long night walk

Chapter 644 Waiting for your soul to return to the underworld, treat me to a glass of red candle wedding wine

The wind and snow blowing by the lake, the petals rustled and floated on the cold lake, forming a layer of crystal.

At this moment, Feng Ju found that the domain aura around him was invaded by the unfamiliar wind and snow domain at this moment, the aura around him suddenly frantic, the hem of his clothes was torn and rattled, and he almost couldn't stand still.

As her white hands grasped the shattering thunder, the strong wind pushed back against the lake, making the red dress on her dance wildly, and the blood dripping from the hem of the clothes sprinkled on the pure white lake, like winter snow. Red plums, while poignant and beautiful, also reveal a bit of bleak and chilling meaning.

The dazzling thunder light illuminated the lake, and it also illuminated Feng Ju's horrified eyes.

The shattered thunder calamity assimilated into the wind and snow, turned into thousands of fire trees and silver flowers, and sprinkled into the sky. The underground world did not see a dome, so without the suppression of the nine heavens, the thunder calamity squeezed and brewed in this small world An unknown and terrifying force appeared, which seemed to turn the entire world into ashes of thunder and fire.

Yin Baishuang stood under the light of thunder, and the thunder clouds gathered above her head. She looked up at the thunder disaster that had been accumulated for 200 years and could not be released. She was fed with her spiritual power all day long. .

Feng Ju frowned tightly, and slashed at the thunder disaster with a sword, trying to destroy it.

But what the sword light plundered was nothing more than dripping water like a sinking abyss, which was swept away by the thunder flower and disappeared.

His complexion was faintly pale. Although this thunder catastrophe was extremely dangerous, if he passed through it, it would undoubtedly be the rain of gods who quenched the body and forged the soul of the soldiers.

Thinking about the guardian of the Demon Sect who has broken through the realm for hundreds of years, there is nothing he can do about this catastrophe today.

However, with such a terrible catastrophe, how dare she, a mortal who has only cultivated for 200 years, dare to resist?

Yin Baishuang withdrew his gaze, looked at Feng Ju and said indifferently: "Today, I will only take one step."

Before Feng Ju understood this sentence, the woman in red on the lake took a simple step forward slowly.

The light of thunder in the sky suddenly exploded, and the mountain-like thunder pond hung upside down, pouring down like a torrential rain, and baptizing the person in red.

Crossing the catastrophe in one step, drawing a mine pool.

The thunder that poured into the sky failed to damage the lake surface, the lotus flowers were still there, and the lake light was like a mirror.

Yin Baishuang stood still in one step, the red clothes were surrounded by lightning currents, and the thunder pool above her head continued to pour and collapse. Obviously, Lei Jie should slightly purse his thin lips for her, and his almond eyes were not angry: "Don't make mistakes!"

She said one step, that is one step.

One step through the catastrophe and soul enlightenment, but the thunder catastrophe that belonged to her has not yet dissipated, and a more terrifying heaven and earth catastrophe is vaguely brewing, which is obviously not the movement that should be in a realm of transcending catastrophe like the soul enlightenment realm .

With her words and eyes, a gust of autumn wind blew up in the thunder pond, and Jackie Chan vaguely swallowed the thunder pond and heavenly calamity, and the frost dragon hid in the red sleeve.

Feng Ju stood stiffly on the spot, trembling physically and mentally, and felt that the scene in front of him was so absurd that it was like a nightmare!
As the wind stopped, Yin Baishuang slowly spread a pale snow-like palm towards Feng Ju, and said with a sneer, "I'll defeat you in one step, but you are not convinced, Feng Ju, the protector of the demon sect?"

The next moment, real frost and snow condensed in her palm, and she slowly pulled out a spirit sword as thin as ice from the frost and snow.

Between the long dancing strands of hair, there seemed to be countless clean snow dust floating out.

One step across the line between heaven and man, between mortals and immortals.

She held an ordinary spirit sword in her hand, and when she drew the sword again, the wind and snow rising from the blade of the sword was majestic and trembling, like a snow mountain rising from the ground, and when the sword fell, it was suppressed again.

Feng Ju's heart suddenly felt guilty, the unprovoked death warning made his fingers cold, his eyes were extremely gloomy, his hands turned into circles, and he pulled out three thousand waves of bright red blood from the ground, and said sharply: "If I don't accept it, what can you do to me? It seems that my name of Fengju has disappeared in the world for too long, so that you, the juniors, have lost your mind to this point. It is only less than a day after breaking through the situation. Today, I will take away your name of genius , let's see how long you can be arrogant?"

The blood wave spread like a catastrophe, and under Feng Ju's wild swing of both palms, the blood wave seemed to be endowed with life. The red-clothed woman on the lake grabbed her and went away.

