long night walk

Chapter 943 The Immortal Falls

Wen Hanwei held his wrist with her backhand, her face was as pale as a ghost, but her eyes were as bright as sparks.

Stabilize the ultimate move of the golden immortal consciousness for a while, and look at the whole world, it is enough to shock the world.

But she didn't feel proud and excited about it.

The fighting spirit in her extremely bright eyes did not fade, she said: "The sword technique you used just now does not seem to be the sword of the world."

Of course it is not the sword of the world.

The Kunlun Jianzi formula that Bai Li'an learned from the Empress Junhuang can arouse the supernatural powers of the ancient gods of the Bronze Gate.

"This sword is taken from the sword of the ancient god Huaxu."

Wen Hanwei has never heard of the name Huaxu, which has been forgotten by all living beings in the long history, but she also knows what the meaning of the ancient god means.

She asked seriously: "Your sword seems to be able to communicate with my Dao Realm."

Bai Lian knew what she wanted to say, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said conservatively: "I can still make three swords."

Wen Hanwei smiled lightly: "That's it, I wish to use my Taoist realm to hear the details of you, and cut off his Dharma appearance with three swords, so that he can't go to Qingyun!"

At night, the woman in white has a light smile and bright eyes!

The corners of Bai Li'an's lips curled up, and the fighting spirit in his eyes remained undiminished. He spread his palm, and the sword fell into it.

Bai Yang Faxiang was extremely angry, Lei Yin walked away!

Wen Hanwei made another seal, her spiritual power was burning, and golden spiritual brilliance burst out from the spiritual power nodes all over her body.

The mountains under his feet trembled, and the energy in his body flowed very quickly, but the spiritual power in the world was inexhaustible.

She is like a round of golden sun climbing on the top of the mountain, her breath blending with Yu Xiao.

Bai Lian swept his sword and rose, and two deep cuts appeared in the space.

Those were two clear and terrifying sword intents, like two majestic green mountains going straight up to the sky, and like two fingers of gods forming sword fingers, going straight into the sky.

This is one of the strongest sword styles in Huaxu's Sword Essence, the 'Zhaitiangong' evolved from Jianzijue.

The gods live above the sky, and the sword picks up the heavenly palace, and a fairy falls.

Bai Li'an, Wen Hanwei and the two breaths merged into one at this moment, the world is under their feet, and the rootless Golden Immortal Dharma image is above their heads, which is far away from the nine heavens.

Stacked together, it is extremely gorgeous, like the sun rising in winter, although it is slow and far away, it is the natural law of the four seasons of heaven and earth, and even immortals can't stop it.

With such rich combat experience as the Golden Immortal, he felt the strange and terrifying aura coming from the world almost at the first moment.

His reunited palms closed together, like heaven and earth united, crushing all living beings.

The world supports the world of mortals, and Bai Lian has jumped forward, and the sword style changed again at that moment.

"Pillow mountains and rivers."

"Traveling around the world with sky lanterns."

"Three photos with brushing clothes."

Hua Xu's three moves of the sword were completed in the blink of an eye, and the green sword fell on the pair of giant palms like rain washing against the sky.

As a result, countless rust-like deep traces appeared on Faxiang's giant palm, and the thick texture was no longer there. Although it was still huge, it gave people a sense of fragility.

Bai Li'an's sword edge collided with his closed palms, and the two green dragons were born on the sword, and the Taishang Daoqing sword art seemed to be brought to the extreme.

A loud bang.

Faxiang's palms were stretched open, and finally he held the sword with Zhatiangong.

Forged by thousands of thunderbolts, Bai Lian's physical body seemed to collapse, but the tip of the sword in his hand pulled out a beautiful sword flower by lightning.

The golden and green sword flower was born on the shoulder of Faxiang.

The petals are withered, and the Dharma is also withered, like a decaying heavenly palace collapsed.

Wen Hanwei's spiritual power was exhausted, and the [-] mountains and dharma figures under her feet also stretched to the extreme, and disappeared into nothingness in an instant.

She fell from a height.

The sword in Bai Li'an's hand also slipped out, and the cracked wound on his body was rushed away by lightning, sometimes bursting out a handful of minced meat, which looked extremely miserable.

He snorted and turned his body upside down from mid-air.

With a heavy step on the toe, the clouds on the foot burst.

He fell like a drop of rain, and caught the cold Wen Hanwei in mid-air.

In the end, the two lost their strength and fell to the ground.

Fortunately, the place where she fell was a thick and soft meadow, and Bai Lian was cushioned under her body, encircling her tightly with her body, and rolled all the way down the sloping hillside.

Grass clippings stain clothes, evening dew moistens skin.

The two rolled all the way to the ground on the hillside, and the tightly hugged bodies separated a little bit.

Wen Hanwei lay on Bai Li'an's chest, before she let go of her frowned eyebrows, she spat out a small mouthful of blood.

