long night walk

Chapter 824 The person who hates to the bone

Spiritualism is the superior Taoism among hundreds of celestial sects. It comes from the first hall of Cangwu Palace, Xue Wanshen's own spiritual method.

Although it does not have any aggressiveness and is very easy to practice, but on Tianyao Continent, few people use this technique.

It's not really a taboo technique, but to perform this technique, you need to exchange a divine sense, so that you can communicate with spirits thousands of miles away.

Spiritualism is convenient, but people's hearts are complicated and most unpredictable.

How many people in this world can be honest, hand over their divine sense without defense, and give others a handle.

Yin Dufeng and Su Guanhai, the three gods of Heaven and Dao, are sworn sworn brothers with an unknown junior.

It is even more amazing that he even forged a psychic technique with him.

The sea of ​​corpses becomes a tide, and the evil ghosts become a mountain.

Although there were all kinds of absurdities in everyone's mind, Sword Master Yu was full of doubts.

But at such a critical moment of life and death, he couldn't allow him to investigate the cause and effect in detail.

Although he had to admit that the arrival of Yin Dufeng and Su Guanhai could be regarded as a solution to the urgent need of Tianxi Sword Sect.

But these 30 ghouls were like locusts crossing the border. In the blink of an eye, they had already scattered outside Tianxi Mountain, above the border of Qin.

Yin Dufeng has 180 white pieces, and the spatial range of one chess piece can extend ten miles. Although the creatures it holds are far above the Chengpan, they can cross hundreds of people.

But no matter how you calculate it, you can't get rid of the terrifying number of 30 ghouls in a short period of time.

Sword Master Yu frowned deeply, and said: "Under the condition of not harming the innocent, it is great to exterminate all the ghouls, but even if Palace Master Yin has all his pieces open, it will be difficult to lure all 30 ghouls into chaos." In the deep valley.

As long as there is a slight mistake and one is left in the outside world, this army of ghouls cannot be destroyed. "

Although Yin Dufeng and Sword Master Yu have never been at odds, he has to admit that he is thoughtful.

He looked at Bai Lian, and said solemnly: "Brother, this guy is right. Baizi's teleportation power is not endless. Your idea is certainly good, but after thinking about it, it is indeed a bit unrealistic."

"That's right." Sword Master Yu said: "Compared to this false idea, I think it's better to use the power of the three of you and me to annihilate this 30 army in one fell swoop."

Regarding this arrogant and whimsical idea, Bai Lian glanced at him lightly.

"Just now, the Suzerain failed to wipe out 30 ghouls by himself, but now these [-] ghouls are threatening to wipe them out, but they are full of confidence.

If it fails again this time, and the 30 becomes 300 million, how will the suzerain end? "

Bai Lian spoke the facts plainly, but the words fell into the ears of the arrogant Sword Master Yu, but they sounded a bit harsh.
Now in the blink of an eye, the 30 army has turned into a [-] army, and it is indeed due to his contribution.

Sword Master Yu couldn't hold back his face, he frowned unhappily, and said: "Although my actions are not thoughtful, they are better than your junior's whimsical ideas."

Bai Lian thrust the Yuan Li sword into the ground with his backhand, and he turned his eyes to glance at the sword master Yu, his eyes were calm and peaceful.

"Whether it's not thoughtful to act in the next place, you have to try it to know."

"Third brother." He called softly.

Seeing his appearance like this, Yin Dufeng couldn't help being startled, and subconsciously replied: "What's wrong?"

Bai Lian turned around, drove him firmly, and said seriously:

"I heard that the Cangwu Moqi Palace, with black and white whole sons, can open the door of the Tibetan Palace and connect thousands of miles away."

"That's right, you want to..."

Bai Lian's eyes were fixed, and he said: "Open the door of the Moqi hidden hall, and Yin Du's 30 ghouls will all enter the chaos."

Without waiting for everyone to turn pale with shock, he flexibly twirled the piccolo a few times in the palm of his fingers, drawing a few blue arcs of light and shadow.

With black feathers reflected in his eyes, his eyes were low: "I'll clear the way."

The three Zongzun all opened their mouths and remained silent for a long time.

If what he said just now was whimsical, what he said now is simply nonsense.

That was an army of 30 ghouls, not those well-trained ducks, ducks, and cattle in the market.

How can I obediently listen to your words and enter the Moqi Tibetan Palace in an orderly manner?
Yun Rong looked suspicious: "How long are you going to mess around?"

Su Guanhai, who was as cheeky as an old fox behind a city wall, felt embarrassed for Bai Lian.

He hurriedly laughed twice, and kindly rescued him and said:

"Brother, don't you also have a lot of research on the way of controlling ghosts? It's just that brother doesn't know, this ghoul is not an ordinary ghost.

