long night walk

Yan Poyun, who was ready to go, was startled, with a look of surprise and surprise on his face.

Hearing the sound, Bai Lian's eyes flickered, and there was a subtle change.

Even Bai Shaoyan couldn't help turning his gaze to the past.

The aura imprinted on Bai Li'an's ears also faded as she calmed down, and the chains formed by the aura on her wrists also disintegrated like starlight.

The face that was as bright as glass under the moonlight was no stranger to her.

Bai Shaoyan stood up straight again, keeping a little distance from Bai Lian.

She frowned slightly, and there was a bit of hostility and anger in the eyes of the person who came.

The wheelchair creaked, and the sound of wheels rolling over the scorched ground sounded from a distance.

After Yan Poyun stopped his gun, the ground fire gradually sank quietly and flowed into the cracks in the ground.

The frighteningly high temperature pervading the wilderness also cooled down at an astonishing speed.

Gradually, a thin layer of mist formed in the forest at night, and the haze wind with the cold snow in the mountains blew by. The prince sitting in the wheelchair had a graceful robe and horns, even though he was not good at walking and had a disability.

His sitting posture is still tall and straight like a bamboo, his body is like a jade, and he looks like a picture from a distance.

Pushing the wheelchair behind him is a middle-aged beautiful woman who is known for her age. She is wearing the most common Jingchai cloth in the world, her hair is tied into a married bun with clouds, and a string of slightly The worn out old copper coins are incompatible with the temperament of the gentleman in the wheelchair.

The scene fell into silence for a while.

Yan Poyun frowned his protruding eyebrows like a rocky bank, his eyes hidden like a beast fell over, and said in a deep voice: "It turns out that Mr. Jibai is here."

There were a few muffled coughs in the wind, Shen Jibai frowned slightly, half of his face was lost in the shadow of the cold mist in the mountains and forests, from a distance, only a pale and thin chin, and nothing Thin, bloodless lips.

Regarding Yan Poyun's words, he didn't even mean to say hello. He only responded lightly and said, "Well, it's me."

Yan Poyun held his gun on the ground, his face was cold: "I have long heard that Mr. Jibai is a person born in the world, and he does not ask about things outside the window all year round, but now it seems that it is not the case.

But even if you don't care about the world and the secular world, since you are in the God's Punishment Forest, you should know that in this God's Punishment Forest, regardless of life or death, all monsters in the forest, as long as they are capable, can be hunted at will. "

Shang Chang hurriedly said: "But the real dragon belongs to the dragon clan, not the demon clan, nor is it from the fairy lineage. It is an auspicious beast in the fairy world. How can it be easily hunted and killed?"

Even though he said so, Shangchang knew that Yan Poyun was the strongest among the defenders of the Golden Sea, and he was extremely arrogant and energetic.

Therefore, whether many taboos in the God's Punishment Forest should be respected in his eyes depends on whether he wants to abide by it.

The Dragon Clan is an ancient and extinct god, a rare thing in the world. Even the Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan attaches great importance to the spread of his bloodline.

But here is Kunlun Jingxu, a place where the six realms are not guarded, and the rules and order of the fairy world in the upper Qing Dynasty cannot restrain the guardians of Kunlun Jingxu.

Even though the silver-haired woman is the only true dragon in this world, if Yan Poyun really has a strong desire to take it for himself, he will really dismember her under the Poyun spear without hesitation.

As the most powerful guardian of Kunlun Jingxu, his preciousness alone can even be equal to that of the entire True Immortal Sect.

When the real dragon was dismembered in the Forest of God's Punishment, it's possible that the God Lord would actually punish him for this.

Sure enough, the coldness in Yan Poyun's eyes did not fade away because of his warning, his iron face was still serious: "You can't hunt easily, but it doesn't mean you can't hunt."

Pointing at Bai Lian with the heavy cloud-breaking gun in his hand, he said in a slightly cold voice: "This son killed the True Immortal Sect, he should be killed on the spot, the real dragon recognizes him as the master, and protects him, why not?" kill?"

Yan Poyun slowly rolled his eyes, for Shang Chang, he didn't even have the patience to waste his words.

He looked at the young man in white in the forest fog and said seriously: "Young Master Ji Bai showed up today, but he plans to compete with me."

Before Shen Jibai could speak, Yan Poyun laughed again, and said indifferently: "Mr. Jibai's spiritual root technique is the best in the world, but you are still disabled.

If you hadn't been hanging your life with elixir all year round, the young master might not even have the most basic ability to survive.

This is the Forest of God's Punishment, young master is a smart and open-minded person, this place... should not be a place for you to speak. "

Facing His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the Ancient Yin Kingdom, Yan Poyun's tone was still polite and respectful, but the content of his words was not polite, and could even be said to have a strong sense of humiliation.

