long night walk

Chapter 736 Purple Blood
The corners of the auctioneer's maid raised her lips.

Great, hooked one.

Amidst the uproar in the hall, her crisp voice continued to sound: "Three square spiritual roots are worth three ascending immortal tokens, but is there anyone who continues to increase the price?"

Ying Xiu's complexion was ashen, and a black and evil spirit welled up between his brows, which made his handsome face a little cold and terrifying.

He slammed his fist hard on the table, the teacup flew around, his chest heaved heavily, his eyes were reddened by the anger of leaving, and he lost his usual gentlemanly demeanor, suddenly got up, pushed the door and went out.

"Bang Dang!!!" With a loud bang, the wooden doors of the two wing rooms were pushed and smashed to pieces.

With a gloomy face, Yingxiu looked at the young man in white who was sitting in the room, and said angrily, "Shen Zhiyu, you don't want to be your prince of the Guyin Kingdom, but you came here to spoil the prince, you really have the face! "

The two personal maids next to the young man in white are not nearby, he is sitting here alone, slowly sipping cold tea.

Hearing the furious voice of questioning, he slowly raised his pale gray eyes, and gave Ying Xiu a light 'look'. His eyes were slightly elongated, his facial features were rather cold, and his eyes looked like the coldness of a winter night.

"Who are you?" His voice was just like his own, cold and impersonal.

Ying Xiu sneered: "Prince Zhongyou, Ying Xiu, what's wrong? You forgot my old friend so quickly."

"Prince Zhongyou?" Shen Jibai's expression was alienated and flat, and his tone could not be called sarcasm, but it was extremely harsh to Ying Xiu's ears.

"What kind of prince are you?"

Ying Xiu was furious, and laughed angrily: "Shen Zhiyu, you really can't be pinched as a prince? Don't think that once you become the prince of the Guyin Kingdom, I should respect you.

It was you who avenged me back then and almost killed me, how can you still have the face to say such things now? "

Shen Jibai tasted the tea, exuding an attitude of repulsion all over his body: "You are not made of mud, but paper."

Yingxiu didn't understand the meaning of these words, he just thought he was trying to satirize himself in a different way, and his heart was slightly flustered.

Didn't he know that he and Du Yicui's embarrassing idea?Do you know that his body becomes limp when touched with water?
Otherwise, why would you call him a piece of paper?

"Shen Zhiyu!" Ying Xiu became angry from embarrassment.

No matter how good Shen Jibai's patience was, he put down the cup, dropped his arms to the side of the seat, turned the wheel under the seat, and changed the direction of his body accordingly, facing the window and his back facing Yingxiu.

A few wisps of fine forehead hair hang down between his dark and cold brows, he covered his lips and coughed lightly twice, a sickly demeanor came out, and he seemed a little powerless when he spoke:

"Your voice sounds really irritating. That person will never call himself the prince in front of me. The name Zhiyu is not what you should call him. If you are rude again, I will have a way to shut you down." mouth."

Ying Xiu originally planned to remember his childhood friendship and save him some face, but his indifferent appearance really made people angry.

He turned his eyes sideways to the evil ghost old slave and said: "Show him some color, remember to be careful when you start, after all, he is blind and lame now, and he can't stand your heavy hand."

The old slave doesn't care if he is a prince or not, since he is a murderer, cruelty has already been engraved in his bones, since the master has ordered, he can just enjoy it.

A hand as pale as a chicken's claw slowly protruded from his cuff, the speed seemed slow, but it reached the back of Shen Jibai's neck in an instant.

From the black nails, a few pale corpse insects drilled out. The corpse insects were like threads, and the head split into mouths, making a hissing sound. They were about to break into the flesh and taste the blood of the immortal heir!

Shen Ji didn't even turn his head back, a trace of impatience and coldness finally flashed in his eyes, he raised his fingers, like a puppeteer, when he moved his fingers dexterously, the air in the room suddenly sank.

A figure flashed out from his left sleeve as quickly as lightning, the shadow was hard to catch, and the air was filled with the coldness of autumn water.

The thin, scholar-like wrist flicked and pulled, and the murderer's approaching movement was forced to stop suddenly. In an instant, bloodstains appeared on the old ghost's throat, wrist, and between the eyebrows, as if being cut open by three small and sharp objects.

The splashed blood quickly burned into bits of icy flames.

The burning blood flowed against the old ghost, and before he even had time to feel fear, a thick layer of frost condensed all over his body.

In the frost, there was an extremely terrifying blue sword fire burning. This murderer, known as the strongest in Jidao Pavilion, was wiped out in the blink of an eye.

"Squeak... squeak..."

The sound of puppet limbs twisting.

Looking at the back of Shen Jihan's jade-like figure, there is a small puppet figure hanging in the air. The puppet figure is carved vividly, and its eyebrows and eyes look a little like his?

The puppet is a dead thing, but it is controlled by Shen Jihan, the gleam of the spiritual root in the chest is faintly visible, and the joints of the limbs can even clearly see the flickering and running track of the spiritual power nodes.

