long night walk

In the deep-sea giant mountain of desire, 99's soul was broken, as if it had been cut into countless dust particles.

Her aura here is everywhere, but it can be sensed like wind and sand, but it can't be caught.

Among the thousands of identical faces, there is not a single flaw. Under the gaze of these countless identical faces, even though this face is born beautiful.

The facial features are as beautiful as the vivid oil paintings drawn by the most powerful painters in the world.

But in this world, no matter how beautiful things are, they will inevitably bring a strange spiritual fear to people after they are piled up into a certain terrifying amount.

Under the rendering of the power of the evil god, those faces seemed to be tainted with divinity, not to mention that the true ancestor evil god itself possessed an extremely powerful and terrifying ability to pollute the mind.

Under the intense gaze of so many faces and eyes, a normal person's soul would tremble uncontrollably and go mad.

Even if he doesn't die, he will definitely be desperate to die, or under the pressure of this horror, he desperately wants to escape everything and leave here.

Being able to think about every moment of breathing in such an environment is all about courage.

But even so, Bai Lian still found this face that was also polluted by the power of evil gods and exuded divinity among the mottled faces of thorny walls.

Under the gaze of countless pale sculpture-like faces, the atmosphere around Bai Lian became strange and blurred.

But Bai Lian's eyes were still quiet, like two deep pools.

He lifted the fingers that were entangled with branches, and the vines entangled with branches and willows slid rapidly and strangely on the surface of Bai Lian's body, as if they wanted to bind him even tighter.

Bai Lian's body was pulled back violently, and his fingers that wanted to touch the face in front of him were in vain. His pale fingertips could only brush a strand of cool hair floating slowly on her forehead.

Under the tremendous force of the thorns, Bai Lian was uncontrollably thrown into the gap behind him.

"Chi!" There was a sound of a sharp object cutting into the flesh.

The turbulent wind that poured into the cracks in the thorns rolled up several strings of blood beads, and Bai Lian bumped his shoulder heavily, hitting half of his shoulder heavily on a sharp sword thorn growing from the edge of the crack .

His hands, which had turned into white bones and had not yet produced blood, tightly grasped the sword thorn, and his body shook violently.

There was only a click, and Bai Lian forcibly dislocated his shoulder bones, and stuck the sword stabbing tightly.

No matter how powerful the thorns twisted around his body were, he was still hanging firmly on the edge of the huge crack.

The voice of the True Ancestor Evil God resounded from this strange echo again: "I have never seen a person like you, you can no longer impose karma, I kindly spare your life, but you want to ask for death."

A low and deep laugh came from Bai Lian's throat:
"Don't say that, Lord Cthulhu, it's alright for human beings to have prejudices against us corpse demons. As a Lord Cthulhu who has no taboos, you can't treat them differently. I'm the only one who is picky about me."

He grasped the sword stab tightly with both hands, and pulled his body back into the space inch by inch with both arms.

Until the cracks in the thorns behind him slowly closed, Bai Lian's palms burst out with strong energy, breaking the sword thorn.

He pulled out the half of the spike from his body.

When he raised his head and looked towards the wall of thorns, the countless faces seemed to hide himself intentionally.

The thorns swam and entangled, submerging the faces again.

And the aura belonging to 99 has become increasingly blurred and difficult to capture.

Like thousands of fine sands sinking into the ocean, even under the pollution and corrosion of the evil god's desire, even the face 99 herself would forget who she was, unable to distinguish the difference between herself and those thousands of fragments.

Because among those fragments, almost every one was contaminated with the breath of her soul.

Wanting to find the real 99 among these billions of fragments is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack.

The thorns are closed, and everything is silent.

Under countless faces, countless bodies began to emerge.

This huge sword mountain seemed to have become a huge testing platform for a while.

And the countless 99s are like dolls that have just been copied and created on the test bench.

There is no slight difference in each one.

The consciousness of the True Ancestor Evil God was completely submerged in the soul flavor that only belonged to 99, like a pool of thick black ink completely smeared in a pool of water.

When ink and wash blend together, how can we distinguish between black and white?