Yin Baishuang's brows and eyes were as indifferent as before, she raised it, and held the sword across her chest. The spirit sword in her hand was very ordinary, and the name of the sword was "Shuang". The big round head poked out joyfully and excitedly, looking at the Xuehanfeng long spirit sword, his eyes gradually became moist.

There was almost no ups and downs in the movement of her horizontal sword, the ordinary spirit sword suddenly had the icy coldness of autumn water, lightly swiped horizontally, and streaks of blue frost and purple electricity burst out from the edge of the sword, Illuminate the clear and distant lines on the sword, and for a moment it is dazzling and winding, and the blood is blue and white, as if the color has been refined and washed.

The next moment, under that sword, heavy waves of blood were torn into countless bright red blood catkins and light willows like a torn autumn wind, and the sword broke through.

The sword energy continued, and even entangled more fiercely, like a dragon and snake entangled. In an instant, the frosty sword energy, whose momentum was higher than the blood wave, engulfed Feng Ju's figure in an instant.

After a while, the sword energy dissipated into the vastness. Feng Ju stood on the spot, and the scholar's clothes fluttered silently in the wind. The clothes on his body were as clean as ever, without any sword marks, but the skin exposed outside the clothes, emerged. Strands of mottled traces.

It is like the mottled corpse spots left by the extreme cold speed, like the frost and snow left on the stone platform for a long time.

He couldn't feel any pain in his body, but in the dark, he felt a kind of cold death spreading rapidly in his body. Feng Ju's eyes were slightly blank, and a sense of powerlessness appeared in his heart. He bowed his head Looking at his palms, both the skin and the palm lines between the palms became very thin and transparent, and the white bones under the flesh and blood were clearly visible, as if they could be dispersed by a light wind.

Like the straw that crushed the last camel, Yin Baishuang patted Xiaoshou's head lightly, making it return to the small coffin, and swung the sword again.

The wind of the sword is mighty, like a giant scythe harvesting straw, and the weeds growing on the lakeside are flying away one after another. Feng Ju is swept away by the sword energy, as if a strong wind blows, and the hem of his clothes dances wildly against the wind. Clouds and leaves were swept away by the wind, leaving no more than half an inch, only withered bones.

Two eyeballs fell out of the eye sockets, slipped along the cheekbones and fell to the ground, Feng Ju let out a low hoarse voice of gurgling pain, his knees went limp, and he knelt down on the ground again, describing his desperation.

This time, the clear and crisp voice of the woman in red came from the swaying breeze.

"Don't accept it, hold back."

No matter how unbearable Feng Ju was, with a puff, a large amount of blood seeped out from his bones, eyes, sockets, nose and mouth, wet his clothes, and stained the old soil red.

The bones all over his body creaked because of patience, and the will-o'-the-wisps gathered in his eye sockets, jumping ferociously: "You can't kill me!"

Yin Baishuang laughed piercingly: "But I can make your life worse than death."

Feng Ju roared angrily: "The underworld dragon is coming to take revenge on the whole world. Today, this land and mountains are your graveyards!"

The red clothes waved up like flames, and Yin Baishuang looked coldly at the magma flames engulfing the darkness in the distance. The momentum was not weaker than a hundred thousand volcanoes erupting at the same time. disaster.

Feng Ju fell on the ground, sneered coldly and said: "It seems that there is not much time left for the genius girl of Taixuanzong, even if she is willing to sacrifice herself, her soul will purify the source of magic breath, but unfortunately, she will only be bathed. Master Minglong who came from the fire crushed into pieces, and together with this piece of lotus, will decay and sink into the dust, and you will never be reborn forever!"

rustling...

rustling...

rustling...

Similar to the movement of insects crawling rapidly in the sand, in the world where the sea of ​​flames spread from the sky, countless dark ghosts crushed the border, madly attacking and killing popular places.

The nigger hands who can safely cross the fire that has been boiled and scorched by the dragon's breath, all of them have the strength of cultivation comparable to the realm of crossing the catastrophe.

And this is exactly where the evil spirits hidden in the land of magic land far away from the world of mortals are truly terrifying.

Yin Baishuang's expression was serious, he didn't expect that group of ghosts to come so quickly.

The group of filthy creatures hiding in the land of Demon Soil are far more difficult to deal with than this phoenix giant.

What was even more frightening was that even if she had the blessing of Yinglong's ancestor in that ominous sea of ​​flames, it would be difficult for her body to survive a stick of incense in that sea of ​​flames and magma.

She looked sideways at the woman deep in the lotus that she had hated for more than two hundred years, knowing that it was absolutely safe for her to evacuate at this moment.

And right now, Su Jing didn't have so much time to purify the Sealing Netherland.

Taking a deep breath, Yin Baishuang was mentally prepared for a desperate fight.

When the red sleeves were raised lightly, thunder and fire bloomed in the sleeves.

