long night walk

Chapter 316
Bailian is a corpse demon. According to common sense, he will not feel cold because of external environmental factors.

But at this moment, his hands and feet were cold and weak, as if he had been filled with lead, and he was very weak.

His body was tightly entangled by countless dark vines, especially the two vital parts of his neck and waist. The vines seemed to have an autonomous consciousness and tried to strangle him to death.

Bailian doesn't need to breathe, so naturally he won't be strangled by it.

What only made him feel heavy was that the vine had been absorbing the blood essence in his body. The coldness he felt was not because the ghost mountain was too windy, but because the blood inside the body was draining.

Behind him is a towering giant tree. Bailian has never seen such a huge and terrifying tree. This tree is a thousand meters high and grows attached to the cliffs. The tree is as huge as a small mountain. The flakes cover the cliffs.

This ancient tree was even bigger and older than the ancient tree on the edge of the cliff outside Youguilang's barren house.

I don't know how many years he has grown in the ghost mountain, and even every vine entwined around him has become a monster.

I wanted to come to the old tree on the cliff, which was transformed by a vine of this giant tree.

Bailian's thoughts were a little confused, and he was also a little flustered.

Because when he fell off the cliff, the little hand that was holding his wrist tightly was released at some point.

The flow of blood in the body made the power of darkness in the body almost exhausted. Bailian tried to use the Yuan force in the body to attract the Qiushui Sword. He could sense that the Qiushui Sword was not far from him.

But there was still no answer.

His right hand was still holding the jade flute tightly, but he poured his spiritual power into it. The jade flute was cold and unresponsive, far from the familiar feeling of being at ease when fighting You Guilang.

The jade flute was made by the yin jade in the Senluo hall, and it was impossible to control the ordinary spiritual power, but Bailian faintly felt that when he was fighting against You Guilang, the power in the jade flute was also drawn. It is not the power of darkness that belongs to the corpse demon.

Is it possible...

In his body, is there a third power that even he himself has not noticed?
Can't think for a while.

Because he was 20 meters away from his side, Bai Lian saw Fang Geyu.

Fang Geyu, like him, was firmly bound by the vines of the Dryad, hanging from a branch, his eyes closed quietly, his long eyelashes drooping down, his face was so pale that there was no trace of blood. It looks pathetic.

Her lips were pressed tightly, her color was very pale, she didn't know if she was alive or dead.

Bailian's heart tightened, and he struggled violently under the tree.

It's just that this vine has drained how much blood essence from his body, the bones in his body are stiff, and his body is getting weaker and weaker, not to mention breaking the countless vines entangled in his body, he can't even twitch his fingers.

Under the thick rhizomes of this gigantic ancient tree rooted in the rocky land, you can even clearly see the bones of some kind of beast, or the skull of a human being.

This tree demon has survived here for too long, so long that it is very old and cannot hunt things to eat by itself. It relies on these tree vines like descendants to trap the caught prey to death. It was dragged into the depths of the roots and stems of the earth, and was swallowed by the tree demon to absorb nutrients.

Time passes slowly, and in this quiet world, people can clearly feel the cruelty of time.

Although reason is telling him, don't panic, he should calm down and solve the current predicament.

It is also very clear in her heart that since Fang Geyu was not dragged into the tree demon's crypt, it means that her life at this moment has not been cut off.

However, what made him really anxious was that he could clearly know where his limits were, but he couldn't predict when Fang Geyu's life would come to an end.

He was afraid of the next moment, when he saw the vines wrapped around Fang Geyu like the hands of a demon dragging her into the darkness that he could not see.

Until then, how should he stop it.

Is he strong enough to stop it.

At this moment, a ray of fire ignited in the darkness.

The cluster of firelight was bright red, thick like blood, and leaped faintly in front of nothingness.

This light does not seem to bring any warm feeling to people. From a distance, the blood-like fireworks seem to be burning fiercely from the yellow spring.

Bailian stared deeply at the fire, and the chills spread from his heart to his limbs, because at the moment when the fire ignited, the wind in the four fields calmed down, and those ghosts shuttled in the wind. , like a ghost and beast returning to its nest, disappearing.

Exactly what kind of existence it is, it is just the slightest breath that makes the femininity here panic and avoid it.

The firelight was still in the distant darkness a moment ago, and the next moment it came in front of Bailian, so fast that he didn't even have time to identify what it was, and a cold little hand touched his cheek.

A cold breath hit his cheek.

The red light in Bailian's eyes was about to flash, but he met a pair of watery black eyes in the darkness.

He couldn't remember where he had seen those eyes, but it made him familiar, missed, and close.

The same is true for those eyes, clearly emitting a chilling Yin Qi all over the body, but there is no hostility in those eyes.

The icy little hand swiped across his cheek and grabbed the vines on his body, without even needing to exert any force, the vines withered and rotted into ashes as if they had been drained of water.

Before Bailian's body fell heavily, a soft cloud caught him.

Bailian finally saw the owner of the big black eyes, and he exclaimed in surprise, "Shou?!"

The ghost boy raised by Yin Baishuang whom he met on Kongcang Mountain, Shou.

The firelight was not firelight, but the extremely festive red apron on Shou's body. I don't know what material it was made of. It was lined by the gloomy wind in the ghost mountain, and it emitted a crimson light.

Hearing Baili'an say his name, Shouguang had a pair of fat little feet, walking around Baili'an under the dark clouds.

But Bailian didn't have the heart to reminisce with him. He reached out to hug the little guy, hugged his icy body, and quickly came to Fang Geyu's side, saying, "Can you help me and save her?"

It seemed that he could hear the anxiety in his tone, and Shou Ye couldn't care about the joy of reunion, he patted his little chest, and looked like it was wrapped around me, with both hands on the demon vine that Fang Geyu stretched out. Rip hard.

In an instant, this group of insolent demon vines dissipated into a cloud of dust.

The little guy is so sturdy that he can't be too handsome.

Bailian caught Fang Geyu with one hand. Although her body was cold and her breathing was weak, her breath was steady and there was no danger of her life.

He breathed a sigh of relief, put his palm on Fang Geyu's pulse and quickly channeled some spiritual power to calm her down.

(End of this chapter)