Looking at Bai Lian, who stood on the wall of thorns, even though his body was covered with scars and countless pistil flowers grew out, he refused to leave.

The True Ancestor Evil God seemed to feel bored.

"That woman Xuefu not only left the power of the talisman in your body, but also seems to have prepared the key to open the Ying Cage for you.

That puppet has your imprint on it, so it's no wonder that you were able to find her just now with the breath of the loop of the soul. "

"But it's a pity." The True Ancestor Evil God said quietly: "Just now, I have erased the mark you left on her, and her soul has completely melted into this holy mountain."

"Here, there is no one you want to save."

"The reason why you can see these puppets is because I want you to see them. This is the product of the body container I gave you and lost the soul."

"You can have as much as you want."

Bai Lian smiled: "That's really a lot of generosity from Lord Evil God."

The voice of the True Ancestor Evil God continued to echo indifferently, directly invading Bai Lian's mind and consciousness:
"Since you don't care about life and death in the world, and are willing to sink and degenerate for a woman here, I will do what you wish."

The laughter in Bai Lian's voice became louder again: "Master Cthulhu, don't you think you talk too much?"

He casually patted the non-existent dust on his body, and raised his deep eyes to look at the surging thorns.

"The desire of the True Ancestor Evil God is direct and cruel, but you are showing off your city at this moment, and you are coercing and luring me to leave here."

"I may not be able to prevent you from devouring the world if I go to the outside world, but I will definitely be able to hinder you when I am here."

Bai Lian's expression was calm, but in his black pupils, there seemed to be waves surging dangerously above the stormy sea:
"With my strength, I can't stop your coming to this world. You can devour all living things in the world as much as you want, and I... the target at this moment is very accurate, and she is the only one."

Whether it was the true ancestor evil god who was trying to mess with him intentionally or not, Bai Lian felt that since he was able to stand here safely after so long, it meant that the facts were as he had guessed.

The real harm caused by the true ancestor evil god is not high, and the more terrifying is the spiritual harm.

And if it wants to cause powerful and substantial harm to this world, the premise must be to occupy a powerful physical body in order to borrow its powerful power.

Even though 99 seemed to have sacrificed everything about herself, including her soul, it was impossible for her city to hold back everything behind her.

The True Ancestor Evil God absorbed her soul, but did not occupy Duoshe 99's body in its ideal time.

Even the True Ancestor Evil God was still faintly afraid of Bailian approaching 99, and even used his power of evil god to control the soul, and copied tens of thousands of 99 in this space to prevent him from approaching.

As if aware of Bailian's thinking, the speed of the thorns swimming around became faster and faster, and clusters of sharp swords grew densely like a jungle.

Bai Lian took a deep breath, took off the pot of moonshine wine from his waist, and poured it into his belly with his head raised.

The liquor turned into a high-concentration aura that traveled through the limbs and bones of the body, and filled a pot full of Moonshine Wine into the stomach, as if directly swallowing a whole spiritual vein.

Its spiritual power is so turbulent and majestic, if it weren't for the fact that Bai Lian now has a cultivation base of the god level, the sturdiness and storage of the spiritual power nodes are far better than before.

Otherwise, if this sip is poured down violently, as in the past, even the body of a corpse demon may not be able to withstand this surge of spiritual power irrigation, and will directly cause serious injuries.

After swallowing the last sip of Moonlight Wine, Bai Lian's pale face flushed instantly, and ferocious veins popped out of his delicate face, and the seven spiritual power nodes in his body began to emit pure white and bright light.

The nodes began to turn into seven huge spiritual vortexes, which emitted the sound of rising and falling tides.

The punctured wound on the shoulder has been effectively stopped soon, but to Baili you, spiritual power is not the healing power of blood after all.

The flesh and blood consumed by his palms still failed to grow.

But Bai Lian didn't care about these.

He spread out his palms and drew out the Tiance Junshan Sword, with the same expression on his face.

Bai Li'an raised his hand and raised his sword, the edge of the sword rested between his arms, he suddenly exerted force, pressed the edge of the sword against his skin, and shaved it down suddenly.

