long night walk

Chapter 1616: Kill the Demon and Destroy Yourself

Above the sky, the self-aware golden sea monsters felt an extremely terrifying breath of danger at this moment.

They swooped down one after another, trying to gather in front of Bailian, using their bodies and blood to block the sword that seemed like its natural enemy.

Bailian raised his eyes with a fierce look, his eyebrows and eyes were as sharp as the light of a sword, and they were bone-chillingly cold.

It was as if those demonic figures were frightened by the king. They stopped abruptly and dared not move forward even half an inch.

The moment Bailian retracted his gaze, the black-winged Chu bird in his arms spread its wings and flew up. As its huge wings folded, it turned into a pure black night, merging with the darkness between heaven and earth.

The darkness flowed down like a thick tide, completely covering the spirit cage, and even the black mist flowing within it was isolated and concealed.

Bailian stood still, but the airflow around him stopped suddenly. Under the silver-white mask that emitted a faint cold mist, his pupils opened wide. Dragon energy poured out of his body, his spiritual orifices opened up, and his demonic power was rich and long-lasting, invisible and yet deeply rooted.

He opened his palm, but there was no weapon under it, and he was actually planning to catch the sword with his bare hands.

Qingshui and Qingxuan saw that the broken sword suddenly became complete, and the sword's intent had undergone a drastic and extraordinary change.

They were not within the range of the sword intent at the moment, but the sword energy that flowed out in a flash was so powerful that they felt a strange sense of suffocation.

Just by looking at it for two times, the eyeballs would heat up and become extremely hot, as if they were being purified and burned.

This sword exudes unparalleled power to destroy demons. In the surrounding areas, some of the demon fairies who could see the golden sword light were even forced by the sword to reveal their true forms.

Her Highness the Princess, who is so obsessed that she is madly obsessed, is actually able to wield such a powerful and supreme sacred sword.

The power of this sword is as profound as that of a million years. Only by focusing on using the sword to restrain the demons can one unleash a powerful and eternal momentum.

Not to mention that this female Fan had suffered a serious injury, which damaged her foundation of Taoism, and she had made no progress in her cultivation for many years. Just considering her bone age, she was not even up to the standard. How could she, who was in the realm of a thousand calamities, slay demons and exterminate monsters with the eternal sword?

The two girls knew that there must be something different.

If Nu Fan's true realm of cultivation could match the level of this sword, she could ignore anyone in the field from the very beginning. She was Ao Shi Kunlun and could break the spirit cage around the queen in one move.

The true meaning of this sword is to slay demons. Although the queen is the god of Kunlun, her bloodline is ultimately connected to the demon clan, and she has an unbreakable destiny.

The power of this sword would be greatly reduced if it were used against a human monk or an immortal of the same level of cultivation.

But if it is against the demon clan, even Cangnan Yi, this sword will also exert unimaginable divine power to suppress it.

Although Bailian had never seen such a sword, when it slashed towards him, he could feel that the sword energy could not only purify the demonic energy, but also devour the demonic energy and transform it into more abundant sword intent.

The evil spirits in this world seemed to become as thin as paper under this sword.

The dragon energy rising from Bailian's body was easily cut into two by the sword.

Bailian still did not retreat a single step.

The moment his raised palm met the sword edge, the sword energy actually left a sharp and tiny cut on his palm.

Bailian only felt a strange itchy pain from the cut wound on his palm, and then it became as hot as fire.

However, although this sword has the power to kill demons, it can easily break the body of a powerful demon king in the world.

But Bailian is not a pure demon after all. He has long been able to integrate and use the power of three different attributes and races in his body.

Even though he was in demon form, he was already able to use the three powers of spiritual power, dark blood power and demon power in any form system.

However, at this moment, since he had to maintain his identity as the leader of the Demon Alliance, he could not easily expose the fact that he possessed spiritual power and dark blood power.

But even so, this long sword that could easily break the body of the demon king was unable to break his body.

This body has been tempered thousands of times in the emperor's thunder tribulation, and even though it is a demon body and has not activated the power of dark blood, this body still retains the powerful physique of the corpse demon king family.

