long night walk

Chapter 903 The son who doesn't ask the return date
The temperature here is so high that the air in sight is distorted.

Just as Junhe was worried, Bai Lian had a body but no bones at the moment, and he was the body of a heroic spirit.

The wildfire of the earth veins here is the nemesis of the heroic spirit, but it can force the soul without bone and body to blend into the river of fire and wildness, so as not to die.

Once Bai Li'an's body couldn't bear it, it was melted by wildfire.

The souls that the Taiyin Emperor managed to gather for him will be cursed forever and sink into it.

Nine Burning Valley, easy to enter and difficult to exit.

Just as Bai Lian set foot on the bare ground, the scene behind him when he came in disappeared instantly. Even if he looked back, he couldn't find the way he came.

If you want to leave this Nine Burning Valley, you must not turn back, you can only continue to go deep, looking for the eyes of the four monuments, and then you can leave.

On the way, enduring the pain of being burned on the altar, Bai Lian released his spiritual sense without hesitation.

He searched the land inch by inch, looking for the whereabouts of Yin Baishuang's breath.

Nine Burning Valley is no different from the outside world. In the high temperature and twisted space here, there is no flame.

Occasionally, a few clusters of wildfires splashed out when the red sandy earth cracked, like the sparkling stars embedded in the earth.

Bai Lian seemed to be walking on this land in good health, but every inch of space here seemed to be shining directly on the dying sun.

When you look up, you can sometimes see a black eagle from the Zhongyou Kingdom entrenched in the sky above.

Kankan Feida crossed the line of the boundary marker, his body slammed into flames and self-immolated, burning only for a moment, then turned into a wisp of green smoke that didn't even leave any dross.

Although the body without the bones of the immortal is far less powerful than the body of the corpse demon three years ago.

But after all, it was the physical body molded by the Taiyin Emperor himself stroke by stroke, plus the power of the Nine Nether Mysterious Yin was cultivated for three full years, and the physical body was still stronger than the average Transcending Tribulation Immortal.

In the Nine Burning Valley, it is not difficult to hold on for a while.

Bai Li'an traveled deeper and deeper into the Nine Burning Valley. Anyone who crosses the realm of calamity has extraordinary spiritual consciousness and can travel thousands of miles away.

It's just that when you get here, your spiritual consciousness is like cotton candy permeating into the endless sea, extremely restricted.

At this moment, it is the limit for Bai Lian to detect ten miles with his divine sense.

The land of the Nine Burns, is not just talk.

As time passed bit by bit, Bai Lian's hair gradually became yellow and dry, and his face became paler, almost transparent.

The faint layer of black and white Taiyin Qi scattered around his body was also eroded by the surrounding flames and became thinner.

But Bai Lian still failed to catch Yin Baishuang's breath.

His calm and low-key eyebrows finally gradually revealed a bit of forbearance.

To deal with the Zhongyou rebellion and the Tianxi Phantom, he has a calm and thunderous method.

Even in the Palace of State Affairs, at the moment when Ying Xiu said that Yin Baishuang was in danger, he was able to deduce her whereabouts with extremely terrifying insight.

Ninety percent!

What Bai Lian was sure of was that the probability of Yin Baishuang being in the Nine Burning Valley was as high as [-]%.

But when he entered the valley, facing the boundless and endless Nine Burning Valley, the wisp of divine consciousness released was like a drop in the ocean, insignificant.

When he couldn't find her, the panic and anxiety in Bai Lian's heart poured towards him like a negative darkness.

He is not at all like his usual self at this moment, and he clearly knows that the more he is in this kind of time, the more he should watch everything quietly and avoid impetuosity and anxiety.

But looking at the empty crimson boundless world, Bai Lian became furious uncontrollably.

His analysis and deduction are well-founded, and the probability of error is extremely small.

But with the passage of time, countless absurd and terrifying thoughts emerged in Bailian's mind, one after another.

If...if it wasn't [-]% chance, he would have lost the [-]% chance.

Yin Baishuang is not here at all, but is waiting for the coming of death and darkness in another desperate situation designed and arranged by Ying Xiu!
The annihilation and death of the black eagle that trespassed just now appeared in his mind unconsciously... Or maybe, he was a step late.

If not, how could he not find her breath!

Those emotions that breed terror and darkness are like evil spirits haunting, tightly strangling Bai Li'an's heartstrings.

Just thinking about it, the consequences of this wrong deduction, he was almost tortured to the point of collapse.

The red land is vast, the way home is gone, anxiety and fear go hand in hand.

……

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There is no limit to the sea of ​​fire, and there is no limit to the other side.

