long night walk

Chapter 646 A man without a heartbeat

Bai Li'an nimbly turned around in mid-air several times, but the dragon-slaying sword in his hand did not come down for a long time.

The rattling hem of the clothes almost all passed against the smooth dragon scales, and the whole person slid along the dragon's belly.

After the Battle of the Bronze Gate, Bai Lian was also very experienced in dealing with this huge dragon snake.

He released the moon-watching wolf in the shadow, bit and swallowed the ghost hands attached to the dragon's body and swooped over. Without Bai Lian looking around, the surrounding obstacles and dangers were swept away by the moon-watching wolf in an instant.

Soon he came to the heart of the dragon's belly, and the golden ancient sword was shining brightly in his hand.

The blood energy is condensed on the front, coupled with the Dragon Slaying Sword, a sword with special attributes, which is invulnerable to fire, and the immortal dragon scale is easily cut a huge gap at this moment, like a hot knife into cold oil.

The scarlet dragon's blood spewed out with a black mist-like turbid breath. The wound was not big, but extremely deep.

Bai Lian slashed into the dragon scale with a sword, but he was not in a hurry to withdraw the sword. He stuck the tip of the sword deep in the wound, pressed the sword with force with his arm, and hit the hilt of the dragon-killing sword with Tian Ce Junshan with his backhand .

The broken dragon scale wound between the heart was pried out a deep wound in an instant, like a scab being torn apart by the whole blood dripping.

The bright red heart under the scales is constantly beating, and the black and white mottled whiskers dance wildly.

At this moment, a human arm limply fell out from the tentacles of flesh and blood.

Ye Shu, who reacted extremely quickly, recovered from the shock in an instant, and said excitedly: "It's Lin Zheng! A hand fell out!"

Bai Lian used his sword to chop off a large piece of tentacles, and the dragon-slaying sword was stained with the blood produced by the bones of the immortals and the secret methods of the palace.

Under the sweeping of the sword's edge, it is like a pen scatter and ink painting in water, which disappears when wiped lightly.

It's just that the blood spawned by the bone of the immortal is limited, and it is extremely spiritually exhausting to deal with the existence of the world master level like the dragon.

Slashing two swords in a row, obviously felt strenuous, and the growth rate of the fleshy whiskers constantly growing in the heart was faster than that of crazy weeds.

Baili'an knew what he was facing, so he didn't dare to continue fighting.

Grabbing one of Lin Zheng's arms, he broke the bone again to generate blood, and smeared it on the entire body of the sword. The gold-plated sword patterns were instantly ignited by blood, and poured into it fiercely towards the heart of Minglong.

The heart that was shaking like the earth jumped suddenly, and then the scarlet meridians exploded densely on the surface of the bright red heart, and then it seemed to be frozen by time, and fell silent.

Zhang Wu's flying beard slumped instantly, and the rhythm of devouring Lin Zheng also stopped, and half of his body rolled out from a pile of rotten meat smashed by the sword energy.

Bai Lian took advantage of the situation and pulled Lin Zheng out of his heart. With a puff, he brought out a large pile of rotten fresh meat, and turned back to the rock.

Ye Shu quickly helped Lin Zheng's body, and didn't check his breathing, but just put his palm on his back, pouring spiritual energy continuously.

Bai Lian tore off a piece of his sleeve, quickly wrapped it around the wound between his palms, and said, "He's not breathing."

Ye Shu's black and white eyes shone slightly, and he couldn't see any major emotional turmoil, so he calmly uttered three words: "I can't die."

Lin Zheng is clearly just a human monk, but his body reveals all kinds of unexplainable weirdness.

Not to mention why he was able to accelerate the awakening of the underworld dragon, he was assimilated and devoured by the heart for so long, but there were basically no external injuries on his body.

Moreover, from Ye Shu's tone, it seemed that he had already expected the ending that he could not be completely swallowed and refined by the dragon.

Sure enough, not long after, under the infusion of Ye Shu's spiritual power, Lin Zheng's cold and dead body began to gradually regain vitality, and his pale face gradually recovered some blood.

Ye Shu got up and carried him behind his back, glanced at the underworld dragon walking slowly through the sea of ​​flames, and calmly analyzed:
"It is impossible to re-seal the underworld dragon with a dragon-slaying sword alone. It is getting closer and closer to the king city of the demon world, and this place can gradually sense the demonic energy infiltrated from the outside world. If it continues to 'eat' like this , Underworld Dragon will only become more and more..."

