Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 227: The Ghost Tribe's 9th-Level Bone Dragon

Yu Congwen shook his head gently and looked at him with a gentle expression:

"Nephew, don't blame your uncles. Don't you think about the more than one hundred brothers who died in the Iron Fan Sect because of your father and son's mistakes? Among those deceased disciples and elders, who didn't have a wife and parents? It was because of your father and son's momentary greed that so many families were forced to flee and live on the edge of the world!"

Yu Congwen became more and more excited as he spoke, his face full of indignation:

"Tomorrow there will be a bloody battle. Just because of the mistakes of you and your son, countless brave men of the Iron Fan Gate will die here and become food for those monsters. Don't you feel any guilt at all?"

Yu Qinghan felt a chill in his heart. He would never have thought that his beloved uncles and aunts would blame him and his son at this moment.

He had originally hoped that these two most respected elders would speak for him and his father. Many disciples wanted to save his father, but they were suppressed by the most familiar strangers in the name of law and justice.

His whole body went cold, and he used his only remaining left arm to help his father up. His eyes were full of hatred, and he swept his cold gaze over the two of them, saying coldly:

"From now on, you—Yu Congwen, you—Yu Congwu, you two will no longer be my uncle and uncle-in-law. I, Yu Qinghan, am a man of blood and have no relatives as cold-blooded as you!"

Yu Congwen chuckled disdainfully and turned to look at Master Bai:

"Whatever you think, I don't want a useless nephew like you. Master Bai, the punishment is not over yet. The headmaster can still hold on. It's your turn to continue!"

At this time, Master Bai's old face was half red and half white, and he felt very uncomfortable.

He was like a mouse in a sealed box. If he continued to carry out the execution today, he would completely offend the future young leader. If he did not continue, he was an elder of the Punishment Hall, and the leader's brothers were constantly urging him on.

Elder Bai picked up the knife, his hands began to tremble, but he didn't know whether he should cut it or not.

Although the sect leader Yu Congxiu was at the eighth level of perfection at this time, he was unwilling to resist with luck. If the third level punishment was given, he would surely die instantly. Many people in the sect were dissatisfied with the two elders, and by then, they might start fighting among themselves before the enemy arrived.

As Elder Bai stepped forward, Yu Da's expression suddenly became one of terror and surprise, and he screamed, "Listen... that... what is coming?"

Yu Congwu said angrily:

"Don't interrupt the punishment! Stand aside!"

Just as he was about to reach out and push him, suddenly, everyone's expression became as strange as his, and their eyes looked towards the north at the same time.

In the cold night sky, there was a sound that seemed to be the flapping of birds' wings. All the breath between heaven and earth rose and fell, inhaled and exhaled, with the flapping of these wings.

Hall Master Bai's expression changed drastically, and his body began to tremble:

"It's the bone dragon! The bone dragon from the sea is coming!"

Countless eyes in the square immediately turned to look at the icy lake in the northern night sky:

In the distant sky, a huge wing swept across the ice lake, carrying a vast and surging breath, tearing the ice into pieces. The ice surface smashed into the water, stirring up countless waves, sweeping over from the lake and the mountains below.

In an instant, the space between heaven and earth was filled with the sound of roaring waves.

Huge blocks of ice, fanned by the wings of the cold sea water, surged from the foot of the mountain, flooded over the Great Wall of Steel, and plunged into the city wall.

Behind the surging waves, two huge wings were so vast and boundless that they almost covered the entire Great Wall. The black shadow completely enveloped the promotion fortress like a dark cloud.

Everyone was stunned, looking at this strange beast that exuded the aura of the ancient times.

That terrifying and ancient murderous intent emanated from its body, shocking all the human cultivators, causing their legs to tremble and their bodies to shake involuntarily.

A strange beast from ancient times!

A prehistoric divine object that is almost comparable to the ninth-level sword cultivators of the human race would actually appear here.

The powerful beings from the Spirit and Ghost tribes that everyone was worried about have finally arrived.

As soon as he appeared, he gave a shock that made everyone almost unable to close their mouths.

This prehistoric beast, rarer than even a ninth-rank sword cultivator, could actually be controlled by a powerful ghost. Everyone's eyes began to glaze over.

The terrifying pressure brought by the Ninth Realm Divine Beast made everyone's breathing and blood flow slow and uncomfortable.

Many of the Iron Fan Sect's fourth-level disciples began to bleed from all seven orifices and their bodies kept retreating backwards.

The huge bone dragon folded its wings, and the pressure between heaven and earth suddenly disappeared, and all the waves it had created returned to calm.

Everyone stared with eyes wide open at the huge, surging bone dragon that was perched on top of the Great Steel Wall.

There was blue starlight on its crystal white wings, its skeleton was glossy and vast, flashing with strange magical power, its two red eyeballs were made of unknown substance, shining like lanterns, and between its nostrils was a magnificent white aura with every breath it took.

"Is this the bone dragon above the sea? When did the ghost tribe attract such a terrifying thing?"

Some are questioning, some are retreating.

Everyone was shrinking and trembling uncontrollably in front of this ancient and terrifying creature.

As a disciple of the Iron Fan Sect, almost everyone knows that this kind of flying beast can only be seen in a place 30,000 miles high in the Endless Sea, where one can almost touch the starry sky of the universe.

That airspace is a forbidden area for human monks.

No one expected that such a terrifying creature would be subdued by the powerful ghosts and become their mount.

Because, everyone at this moment saw that horrifying scene:

On the top of the dragon's head, a slender woman in black, wearing a phoenix crown and a red scarf, was staring at a group of people in the square with extremely cold eyes. Her cold and contemptuous eyes were as if she was looking at a group of ants.

——Yuan Ying

One of the legendary two pillars of Jinghai, a powerful man who has reached the ninth level, has finally arrived. He came so quickly that it was beyond everyone's expectations.

The leader of the Iron Fan Sect, Yu Congxiu, stood up with the help of his son and stared at the ghost in front of him that was emitting a terrifying aura.

This ancient dragon is a prehistoric alien species that survived the shattering of the prehistoric world. It was eroded by the yin energy of the Endless Sea for tens of thousands of years, and its flesh and blood disappeared, gradually turning into a giant white bone dragon.

It always roams over 30,000 miles, and it is difficult for ordinary cultivators to see its appearance. Each of these ancient alien species has extremely great and terrifying power, which is equivalent to the power of a ninth-level cultivator of the human race.

According to the legends of the Nine Divine Continents, few people can tame this creature.

And now, the ninth-level powerful beings of the Ghost and Spirit tribes are actually riding it. No one dares to imagine what this means.

The woman in black glanced at everyone coldly, flew down from the dragon head, and landed in the square.

Her figure was like a fairy, but the coldness on her body made everyone shiver!

Her cold eyes swept over everyone, and everyone who was caught in her gaze shuddered.

"Who is the leader here? Come out!"