long night walk

Chapter 830
Between the heaven and the earth, the wind and the clouds are moving, and the sky above the head is a thick lead gray ink color.

A loud noise pierced the cloudy sky, and the sky was dark.

Shocking thunder descended from the sky one after another, knocking the extremely cold air above the mountain peak into a torrential wind, snow and cold waves.

The rare peace and tranquility in the human world where the corpse disappeared did not last long, and the vision reappeared.

In the world where the wind and snow are getting fiercer, Su Jing stands on the top of the cold snow mountain, and the brilliance moves in his pair of black jade eyes.

The bleak long wind kept blowing up her white clothes and black hair.

She quietly looked at the vain and closed door in front of her, motionless, as if she had been fused into one body by the hard rocks in the cold, wind and snow.

The mountains and rivers are silent, and the jade toad sinks westward.

It wasn't until a faint white dawn rose in the east that she gently raised her drooping frosty eyelashes and glanced at the sky from a distance.

The frosty fingers behind her curled up slightly. After a moment of silence, she turned around and prepared to leave the south and head east.

Unexpectedly, after turning around silently for a moment, a flaming red dress loomed in the plain snow.

The first sun in the east slowly rises between the two, and the light diffuses from the two of them, casting their figures as silhouettes, and the air seems to freeze for a moment.

The four eyes met, and the wind and snow were speechless.

The cold and dangerous atmosphere became more and more intense in this frosty morning sun.

The red dress was like fire, the white hair fell at her feet, her black hair was like silk, flying around.

In Yin Baishuang's pupils, there was still the last ray of hazy night, and the cold air was mixed with unknown anger and resentment.

Normally, when Su Jing confronted her tit for tat, her gaze was extremely cold and cruel, but now her gaze was like a snow-covered ice blade, trying to pick out all the bones hidden in her flesh and blood body.

There were too many complex emotions entangled in that hateful gaze, how could Su Jing not understand what this gaze meant.

It's just that at this moment, she has no mood to deal with her.

"Step aside."

As Yin Baishuang stepped forward, dozens of icicles burst out from the ground on the top of the mountain, blocking Su Jing's way heavily.

She said fiercely: "Today, you can't go anywhere!"

In the past, with Su Jing's temperament, he would definitely fight her for this tit-for-tat provocation.

But today, for some reason, her fighting spirit was not high.

Su Jing glanced sideways at the sun that was rising higher and higher, and his tone was rare, and his tone was gentle, without the usual coldness.

"Its daybreak."

Yin Baishuang's eyes were low and she didn't speak.

Su Jing turned his gaze, looked at her fixedly, and said seriously: "He didn't bring an umbrella."

The plain four words easily melted away dozens of towering icicles surrounded by murderous intent.

Yin Baishuang's pupils were dark and deep, as if even the skylight could hardly illuminate her pupils.

"Su Jing, you are really the most brazen person I have ever seen in this world."

Her lips and teeth parted coldly, and every word fell like a cold needle: "You already knew his identity, but you deceived him perfectly.

Now, the truth is out, what qualifications do you think you have to stay here and wait for him to come out? "

Su Jing felt a sharp pain in his heart, curled his fingers slightly, but his eyes were stubborn: "Wait or not, what you say doesn't matter."

Yin Baishuang lowered his eyes, but he found something, and the killing intent that Fang Tou had hidden just now suddenly resurfaced.

She stared at the red thread that could only be seen with the power of spiritual vision, and she was furious.

"Leading by a thread! Who gave you the courage!"

In an instant, her face was as cold as the frost on a winter night. In the raging snowstorm, a black dragon transformed from black ice jumped up from the bottom of the cliff by the side of the mountain, and the fierce wind blew up its red sleeves.

The cloud billowed, the sound of thunder and sky burst, and the blue dragon circled and converged above Su Jing's head, spraying purple and black frost air from its mouth, and the huge cliff instantly became like a thousand-year-old snow mountain, freezing everything to death!
Red lotuses surged under Su Jing's feet, and his hair fluttered and twirled, forming a barrier of fire lotus, isolating the sky full of frost from the flames.

Two extremely hot and extremely cold forces competed against each other. Su Jing's love-slashing sword was hanging on his waist but the sword was not out of its sheath, obviously he had no fighting intention.

Yin Baishuang was like touching scales, the palms of his palms gathered frost flowers to form an ice sword, and the Frost Azure Dragon roared behind him.

The frost and clearness of the sky and the earth melted into the sword in her hand, and the brilliance shone in the sky for a while. She and the sword in her hand swayed up with the dragon's body, and the wind marks left in the air were visible to the naked eye at such a fast speed.

The cold sword brilliance split the sky, so that the sky became brighter and brighter.

