long night walk

Chapter 1052 Master of Changling

The momentary silence turned into the majestic momentum of spring thunder, the entire Soul Execution Mausoleum shook violently, even the barriers were loosened, and ice-cold seawater poured into this Soul Mausoleum.

Countless demon souls under the silent and eternal sleep and the cold soil also began to be restless, and the ground shook under their feet.

Jinxian Fengxu's face became a little pale, and he stretched out his arms, clasping the thunder gun that was attacking him.

While the body retreated violently, bright red blood began to seep from between Fengxu's brows.

Although the wound between the eyebrows was not deep, even though the thunder gun that was attacking him turned into thunder particles little by little between his hands.

But it still can't change the fact that he was injured.

He was actually injured by a boy whose bones were only two hundred years old.

Different from the Sea God Festival, he had already been consumed by Ying Ji for most of his yin life, and was seriously injured, so he was able to sneak attack him.

But in today's fair one-on-one contest, he was actually injured by a kid who couldn't stand the transition? !
What is the Lord of the Six Paths Runes.

What kind of purple voltage suppresses thousands of thunders in the world.

After all, he was just a little ghost who had crossed the tribulation, and with that weird method, he was actually forced back to the original standing position.

Jin Xianfeng's arms were hanging slightly, his hair and robe were pulled by the wind, his expression was extremely gloomy and dangerous.

Baili Yu's back shivered, and he stared blankly at Bai Lian's raised arm, where the sleeve was all broken.

The muscles between his exposed arms are constantly spasming and twitching, gradually becoming shriveled, as if they have lost their vitality.

Baili Yu's eyes are so vicious.

Even though the young man had just devoured Jinxian Fengxu's lightning gun, and then counterattacked without any loss of power.

During this swallowing and release, the body load is also extremely strenuous, and this arm may be useless in a short time.

Bai Liyu felt his scalp go numb, but Bai Lian squeezed his fist nonchalantly, instead of observing the injury on his arm, he looked down at Ying Ji.

Seeing that she was not affected by the battle just now, Bai Lian's cold expression settled down slightly.

Jin Xianfeng fell silent for a moment, and then let out a furious howl. His sword pointed heavily at the temple, and a dark purple long sword appeared from between the eyebrows of his Lingtai.

The moment he held the long sword in his hand, a huge mirror appeared behind him.

In the mirror surface, countless figures of Golden Immortal Treading the Sun with swords emerged, and as he took a step forward, countless demon souls in the dust suddenly fell into silence.

The phantoms in the mirror also turned into spirits, pouring out like a torrential rain, and countless terrifying sword marks appeared on the entire earth, even in the huge space of Zhuhun Mausoleum.

From all directions, they attacked and killed Bai Lian and Ying Ji in his arms.

Ying Ji sensed the terrifying murderous intent, and struggled to get up from his arms to meet the enemy.

Baili Yu said angrily, "Just wait for me."

After finishing speaking, he still clenched the dao sword in his hand after all, the sword brilliance all over his body rose, and he shot out quickly, and his figure disappeared into the endless sword marks.

At that moment, Baili Yu's figure turned into countless figures, constantly dragging out shadows that were extremely difficult to catch with the naked eye in the space.

The sword patterns in the air seemed to be cut off by an invisible sharp sword, and the sharp sword sounds kept ringing like chapters of music.
At the same time, there are also countless dots of broken flowers splashing out, like sparks, like iron shavings tempered by forging iron.

The battle scenes are extremely beautiful, and equally bloody and dangerous.

Bai Lian stared straight ahead without taking his eyes off, but he was always able to catch Baili Yu's figure in the flickering and elongated black shadow.

His pupils suddenly froze, and suddenly he stretched out his hand, clasped a broad shoulder with his palm and pulled it hard behind him.

He pulled Baili Yu, who was covered in blood, out of the interlaced space of sword marks over there.

Baili moved at will with peace of mind, and his mental power was cleared to draw and identify characters, and the two talismans were formed in an instant.

"Li Ji."

A cyan figure appeared in front of him. The cyan figure held a talisman in its hand and turned into a cyan cold sword. He swung the sword up, and countless sword lines in front of him scattered away in response to the momentum.

The man stands like a strong bamboo, his eyes are full of sword intent, his black hair is like ink, his sleeves are full of sword wind, and he looks directly at Jinxian Fengxu with calm and indifferent eyes.

"Hua Xu leaves the halberd and responds."

The talisman corresponding to Li Ji is a summoning spell.

With Bai Li'an's current understanding of Jianzijue, it is enough to summon Li Ji's method to the present world.

The ancient gods and golden immortals who are also facing the suppression of the law of heaven can still fight.