In the middle of speaking, Ye Shu's tone suddenly stopped, and he looked in a certain direction.

Bai Lian asked, "What's wrong?"

"Someone..."

"people."

"It's a survivor." Ye Shu said in a flat tone, watching a green willow leaf magnified countless times floating in the sea of ​​flames, and a dozen people stood sparsely on the leaf, all of whom entered the underground palace together.

They are all monks who can roll around in the slave camp to survive. In the desperate situation, there are naturally some ways to save their lives.

He looked at the leader standing in front of the blue leaf boat, a middle-aged monk with an ordinary appearance, holding a igniter's Jianyin incense in his hand.

The faint white fragrance mist floats and does not disperse, shrouding the green leaves and small boats. It is estimated that the ghost hands in the surrounding magma mistakenly think that this breath is of the same kind, so they have crossed here safely without being disturbed.

Now that the underworld dragon has fully recovered and awakened, this group of human monks can't care whether they will face the slaughter of the demon king after going out, and they all run for their lives.

It's just that the green leaf boat came all the way across the fire, and its spiritual power gradually dissipated and collapsed. Obviously, there was not enough time for them to safely evacuate this underground palace.

When they saw the only remaining piece of rock in the sea of ​​flames, everyone fled up like a monkey's butt on fire.

As soon as one of the monks jumped up, he drew his sword, pointed at Ye Shu and said sharply, "You little devil is still alive?!"

Another cultivator also drew his sword, with a cold face: "The Lin family has really raised a white-eyed wolf for so many years. Old Master Lin has been so kind to you, yet you want to take the life of the young master! Let him go! "

Ye Shu was too lazy to talk to this group of guys who could only bark incompetently.

The monks who had just escaped from the sea of ​​flames and were about to riot saw the culprit who had caused them so miserable as soon as they landed.

Titian, the middle-aged monk on the bow of the green leaf boat, didn't say a word, but made the angry people calm down in an instant.

Ye Shu glanced at them slightly mockingly.

The weak always like to live in groups when faced with difficulties. They have the lightest power in their hands, but they clamor louder than anyone else.

And I prefer to consciously pick a leader tacitly and habitually, and follow that leader.

But looking at the behavior of that middle-aged monk, it is obvious that the incense belongs to him, and so does the green leaf boat.

But he doesn't have the attitude of bossing around, and he doesn't have the power to unite everyone like Lin Zheng's young master.

From the beginning to the end, it seemed extremely quiet, even a little inconspicuous.

Because of his sensitive identity, Ye Shuben didn't like to flirt with people who had nothing to do with him.

He has never had any contact with the group of monks in the slave camp, and this group of monks has always regarded themselves very highly and disdain to associate with the sons of retainers, so that Ye Shu has not realized until now that there is such a person hidden in the team. figure.

The middle-aged monk didn't say a word, and he didn't have the slightest intention to be courteous to the corporal.

But even the long-sleeved and good-wielding Lin Zheng couldn't do what he did. When he stood there at a critical moment, everyone subconsciously bowed their heads and moved closer to him, worshiping him as the leader in a submissive gesture.

Ye Shu lowered his eyes and looked at the incense that was about to burn out in his hand: "It's a rare thing for you to see Yinxiang."

The plainly dressed middle-aged monk remained silent, pinching Jian Yinxiang's two fingers lightly.

A short piece of incense fell straight to the ground, and by coincidence, it was embedded in a crack on the ground surface, slowly producing fragrance.

He folded his hands in his cuffs, his eyelids slightly shrugged, and his shoulders were lightly retracted, showing a defenseless and airless posture.

At this moment, he looks like the second uncle who is watching a play in the market. If he is still holding a handful of melon seeds in his hand and kowtow, it will be more appropriate.

Hearing the movements of this group of people, Bai Lian sighed helplessly, and said, "Are you planning to leave the underground palace and take refuge in the royal city first?"

Hearing Bai Li'an's question, the attitude of those monks was submissive, after all, Taixuanzong's name is too prestigious.

Although there were many disputes with him in the bone wall of the underground palace at that time, but now that he has calmed down, he naturally knows that there is no need to quarrel with this Taixuanzong disciple.

The two monks who first questioned Ye Shu put away their swords and were about to reply, but who would have thought that the middle-aged man opened his eyes and looked Bai Lian up and down: "Not really, I You came here to see how you plan to deal with this beast."

Bailian: "..."

He opened his mouth so suddenly that everyone in the audience was speechless for a while.

This is an understatement to see how he plans to deal with the evil beast?

