long night walk

Chapter 377
However, Bai Lian's own purpose is not for You Guilang, no matter what, it is the best policy to force You Guilang out of the Second Realm temporarily, and then do other things.

He didn't care about the few monks who came to fight angrily towards him. The nine unicorns outside the car made a long cry, stepped on the waves of fire clouds with their hooves, and kicked heavily on the chests of the few monks, sending them straight to the ground. Step fainted.

The owner's territory cannot be violated by others.

You Guilang laughed loudly, very proud, he hid in the dark sand that was about to dissipate, and said inexplicable words that everyone couldn't understand: "I quit! Now that I have this girl, what else can I do?" Pray for the sad dream of Spring and Autumn! From now on, there will be no ghost man like me in the fairy city! I want to use my life to open the door for you, a dog, dreaming!"

I don't know if it was intended to target, but there are especially many ghosts interfering with Ying Xiu, and he is at a loss for time.

He ordered sharply: "Take down You Guilang!"

In the language, there are hidden curses.

A round of crimson pentagrams flashed on the forehead of the heroic spirit Hongying. Under the urging of the power of words, her black hair danced wildly, and the surrounding world transformed into spirits. Yin Yu battlefield.

The red blood-stained land, the flag of the broken blade, and a round of blood-stained sun are about to fall from the western horizon, just like the gradual darkness when the morning light passes away.

Where the horizon meets the light, You Guilang's figure is locked cleanly.

The red cherry disappeared in place, like a gust of dark wind passing through, sweeping a trail of clear smoke and light shadows on the black earth.

In the bloody battlefield, along with the shadow of the red cherry like smoke, sharp and cold blades continued to flash.

You Guilang's face was serious, a high-pitched scream came out of his mouth, his eyes were blood red, he did not hesitate to hold the female ghost in his arms tightly, and greeted him with his back.

The blade held by Hong Ying's fingertips trembled slightly, and shot out, setting off several winds, but failed to land on You Guilang.

Gangfeng brushed over his cheeks, wiping out a slender line of blood red.

The blade glow plunged into the darkness, piercing through the dark screen, tearing a huge gap in the sky of the battlefield.

You Guilang was startled.

consternation.

at a loss.

accident.

These emotions flashed across his face, and he couldn't allow him to think deeply about why he would get help from strangers again and again when he was at the end of his life.

Seizing every opportunity to escape, he rushed towards the gap without hesitation.

Behind him, Ying Xiu roared furiously: "Hongying! How dare you betray me?!"

Red cherry? !
This name is like a soft thorn, hooked in You Guilang's cold heart.

The footsteps of his escape subconsciously stopped for a moment.

Perhaps the desire to survive is more important than anything else at this moment, so he didn't recall the origin of the name for a while, nor did he notice that the blind belt on the face of the heroine from Zhongyou had already been soaked in blood.

After hesitating for only a moment, he continued to step forward on the dark sand, and the idea of ​​living in his heart occupied everything.

As for the punishment for the heroine who betrayed Prince Zhongyou, that was not his concern.

Just because of this momentary inexplicable hesitation, the torn crack healed partly again, making it difficult for him to pass through.

You Guilang stretched out a palm impatiently, trying to forcefully break the formation.

At this moment, a man's palm came through the twilight. The palm was shaped into a blade, and it looked very ordinary. There was no aura and profound power in the palm, but a faint callus on the palm, as if a hand that often inserted Hand of a farmer with rice paddy.

But when that hand appeared in You Guilang's sight, unprecedented fear appeared on his face.

The palm of that hand seemed to be dipped into tofu, crushing and piercing You Guilang's protruding palm, forearm, and arm one by one.

A hand that looks very ordinary, but hides unparalleled power.

As a result, You Guilang's body, which was almost about to escape from this situation, fell from a high place, becoming mutilated and bloody.

In the darkness, there was a cold snort: "Do you think you can escape? Good boy."

You Guilang's eyes went black for a while, he immediately struggled to get up, but two balls of blood exploded on his knees without warning, and he knelt down heavily again.

Good boy?
Does You Guilang still have Master's?
That's right, when You Guilang was a man, his master was the head of the righteous sect in the world, but because he went down the mountain and killed one person by mistake, in the end, the whole sect was killed, and no one survived.

Therefore, his master should have passed away 3000 years ago.

Could it be his new teacher after he turned into a ghost?

Why has it never been heard?

Everyone looked up in a daze, and heard mocking chuckles piercing the air.

You Guilang knelt on the ground, looking terrifying and ferocious, like a vicious dog whose old wounds had been torn open suddenly, and kept howling terribly.

Meng Zifei heard that laughter like a vulture circling, the blood on his face faded instantly, he clenched his hands tightly, the veins on the back of his hands were slightly raised, and he was trembling.

His face was very ugly, and he freed one hand to tightly strangle the wrist of the other hand, and only then managed to stop the trembling.

Bai Li'an's gaze settled on Meng Zifei for a moment, taking a panoramic view of his series of subtle actions, and then he saw a man in a purple robe slowly coming out of the night.

The man was wearing a mask made of metal, and the mask was faintly entwined with the dark magic breath, revealing a sense of eerieness.

Facing the crowd, he said straight to the point: "I come from one of the long rivers in the far north, and the name of the river is Buried Heart."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone's expression changed, and someone exclaimed: "The devil... the remnants of the devil..."

The purple-robed man chuckled.

Then that person's head rolled on the ground like a melon, and the wound on his neck and shoulders was like a mirror. It was covered by a thin layer of sword energy, and blood could hardly break through the sword energy.

Shino's atmosphere instantly froze like ice.

"I am indeed a member of the Demon Sect. You can call me the Demon Head, you can call me the Second River, but please don't use the word Remnant Evil."

There were bursts of laughter from under the skull mask, his voice seemed to have been processed by some kind of sound technique, and the original voice could not be heard, he said leisurely: "After all, my Langya Demon Sect has not yet reached the day of extinction. "

He stepped on the head of You Guilang who was screaming, and crushed his cheek deeply into the mud.

His voice was full of love and regret: "My dear apprentice, if you are obedient and open the door of the three realms, you will not be exposed to the sight of these sheep as a teacher. You play like this, but you are disobeying the teacher." order."

You Guilang gritted his teeth: "You don't want me to be used by you again!"

Zipao chuckled twice, and he shook his big hand in the direction of You Guilang. The female ghost Hesha in You Guilang's arms immediately rose into the air, and he grabbed it vigorously.

At this time, the sound of the flute suddenly rose sharply, and the dark wind between heaven and earth was used as a blade, and it slashed towards the protruding palm of the man in purple robe.

Zipao snorted softly, quickly withdrew his palm as if fearful, and the fierce wind brushed against his fingertips, cutting off a severed finger.

However, there was no trace of blood gushing out, and before the severed finger fell to the ground, it turned into a wisp of black flames and embers.

　Just found a foothold, sorry for the late update, I recommend a book written by a good friend who cultivates immortals and does not talk about martial arts
　　
　
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