Even the most outstanding heroic spirit of the Zhongyou Dynasty can't control the spirit, even if you have deep cunning, it may be difficult to achieve your wish. "

Sword Master Yu's face immediately collapsed when he heard the word deceitful way. He stared at Bai Li'an with a deep and stern tone:

"Since you are the son of Lord Wen, you have the blood of the Qin royal family, you are talented and intelligent, and you are a natural swordsman. It is your great accomplishment to be able to resonate with Tianshan.

The way of the sword is a long way, if you don't focus your mind on the way of the sword, how can you be distracted and focus on those crooked ways? ! "

A profound smile suddenly appeared on Bai Li'an's still calm face.

He laughed out loud, his expression was very clear and carefree, but his eyes seemed to hide a bottomless puzzle:
"Today, the suzerain might as well keep your eyes open and see if this deceitful technique is killing people or saving lives."

After finishing speaking, Bai Lian bit the tip of his tongue to bleed, spraying scarlet dots on the Leng Yushuang flute, bright blood stains, like cinnabar burnt jade, meandering to draw a blood-colored wing pattern.

The melodious sound of the Qingyue flute pierces the long night.

The body of the ghoul, which was madly crawling towards the illuminated human capital, froze as if frozen, and stopped in the vast wilderness.

Their limbs twitched and writhed, as if they were resisting another force in their bodies that manipulated them.

Sitting on the mountain stele with Erlang's legs crossed, the crazy and distorted smile on Ying Xiu's face froze suddenly.

He stood up suddenly, squatted down, quickly cut his palms and put them on the ground.

The scarlet and purple blood quickly spread and penetrated like the veins of the earth.

"Roar!!!!!"

The howling of the ghouls in the sky and the earth became more and more intense, and the frozen monsters started to move again.

On Baituo Mountain, everyone was stunned when they heard the clear sound of the flute. They looked at Bai Lian in disbelief, as if they were seeing a miracle.

Sword Master Yu's complexion was extremely exciting and unpredictable.

600 years ago, he used the cunning forces of the Zhongyou Dynasty to revive the country.

Now, does he still want to continue to use this evil method to help the world?
"This, this, this..." Yin Dufeng was so startled by the scene in front of him that he almost jumped up, he slapped his thigh straight, and his eyes widened: "Brother is really brave!"

Su Guanhai was the first to calm down from the shock of being absent-minded.

He stared at Bai Lian quietly as if looking at flowers in a fog, rubbing his chin with a thoughtful expression.

The Yaya Corpse Mountain is about to move, and it is like viscous black water, slowly encroaching and spreading among the earth.

Jun He analyzed in a deep voice: "I'm afraid someone is manipulating these ghouls behind the scenes."

Next, we will see the struggle between Bailian and the man behind the 30 ghouls.

Through the sound of the flute, Bai Lian could feel that there was a huge and evil dominating power in the group of ghouls.

That power is cold, cruel, bloody, killing, like Shura fighting fiercely in hell, dark and bitter.

It's just that the breath of these 30 ghouls is too mixed.

The source of the aura of that power is hidden in the sea like a drop of water, and there is no trace to be found at all.

He simply gave up chasing, and the melody under his lips turned into a melodious tune, which became sharp and sharp.

The wind in the four fields suddenly became violent, whistling and whipping up the robes of countless people, one after another tightened, and there was a bit of extremely cold frost in the wind, blowing through the grass, trees and deep forests.

After a while, the earth was covered with a thick layer of frost.

At the same time, Bai Lian's situation is not easy at the moment, the whites of his eyes slowly climbed up to a bright red color like bloodshot eyes, as if he might cry blood and tears in his eyes at any time.

Soon, the boundless ghouls in the wilderness mountain stream froze with serious ferocity, gaited in one direction, stretched out their hands, and staggered away.

Bai Lian put away the piccolo, with a streak of blood on his lips, he turned his head to look at Yin Dufeng, and said, "Kunyin is three hundred miles away, open the Tibetan Hall!"

Yin Dufeng admired him deeply in his heart, and without doubting him, 360, a black and white twin came out together.

The Moqi Tibetan Hall is open, and it is located on the top of a mountain three hundred miles away in Kunyin.

Bai Li'an took the Yuanli sword and drove straight in.

Su Guanhai stared intently at Bai Lian's leaving back, and then said: "In that case, I will take a step ahead, and step down the sealing barrier outside the chaotic valley."

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, at this moment, a silver-white sword fire streaked across the sky.

He caught the scorching red lotus karmic fire breath, his face changed slightly, he turned around instantly, his eyes followed the cold figure, and murmured: "Jing'er?"

Yin Dufeng also had a strange expression on his face: "Your dead-faced girl? Why is she chasing after big brother?"

Yin Dufeng's expression was unclear, his eyes gradually darkened, and he was in a daze for a long time, as if he suddenly understood something.