At the same time, her pale pink lips slowly faded. Her skin color was originally as fair as a beautiful jade. For some reason, in the second bloom of Lei Jie, it gradually showed a kind of paleness and weakness like a gauze moon.

Between the beautiful eyebrows, a bright red thunder streak slowly split open.

In the indifferent pupils, there was a faint sense of pain that could not be suppressed.

Seeing this, Feng Ju couldn't help being stunned, and the ghost fires in his eye sockets were blazing: "It turns out that you didn't break through to become a fairy 200 years ago. It's not because you didn't want to become a fairy, but because you made the vow of the demon! You once made the vow of the demon!" , and violated the oath! Therefore, your Thunder Tribulation is more terrifying and powerful than a thousand-year-old immortal land, so you could not become a fairy 200 years ago!"

He laughed loudly: "No wonder, no wonder! If you hadn't been forced to do nothing at this moment, you would never have escaped from the catastrophe! It's just the light of the day and night, and the price of today's trip to the catastrophe may even be your father. Yin Dufeng can't resolve it either! Hahaha!!!"

"Noisy!" Yin Baishuang snorted coldly, his sleeves fluttered up, and the robbery of swallowing thunder and hiding his sleeves was about to tear his sleeves out.

If within today, she survived two catastrophes in a row, she really doesn't know what kind of appearance this body will evolve into.

There was a sound of crushing ice, and a hand came through the flowers and leaves, and the fingertips were still wet with unmelted frost and snow, which made the hand look too white and beautiful.

The slippery and cold fingers climbed onto the big red sleeve, strangled her slender wrist bones, and there seemed to be a strange power in the palm, which actually melted all the lightning calamity under his palm.

Yin Baishuang looked back in astonishment, the cracks between her brows were bright red, and she saw the cold woman covered in the cold dew of the lotus fragrance, looking at her unstainedly, as if a cold snow had fallen in her black and white eyes.

The other party calmly and slowly pressed down her raised arm, and said softly: "It doesn't have to be like this."

At this time, Su Jing had just awakened from her soul, and her body was still covered with unmelted frost and snow. Wisps of frost and snow were soaked in her black and soft hair, which complemented her jade-like posture, white and clear like snow.

Yin Baishuang also looked at Su Jing steadfastly, undisguised disgust slowly emerged in those almond eyes, she broke away from her hand, and said coldly: "You are really arrogant, the soul cure technique Now, you dare to stay in a half-soul in that piece of Netherland, you really are not afraid of being assimilated into a fierce spirit."

Su Jing shook his head, and said, "The demonic energy of the Netherland is hard to dissipate, it's not a temporary achievement."

Yin Baishuang sarcastically said: "Then why are you coming back so quickly? Do you really think that I will lose your body and run for my life?"

Su Jing ignored Yin Baishuang's ridicule, and said with a very serious expression, "You can't go through the catastrophe again."

Yin Baishuang sneered again, and was about to speak when Su Jing lowered his eyebrows and said, "If you die, do you want that ghost boy to become a helpless ghost dominated by resentment again?"

Yin Baishuang's pupils shrank violently, her lips were tightly pursed, and she stopped talking.

Su Jing saw no gratitude, no pity, let alone sympathy, and she said calmly, "You first solve the trouble of vowing the inner demon in your body. Now that I have woken up, there is no need to worry about the next thing." You're doing great."

Yin Baishuang narrowed his eyes, obviously not agreeing with her statement.

Su Jing knew that she was not easy to deal with, so he directly used his trump card, glanced lightly, and said, "If this continues, even after you die, the law of heaven and earth will find it for you very considerately in order to make you fulfill your oath. The soul of the young lord of the ghost sect will formally complete the ceremony with you in the underworld, right? That’s fine, the Zhongyou Dynasty has always had a wide range of connections, so it won’t be difficult for me to ask for a glass or two of wedding wine.”

Su Jing has never talked much, but when a word starts to flow out, it is likely to be piercing.

Yin Baishuang's eyelids twitched, it was obvious that she had been brushed against the scales, and she was pinching her vitals. Her face was terribly cold: "Since you want to take on this disaster, I will follow you. If you accidentally die in the sea of ​​fire, I will die." I didn’t take the time to find your bones and bring you back to Taixuanzong.”

After finishing speaking, she didn't want to hear Su Jing's voice at all. She pinched the sword formula and pointed it between her eyebrows. The bright red cracks began to heal. Passed out.

Su Jing took half a step back in an extremely inconsiderate manner, and let Yin Baishuang fall face down on the icy lake. She drew out the Love Slashing Sword and placed it horizontally on her chest. The faint sword fire enveloped a mysterious light , to protect her.

White clothes and black hair, fluttering with the wind.

Her cold eyes looked at the fiery magma from far to near, and in those eyes of still water and deep flow, two burning white lotuses slowly emerged...

(End of this chapter)