The stamens of the vine branches growing from between the arms were all cut clean, but those thin vines seemed to have assimilated into the meridians and blood vessels in Bai Lian's body.

Even though it was chopped off, it can be seen that a large amount of blood spurted out from those roots.

"Fool, this flower of desire has already taken root in your flesh and blood, and has become one with your body.

The stem of this flower is your blood, your flesh, your tendons, your veins, destroying this flower is tantamount to cutting off your own limbs. "

Bai Lian also listened carefully to the words of the true ancestor evil god, then changed his hand bloody, repeated the action just now, and shaved off all the vine branches and young flowers growing between his right arm and body .

Soon, he became a blood man.

The severe pain of shaving flesh and bone made Bailian's body tremble slightly, but his hand holding the sword was still extremely steady, and his voice was still calm and indifferent:

"These stalks are affecting my mind, and I have to get rid of them."

The voice of the true ancestor evil god sneered: "The flowers irrigated by my desire are endless. Unless you shave off all the bones in your body, otherwise, these flower stems and vines will grow again in a short time."

The bright red blood slowly fell along the blade, leaving strings of traces on the ground.

Bai Lian raised his blood-stained arm, and the sword edge slashed down smoothly, splitting a hole in the wall of thorns blocking the way in front of him.

It can be vaguely seen that the hole is bottomless, and it is covered with a large area of ​​jet-black crystal clusters, like reeds and shrubs, surrounded by a long stream of swords, and the light of desire in various shapes shuttles through it, as if connected to hell. The entrance to the abyss.

Bai Lian raised his foot without any wavering on his face, stepped into it, and walked in.

He said calmly and calmly: "As many as they are born, I will cut off as many as possible."

"How long can you endure such repeated torment and pain no matter how strong your mind is?"

"As long as it lasts, that is."

Bai Lian went deep into it without hesitation, surrounded by the sea of ​​thorns coming from all directions, he waved the sword in his hand without changing his face.

hack.

hack.

hack.

hack...

Until the density and power of those thorns that are so dense that they are suffocating and desperate are entangled, and the density and force are a little larger.

Bai Li'an would wipe the sword from his wound, stained with blood, and when he swung the sword again, the blood stained between the blades would suddenly burn into flames.

The sharp edge of the sword cut through the thorns, and the flames exploded from the edge of the sword, burning a large area of ​​the sea of ​​thorns and flowers surrounding it in all directions, and burning a path.

Bai Lian continued on with a blank expression.

If the body starts to itch, it means that the seeds of desire rooted in the bones are beginning to sprout and grow again, and Bai Lian ignores the branches and leaves that break the skin a little.

He didn't shave off those flower stems and vines inch by inch until they matured to a certain extent.

Heart-piercing pain swept through his body over and over again.

In Bailian's ears, the whispering voice of the evil god gradually became smaller and smaller as his footsteps deepened.

Although the wounds on Bai Lian's body were getting bigger and bigger, and the injuries were getting heavier and heavier, but on this heavy road covered in bruises, Bai Lian's heart became stronger and stronger.

While the True Ancestor Evil God was bewitching people's hearts, why didn't Bai Lian use the True Ancestor Evil God as a refining stone to temper his Dao heart.

Sinking from pain and desire will become food in the belly of evil gods.

But if you stick to your heart in the endless sea of ​​pain and desire, don't go to this shore, don't go to the other shore, don't drift in the middle, and look at the extinction, and you won't die forever.

The injuries on Bai Lian's body became more and more severe, and his steps became faster and faster, and the sword in his hand was as fast as a shadow.

There is no need to wipe the wound with the sword edge, the blood beads that burst out from the wound can even find the sword edge by itself, and spontaneously ignite into flames when encountering sword energy.

at last……

In the sea of ​​thorns, Bai Lian found the first 99.

99, who seemed to have been in a deep sleep, opened his eyes the first time Bailian cast his gaze.

At the same time, an attack was launched against him.

The crystal translucent silk thread cut through the sword fire, Baili you keenly dodged and turned your head to avoid the silk thread cutting towards his shoulder.

A calm smile appeared on 99's face, and he approached him.