Sprayed on Bai Lian's cheeks, the stars were dotted, reflecting the handsome face of the young man a little pale and seductive in the night.

Bai Lian was in severe pain all over his body, but he still couldn't help teasing and said:

"Based on the principle of not being wasted, I should have opened my mouth to take this mouthful of blood just now. It's my fault that I didn't react in time and missed it for nothing."

At this moment, Wen Hanwei's blood churned violently in his chest. It can be seen that the horror of the Golden Immortal, just a dharma image, forced the two of them into such a situation.

But when he heard these words suddenly, the fishy, ​​sweet, astringent and sore feeling in his throat was blocked by Bai Li'an's teasing laugh.

She trembled all over, with an indescribably awkward expression, and forcibly resisted the urge to continue vomiting blood.

The two stared at each other, the atmosphere was quiet for a moment, and finally burst out laughing at the same time.

Wen Hanwei is not used to lying on the man's body in such an ambiguous posture, she wants to turn over and lie down beside Bai Li'an.

But as soon as he moved, his waist was held down by Bai Lian's cold palm.

"You have an injury on your back, don't move around."

The orb under Bai Li'an's neck turned from red to blue, and the water was rippling, and his fingertips were immediately covered with a layer of blue.

The cold fingertips were even more moist and cool, Wen Hanwei only felt that his fingers were as cool as a piece of paper soaked in rainwater.

Her back suddenly tightened, the wound was torn more and more painful, and she was about to struggle subconsciously to get up.

But his waist was tightly bound by his arms, and Bai Lian's face was leaning on her shoulder.

The corpse demon simply doesn't need to breathe, and there is no vague breathing sound from the temples around his ears.

Bai Lian's movements were extremely light. After all, the wound on her back was so deep that she could touch the bones.

Although Sishui Shenyuan was assisted, Bai Lian did not dare to be aggressive in his treatment methods in the face of such an injury.

The fingertips had a blue luster, and they gently stroked the cold skin on the back of the waist exposed by the torn clothes.

The movement is as soft as fine velvet, gently falling on the unstained white jade with broken lines, across the slender and thin ridges, and rubbing the low and delicate waist.

Inch by inch, it walks between the skins, like a feather strokes lightly.

Even though both of them have no evil thoughts at the moment, Wen Hanwei still subconsciously wants to avoid that cold hand.

It's so strange, it's obviously healing, and it's also very comfortable to be massaged by that finger.

But Wen Hanwei was inexplicably tortured to the point of restlessness, as if she didn't belong to her at all.

A strange coolness spread in the wound, soothing the pain, and occasionally touching the cracked spine would bring a strange tingling pain.

Gradually, the taut body trembled slightly as the fingertips wandered.

Sishui Shenyuan really had a miraculous effect, like the ferocious blood-red centipede's scars slowly healed under his fingers, forming a thin red line, making the snow-white skin even more fragile.

It's just that Jin Xian's blow was really terrifying, the wound almost ran through her entire back, and she didn't receive any treatment.

She forcibly used Hua Yan's tranquility, and summoned a hundred thousand mountain spirits to fight with the golden fairy.

Even in the peak state without injury, the physical body will suffer huge strain.

Not to mention that the body bears such a serious injury.

The deep laceration spread extremely long, presumably the wound was torn violently during the battle, and it actually spread all the way from the waist to the bottom of the buttocks.

Bai Lian was concentrating on running the power of Sishui Shenyuan to heal her injuries, exhausting a lot of mental power, and was not distracted to notice the spread of the injury.

Until that finger brushed across a piece of moist and plump snow, and then gently slid down along the wound...

Wen Hanwei's slender and trembling fingers suddenly touched the clothes on Bai Li'an's chest, and she gasped.

There was a faint rosiness on his pale face, his expression was joyful yet pained, his whole body almost bounced uncontrollably, his amber eyes were full of fragility and uneasiness.

The crescent moon between the fingers holding his clothes tightly became clearer and pinker.

She was trembling, pursing her lips, her eyes were wet and cold, and there was a bit of pitifulness in her eyes.

Bai Lian suddenly came back to his senses at that groan, his eyes widened suddenly, and he quickly withdrew his hand.

Wen Hanwei also quickly pushed Bai Lian away, propped herself up, and covered her hips with her hands helplessly, her breathing was disordered.

Bai Lian looked at her disheveled hair, wet with sweat, stuck between her slender and white neck, her eyes were full of bewilderment and confusion.

He opened his mouth, intending to explain, but was interrupted by Wen Hanwei in a panic, his eyes dodged and he said:
"I...I'm better, you should hurry up and heal yourself, I just saw Xiao An, you were also seriously injured."

Bai Lian tactfully shut up and didn't mention this matter, knowing that she must be extremely embarrassed at the moment, she hurriedly avoided the subject and said, "Why did Sister Wen come here?"