In this way, Su Jing's cold brows also showed a ray of unconcealable impatience, she raised her palm and was about to press the sword at her waist.

The intertwined wind of ice and fire tore at her hair and white clothes, her sleeves were flickering, and the faint red thread between her little fingers seemed to be blown away by the wind.

This change happened so suddenly, Su Jing's pupils suddenly contracted into needles, and the pupils instantly contracted into thin lines.

Leading by a thread is a very mysterious technique. Although it is illusory, intangible and intangible, it cannot be blown away by wind and snow.

At that moment, an extremely cold numbness climbed up her spine.

Su Jing felt cold all over his body, and the hand he had just raised sagged as if he had been drained of strength.

His fingers trembled, his fingertips were blue and white.

The cold sword that came from the attack turned around and disappeared, and the powerful lotus fire that blocked the severe cold and snow was as fragile and shatterable as ordinary fire at this moment.

The snow-white ice sword in Yin Baishuang's hand easily broke through the flames and came towards her.

But Su Jing just looked at the front in a daze, and there was no reflection of any scene in the dark black pupils.

For Yin Baishuang's sword, she didn't even have any evasion or resistance, neither struggling nor defending with the sword.

The tip of the sword plunged into the chest without any resistance, and a sad red flower bloomed among the snow-colored white clothes.

Yin Baishuang was so powerful that he directly led her body to force her back a few steps.

Su Jing staggered, and the blood dripped profusely, leaving strings of bright red marks on the snow, but she didn't seem to feel the pain.

The whole body seemed to be numb from the wind and snow, and the snow-white and thin clothes fluttered gently in the wind.

Her face was as pale as paper, and warm and bright red blood slowly overflowed from the corners of her tightly pressed lips.

It wasn't until she stood firm that her frail shoulders covered by her long black hair felt the chilling pain belatedly.

Su Jing shook his frost-covered eyelashes, and raised his hand vainly, trying to grasp the trace of the crimson thread left in the wind.

But in the end, it's just that Shanyue doesn't know about personnel changes, no matter what kind of expectations and waiting, it's like light smoke between fingers, ethereal and traceless.

Everything will come true, the flower in the mirror, the moon in the water.

Yin Baishuang drew his sword coldly, the hostility between his brows was still there, and the frozen apricot eyes looked at the traces dissipated between her fingers, showing a somewhat puzzled expression.

She didn't think that the brazen woman in front of her would really take the initiative to dissipate the spell because she was afraid of her anger.

In my heart, I didn't feel half-decomposed and happy because of the heavy injury to the other party, as if I had some insights in the dark.

Yin Baishuang's heart was also covered with a gray and heavy mist.

Unknown emotions arose spontaneously, which made her look even colder: "Why didn't you hide? Do you really think I dare not kill you?"

Before Su Jing could speak, the space between the sky and the earth changed, and dozens of rays of light pierced the eastern sky and descended on the mountain.

Yin Dufeng, Su Guanhai, Tianxi Thirteen Swords and even the eldest princess Zhao Wenjun and Ning Feiyan all rushed here with extremely solemn expressions.

There is no other reason, Yin Dufeng has waited overnight according to the time agreed with Baili'an, and reopened the gate of Moqi Palace at dawn to welcome Bailiyu back.

Before entering the valley of chaos, Yin Dufeng gave Bai Lian a chess piece, which was condensed with the space power of 180 white pieces, and was extremely precious.

Even after Yin Dufeng fully activated the power of Moqi Palace, he maintained the power of this special white piece at the same time.

It can only maintain one, and can only withstand one person's teleportation.

Baili Yu taps the sword palace, exterminates all ghosts, and there are no living things in the chaotic valley. Bai Li'an has this white son, so he can save his life and leave.

But after waiting overnight, Bai Lian did not return to the world to show up.

The even more shocking surprise was...Yin Dufeng found that he could not open the door of Moqi Palace again.

In the chaotic valley, the living are not allowed to enter. If the door of the Moqi Palace is not opened in time, the two of them will be consumed to death in that cursed land abandoned by the gods!
How not to panic.

When everyone rushed to the top of the mountain, they saw Yin Baishuang arriving at an unknown time, holding a cold sword dripping with blood, and they were even more shocked in their hearts.

This is a wave of ups and downs!

The matter of Luanyougu has not been resolved yet, why are these two little aunts picking each other up again?

Su Guanhai saw that Su Jing's white clothes were dyed red to most of his body, his face changed drastically, his usual demeanor suddenly disappeared.

Busily strode forward to check on her, tremblingly said: "Ah...Ah Jing?"

The trembling of her voice was partly due to the injuries on her body, and partly due to her bloodless face at the moment.

His expression was numb, his eyes were dark and lifeless, as if his soul had been ingested.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, Su Jing's expression at this moment is no different from his usual cold and emotionless appearance.