The little man held a toothpick-sized sword in his hand, looking a little pocket-sized and cute.

But the blue and icy sword fire lingering between the blades is not cute at all.

Yingxiu's eyes widened, his scalp was numb, and a bone-piercing chill rushed up his spine: "This...what is this?"

The evil spirits from the Jidao Pavilion have the terrifying power to cross the Tribulation Realm.

But just in the blink of an eye, it was wiped away like dust by the wind.

When Shen Jibai flicked his fingertips lightly, the ten invisible threads intertwined with each other, and the arms of the little puppet hung down as if the strength of the joints had been removed, and the head was tilted and put into the bosom.

Shen Jibai arched his back slightly, suppressed two low coughs, his brows furrowed slightly as if in pain, and his long black hair hung down his thin cheeks with a pale and sharp edge.

Holding the small doll in his arms, his light gray eyes were full of indifference: "I'm really sorry, I'm a blind and lame guy, killing you is easy."

Ying Xiu's fingers were cold, and his body trembled slightly: "You...how dare you—"

call out--

A sharp whistling sound cut through the light and shadow, and as soon as Ying Xiu's words fell, a thin thread as thin as a hair was pierced through his left arm, and a spiritual power node between the arms was crushed by the silver thread.

Ying Xiu's heart ached, and he covered his arms and looked at him in horror.

Shen Jibai said lightly: "Don't dare? What do you think I dare not do?"

Ying Xiu was breathing heavily, and his eyes seemed to spit fire.

Shen Jibai said lightly: "The merits that Empress Houtu begged for you are not easy to come by, so it's fine if you don't cherish them well, and even make a private contract with the evil spirit in the Jidao Pavilion to let him go free, if you let empress Knowing this, I will definitely regret creating you."

create?
Hearing this word, Ying Xiu frowned, and snorted coldly: "I am the prince of Zhongyou, in charge of one hundred thousand ghost soldiers in Zhongyou. I have formed a spiritual contract with Belido. He has been used by me, and he has been used by me with the power of my blood." How can he be considered free if he is suppressed and disciplined?"

"Heh." Shen Jibai's smile was a little contemptuous, but also showed some subtle pity.

He flicked the small sword in the puppet's hand lightly with his fingertips, and said: "This sword is called Chaos God, and it specializes in cutting blood-stained demons and ghosts. If he hadn't found it all the way and was full of human blood and evil causes, the sword cut out The sword fire will not be so strong."

"It's impossible! With my prince's spiritual deed, it's impossible for him to..."

The tails of Shen Jibai's eyes were drawn back, sharp as a knife: "Just with your thin Zhongyou bloodline, the spiritual contract formed is as thin as paper, you can't even keep your Xu seal, and you still want to try to restrain the hungry ghost Belido?"

"Wing Xiu?" He sneered coldly: "The empress of the later land gave you the surname Ying, and the winner hides it in his sleeve. He respects nature and protects life, but you have no scruples in doing things! Disrespect life! You are self-willed! Let go of hungry ghosts privately, causing the world to die. The people are being eaten innocently, Ying Xiu, I think you, the Prince You, are almost at the end of it."

Ying Xiu said angrily: "It's not your turn to question whether I can succeed as Prince Zhongyou!"

"I really don't know how to repent." Shen Jibai seemed to feel a little tired, and said surprisingly: "The real Prince Zhongyou, Baili Hidden Sword! Just lie down on your head, you are just a clown."

Ying Xiu laughed angrily, and really thought he was ridiculous: "Do you think I will believe your nonsense?"

Shen Jibai said: "Everyone with the blood of Emperor You's family has purple Youxuan blood hidden in their bodies, which can make all ghosts come to court, and the heroic spirits will all respect! Yingxiu, do you think you have such a thing?"

Ying Xiu's face was suffocated, and his heart seemed to be pierced by something cold for a moment, and his back felt faintly cold.

He is right, he has practiced the Way of the Deceitful Sword for 200 years, and has been trying to awaken the purple blood, but the blood that symbolizes the Emperor Zhongyou's family has never been traced and hard to find.

Could it be that he really has a brother who has inherited the power of Purple Blood?
Purple blood symbolizes the supreme and noble blood of Emperor You, and only one person in the You royal family will inherit it in a generation.

Ying Xiu was in a state of confusion, and he tried to calm down and said, "What's so strange about this, although I am my mother's son, I am not a pure-blooded Zhongyou person after all, and half of my body is filled with heavenly blood." Xi Jianzong's bloodline, the purple blood is thinner, and has not yet awakened, so what's so strange about it!"

He collected himself and clenched his fists: "You said that the corpse is Prince Zhongyou, who in the world would believe it? Zhongyou, who would recognize him?! If he is really my brother, how could he die so unknown? Not white."

"It's so much nonsense." Shen Jibai said indifferently: "When I open the coffin for an autopsy, everything will be revealed."

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In the underground darkroom, a total of [-] blind boxes were placed neatly in front of Bai Li'an.