Yin Baishuang didn't know how long she had been walking in this fiery river of red abyss, the hot wind blowing into her face was cut into the face by the fire knife, the snow-white skin on her face was turned crimson by the red flames, and the dry and cracked lips were covered with blood.

Looking up, I can't see the sun, moon and sky, but looking down, I'm full of ghosts and ghosts.

She stretched out her hands, her pale fingers brushing the surface of the river formed by the flames as if she was not afraid of pain, and the black jade around her waist collided with each other, making a clear and lonely sound.

The raging fire in the river of flames burned her fingers into mottled scars in an instant, allowing the raging fire to rush through the gap between her fingers.

She let the soul in the fire walk through her fingers, like flowing water, like fine sand.

The souls of the dead, who had been silent in the fire for thousands of years, smelled the breath of the living. The breath in the fire surged like a tide, forming faces with different emotions, anger, sorrow, joy, and facial features in the fire.

The ghost who was suppressed and turned into evil thoughts opened her teeth and claws, crying and laughing ferociously, tearing at her bright red skirt.

In a place without wind, there are continuous waves of fire. As Yin Baishuang goes deeper and deeper, half of his body is almost submerged in the raging fire.

If she hadn't majored in Cangwu Palace Gushe Shizang Art, and she was born with the dragon's mysterious frost to protect her body, she would have been burned to charcoal by this sea of ​​fire, and her soul would have been burnt into silence.

Yu Jue collided alone, Yin Baishuang's body was scorched by the fire, but his pace was still unhurried.

She treats the pain and suffering of burning and suffering in this fiery hell as dust and smoke, and concentrates on distinguishing the soul she is looking for in the fiery smear with her fingers.

A day ago, Ying Xiu had found her and told her that in the Zhongyou Dynasty, there was such a secret place called Jiufen Valley.

In the valley, the fire has been burning for many years, and there are many souls.

Anyone who chooses not to be taken in by the six realms of heaven and earth, and who does not want to remain in the world as ghosts, will be taken away by the Nine Burning Valley, and will be perished and suppressed forever.

Yin Baishuang thought, this is really good news.

Although Ying Xiu's words were full of doubts and without scrutiny, Yin Baishuang believed it without hesitation, as if catching a life-saving spider's thread.

For 200 years, she walked alone between the world and the earth, her whole life was lonely, and half of her life was lonely.

Life is like a long river, one is never to forget the person you met when you were young.

Even if it is covered with dust and frost, you must protect the most precious and cherished memories alone.

So she treasured it carefully, waited, desolately, and hoped extravagantly.

There are rumors in the Six Realms that the cycle of life and death is endless.

There is a soul in the world, and it has its own reincarnation.

Although the Six Paths of Reincarnation will change a certain soul beyond recognition, Yin Baishuang is still willing to hope.

Even though it is desolate in every way, we should take it as a dream, and travel thousands of miles, and take it as our home.

But just three years ago, she passed him by, and disappeared again as soon as she got away.

Yin Baishuang's heart has never been big, even if she finds the reincarnated person, she may not have the confidence to regard that person as her young man back then.

But Ying Xiu's words undoubtedly gave her great hope.

Entering the Nine Burns, walking in the sea of ​​fire, even if there are thousands of souls gathered here to form a sea.

As long as she discerns and searches carefully year after year, day after day, she will be able to find him completely one day.

Yin Baishuang's mood was heavy and relaxed. While he was stepping over the heavy fire, he felt the burning pain of thousands of ghosts in his body.

Three years ago, in Luanyougu, did he feel the same pain?
She was full of hope, but Yue Xun felt more and more afraid and uneasy in her heart, the ferocious and clamoring souls that passed by her eyes all looked strange and miserable.

The flaming soul passing through her fingertips is like quicksand, she dare not blink for fear of missing a soul, a breath.

So Yin Baishuang was concentrating, and his consciousness was being wasted in a self-destructive way.

Her pale and frail body was propped up in a large red dress, and a color more tragic than a raging fire fluttered in the wind.

The fire was rolling, and the Xuanshuang Qi around Yin Baishuang began to fluctuate.

The waves of flames became more and more turbulent, and those ghosts who were silent in the depths of the river like hibernating fish seemed to be awakened by the breath of the living for a long time.

Although the fire is scorching, it is far less mellow and deadly than human body temperature.

While the bright red sleeves were dancing, a gloomy pupil in the flames suddenly opened wide.

Whoa! ! !

An evil spirit in the form of a fish and beast raised its tail, biting with jagged sharp teeth.

Yin Baishuang's cuff was torn with a huge hole, and pools of bright red blood poured out, and the white lotus-like jade arm was like a crack of porcelain, leaving a ferocious bright red hole.