But Li Ji does not belong to this world, he cannot stay in this time and space for long.

It's just that for Bai Lian, he doesn't need Li Ji to defeat Li Ji, he just needs him to delay for a while.

The other talisman is not a summoning spell, but the power of Tai'a's "Bai Cheng".

Tai'a's divine power comes from wood, and he is good at defending and defending.

Holding Ying Ji in one hand and Baili Yu in the other, Bai Lian randomly chose a long mausoleum, kicked down the entrance of the mausoleum gate, and dodged into it.

After that, the Jianzi Jue was completed, and the power of Tai'a poured out, and the mausoleum mouth on the ground exploded inch by inch.

Countless vines and branches with green leaves sprouted wildly, enveloping the Changling Mausoleum in an instant.

With the double restraint of the power of Li Ji and Tai'a Shenmu, even if Jinxian Fengxu wants to fight in, it may take a few days.

Bai Lian knew that for Jinxian Fengxu at this moment, time was life, and nothing could cause him more pain than wasting his time.

After entering Changling, Bai Lian had no time to take care of Baili Yu's injuries. The left and right were just skin trauma and internal injuries caused by extreme wear and tear.

Temporarily unable to move and lose mobility, there is no danger to life.

He casually shook off the unconscious Baili Yu.

The most important thing at this moment is to find a way to force out the three golden needles in Ying Ji's body.

Bai Lian created a rattan bed inside the Changling with the power of Tai Ah, and took out a thick fox fur from the Qiankun bag and spread it on the rattan bed.

"Aunt..." Bai Lian carefully placed Ying Ji, whose body was half drenched in blood, gently on the rattan bed.

After leaving the battlefield, in this quiet and lonely Changling, the cold light in his eyes completely disappeared.

Squatting beside the bed was full of confusion and panic, like a child who has been away from home for too long and lost his way.

As Jinxian Fengxu said, the golden needle was taken by him, only the Gu master can take it out of the body.

If A Niang falls into the hands of Jinxian Fengxu, he will not take her life because he is greedy for her essence and spiritual power.

But this way of surviving, not to mention Bai Lian can't accept it, even A Niang herself, I'm afraid she would rather die than suffer such humiliation.

"No problem..." Ying Ji lay curled up in the fox fur, her face turned pale due to excessive blood loss.

She raised a finger and tapped Bai Li'an's eyebrows, as if she wanted to say some comforting words.

But after thinking about it, this child was always smart, he knew that in front of those three golden needles, she had no way out.

With a soft sigh in my heart, I changed my rhetoric and comforted softly: "My mother, I am the Emperor of Zhongyou who is in charge of the Yin Division of Life and Death.

After I die, my soul will return to my hometown of Jiuyou. You Aunt has a hard-spoken and soft-hearted temper. He will not ignore your Aunt. You know how capable he is.

This skin is broken, he has a way to bring A Niang back to life, don't worry too much. "

Bai Lian was so thoughtful, of course he knew that Ying Ji's nonsense was just to appease him.

The strange Gu penetrated deep into the bone marrow and even the soul, and what was sucking at this moment was her original essence.

If the golden needle is not removed, the soul will be exhausted sooner or later, and how can I go back to the hometown of Jiuyou.

Bai Lian didn't expect this kind of time, and let her worry about her emotional uneasiness.

He wanted to squeeze out a smile pretending to be relieved, but found that he couldn't laugh no matter what.

Thunder bursts outside Changling, and swords screamed.

Even though Bai Lian wanted to kill Jinxian Fengxu at this moment, he couldn't bring himself to pay attention to the battle over there.

He gently turned Ying Ji's body, but her wrist was suddenly grabbed tightly by her.

"Cold..." The woman in the fox fur coat was clearly losing her sanity, and those two words came out of her mouth so weakly, like a gossamer.

Her originally cold cheeks looked like icy jade at the moment, her lips were pale and pale, without any blood.

Khan was rolling down the side of his neck mixed with blood beads, and he looked no different from the person who was about to die.

death!

These two words strangled Bai Lian's heart like a curse, making him more breathless, and his throat was so dry and painful.

Bai Lian didn't dare to touch the wound on her back, and took a few fire charms to ignite the branches, and the small bonfire burned softly against the rattan bed.

He spread out his palms, attracted the power of Yushui, washed away the sticky and cold blood between her clothes, and then steamed her body dry with spiritual power.

He found that the only thing he could do at the moment was these.

How powerless.

But Ying Ji's complexion still didn't improve at all, and she curled up into a painful posture.

She was wrapped in fox fur, her face was pale, her lips were blue, and the cold air billowing from her body swept across like a cold mist.

