long night walk

Chapter 168 Angry to kill the demon
There is a cool breeze, with a slightly sweet fishy smell.

The morning bell in the distant mountains rang a few times, and the desolate ancient mountains were covered by years of frost and snow. Under the shadow of the craggy whirling plum trees, a plain dress that was whiter than snow fell lightly under the ancient trees.

The tall and thin figure of Dao Xin was as clean as ever, like a piece of pure white snowflakes in the world, falling silently and without knowing when, drifting and silently falling into the cold snow.

Dressed in white snow, she quietly closed her eyes, half leaning against an ancient tree, her eyelashes hung with frost, as if she was sleeping peacefully.

The woman's neck, which looks like a thin snow on the branches, is now dyed with a striking bright red.

The thin snow on the shoulders turned into red snow, and the white clothes dyed half of the body red.

Like a poignant red lotus blooming in the snow.

It could be seen that she was seriously injured at the moment.

But her eyebrows were extremely quiet and peaceful, as if she was in a soft dream, unwilling to wake up.

Beside her, lay quietly a white jade mask with a broken corner.

The green mountains are covered with snow, and the beauty is like jade.

It is like a beautiful picture scroll embedded in the seclusion of the world.

The sound of rustling footsteps broke the beautiful tranquility of this corner of the world.

"Ah Jing?" A slightly surprised female voice came down with the light falling snow.

Hearing someone calling her name, the eyelids of the woman sleeping under the tree moved slightly, and the frost hanging between the eyelashes fell like thin snow, and the slender eyelashes were restored.

She opened her eyes and looked at the person in front of her quietly. Her eyes were clear and unwavering, like ancient ink that had been silent for thousands of years.

A wisp of black hair like water slowly slipped from her temples, and the snowflakes that fell in the hair soaked in the white snow face, making her as bright and clear as a jade tree.

"What's the matter?" His eyes were clear and his voice was light, without any trance or haziness from waking up from a deep sleep.

When she woke up the first time, she had a cold face, raised her white fingertips, and squeezed her earlobe expressionlessly.

In front of him, Ye Lian was carrying the pale and handsome monk Shang Jiachen who had passed out.

Her quiet and watery eyes looked at the young master Su Jing covered in blood with a hint of shock at this moment.

Ye Lian hurriedly took two steps forward, and hurriedly said: "How could Ah Jing be injured like this?!"

However, Su Jing doesn't like to get in close contact with people, even if it is one of the famous Nine Classics of Taixuan in the same sect.

Holding the hilt of her sword, she lightly pressed against Ye Lian's shoulder, preventing her from approaching, and repeated lightly again: "What's the matter?"

I don't know if it's the cold wind or the deep snow, but compared to her fair and snow-white neck skin, Su Jing's ears seemed to be frozen, slightly flushed, and trembled slightly itchy.

She couldn't help raising her hand with a blank expression and kneaded gently.

Ye Lian's expression was incredulous, but she still collected herself when Su Jing asked her a question.

She said: "Jiachen is seriously injured, so it is not suitable to travel far. I wanted to go to Zilan Mountain nearby to find a fairy spring of spiritual veins to heal his wounds, but I never thought I would see you here, Ah Jing. How could Ah Jing be here again? And it hurts so much..."

Ye Lian looked at her carefully with concern. Since Su Jing came out of the mountain, she had never seen Su Jing in such a blood-stained state.

Even the mask that never took off is gone, which has to be worrying.

"nothing."

Su Jing put away his sword and got up, put the mask in his arms and put it away, patted the snow on the hem of his clothes, and said lightly: "The mask is broken, I'm in a bad mood."

Of course Ye Lian knew that the precious mask she regarded as her life was broken by that little girl, so she must be in a bad mood.

But being in a bad mood has nothing to do with her current appearance?

Su Jing glanced at her lightly, as if he understood the doubt in her eyes.

She pursed her lips, looked out of the distant mountain, her indifferent eyes flowed into the distance, and her voice was as cold as smoke: "I'm in a bad mood, so I went to Demon Prison Mountain."

Ye Lian's heart trembled, and the corners of her mouth twitched: "Demon... Yao Prison Mountain."

That is the place where sinful demons gather, and the great demons captured by the powerful seniors of the immortal sect in the world are all sealed away in the Demon Prison Mountain and become a place of trial for the younger generation of disciples.

Although it is a place of trials, the younger generation of genius children also need to go to the mountain for trials accompanied by their elders, so as to ensure their own safety.

There are big demons in the mountains, and there is also the legendary Demon King of Transcending Tribulation, and some taboo places, even the seniors of the Xian family dare not touch them easily.

Her family, Ah Jing... just broke in alone?

"Just because you were in a bad mood, you went to Demon Prison Mountain?"

What kind of willful lady's temper is this, do you think you are Yin Baishuang?
Su Jing's black jade-like eyes were somewhat deep, and the snow-white skin set off the thin red between Yingying's earlobes, but it made the cold and frosty aura around her fade a lot.

She said: "I couldn't kill the girl from the Lihe Sect, so I went to the Demon Prison Mountain and slaughtered a Demon King. I felt much better."

Ye Lian's body shook violently: "The demon... the demon king? That's the crossing tribulation realm, Ah Jing, you haven't crossed the tribulation yet, how can you be so reckless."

It's no wonder that he was injured so badly by running wildly in the Demon Prison Mountain in the spirit-carrying state, and even went solo to kill the Demon King.

Thinking of this, Ye Lian was faintly afraid.

Fortunately, the young master of her family came out with good hands and feet, otherwise I really don't know how to explain to the suzerain this time down the mountain.

Even though she knew that Su Jing didn't need to lie, Ye Lian still felt a little unbelievable when she said that she had killed a demon king.

"Ah Jing, did you really kill a demon king just like that?"

Su Jing frowned, pointed in a certain direction, and said, "The head of the demon king is here, so you can bring it into the Myriad Dao Immortal League to exchange for spirit stones."

The jade finger pointed at the white snow, only a pool of bright red blood remained.

Su Jing narrowed his long eyes and said nothing.

Ye Lian sniffed lightly at the tip of her nose, and her face was a bit indescribable: "It really is the breath of the demon king, and there is also the smell of wild dogs."

No matter where the head of the majestic demon king is placed, it is a glorious trophy that can shock the world.

Poorly, she was wounded and killed by her family's young master. When she was tired, she casually found a big tree to sleep in, kicked the demon king's head aside at random, and finally ended up being eaten by wild dogs.

As Ye Lian of the Seventh Sutra of Taixuan, she really has nothing to say at this moment.

Snowflakes fell and fell on Jiachen's white cassock, as if feeling the slightest chill, the injured and comatose young monk slowly woke up.

He coughed twice, choking out a few mouthfuls of blood and spilling it on the skirt of the leaf curtain.

The monk frowned, and when he saw the woman in white under the tree, he couldn't help being slightly startled, and then a smile appeared on his pale face: "The young master actually took off the mask?"

When Ye Lian heard the voice from behind, she twitched her eyebrows and called softly: "Jiachen..."

Su Jing glanced at him, did not continue the topic of the mask, and said coldly: "The master of the Eight Classics has been injured so badly, it seems that it can be confirmed that the person behind this wine incident is indeed the Mozong."

Jiachen smiled wryly and said: "If that's all it is, then it's fine." He slowly raised his charming eyebrows, his black eyes flickered slightly: "The sealed six rivers of the demon world have begun to recover."

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(End of this chapter)