The blood dripped in the raging fire, and before it was evaporated dry by the high temperature, those Yin spirits scrambled to gather around and lick the blood.

The moment the breath of fresh blood leaked out, the Yin spirits in the long scorching river instantly boiled and excited. They were entrenched at the bottom of the raging fire river, clamoring and rushing madly.

The surface of the roiling heat wave quickly condensed into a huge endless vortex, like a terrifying hurricane storm in the abyss of the sea, the heat wave is rolling, and the yin is pressing!

A powerful suction with the force of tearing people closer to the abyss of hell greedily tore her skirt.

Yin Baishuang's pupils were black and shiny, and his frail figure was like a beautiful mourning flower, crumbling from the fiery waves.

The fire was burning, and the fire was heavy, and the bottom of the river sometimes glowed with black and sinister light, and the sky was full of red, engulfing the long-lasting memories of countless people.

Greed, hatred, ignorance, engulfed her at this moment, like a flood, caught off guard.

Boundless dark emotions engulfed her, looking at the terrifying vision in front of her, there were souls in all directions waiting for redemption.

She stretched out her palm in a daze, and for a moment, she seemed to have a feeling that she could grasp all the phenomena of all living beings and take them away from the sea of ​​suffering.

But in fact, when she stretched out her palm, those ghosts seemed to see a spider silk hanging from the sky in the fiery abyss hell.

Like a fish smelling bait, it crazily scrambled towards her. Groups of dark energy like clouds and tides wrapped her entire arm in an instant, and an even more terrifying force tore at her.

A fire wave as high as a thousand blades was set off and poured down the red figure. Yin Baishuang was about to be pulled into the abyss, but she didn't respond at all.

She suddenly bent her lips into a smile, and actually opened her mouth to sing a cappella amidst the huge sea of ​​fire and waves:

"The dream of the sea is long, and you will not return when you go. Erlang, who is far away in his heart, is like a fog that stretches for ten thousand miles, and he doesn't know where to go. Like spring grass burning green ridges, clouds drift for ninety thousand miles, never stopping."

Her quiet and peaceful voice became clearer and longer, she was smiling, her eyebrows were strange and graceful, she was calm but hysterical.

There is no need to seduce, no need to pull, she is like a moth to the flame, a peaceful lunatic who set herself on fire in the sun.

Yu Jue collided, echoed step by step, and jumped into the abyss of fire with a smile, thousands of souls.

Flame waves rose, the sky turned violently, and a violent and desolate torrential rain swept across the world, revealing a kind of desolate anger faintly.

The rain all over the sky, blowing obliquely, like a knife like a sword, splitting the soul of the fire!

The heart-piercing roar of the Yin spirit almost overwhelmed the top, Nine Burning Valley, not a single blade of grass grows, and no drop of water falls, so there is no rain and dew.

It turned out that the rain was not like a sword.

Instead, the sword is like angry rain, like a gust of wind.

Yin Baishuang's wrist was grasped by an icy cold palm.

A pulling force came from behind, and before the corners of her curved lips could be retracted, she retreated forcefully and hit a cold chest.

Amidst the thousands of noises, she saw in her slightly dilated pupils a jade flute that turned into a white light and rushed towards the raging whirlpool formed by thousands of ghosts.

Boom! !

The white lightning and the resentment of the ghosts intertwined frantically in the raging fire burning the river, the flames and electricity rushed, and the dragons and snakes flew.

Thousands of noisy sounds, like the roar of thunder and anger, are deafening.

Yin Baishuang's mind was blank, she looked down at the pale hand on her wrist, and was in a daze for a moment.

Then I felt that my whole body was about to burn, and even a thin layer of sweat broke out on my vest.

Her heartbeat was beating wildly amidst the clamor of the ghosts, and it was about to overflow her chest.

The strong wind blew their hair, and the long black hair of the two brushed against Yin Baishuang's cheeks, tangling and dancing in front of her eyes.

She took a tight breath, turned her wrist lightly, and held the cold palm tightly in turn.

The force was so great that it seemed as if he wanted to knead his own bones into his bones and never separate them again.

Yin Baishuang turned around slowly as if almost lost his soul, and saw the clear eyebrows of the young man under the scorching light.

He let her tightly hold his palm, the intense firelight was like the sunlight falling on the city, pouring the dark silver embroidered patterns on the clothes on his body into brilliance.

His eyes were full of flame-like anger and bloodshot, forcibly forcing that clean and handsome face into a terrifying twist.

Yin Baishuang was a little lost.

Even after a hundred years, his appearance has changed.

But she had never seen him show such a scary look.

For a moment, under her confused and unreasonable mood, she was a little unclear whether he was a human or a ghost at this moment.

(End of this chapter)