long night walk

Chapter 381
Ying Xiu's face was sinking like water, and he couldn't see it with his own eyes. Su Jing's simple words wiped out You Guilang's desire to survive completely. What You Guilang spit out was not black blood. It is his spiritual source for the past 3000 years.

He ran out of oil and dried up the lamp.

He came here from the Zhongyou Dynasty all the way for this 3000-year-old ghost body.

But now, it was completely empty.

What is even more frustrating is that not only You Guilang failed to succeed, but even Hongying unexpectedly developed a heart of rebellion.

The middle and the dark are orderly, and all heroic spirit ghosts must not violate the spirit master's spell.

Anyone who resists the order is a serious crime, and must be thrown into the Zhuque Pond in Zhongyou, and the soul will be refined with the holy fire for three years as a precept before the crime of disobedience can be washed away.

After three years of refining the soul with the holy fire, Hongying's strength will inevitably be greatly reduced.

Ying Xiu didn't expect that he would be so hurt by his party in Xianling City.

What made him even more frustrated was that Su Jing knew that he was here for You Guilang, but he still mercilessly destroyed You Guilang completely, leaving no room for him.

Compared with Ying Xiu, it was Second River who was more angry and mad.

You Guilang is the only key that can open the gate of the three realms of Ghost Mountain, and no one can replace it. If he dies, no one will be able to enter that legendary realm and meet the great king of the demon clan.

He sucked the force of his palm towards You Guilang, and his broken body rose from the ground and landed in his palm, and the endless spiritual breath kept rushing towards his heart veins.

Second River's distracted body became dim at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he said in a deep voice, "Feng Qing! It was I who lured you into a demon and gave you 3000 years of life as a ghost. Your life is mine. I won't let you die, even the Lord of the Nether Palace dare not take your soul! Do you believe it or not?!"

You Guilang didn't answer, just let out a hoarse and crazy laugh.

The magic surrounding the mask deepened, and the veins in the palm of the hand clasping the disabled body bulged, but the voice under the mask suddenly became strangely gentle.

"My boy, you have survived for 3000 years, 3000 years, you have survived the years of wasting countless mortal lives, why did you give up at the last step?

You are right, the new Fourth River was born 300 years ago, but Master did not intend to give up on you, are you really going to give up everything for a woman again? "

You Guilang laughed, there was black blood between his lips and teeth, and his blood-red eyes couldn't express the sarcasm: "I'm going to die, do you think I still care about this?"

The hands clasping his body were almost unable to break the terrifying killing intent. He turned a pair of dangerous blood-red eyes and looked at Su Jing through the mask. His eerie gaze almost pierced people's hearts!

"Okay...very good! Years of plans fell apart! Taixuanzong, Su Jing——shouldn't have kept you back then!"

Ying Xiu's face darkened, and the hostility in his eyes surged uncontrollably, and he said sharply, "Take down this devil!"

Porridge everyone, look at me, I look at you, they are not monks under the seat of Zhongyou, so naturally they don't have to obey Ying Xiu's orders. The existence of a mysterious level.

Even if it's just a distraction, none of them dare to be the early bird.

Bai Lian twirled the piccolo lightly in his hand, and was about to make a move, but there was a sound of a figure sprinting beside him.

Looking around, it was Mencius.

He has a solemn face, with his left arm holding the whisk, and his right hand holding a sword to draw a picture of Yin and Yang, the sound of the sword breaking through the sky is heard one after another, the wind is strong on the mountain road, countless snow flakes turn like blades, and immediately turn into a blizzard The general lingering sword intent shrouded in the direction of the second river.

The sword intent and its power actually implied the fury of anger.

Amidst the endless sharpness, the eyes full of hostility under Second River's mask turned blood slightly, and he let out a little gasp, as if by accident the first person to attack him was Meng Zifei.

The palm with a broken finger pressed deeply against the ground under his feet, and the sky was full of snow, and the continuous sword intent felt unprecedented gravity at this moment, and it fell vertically towards the ground. Countless deep small holes, riddled with holes like after being eaten by moths.

The disparity in power is obvious at a glance.

But Bai Lian clearly caught the moment of hesitation in Second River, as if he was hesitating whether to kill Meng Zifei here.

Then he just sighed.

The murderous intention no longer suppresses the concealment.

The pressed palm was raised again, and countless slender ice needles were suspended in the countless insect-like holes in the ground. Each ice needle was condensed with powerful spiritual thoughts, and stood up like countless murderous intentions. , the cold wind suddenly picked up on the mountain road, blasting out through the wind and snow.

Meng Zifei sensed the murderous intent of Second River, his face was pale, but he showed no sign of retreating, he swung the sword in his hand to protect the vitals of his eyes, and his left hand whisk flew like three thousand white silks.

The slender ice needles flew around like broken grass, but they were extremely sharp, and the white dust whisks scattered in a colorful manner. The ice needles hit Meng Zifei's hands, legs, and chest deeply without any suspense, leaving spots of blood. The scars stained him red.

There was also a particularly slender and vicious ice needle piercing towards his heart.

Mencius let out a low growl, and on the verge of life and death, he hastily turned sideways in mid-air to avoid it.

The ice needle tore through his clothes, and a puddle of blood gradually emerged, even the ghost flower that he had hidden so carefully to drive away the poison of the demon also fell out like shredded paper stained with blood.

Mencius took the lead in attacking, and although he did not cause substantial damage to You Guilang, he fell to the ground with blood all over his body.

However, it successfully aroused everyone's fighting spirit. They roared in unison, and all forces formed formations to kill them.

It was precisely because of Meng Zifei's attack that everyone knew the depth of Second River's distraction.

Then no more scruples.

After all, even if it's just a distraction, it's still Second River's distraction.

Ying Xiu strode forward, helped Meng Zifei up, put his palms on his back, and continuously channeled spiritual power for him and protected his heart veins.

"I don't know how to live or die! Compared with the power of all parties present, how can it be counted in the palm of your hand? How can it be your turn to die!"

Mencius opened his eyes weakly, his lips were pale and did not speak. He looked at Bai Lian fixedly, and moved his lips silently.

Bai Lian didn't keep up with the team besieging Second River, and his extremely clean eyes under the umbrella turned slightly, looking at the dying Meng Zifei in Ying Xiu's arms.

He was silent for a while, until he saw Mencius Fei's bloody left hand tremblingly caressing the broken whisk, and seeing his eyes gradually moisten, Bai Lian sighed and said helplessly: "Mr. Meng is seriously injured and weak, it's better to rest and heal."

Mencius shook his lips, smiled gratefully at him, then tilted his head, and passed out.

(End of this chapter)