Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 141 Little Nun

In order to verify his idea, Du Fang did not go to Longqi City first. Now that powerful people were gathered there, what if Longqi City also had such a restriction...

No, as the capital of Nancangzhou, Longqi City must have it.

Otherwise, we wouldn’t have attracted so many high-level monks before.

He had to go to a place with few people to see if his immortal body would attract high-level swordsmen.

Du Fang chose Xingluo City, eight hundred miles away.

The city lord Chen Luo there was already dead, and there were no high-level sword cultivators. He could deal with low-level cultivators even without using his immortal power.

Moreover, Xingluo City is not far from Longqi City, so two days is more than enough.

Thinking of this, Du Fang flew away on his sword.

The golden light pierced the sky, drawing a graceful arc.

Xingluo City is about the same size as Wushuang City, with a population of about 100,000. It is not very densely populated, and is located in the remote area of ​​Nancangzhou, so there are not many cultivators gathered there.

When Du Fang arrived, it was almost dusk.

For fear of attracting attention, Du Fang deliberately stopped far away outside the city and walked in on foot.

When he walked to the entrance of the city gate, two lamas dressed in red and green kept staring at his body.

Feel that malicious gaze.

Du Fang already had a clear idea in his mind:

This kind of restriction exists wherever human beings gather.

His immortal body would be discovered if it approached.

But he was wrong, totally wrong. The two lamas' actions were beyond Du Fang's expectations:

When he walked past the two men, one of the lamas with a square face and wide ears reached out his hand from under his robe and suddenly touched his butt.

With an obscene smile on his face:

"This little nun is so pretty, let's bring her to the temple to play!"

Du Fang only heard a buzzing sound in his ears, but looking at her expression, he almost guessed it. At this moment, his heart was filled with endless disgust. He hated his female body.

But she is so beautiful that she attracts many people.

He suppressed the anger in his heart and walked over.

The lama suddenly smiled, put his left hand around his waist, and shouted, "This girl has such a thin waist!" His other hand went straight to Du Fang's chest.

The other one has already touched Du Fang's butt.

This insulting behavior directly made him furious. With a frosty face, he said coldly:

"You asked for this, don't blame me!" The golden holy sword in his hand flashed, and the four white hands in the Lama's hands fell to the ground with blood.

The two lamas were stunned for a moment, and then their painful roars and screams shook his ears, making a buzzing sound. Their bodies rolled around on the ground in pain, wailing and groaning.

Du Fang was about to kill the two men with one sword.

Suddenly, a charred bamboo pole stretched out from the crowd. The person could not be seen on the pole, but it went straight through the crowd and threw the fishing line over.

The golden fishhook pierced the lama's head with incredible accuracy.

Two white shadows were hooked out, and the hook flew back and fell into a yellow gourd.

The art of collecting souls!

Another ghost cultivator!

On a donkey cart was a black coffin, and on the coffin sat an ordinary-looking, dressed old man.

Without even looking at Du Fang, he carefully put away the fishing hook and rod.

Muttering in his mouth:

"He's going to die anyway, so why not let me have it!"

'drive!'

The donkey slowly pulled the coffin out of the city gate and walked out of the city.

Du Fang pretended not to see it and walked past.

The old man had a mouthful of burnt teeth. When he passed by Du Fang, he suddenly let out an "eh" sound. He squinted his black eyes and stared at Du Fang's forehead.

Du Fang walked straight past him without looking around.

The old man's malicious gaze made him feel that he had exposed his celestial spirit. It seemed that Xingluo City was also crowded with cultivators. If he stayed any longer, he would be in danger.

He did not go into the city anymore, but turned around and walked out of the city.

It is better to have less trouble than more. There should be some powerful seventh-level cultivators from other states in Xingluo City now.

This immortal power in my body must never be used again.

Once used, the consequences will be unimaginable.

He walked slowly, but soon the old man in the coffin caught up with him. The black, shiny coffin shone brightly in the evening light.

Du Fang turned around and saw that they were three carriages, with supplies tied to the two carriages at the back and a dozen bodyguards following in the front.

This is a convoy, and there are also dart flags.

There are many monks escorting the enemy in the Nine Divine Continents.

It is to prevent cultivators from killing people and stealing treasures along the way.

The auras of these people are all at the third or fourth realm. Although not high, it is enough to deal with ordinary monsters, ghosts, and low-level cultivators.

Du Fang pretended not to see it. The cold aura from the old man made him feel uncomfortable all over. He didn't want to cause trouble. Once he summoned the fairy magic power again, something unpredictable would happen.

Du Fang really didn't dare to think about it.

However, disasters often come in an instant. Not long after leaving the city gate, I saw that the number of pedestrians gradually decreased.

The old man immediately drove his donkey to catch up and whipped the ground in front of Du Fang, knocking a stone into the air.

"Fairy, please stay!"

The old man in plain clothes said lightly.

Du Fang glanced at him and vaguely felt someone talking. There was a ringing in his ears, but he didn't hear anything at all. He continued walking forward.

The old man was furious when he saw that Du Fang, a female Taoist priest, dared to ignore his words. He whipped a stone with his whip and threw it towards Du Fang's calf.

He was deaf and didn't hear the flying stone at all. His knees went weak and he was knocked to his knees.

A strong burst of anger burst out in his chest, and he couldn't help but curse:

"Do you really want to die? I'm going to let you go!"

Upon hearing this, the old man suddenly burst into laughter. He laughed heartily:

"Grandpa has been escorting ghosts for decades, and no one has ever dared to speak to me like this. Die, who is going to die? Leave that thing on your head to me!"

The words from the old man's mouth pierced into his sea of ​​consciousness like a needle.

Although Du Fang felt a headache, he suddenly felt that he could hear.

The old man used the sound waves from his mouth to attack his brain and soul.

Du Fang breathed a sigh of relief. Uncle Xuanzhen once told him:

The ghost cultivators among the monks usually use ghostly objects.

Funeral artifacts were too conspicuous, accompanying the dead, like coffins. They would travel by land if possible, never by air. These people usually transported powerful ancient corpses, or artifacts belonging to deceased cultivators found in ruins or ruins.

Such people have always been hated by those who practice Taoism.

He didn't expect that he would offend him at this time, and was coveting the purple wooden tower above his head. That was the artifact used by the Great Pillar State Changying to kill Mo Ling. It could suppress immortals, and its grade had been climbed at least nine times, exuding divinity.

This old man often travels as a ghost escort, so naturally he feels that the magical item above his head is of extraordinary quality.

The old man in plain clothes was holding a fishing rod in his hand and a pipe in his mouth. He had a sinister and strange look on his face and was asking him:

"Little Taoist nun, let me ask you, where did you steal that thing on your head?"

"I am a Taoist priest, your Taoist grandpa, not a Taoist nun!"

Du Fang said with hatred, he hated it most when people said he was a woman. He was already very annoyed, but this person had no taste and was always trying to remind him, especially calling him "Daoist Nun" in a joking manner.

The old man laughed and said, "You look like a woman, yet you call yourself a Taoist priest. Are you mentally ill, or are you a hermaphrodite?"

Du Fang said nothing more, drew out the golden holy sword on his back, turned his body into a whirlwind, and stabbed the old man with the sword.

"go to hell!"

"Oh, you're still angry!"