"Are all the monsters that Yulou will auction tonight here?"

"Yes guest."

"Open the box."

The maid who led the way for Bai Lian saw that he was so anxious, she couldn't help but pursed her lips and smiled, without showing any mystery, she handed a thick book of spiritual deeds directly to Bai Lian, and raised her hand to open the box.

With the spirit deed in hand, he is not afraid of the riots of these terrifying big monsters.

The talisman chains on the blind box fell one after another, and the four sides of the box were spread out, revealing all kinds of monsters.

The monsters that can enter the Yulou auction are basically big monsters that have lived for thousands of years. They are hunted by celestial master-level monster hunters who risked their lives to go deep into the dead and sacrificed the blood of countless companions. .

These [-] monsters are all quite powerful. The lowest monster has at least the cultivation of the Tuohai Realm, and the strongest one has even reached the Chengling Realm.

If he could tame all of his abilities, it wouldn't be too much of a waste to spend this ten thousand top-grade spirit stones.

But the monster race has always been rebellious and disobedient, so it is not difficult to forcefully kill one or two and inscribe it with force. These more than 1000 monsters have entered their hands, which can really be regarded as a hot potato.

Thinking of this, the maid couldn't help shaking her head, thinking that this guest was really a bit stupid.

Bai Lian ignored the maid's regretful gaze. He took two steps forward with a slightly cold expression: "Didn't I hear that a snow-white spirit deer will be auctioned tonight? Why isn't it here?"

The maid was taken aback, and secretly thought that this son's goal tonight is the same as that weird deer like King Han's grandson?

Seeing her suddenly lost her words, Bai Lian walked forward expressionlessly, and came to a wolf demon with cold eyes. It has animal ears and wolf tail.

His lips and teeth were scarlet, and he had a ferocious appearance drinking blood. The most striking thing was that he was tightly holding a pair of blue antlers in his hands.

"My guest, it's true that I did something wrong in Yulou, and I will report it to the owner later, and I will make up for it.

That deer has no luck in life, and has no chance with the guests. If the guests need it, I Yulou will spend a lot of money to hire a celestial master-level demon catcher to find another spirit deer for the guests. "

Seeing Bai Lian's strange expression, the maid hurriedly leaned forward and said with an apologetic smile.

But before she got close, a cold hand reached out like electricity and strangled her neck fiercely.

The suffocation of death surged to the top of his head, and the vision in front of him suddenly became distorted and dim.

The maid's feet struggled to leave the ground, the air was instantly taken away, and the neck bone seemed to be broken in his hands the next moment.

Since she can become Yulou's maid, her cultivation level will not be too low, but she still can't get rid of the shackles of this cold palm.

"I'll ask you again, where is that deer?" She couldn't see clearly, and could only hear Bai Lian's calm voice.

The maid's body was convulsed and trembling due to the great pain, and the veins in her neck were bulging, and she made two uh-uh sounds with difficulty.

The fingers on her neck seemed to be a little looser, a mouthful of cold air poured into her mouth, she burst into tears, and hurriedly said: "That spirit deer... was eaten... it was eaten!"

Bai Lian's palm suddenly loosened, and under the mask, the clear and black pupils were covered with a strange blood color, and he turned his head to look at the wolf demon, his gaze was like a night ghost.

Under such a direct gaze, the wolf demon was terrified, and the antlers in his hand fell to the ground with a slap, and he said in horror: "I don't have it! I didn't eat it!"

The maid rubbed her neck, coughed violently, and said, "It's the owner of the workshop. The ancient corpse in the purple gold coffin showed signs of transformation. To suppress the spirit of the corpse, the owner of the workshop fed the spirit deer to the ancient corpse. .”

After a while, Bai Lian slowly turned half of his face, his eyes filled with darkness and coldness: "What a dark city, what a Yulou."

The thick book of spiritual deeds in his hand was suddenly thrown up by Bai Lian, and the scattered pages scattered like falling snow. Amidst the clattering sound, one by one spiritual deeds burned themselves without fire.

The contract that binds these monsters is broken invisibly.

The maid's face was distorted and frightened: "You are crazy!"

The two guards outside the darkroom door heard the movement and rushed in immediately. Before they could draw their swords, the monsters that had lost their spiritual bond were like wild beasts and hungry tigers breaking free from their cages, roaring and roaring towards them.

The guards never thought that the guest who had spent [-] top-grade spirit stones would voluntarily release the group of vicious monsters at the moment they got the spirit contract, and was immediately bitten clean by the angry monsters.

After eating the two of them, the monsters who had been starving for many days rushed towards the maid again.

The maid screamed in horror, but Bai Lian ignored it and stepped forward.

The ferocious monsters were so hungry that their eyes were red, and they wanted to kill each other, but when Bai Lian walked slowly, they seemed to see a dangerous lion, and they put away their claws tacitly, and separated obediently Get out of the way.

Bai Lian casually pulled out a sword from the two wreckages on the ground, with his back against the light, he slowly disappeared into the corridor.

(End of this chapter)