long night walk

Chapter 340
Bai Lian immediately summoned Qiushui Sword to chase to the riverside.

The river water exudes the meaning of the cold spring, eroding the bone marrow. Not long ago, the crystal clear river water was now more turbid than ink.

There is a woman washing her feet by the river, the river reaches her knees, her bright red clothes, her pale skin, her face is painted with delicate and elegant make-up, and there is a lot of clear rain falling all over the field. A misty beauty.

She suddenly turned her head and looked at Bai Li'an, her eyes were empty, her eyeballs did not move, and she said without emotion: "Fall into the river of forgetfulness, walk in the yellow spring, break the dream on the other side, and enter the secluded tomb."

This woman's makeup is exquisite, but she can't make people remember her facial features, giving people a weird feeling of nothingness.

Bai Lian keenly caught the corpse spots behind her ears, and the bright red dress hung between the water surface, dragging out a pool of blood.

Their eyes briefly met, and Bai Li'an said in a deep voice: "Huangquan Wangchuan is the road of the dead, and the living are still alive. I hope you can borrow a way and let me bring her back."

The female ghost took a deep and steady look at him, but did not speak, her legs swayed gently in the river water, her blood color spread deeper, and she was disturbed by something, a strand of long black hair climbed out of the river like a wall. Tigers generally spread out.

Bai Lian stepped into the black hair, his ankles were tightly entangled by the wet long hair, and a huge force came, dragging him into the icy river.

As soon as he entered the world of icy river water, Bai Li'an's left hand pointed at his temple, giving birth to two clear sword intents, cutting off the dark breath in the river water in front of him.

It didn't take long for him to dive all the way along the strength of the black hair, when he saw a mass of thick black hair wrapping Su Jing tightly and dragging towards the bottom of the river.

The Qiushui sword trembled, and it came out of his hand, turning into a bunch of sharp lights and breaking through the water.

The black hair floated and swam in the river like seaweed, and a cold and pale face emerged from the black hair.

Scarlet cracked red lips and jet-black double pupils are the face of a woman. She opened her blood-red mouth towards the shooting Qiushui sword and screamed silently.

Clearly there was no sound, but it made Bai Lian's eardrums and heart tingle, and the power of the Qiushui Sword also dissipated. Bai Lian had no choice but to recall it, fencing the sword in the water, and chased after him.

The demon clung to Su Jing tightly, its white clothes were like a pale and desolate flower, swaying at the bottom of the river.

Her sleeping face was as pale as frost and snow.

Serene and beautiful.

But it no longer gives people a strong temperament, but makes people feel that she is so weak and helpless.

A woman who was once so cold and powerful has no ability to resist at this moment. Even the love-slashing sword that frightens the evil spirits in all directions is trapped in the sheath on her back, and her sharpness is not visible.

The river is gloomy.

Bai Lian lowered his eyebrows, put the Autumn Water Sword into the clear water and jade, and accompanied by the chirping of a bird, the Suzaku coffin came out, and the red Suzaku pattern looked like the only burning fire in the dark river bottom.

The vermilion bird pupils were as bright as flowing fire, and with his palm, he slapped the vermilion bird's coffin hard to the side where the demon was born.

Sure enough, the ominous and pale banshee in the black hair instantly showed a look of fear and dread, and once she tucked her face in her hair, she disappeared.

The black hair in the water was swept by the Suzaku coffin, and burned instantly like silk cotton soaked with tung oil.

There was a big wave of water, and the black hair tightly wrapped around Su Jing's body suddenly loosened.

Su Jing, who lost the restraint of the demon power, slowly floated towards the surface of the water like a weightless light feather.

Bai Lian cut off the black hair around her wrist, swam towards Su Jing, embraced her slender and soft waist, looked at her pale complexion, held her wrist involuntarily, and felt for her pulse.

This exploration turned out to be a sign of dying.

But she didn't have any fatal injuries on her body, why was she so weak.

Not a trauma...

Bai Lian's heart suddenly brightened, and his fingers formed a sword finger, pointing at the center of Su Jing's eyebrows, and a ray of spiritual power slowly entered her spiritual palace.

