long night walk

Chapter 147 Her situation
Bai Lian hummed, and was led by her to continue walking forward.

Wen Hanwei hadn't crossed the threshold when suddenly her figure changed slightly. She lowered her head very quietly and squatted down.

Bai Lian also squatted down.

There is no other reason.

Before the gate of the temple, there was a remains, only half buried.

No, it seems inappropriate to say that it was half buried, because the skeleton seemed to have been blown away by the harsh winds of time, leaving half of its body exposed.

What surprised Bai Lian was that the skeleton was not that of a monster, but that it was a human skeleton.

In such a place, in the dark ancient city in the chaotic valley, there is actually a human skeleton buried.

Not only abrupt, but also very unbelievable.

The skeletal blood body has decayed, but under the white bone skeleton, there is a dry heart hidden. There are traces of a sharp knife piercing through the heart, which is supposed to be a fatal wound.

What made Bai Lian even more curious was that there were traces of the practice nodes being ignited in the center of the heart.

"This is the remains of a human practitioner." Wen Hanwei's eyes were not opened, and she lightly touched the chest of the skeleton with her fingertips, and she came to a precise conclusion.

Bai Lian asked, "Why do the remains of human practitioners appear here?" As far as the evil spirits in Chaos Valley are concerned, killing people is normal, but burying corpses is really superfluous.

"I don't know, this is not something we should care about." Wen Hanwei said indifferently, stood up, and continued to move forward fearlessly.

Bai Lian calmly moved his eyes away from the snake-shaped silver ring on the knuckles of the skeleton's fingers.

As if he didn't see anything, he secretly remembered the appearance of the ring in his heart.

For some reason, Bai Lian was very interested in this person's identity.

Entering the hall, the yellowed stone walls are painted with ancient oil-painted murals. The painting style is outdated. Most of the stone-carved oil-painted portraits are blurred and almost unclear. On the dome, there are inlaid black crystals, which are deeper than the night.

Bai Lian didn't look too much, his eyes remained loose and out of focus, and he followed Wen Hanwei to move on.

But at this moment, one of his hearts seemed to be tightly held by a palm, and the practice node that had just been opened up not long ago began to become hot.

Because at this moment, he saw the man on the deepest throne.

The man's figure was not very tall, he was even a little pale and slender. He was dressed in an ancient gold black robe, with a gorgeous style and a cold color, mysterious and noble, like a dark night.

The man Zhi Yi sat on the throne, as if he was in deep sleep, his face was extremely elegant and handsome, with scarlet bloodthirsty lips, his facial features were more delicate than that of a woman, his nose bridge was high and straight, he looked a bit like someone from a foreign land.

This man has platinum-blonde slightly curly long hair, which exudes a faint color. In this dark space, he is extremely bewitching, yet majestic.

Wen Hanwei also sensed this powerful aura, which came out from the end of the hall, straddling the dark years.

She slowly opened her eyes, the pupils as clear as glazed amber reflected boundless darkness, her voice was slow and calm: "The former is the Lord of Chaotic Valley."

Bai Lian's pupils clearly reflected that the man on the throne slowly opened his eyes, and the corners of his lips were slowly raised, with a hint of a prey-playing smile, he raised his index finger and pressed it against his scarlet lips.

As soon as he opened his mouth, his voice was full of a strong male magnetic voice: "This road is not going to work."

Wen Hanwei's Yuxiao sword came out of its sheath in response, and said coldly: "It seems that if you defeat you, you can leave this place."

The man on the throne raised one leg gracefully, but his eyes were extremely cold and fierce: "However, an immortal who has passed through the tribulation realm dares to speak lies in front of me!"

In the end, the word "nonsense!" was filled with infinite coercion, like an ancient Great Wall collapsing, unstoppable, and the heavy winds wiped away the carvings on the stone wall even more clearly!
The hard ground seemed to be scratched by the sharp claws of an evil beast, leaving dozens of deep sharp marks.

Wen Hanwei took a step forward, her body under the white clothes was thin, but extremely tough, she let out a clear whistle, and the sword in her hand sharpened in the space to make the sound of cutting paper, moving horizontally in the darkness.

The darkness was cut, and countless black fragments floated like shredded paper, and then fell down.

Since stepping into this black ancient city, Wen Hanwei's amber eyes welcomed countless fragments of light in the darkness of the long night.

Behind the light and shadow is the outline of the man on the throne.

The dark breath was crushed in an instant, and with Wen Hanwei as the center, the sword energy under his feet formed a cloud and mist sword array, tumbling and surging.

In the interlacing of light and shadow, the color of the white cloud of sword energy gradually deepened, and the floating track also turned into a stone body instead of floating.

The aura changes rapidly, the dark field is instantly swallowed up, and a golden sun is scorching, reflecting the mountains and mountains.

Changing to Jiheng, Quande equalizes everything; like a weighing instrument, it can become the world, and it is called Hengshan.

One of the Five Sacred Mountains, attracted by her sword, turned the imaginary into reality, outlining the magnificent and coercive sword formation field.

The ancient and mysterious black palace has completely disappeared, and in the golden light, the woman in white clothes is thin and stands alone.

Misty and white clouds outline her clothes, and the golden setting sun rises from the east.

The sky was slanting, and Amber's eyes contained countless ancient square sword arrays, outlining a majestic trend one after another.

The golden sword is driving away the darkness, the sound of the bell can be heard in the ear, and the sound of the Sanskrit is harmonious.

There are flowers on the mosque in front of you, forest springs splashing, dew in the morning, and spring breeze on both sides of the bank is gentle catkins.

This is her situation!

Wen Hanwei said: "My limit is not just ten meters."

Bai Lian's field of vision covered white clouds, flowing water, mountains and rivers, all of which were unparalleled sword intent.

In Hengshan Mountain, which has turned virtual into reality, there are still this mottled black broken shadow, dancing lightly like black snow, which belongs to that man's momentum.

Bai Lian was deeply shocked by the scene in front of him.

This is the first time since he fell asleep for a long time, he was illuminated by the sun. It was not scorching, but it was a distant and familiar warmth.

The man on the throne narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he felt that the light was too gentle.

Mild enough to be sharp and dazzling.

He didn't get up, but showed an indifferent smile with great interest: "Oh? You are quite capable to use your sword to counter my dark domain with the strength of Mount Hengshan."

The man seemed to be a person who had been bored for many years and was gradually being pleased, his eyebrows of the same color as his hair raised slightly: "Come on, tell me your name, there are not many people who can be killed by me and write down their names, so, Be honored."

"Shouldn't you state your name first, out of the most basic etiquette in the battle?"

Wen Hanwei snorted coldly, waved Yu Xiao in his hand, and the clear sky and Mount Heng were covered with a layer of yellow sand and a hurricane in an instant.

　Kong Kong has come, can Beast be far behind?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)