long night walk

Chapter 373
The blood-colored nematodes dyed the river red, and countless yin creatures suppressed by the aura of the little tiger smelled the breath of living things, and immediately rushed out, entangled and bitten those nematodes.

Even so, it is still difficult for such a majestic yin thing to keep all the nematodes behind.

On the bank of the river, fortunately there was only a skeleton left of the huge blood beast under his feet, only the wilting blood flower on his chest was gently fluttering, and countless blood-red nematodes kept gushing out of the flower mouth.

There were too many of these worms, occupying all the space routes that Xiao Wangchuan could travel through, and soon, they chased in the direction of the river whale, and the thin thread-like blood worms continued to drill into the whale's body.

The giant whale let out a long mournful moan, and its huge body shriveled and withered at a terrifying speed.

Fortunately, there was a cruel low laugh: "Baiye Luoshu Collection, the whale falls and everything grows... the taste is very good."

Layers of flesh and blood began to grow on the surface of the blood beast's skeleton under his feet.

When the whale fell into the River of Forgetfulness, the beauty's head firmly bit a strand of Si Li's hair, and the two of them were washed away by the river.

The little tiger patted the small bronze book on his waist, and countless vines and branches rose from the river surface. A huge tree demon grew above the river surface. The flexible branches wrapped around her small waist tightly and threw it far across the river. Go, she successfully reached the other shore.

However, the newly harvested tree demon sank to the bottom of the river and turned into silt under the nibbling of countless witches and insects.

Resisting the laceration that ran through her back, the little tiger struggled to stand up, looking at the bright red figure washed away by the river, she slowly let out a breath, showing a troubled look.

This is really a headache.

On the one hand, there is a very fragrant and fragrant smell, which is hard to let go.

On the one hand, Lord Mojun's dog's life is related to her life and death.

Ugh.

This difficult question, the little tiger struggled with pain for a moment, then walked cheerfully, looking for the lingering sweet fragrance in the air.

Qing Shui said, life is alive, enjoy yourself when you know it.

She has lived for thirteen springs, summers, autumns and winters, and if she wants anything in the heaven and earth, countless noble immortals will send it to her in fear.

Over time, she lost what she wanted.

To this day, she wants to find out that smell that is more fragrant than flowers, why it is so like the purest and short-lived frozen snow on the top of Kunlun Snow Mountain.

She needs to figure out, what is the truth in this?
In the face of this truth, her life, the life of the devil, can be insignificant.

"It's enough to kill the demon king. The little tiger of the Kunlun clan is not in our plan." Suddenly there was a black mist around Xingwu.

Beside him was a figure in a black robe, the hood covered most of his cheeks, only a jade white pointed chin was exposed.

Fortunately, the distorted smile on the corner of his mouth slowly retracted, and he suddenly coughed lightly inappropriately. The Demon Prison, which has always been known for its cruelty and cold blood, looked slightly unnatural at this moment.

He looked helplessly at the man in black, and said, "I just came out of the blood beast, I have no clothes on, can you stop being so elusive?"

A hoarse laughter came from under the hood, and a long and slender hand was raised under the black robe, dragging a new cloak in it. The man's wrist had deep scars, and his fingers showed a faint sense of weakness.

Lucky Wu glanced across her wrist, took the cloak and put it on, and his voice was extremely cold again: "The devil must die, that little tiger—I don't want to see her continue to live! I can't bear it!" That face can still clearly appear in this world."

The man in black sighed, and said: "Anyway, the empress owes me a favor, and I was born in this world in response to her situation."

Xing Wu's face was cruel and heartless: "Demon, you don't need kindness, you should abandon the principles of human ethics, otherwise, you will lose everything."

The man in black quickly fell silent.

As if he couldn't bear her depression, Xing Wu hesitated for a moment, and said again: "Yun Rong has entered the ghost mountain, looking for you everywhere."

The man in black immediately raised his head, a pair of beautiful thin lips were exposed from the shadow under the hood, and he said softly, "I want to kill the subject just like you."

Fortunately, there was a face of astonishment at first, and then he flew into a rage: "No! I won't allow you to do this!"

She pursed her lips: "In this world, Yun Rong will only get in the way."

"Don't even think about it!" Xingwu was trembling with anger: "Once you kill the subject, you will lose the future forever!"

She laughed at herself, and her tone suddenly became a little sad: "It's just a demon, it's just an illusion... What's the future?"

There is no god when you look up, and it is difficult to enter the world when you lower your head. Only the darkness and nightmares accompany you.

She has already been injured half of her life by wind and rain.

Xing Wu looked at her, his eyes were rarely dark and moist, his tone was soft, as if swearing: "The dream is not over yet, there are still cicadas in the great cold."

Where the little tiger disappeared, not long after, two slender figures appeared out of thin air.

The robes of the maids of the shrine dragged to the floor, but they were not stained.

Lady Si Xi picked up a tree demon vine leaf from the ground. The green and fresh leaves were mottled with blood, exuding the special scent of blood of the Protoss.

Her expression instantly became extremely serious: "Little Tiger, I'm hurt!"

Officer Qingshui's gentle face suddenly showed a bit of murderous intent: "We must find her as soon as possible."

"But Baiye Luoshu can cover up the aura of the little tiger."

Qingshui's eyes flickered, and he said: "Let's go to the three realms of Ghost Mountain. The demons want to resurrect the demon king. They must open the bronze gate in the three realms, and the little tiger will definitely appear there."

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The wheels are rolling.

No one knows where the specific location of the Three Realms of Ghost Mountain is.

But through the seal of ghost marriage, Bai Li'an and his party were able to find out the location of You Guilang.

Walking all the way to the northwest, Bai Lian found that You Guilang's footprints were very chaotic. He clearly had a clear goal, but he walked around and seemed to be hesitating and struggling.

Although the purpose is clear, but through these traces, it can be known that he is stumbling and hesitating at the moment.

When Bai Lian actually saw You Guilang, he found that three teams had already collided head-on with You Guilang.

The team led by Prince Zhongyou Ying Xiu was among them.

What's more interesting is that there is another team that is waving the Raging Fire Profound Banner of the Myriad Dao Immortal Alliance, and the one who took the lead in attacking and killing You Guilang was actually a familiar face.

Lin Guiyuan.

Bai Lian was stunned.

Compared to when they parted, Lin Guiyuan's aura was more than a little bit stronger. When he first entered Immortal City, he and Lin Yuan were in the same realm, both being Tuohai.

In just a few days, with this majestic momentum, it can be seen at a glance that he has broken through the realm of spirit inheritance.

His clothes were ragged for some reason, and countless black runes were engraved on his exposed skin. Every time he swung his fist, those black runes would burst out with intense light. You Guilang was evenly matched.

(End of this chapter)