Whether it is a practitioner or an ordinary human being, the soul is in the spiritual treasure of the Lingfu.

He originally thought that with his cultivation in the Sea Expansion Realm, he would definitely not be able to successfully invade the spiritual world of a great practitioner of the Chengling Realm like Su Jing in one go.

He was even ready to be devoured by her.

But I never thought that it would be extremely smooth.

The reason for the success is not complicated, because Su Jing's spirit has been extremely weak, and he has no soul to guard the Lingfu.

With three souls and seven souls, she only has one soul left to maintain this body from decay.

Baili'an was shaken.

Where did her three souls and six spirits go? !

It's no wonder that Su Jing possesses a Yin-inducing physique, but he can rely on the strength of his soul and abundant spiritual power to make all ghosts retreat in panic.

Now relying only on the support of the weak, the empty skin will naturally attract the coveting of countless ghosts and monsters.

Bai Lian was sure that even a little devil with a little cultivation could occupy her body at this moment.

At this moment, he clearly understood that no matter how much he wasted on saving her, it would be nothing more than saving an empty skin.

No matter how this body is recuperated, no matter how precious the panacea is taken, as long as her other three souls and six souls do not return, Su Jing will never be able to wake up.

Carrying her on the road is undoubtedly in the endless darkness, wearing a bright light that attracts countless moths and fireflies.

As soon as this thought was settled in his heart, in the dark river water, countless miserable green eyes shone with ominous greed, surrounding him from all directions, baring their teeth and claws, as if they were about to pounce on him at any time, devouring everything. do.

What was even more frightening was that in the world at the bottom of the river, there seemed to be something even more frightening, and it smelled the aura of fatal temptation exuding from Su Jing.

In the silence of an unknown number of years, there was a huge and muffled heartbeat, and the eyes of the ghosts and monsters hidden in the entire river showed frightened and excited madness.

Every inch of the river here was caught in a disturbing throbbing.

How to do?
Bai Lian was in a desperate situation.

He glanced at the pale woman sleeping peacefully in his arms.

He hugged her, the silent world in the river, the two of them seemed so small.

This is a woman named Su Jing.

Zeng pierced his chest with a sword.

He was once thrown into a desperate situation of life and death.

Maybe when she wakes up, she wants to eliminate demons and defend the way, beheading the corpse demons that are not tolerated by the world.

He rescued him and carried her all the way.

Already benevolent.

An empty body, why continue to stick to it.

I don't know when the three souls and six souls will return. Maybe his persistence is a joke, or maybe her soul has already been blown away by the ghosts in the ghost mountain and eaten.

When the soul can hardly support this body, and the weakness dissipates, this body will also return to decay, and everything will return to ashes and dust to dust.

Everything he's doing right now seems pointless.

In the depths of the darkness, the unknown and mysterious oppressive force is getting closer and closer, like a terrifying giant spirit waking up from the older years.

The prolonged hunger made every beat of his heart seem to be expressing his terrible need for food.

At this moment, as long as he let go, she will sink into another world that she cannot see.

Those yin creatures who smell the smell will also chase and bite away frantically.

He will return unharmed.

She will be destroyed.

The world of self-cultivation is inherently so cruel.

The clear sound of running water passed by my ears.

As if he had comforted himself enough, Bai Lian took a deep look at the beautiful face of the woman in his arms, and then slowly closed his eyes.

I don't know if it's because I can't bear to watch it anymore, or because of something else.

The hand on her waist... slowly loosened.

But the woman in his arms was still in the boy's arms, her long black hair was floating quietly in the icy river water like beautiful seaweed, and the hair strands of the two were tangled together.

One of her weakly hanging hands was wrapped around the young man's waist at some point, with natural movements, Xing Yun grabbed his belt smoothly.

It's like Bai Lian mentioned her all the way.

Bai Lian didn't open his eyes, as if he didn't notice anything.

But she slowly opened those beautiful eyes with no waves in the ancient well.

(End of this chapter)