But only Su Guanhai, who is a father, knew clearly that when she was guarding the child's already cold body 200 years ago, it was exactly this look that she showed.

Numb, empty, like a child abandoned in the wilderness with no way back.

He clearly knew that the sword on her body was done by Yin Baishuang, but at this moment Su Guanhai couldn't say anything harsh.

His tone suddenly became irritable, and he lost all his usual self-restraint and bearing.

He roared angrily with a trembling voice: "Yin Dufeng! If you still can't open this Moqi Palace, I don't think you need to be the master of Cangwu Palace!"

Zhao Wenjun sized up Su Jing's expression, folded his hands on his chest, smiled at Ji Yan who was beside him, and said:

"The little young master of the Su family looks a little strange. Could it be that something happened to the little corpse demon in the chaotic valley?"

Ning Feiyan frowned calmly, glanced at her lightly, and said, "The door of the Moqi Palace is not even open, and no one knows what happened behind the door? Is Your Highness the Princess just worrying about others or taking pleasure in others' misfortunes?"

Zhao Wenjun just smiled and said nothing?
After being yelled at by Su Guanhai for no reason, Yin Dufeng was also a little confused.

If Su Guanhai was angry at Yin Baishuang at this moment, Yin Dufeng would not tolerate it, regardless of whether her daughter was right or not, she just yelled back and shouted loudly.

But he turned his anger on him. Yin Dufeng saw that girl from the Su family was pierced through the chest by a sword. The injury was obviously not serious, and her face was as white as a ghost.

Yin Dufeng also had a guilty conscience and couldn't speak louder.

I could only mutter in a low voice: "I know what kind of evil it is today, the space at the other end of the Moqi Hall seems to be sealed by a stronger force, if that force is not dispelled, the door of this hall is really hard to open?! "

As soon as the words fell, a long-sounding sword cry suddenly echoed between the heavens and the earth!
Its sound is like a giant ax of Pangu splitting the sound of heaven and earth, the sun and moon tremble, mountains and rivers are rolling, and a strong sense of sadness is hidden in the sword chant, which will last for a long time.

Su Jing's body trembled violently again, as if he lost his strength, he knelt down on the ground.

Blood and white clothes spread out layer upon layer in the snow.

The closed door of the palace was split in half by a powerful sword light, and the power of the mountain-heavy space palace suddenly collapsed, and its momentum was like a snow mountain avalanche, and the flood was rolling.

If it weren't for the fact that everyone present was in a good state, under the terrifying momentum of the sword smashing through the gate of the palace, they would have been crushed to the bone and thrown down the mountain.

Everyone was startled, secretly thought, could it be the 30 ghouls that can't be wiped out even by tapping the sword palace?
Otherwise, how could Sword Master Yu's temper be so terrifying.

But the next scene stunned the audience.

Baili Yu's sword robe was messy, and his loose black hair turned into a withered gray color. He seemed to have aged more than ten years overnight, and his usually handsome and noble face was now full of death and despair.

After he split open the door of Moqi Hall, he discarded the cherished saber at his feet, and instead hugged something in his arms tightly with his precious hands.

His expression was twisted and weird like never before, he staggered out like a ghost, his body convulsed but he was too stubborn to fall down.

He murmured like a lunatic: "Time record! I need a time record! Who will find me a time record! I want a time record!"

The time record is a magical record for recording the past time, and the time record is opened with essence and blood.

You can see recent past images related to yourself in a short period of time.

Looking at the head in the arms of Baili Yu, who had stumbled and completely lost his sense of normal people, everyone took a breath of cold air.

Zhao Wenjun, who was joking just now, was no longer gloating.

Ning Feiyan narrowed her eyes and looked at the scene in front of her, but found that she couldn't see clearly, as if she couldn't understand.

The fingers slowly gathered into fists in the sleeves, the nails cut through the palm, and the blood spilled out of the fingers. I just felt that my heart sank into a strange place inexplicably.

Half covered by ice and snow, half boiled by fire.

It's really strange, it's clear that he wasn't injured, but why his body hurts for no reason.

Su Jing seemed to have predicted something long ago, but he never thought that such a desperate scene would be ushered in after the palace gate opened.

She closed her eyes resignedly, and turned her head gently, the wind and snow were still mercilessly hitting her face.

The ice sword in Yin Baishuang's hand smashed to the ground, and it instantly turned into an icy brilliance. Her body trembled violently, as if a strong sense of dizziness made her stand unsteadily.

However, she was the one who rushed out the first time.

The wind and snow all over the sky suddenly became sharp, and she sprinted across the snow without knowing it, her sleeves and skirt fluttering in the wind and snow, like a burning flame.

(End of this chapter)