After all, the evil in Yundu Mountain Villa, in the eyes of outsiders, is not a task on the stage, and it should be troubled by someone like Taixuan Jiujing to come forward to solve it.

Wen Hanwei took out a new robe from the Qiankun bag and put it on her body, and her face gradually returned to normal:
"It's just a random task. The commission from Yundu Villa was very urgent, and there happened to be no one in the mountain gate to accept it, so I accepted it."

I'm afraid it's not that there is no one in the mountain gate to accept it, but most of the disciples in Taixuanzong don't look down on such entrustments.

But no one expected that such a small entrustment would contain such a level of danger as Jinxian.

Fortunately, the person who came today is Wen Hanwei. If it were someone else, he would know that he was not as good as Jinxian, and he would not be able to offend him, so he let the man go, making him continue to be a disaster in the mortal world.

Wen Hanwei looked at Bai Lian's pale face, hesitated for a moment, and then said:

"I heard about the Tianxi Sword Sect, Su Jing thought you were dead, but in the next few years, she went crazy and obsessed with trespassing on the Dark Continent, and offended the princess Si Li.

You know, she was haunted by demons, forcibly crossing the tribulation lost most of her lifespan.

Today, her life expectancy is probably not as long as that of a mortal, and she tosses herself so desperately.

Although I don't like her, but as her only friend, I don't want her to be mistaken for the rest of her life. "

Bai Lian was sitting cross-legged and adjusting his breath, when he heard this, he couldn't help falling into silence.

When he was in Guishan, he knew that Su Jing's body would have frequent medical emergencies.

If the spiritual consciousness is damaged by injury, the soul will become extremely unstable, and the physical body can't control the three souls and seven souls, and will always be taken advantage of by some dark things.

And when she was a teenager, her six senses were not complete, and she was not well-versed in the world, all because she was persecuted by the evil energy of the demon clan.

She practiced Taixuanzong's supreme exercise, the Great Buddha Jue, and she almost exclusively occupied the most taboo.

The white lotus of the nine sutras means the supreme purity of the way, but she has the meaning of a purple core in the depths of the lotus flower.

Just as Wen Hanwei was worried, if she was a little careless, she would fall into the devil's way and be lost forever.

Wen Hanwei said again: "I know that Su Jing's behavior was too radical back then. I didn't mean to absolve her of the crime. I..."

Bai Lian raised his head to interrupt what she was going to say, smiled slightly at Wen Hanwei, and said seriously:

"Sister Wen, don't worry, I have no intention of ignoring Su Jing."

He didn't seem to have made any promises, but Wen Hanwei knew that since he agreed to this, he would definitely not ignore Su Jing.

Since Bai Lian is willing to take care of Su Jing, her final situation will definitely not be too bad.

He breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and his brows could not help but stretch a little, and asked again:

"I saw that Palace Master Yin Shao is also by your side. Now that you can walk together, I'm really happy for you. But who is the woman next to you, with all due respect..."

Wen Hanwei said: "I think the two of you are acting close, it seems that you are not an ordinary friend."

Knowing what she wanted to ask, Bai Lian laughed and said, "That's my mother."

Wen Hanwei was really taken aback: "Your mother?! Empress Yingji of the Zhongyou Dynasty?!"

Bai Li'an said: "It's a long story, I lost my bones in the disaster of Chaos Valley three years ago, and I need to go to Shifang City to find them as soon as possible.

Now that my identity is sensitive, it is not easy to show myself in front of the world, and I need to use the identity of Ying Xiu to walk in the world.

But Shifang City doesn't seem to welcome Ying Xiu, so if I want to enter the city, I have to fabricate a new identity. "

Wen Hanwei looked at his new face: "So that's the case. If this is the case, then if you use my identity as a disciple of Taixuanzong to act in Shifang City, you won't have any big problems."

She took out a ruby ​​bell from Qiankun's pouch and handed it to Bai Li'an: "This is the token of my personal disciple of the Taixuanzong."

Bai Lian shook the bell in his hand, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "Sister Wen is planning to accept me as a disciple?"

The masters of the Taixuan Nine Classics all have the qualifications to accept disciples and enjoy privileges.

Those who can enter the eyes of the Taixuan Nine Classics do not need to pass the selection and examination layer by layer.

It is even possible to directly surpass the inner disciples and become a direct disciple, managing a hundred disciples of the sect.

And under the name of Taixuan Nine Classics, at most three direct disciples can be accepted.

Wen Hanwei did not take this honor seriously:
"It's just a name, it's just for dealing with the sect, and my temperament is not suitable for accepting apprentices, this bell is just for decoration."

Bai Lian nodded and put the bell away.

In this way, the matter of 'tickets' to Shifang City can be considered resolved, and with Wen Hanwei's secret help, things will indeed be much more convenient.

(End of this chapter)