But to Yan Poyun's regret, he didn't show any anger and shame on the face of this proud man because of the word "disabled".

As if he had already accepted his identity as a disabled person, Shen Jibai responded coldly: "You say I am smart, but I am very stupid."

Yan Poyun narrowed his eyes, and then his expression quickly returned to normal. He relied on his identity, and he had been a border guard for hundreds of thousands of years. Here today, life and death are all in his mind. between.

And why bother talking so much with a junior whose bone age is only over a hundred years old.

He killed people and slayed dragons, so it's possible that he had to get the consent of the crippled prince.

"If you want to move this person tonight, I'm afraid you really need the consent of me, the crippled prince, to do it."

Shen Jibai sat upright on the wheelchair with a pale face, as if he could see through Yan Poyun's thoughts at the moment.

He said lightly: "You yourself just said that I am proficient in the art of spiritual roots, which is unmatched by anyone in the world.

Do you think that you can achieve the body of the demon fairy that appears today, and become an immortal through the tribulation, do you really only have to be persecuted by the true immortal sect to do it? "

Shang Chang was shocked all over, and looked at Yan Poyun in disbelief.

Stories and legends of the number one guardian of the Golden Sea are circulating throughout the Kunlun Jingxu.

After losing the Han Yu Pond in the Jingxu of Kunlun, he was the first guardian after his empress who did not rely on the power of the Han Yu Pond to successfully transform into a fairy bone, but relied on his own power to shed the demon bone.

There are countless rumors about him, and his existence is also the spiritual support of thousands of Kunlun people.

But he never thought that a god like Yan Poyun was not immune to the vulgarity, and he also gave the gift of knocking on the soul of the True Immortal Sect.

Shangchang had mixed feelings in his heart.

No wonder just now, he would involuntarily lean towards the True Immortal Sect.

There is still such a layer of causality.

The expression on Yan Poyun's face also became subtle and unnatural, but he was a character after all, and he didn't cover up and refute in anger like a moron, nor did he admit this problem directly.

He looked at Shen Jibai with serious eyes, with a rigid expression: "If Mr. Jibai is just here to scare people tonight, I don't mind making you suffer."

"Really?" A faint smile appeared on Shen Jibai's face.

Seeing his expression, Bai Lian's heart skipped a beat, knowing that Yan Poyun was about to suffer disaster.

I saw the young man in white on the wheelchair lift his unusually thin right arm, and lightly spread five cold, white, thin, slender fingers. Judging by the gesture, it was actually similar to Bai Lian's gesture of controlling the puppet thread.

His fingertips stretched out, and a translucent thread similar to a puppet thread fluttered gently, but it was different from Bailian's puppet thread.

The silk threads at his fingertips are more like condensed smoke that has not condensed.

It spreads into the space and becomes extremely light, making it difficult to capture its flow trajectory.

The five slender fingers suddenly closed into a fist.

"Plop!!!" A huge heartbeat vibrated from under Yan Poyun's chest.

Yan Poyun's body shook violently, a painful convulsion passed over the corner of his mouth, and the blood on his face as cold as a rock faded away in an instant.

He clutched the center of his chest, where there was a vibration similar to a heartbeat, but his heart was not there.

What is hidden there is his fairy bone spirit root!
Yan Poyun suddenly raised his head and looked at Shen Jibai in the wheelchair in disbelief, shocked and speechless.

Shen Jibai's expression was still calm, but his fists were getting tighter and tighter, making the opponent's body tremble more and more.

His gray pupils could not reflect anything, they were empty and indifferent.

"Do you really think that it is a simple matter to temper the body of a demon to become an immortal? By knocking on the spirit, you can open the immortal aperture?
If you don't have spiritual roots to guide you, even if you practice for another 10 years, you still won't be able to overcome the catastrophe and become a fairy. After all, in this world, there is only one real pure-blooded demon fairy. "

Yan Poyun pursed his lips to forcefully suppress the turbulent emotions, and said in a deep voice: "This spiritual root was given to me by my empress for my meritorious service in guarding the realm!"

Shen Jibai said indifferently: "The God Lord of Kunlun is proficient in all dharma, and he is the most great saint in Kunlun, but in the whole world, I am the only one who is proficient in the art of spiritual roots. If it weren't for the gift from the fairy world, how could there be such a spiritual root in the hands of God Lord Kunlun."

"This is impossible……"

Shen Jibai's voice was still calm: "In this world, there are only stupidity and diseases that cannot be cured. No matter who the spiritual roots come from, whoever gave them, don't you know that the spiritual roots that can be preserved in this world are all from Is it in my hands?"