It was as if the second uncle who had nothing to do in the east of the city rushed to the north of the city to watch people butcher pigs early in the morning.

Bai Lian said very politely: "I don't know how to call the senior?"

The middle-aged man replied: "Ni Di." Strange surname, strange first name.

Bai Lian said sincerely: "Senior, I really can't deal with this."

The middle-aged man frowned slightly, as if he was very dissatisfied with his answer.

Bai Lian smiled and said tentatively: "Why don't you give it a try, old man?"

The middle-aged man frowned even deeper, but at this moment, all the emotions in his eyes had been suppressed, making the ordinary and unfamiliar face of the middle-aged man look a little indifferent: Minglong will not be able to leave this underground palace for a while, you It is possible to take this opportunity to return to the royal city. "

Bai Li'an was clever, so he recognized the hidden meaning in his words, and asked, "Why is Dark Dragon so inseparable from the underground palace for a while?"

The middle-aged man's slanted eyes were deep, and he said indifferently: "Since the dragon broke free from the five swords, how far has it traveled in half an hour?"

If someone asks this question, no one will be able to answer it. In such despair, everyone is thinking about how to get out of the predicament, so who can care about these things.

But Bai Lian replied: "One thousand 340 miles."

Everyone, including Ye Shu, looked at him with surprise and admiration.

The middle-aged man was calm, and even took Bai Lian's calm performance which was different from ordinary people for granted.

"Let me ask you again, how far has the Dragon traveled in one hour?"

Bai Lian fell into deep thought, and his expression finally became a little dignified.

Not because he didn't know the answer, but he finally realized an important message.

"It's 190 li."

The difference in speed between the front and rear is not insignificant.

Half an hour after Minglong broke the seal of the five swords, its speed slowed down significantly.

But in the entire underground palace, and even in the devil world, it is an invincible existence.

Who else, and what price should they pay...to be able to hold back the Dark Dragon so effectively?
Is it Su Jing?Or Yin Baishuang? !

At this time, the middle-aged man added another sentence in a stroke of genius: "Turn the sky back to Longyu, I hesitate to go here, you must know that you are not the only one who can hold the dragon-slaying sword here."

Bai Lian's pupils shrank violently, and suddenly thought of the sound of thunder disasters faintly heard from the depths of the underground palace not long ago, and his heart gradually became uneasy.

He ignored everyone, and Yu Jian rushed towards the direction of the sea of ​​fire again.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Ye Shu frowned deeply and took a deep look at the middle-aged monk, unable to see what his intentions were for a moment.

He was worried that Bai Li'an was facing Minglong alone, so he tightened Lin Zheng's back, without hesitation, Yu Jian also chased after him, and said anxiously: "Don't be fooled, this person obviously provokes you."

Bai Lian said: "But what he said is also true."

Since he was the one who involved Su Jing, Yin Baishuang, there was no reason to abandon them in danger and ignore them.

Ye Shu's voice suddenly became extremely serious: "Do you really think you can fight the Dark Dragon? He is obviously trying to lure you into the fire pit."

Underworld Dragon, who had been stabbed in the heart, sank into the magma. Bai Lian Yujian was not close to it, and said, "But why do you think he would do such a boring thing?"

Ye Shu frowned: "I don't know."

Bai Lian asked: "Before this, you were in the team, did you see this person?"

Ye Shu was stunned and said, "There are so many people, I don't have the impression."

Bai Lian said seriously: "But I have."

Even though he couldn't see, his vigilance was extremely high. Although he didn't get to know each other among his fellow travelers, he did know that he followed Lin Zheng all the way into the human monks in this underground palace...

--there's no such person!

Ye Shu wasn't stupid. After a little poking, he suddenly realized, his face was pale: "You mean he isn't with us?"

Unknowingly, someone sneaked into this group of teams without leaving a trace.

What's even more creepy is that none of the dozen or so people in the boat with him realized that there was a stranger in the team unknowingly.

They even accepted him very warmly and naturally, and showed him their enthusiasm and admiration.

After reading this point, Ye Shu suddenly felt his hair stand on end.

But what Bailian said calmly next, almost made Ye Shu's skin crawl.

"I have been observing for a long time, the temperature in his body is very low, we talked for a long time, and he never took a breath, he... has no heartbeat."

Ye Shu's face changed slightly: "According to what you said, there is a femininity in our team?! What's his purpose!"

Bai Lian shook his head and said: "You don't have to be so nervous, I can guess what his intention is, and he should have no ill intentions towards us."

To be precise, it was him alone.

(End of this chapter)