In the entire inner space of the Changling Mausoleum, the thick white chill was actually visible to the naked eye. The bonfire on the ground was extinguished by the cold air and turned into a pile of green ash, which was scattered by the wind.

The bonfire was extinguished, and Changling fell into darkness again. Bai Lian stared blankly at the pile of ashes left on the ground, his eyes were dark and deep, like a deep ancient well, with no bottom to see.

Ordinary flames cannot resist this cold gu.

Maybe...he can do more than just these.

Bai Lian's eyebrows gradually drooped and deepened, and the thick eyelashes covered the thoughts in his eyes.

A light flickered between his brows suddenly.

This ray of light is like flames.

The moment the light rose, the entire Changling became warm.

It is not the warmth that comes from the comfort of the skin and body, but the substantial warmth that is content with the coldness of the soul.

At the same time, Bai Lian's face became pale as paper, and he looked extremely tired.

The warmth from the soul fire is irresistible to anyone who falls into the boundless coldness and loneliness.

Ying Ji breathed out a mouthful of cold mist in a daze, and leaned towards Bai Li'an with her limbs curled up.

When her fingertips touched his unusually hot body, her frozen thoughts suddenly woke up.

She was startled, and suddenly opened her eyes wide, and said in shock: "It's just nonsense! What are you doing?!"

She hurriedly stood up and touched Bai Lian's cheek, and saw a cluster of soul fire jumping and shining between his brows, and he seemed to have no warmth at all.

But this body is as if the tip of a knife is on fire, and the flesh and blood are about to be scalded.

Ying Ji's pale and cold body gradually warmed up, but her expression was terribly cold.

He was originally a corpse demon, whether it was body or soul, he belonged to the lineage of yin and cold.

At this moment, he is using the soul of death yin to attack the soul of flaming yang, no matter how powerful the soul body is, it can't withstand his nonsense.

At this moment, Ying Ji was weak, and Bai Lian effortlessly turned his head to avoid her covered palm.

On the contrary, he opened his arms and hugged her ice-like body tightly, burning his soul power without hesitation.

At the same time, he didn't want Ying Ji to suffer such physical and mental torture, and secretly thought about whether to knock her out.

With the power of his soul fire, he may not be able to force out the three golden needles, but he can also use Yang fire to suppress the golden needles to attack later.

This also buys Ying Ji more time, and rushes back to Zhongyou as soon as possible to find A Weng.

As long as her soul is immortal, Ah Weng must have a way to keep her alive.

Even if he dies like this, under the control of this hatred, Ying Ji will find a way to get revenge and live.

While meditating, Bai Lian's shoulder suddenly felt a pain, but Ying Ji, who sensed his intentions, buried her head and bit her hard.

Bai Lian felt deeply guilty and remorseful.

If he had strengthened his position and determination when he was in the Zhongyou Dynasty, he would not have recognized her, and had not involved her in the dispute in Shifang City...

How can I experience the pain and despair of parting from life and death again.

What he was worried about finally happened.

"Although the drama of giving up life and benevolence seems very moving, I think it's better to stop here."

An abrupt voice suddenly echoed in the silent Changling.

Baili'an was startled, because he was very familiar with this voice.

He turned to look at the woman walking slowly from the dark shadows, his eyes darkened dangerously: "Is it you?"

Under the light of the jumping soul fire, there is a beautiful face that is so exquisite and translucent that it does not seem like a living person.

She has a light appearance, different from the usual plain dress, in this bleak ancient tomb, she changed into a scarlet bright dress.

99 Leaping down from the ancient stele, she walks gracefully, with a squatting posture, and the long hair floating behind her is like a black cloud, almost blending with the darkness, wrapping her slender red.

There is also a little bit of soul around the woman lingering around her skirt.

She looked at Bai Lian calmly, and said seriously: "After all, if you die, I will have a headache."

There has been such a commotion in the city recently, and she has not been seen yet, but now she appears in the Tomb of Killing Soul for no reason, what is she planning?
At this moment, Ying Ji's life is in danger, Bai Lian will never allow the accident to happen, his eyes are cold: "Why are you here?"

99 looked down at him: "This Changling is the place where my master prepared for me to rest. Why do you think I am here?"

Bailian was stunned.

99 came slowly, and sighed: "It's really a strange master, the puppet is a dead thing, but it is injected with commands and looks like a human being.

But puppets are not human after all, so they don't have to follow the way of ashes to ashes.

Even if we look like humans again, the only paths we follow are 'operation' and 'destruction'.

I won't experience death, and I won't be able to rest in the same way. It's the right way for humans to use us.

Like her, she would prepare a handful of yellow sand tombs for each puppet she created with her own hands, a long tomb for sleeping peacefully.

This move really made me and other puppets feel unbelievable. "

(End of this chapter)