Yan Poyun sneered and said, "Don't mess with my Taoist mind with your nonsense. You are only more than two hundred years old, and I became an immortal hundreds of thousands of years ago. Even though you are proficient in the art of spiritual roots, the spirit in my body is still there." Gen, how could it be from your hands?"

The pain of the disordered and violent spiritual roots under his chest was still there, but Yan Poyun forced himself to let go of the palm covering his chest. He stood up straight, looking at Shen Jibai's dark eyes that could not see any light.

Even though the pain caused by the spirit root was intense, he never showed any embarrassment on his face from the beginning to the end.

Bai Lian's complexion changed slightly, and he suddenly said, "Be careful!"

In the next instant, Yan Poyun disappeared in place.

This time, Yan Poyun did not use his gun, not because he underestimated Shen Jibai's disabled body, but because he decided to use his real gun at this moment.

Knowing what it would mean to kill Shen Jibai.

But he is Yan Poyun, the guardian of Kunlun, and he never accepts any coercion.

Compared with Poyun Spear, at this moment, he believed in his fist more.

He disappeared into the forest, above the earth.

Appearing under the cosmic sky, amidst billions of stars.

His fists burned in the starlight.

A flame that was even brighter than the stars was burned.

He is extremely fast, but it is not a sneak attack.

It was a majestic, upright frontal kill.

Although Shen Jibai couldn't see all this happening.

The forest mist lingering around Shen Jibai's body was suddenly smashed into an absolute vacuum.

Shen Jibai's sick, thin and pale face became clear under the mist.

He raised his eyes slightly, but his light gray pupils still did not reflect any ripples.

A flaming fist was about to land on the top of his head, and everyone even predicted the scene where the head of the Immortal Prince would burst like a watermelon.

That fist was powerful and direct, and the punch that fell under the absolute realm of strength was so powerful that it didn't even have time for the surrounding wind to change its trajectory.

That fist has come.

Bai Lian even saw that Shen Jibai's body felt the strong threat of death, the fine hairs on his face stood up, and the skin on his neck even shuddered slightly.

That fist slammed down as indifferently and powerfully as a mountain.

Despite the distance.

Even Bai Lian felt the terrifying pressure from above his head.

But the last thing Bai Lian saw was Shen Jibai's pair of lifeless eyes.

There was no emotion of despair or fear in it.

The body is instinctively afraid of the threat of death.

But there was no wave in his heart.

A doubtful thought arose in Bai Li'an's mind.

Could it be that Shen Jibai was able to receive this punch?
It's not that Bai Li'an underestimated Shen Jibai in his heart, he wouldn't think that his weak and sick body was not good for martial arts like ordinary people.

When he was young, he knew Shen Jibai well.

He is a true genius.

Physical disabilities and ordinary limitations will not affect his ability to perform miracles.

However, miracles also have limits.

Even in the past 200 years, Shen Jibai had countless opportunities and stayed in hiding for many years, after all, he is a strong man in the Darkness Realm.

An existence with the same combat power as 99 Shuci.

How could he do it and survive under his hands?
After all, Bai Lian still overestimated Shen Jibai's body, under the influence of that fist, he even felt very difficult and tired when raising his arms.

He let down the arm controlling the spirit thread feebly, and loosened his five fingers.

There was obviously no resistance.

But just when the fist was about to land on his head, it stopped without warning.

……

A palm full of thick calluses appeared on top of his head as if conjured out of thin air, holding that huge fist.

But even though it looked like he was holding the fist, everyone knew it in their hearts.

It was this palm that received Yan Poyun's terrifying blow.

The owner of that palm chuckled, and the ordinary string of copper coins around her waist clattered crisply. She swept the fist and its owner aside like a cloud of smoke.

After the whole movement, the clouds flowed smoothly, without clouds and smoke, and they were indescribably elegant and free and easy.

"Back, back, back."

Yan Poyun was swept aside, his posture was not in a panic, but his body retreated uncontrollably following the three sounds, three steps back.

Every step is a hundred meters away.

After his footsteps settled down, there was a gust of air behind him like a mountain, and the power of the light and calm palm dissipated his fist strength, and even burst out a terrifying air wave that was a thousand meters away.

Yan Poyun stared in astonishment at the commoner woman pushing the wheelchair behind Shen Jibai.

This time Shen Jibai God punished the forest and his party, Gu Yinguo actually sent a high-ranking golden fairy to accompany him.

The high-ranking Jinxian Da Neng, at this very moment, is actually willing to push a chair to serve behind a mere Huangkou child whose bones are more than a hundred years old.