His brows gradually frowned, and the palms in his sleeves slowly clenched into fists.

He wanted to catch up and stop him several times, but after struggling for a long time, he gave a helpless smile: "Perhaps, all of this is fate."

Bai Lian landed on the top of the mountain, overlooking the earthly land from a distance, with the sticky blood color and the endless tide of corpses reflected in his eyes, he didn't know what to think about.

Facing this long and unfamiliar mountains and rivers, Bai Lian's emotions did not sink for too long.

He raised his chin and was about to play the fife when his wrist tightened suddenly!
Bai Lian lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on the cold and slender hand that was strangling his wrist.

Under the well-defined but very slender and soft fingers, there is an astonishing strength and scorching body temperature hidden.

On the top of the mountain, the wind is extremely strong.

The headwind blew through the robes of the two of them, and amidst the sound of hunting, cool blue hair came from behind and fell on Bai Li'an's cheeks.

Following the pitch-black hair, Bai Lian turned around and met a pair of jade-like and deep green eyes.

The fingers pressing the flute hole stiffened slightly, Baili was silent for a moment, and calmly nodded to the woman behind him: "Miss Su Jing."

Under the moonlight, her face was as pale as fine porcelain, with slender eyebrows, deep pupils, and a dark and cool color.

She looked extremely calm at the moment, and her cold appearance was the same as usual, but her brows and eyes were already wet with thin sweat.

Crystal beads of sweat slid down the end of the clear eyes, like Shang Yi's tears.

She lowered her eyes, and the emotions hidden in her eyes seemed to be full at this moment.

Bai Lian looked at her and asked softly, "What's the matter?"

The palm holding his wrist slowly loosened, and at the same time, more subtle negative emotions fell in her eyes.

Su Jing lowered his head slowly, and the two snow-white rabbit ears hidden in the fluffy soft hair slid down sadly along his forehead.

A trace of pitiful weakness was added to this cold temperament.

"Can you..."

"do not go."

Bai Lian's eyes flickered, but he didn't speak.

At this moment, 30 ghost troops are pressing down on the land. As the young master of the Taixuanzong of the Three Heavenly Dao Schools, she should not have made such a request even if she has 1 reasons.

No, not right.

Not so much a request, but her appearance at this moment is almost a request.

The confusion that had lingered in Baili'an's mind for a long time seemed to be somewhat cleared up.

He watched the woman in front of him stretch out his hand to put her drooping ears behind her head.

Bai Lian smiled slightly and said, "I'll go back as soon as I go."

"You're lying." Su Jing raised his eyes, his eyes were faint: "Your eyes just now are very sad."

It's like a person who is about to travel far and will not look back.

What he did was obviously not a way of turning back, but a bloody and painful road.

Baili looked at her quietly, his dark eyes were as quiet as a deep pool, the corner of his lips still smiled, he withdrew his palm, and smiled slightly: "Miss Su Jing..."

"200 years ago, was there a marriage contract between you and me?"

The language is amazing!

Su Jing was shocked all over, the blood on his face faded, and he couldn't control his emotions for a while.

Surprised and mixed with a hint of despair, he looked at Bai Lian in shock.

She didn't say a word, but Bai Lian had already got the answer.

It's just that seeing Su Jing's reaction like this, he didn't know when she recognized him.

"If I'm not mistaken, I look very different from 200 years ago. I don't know how Miss Su Jing recognized me?"

Su Jing clenched his lips tightly, and answered the irrelevant question: "Your memory...is it back?"

Bailian shook his head.

Su Jing seemed to be alive, and his body gradually relaxed.

The cold bones and blood slowly warmed up.

She pointed to Bailian's arm, where there were two scars like red dots.

"In front of the gate of Lihezong Mountain, I saw the mark on your arm, so I concluded that it was you?"

Bai Lian was very surprised: "Only relying on those two traces?"

The cold wind blows away Su Jing's brows, her expression is cold, but her tone is full of persistence and seriousness:
"I don't know your body well, so how can you admit your mistake?"

Baili An's heart sank, he and Su Jing had a marriage contract, could it be that before they got married, they had...

Su Jing raised his eyes and glanced at him, without giving him any time to think and struggle: "In Nanze Mountain, you sleep with me every day."

Bai Lian was so confused that he didn't dare to think about the details.

He quickly realized that Su Jing was clearly still a virgin, even if they ate and slept together, they probably didn't do anything out of the ordinary.

He glanced at her again, and said: "It seems that Miss Su Jing hates me to the bone. Since she recognized me from the beginning, she was able to throw me into the chaotic valley mercilessly."

Su Jing's gaze sank, and he took two steps forward, the tip of his nose almost pressed against his lips.

She stood on tiptoe expressionlessly, and gently rubbed her lips against his.

One touch and it's not overdone.

"Do you think... this is how I hate you?"

(End of this chapter)