavy rains.

It seemed as if God had specially brought disaster upon this beautiful town.

All the houses, trees, and hunting tools were blown away by the strong wind. The homeless tribesmen were wandering around and staring at the chief's family with resentment.

But no one dared to go beyond the line.

Liushuang's mother was a maid from a distant family of astrologers who married in, and her father was a very capable weapon refiner in the family. Among all the fishermen with the surname Ye in the town,

Only the clan leader's lineage has a large population and outstanding military strength.

At that time, Ye Liushuang had no idea what was going on. No one had ever told her. She didn't understand why the usually kind villagers looked at her with such resentment and hatred.

Until that day, her grandmother took her to the ancestral hall.

He told her everything, even saying that her physique was a rare treasure among thousands of people. Because of this, she was targeted by the people of Penglai Fairy Pavilion, and the family was faced with the disaster of extermination.

When she knew everything,

Only thirteen people were left in the Ye family.

During the month she was under house arrest, her father and uncles and brothers all died at the hands of their fellow townsmen and clansmen in order to protect her.

The mother died of depression.

The old patriarch told her:

"If you hadn't died and God had blessed you to have escaped this disaster, you would have become a great figure in my Ye family in the future!" Then he passed away.

Looking at his younger brother and the only twelve remaining relatives behind him.

Ye Liushuang finally couldn't hold on any longer.

She knew that in the past two months, because of her special physique, her clan had been brought down by powerful cultivators and had even resorted to cannibalism.

Being branches of the same spiritual ghost clan, these powerful cultivators treat the mortals of the same clan in such cruel ways.

That day, Liushuang seemed to have grown up a lot.

From crying, feeling uncomfortable, to feeling numb, and then to feeling unwilling and rising up.

After burying her family, she, already the clan leader, immediately agreed to the request of Penglai Fairy Pavilion.

So, this scholar came to this broken island.

I came alone and asked only one question:

"Are you volunteering?"

"Yes, I volunteer!"

Ye Liushuang's face was calm and her voice was calm.

From this moment on, she is no longer a weak girl, but a warrior carrying the heavy responsibility of revenge.

Du Fang's eyes darkened, a crystal purple leaf flashed, and this fragment of memory began to disappear.

He turned back into the fish form on the previous panel.

The scholar hesitated for a long time in front of the naked woman, then finally shook his head and said:

"This isn't the power of an immortal. This is the Dao wound left behind after a failed ascension!"

He seemed to sense it as well, and the ancient bronze tripod in his hand began to enlarge.

Slowly, the entire center of the room was occupied by this increasingly larger bronze tripod.

At the same time, the runes on the surrounding bamboo slips began to emit a dazzling red light.

Suddenly—the scholar pointed to the sky and shouted sternly:

"It's about time!"

A ray of white light suddenly cut through the dilapidated wooden house.

It was a sword light. Du Fang saw clearly that it was the power of an extremely skilled swordsman. The sword shone with a green light, and with one strike, it broke the roof of the house.

But what greeted them was not the clear sky outside.

But it was a fog like blood rain.

It's not actually fog.

It was the sword energy that caused the blood to evaporate into a blood mist.

With a "bang", a huge object fell from the house.

Watching the scene happening right before his eyes, Du Fang took a deep breath.

He saw clearly that the being split in half before his eyes was actually a giant of flesh and blood.

The wooden house they were in was inside the belly of this flesh and blood giant.

A magnificent sword light cut the flesh and blood giant into two halves, and countless blood was evaporated by the sword light, forming balls of blood-colored mist.

"Then what will happen!"

The scholar shouted loudly, holding a huge black brush in his hand. The brush hairs were blood red, as if they had been stained with countless blood.

The lingering blood mist was gradually led into the ancient bronze tripod in the house under the flying brush.

This flesh and blood giant is too huge.

In just a blink of an eye or two, a huge blood mist filled the room.

The scene in front of Du Fang's eyes had turned blood red.

A strong fishy smell and foul odor lingered in the house.

He couldn't see clearly at all, he could only hear the scholar's strange calls, like a witch performing a shamanic act, wandering around the house.