He clenched his five fingers together, and a dazzling flash of lightning rubbed against the sword's edge. The broken half of the sword turned into a golden spirit sword, but just as it was about to stop, it suddenly shone brightly.

The long sword in Bailian's hand broke into pieces in an instant, exploding into countless lightsabers smaller than dust.

There was nothing left under his palm, and there was nothing left to hold. The tiny lightsaber, as small as dust, slipped away from his palm like quicksand.

This sword was split into countless swords in an instant, but the terrifying thing was that the power of each ray of light sword was no weaker than the first sword that Nufan had just slashed out.

If he could rely on his physical strength to block the real sword that had just been slashed at him.

At this moment, how can we resist the thousands and thousands of swords that have transformed into holy light and are slashing down to purify and kill demons?

The sword lights that came towards them were fine and dense, like a huge woven sword net, or like a rain of thousands of arrows with great force, a torrential rain, as if to tear through the dark world that Chu Bird's true body had transformed into.

Bailian frowned deeply.

Even with the memories of both lives combined, he had never seen such a strange sword.

If they fight head-on, then Nu Fan is no match for him. Even though this sword that can slay demons has a strong restraining effect, in a life-and-death duel, not all killing moves need to be taken head-on.

There's no point in hitting him if you can't hit him.

Facing the holy brilliance of Ten Thousand Swords that washed the world like a rainstorm, Bailian had a hundred ways to avoid it.

However, the spirit cage behind him was heavy, carrying the karma of the mortal world of a hundred thousand mountains. In such a life-and-death situation, he had no time to escape unscathed without either of them being hurt by the sword light.

Even though the emperor's daughter, Nu Fan, seemed to be driven crazy by him, the obsession in her heart was very terrifying and still guided her clearly.

Her first target is only Cangnan Yi!

If he avoided the rain of swords, the body of the Goddess behind him, which had lost consciousness and protection, would surely be chopped to pieces by these swords.

Bailian's eyes narrowed slightly, but his figure standing in front of the wings that were like the long night did not move at all.

He made a hand gesture with one hand, with his sword finger pointing straight up between his eyebrows. His thin and sharp lips slowly opened, emitting a hint of chilling coldness.

The two horns on Bailian's head suddenly emitted star-like light. His silver-blue eyes suddenly became deep in color, and the depths of his pupils seemed to be brewing a huge whirlpool in the ocean.

The black frost dragon energy burst out instantly, and his pupils turned into a pair of straight and sharp vertical pupils. His standing body also began to grow huge in the snow and blizzard.

The black clothes faded away, transforming into a giant, shining silver dragon, hovering above the long night transformed by the Chu bird.

The golden sword energy fell on his silver-white body like a beam of light. His dragon scales were like a mirror, absorbing all the sword lights that were like rainstorms, light dust, and fierce winds.

But soon, cracks began to appear on the smooth and hard mirror surface. Under the cracks, the demonic energy quickly disintegrated, and a fierce sound like thunder erupted, and it was like the sound of raindrops hitting the porcelain mirror surface. The dragon scales seemed to become thinner and thinner under the baptism of the sword light, and there were more and more cracks.

Not long after, it seemed like it really rained in that long night.

A crimson rain.

The scarlet liquid flowed down from the cracked 'mirror', sprinkled into the dark night fog, and splashed onto the spirit cage.

At this moment, the barrier formed by the spirit cage naturally accepted the falling dragon blood.

The blood penetrated the spirit cage and dyed someone's clothes red.

The sinister smile on Nv Fan's face froze for a moment. She looked at the dragon transformation scene in disbelief, unable to understand why the dragon, who was clearly plotting against the evil dragon in Kunlun Mountain, would go to such lengths.

Qingshui and Qingxuan were also shocked.

There were countless people on the field today, but the only one who really stood up to protect the Queen was the foreign demon dragon.

The silver dragon hovering in the darkness roared towards the sky, and the dragon's roar in the swamp broke the chaos of heaven and earth. The blood that was winding and falling down actually flowed upstream and gathered into an endless blood-red river, pouring into the broken and mottled blood pool of the holy land.

Qing Ao frowned and looked carefully, only to see that the blood pool that was originally shattered and full of cracks, after being bathed in the dragon's blood, had actually condensed a thick layer of blood-colored ice crystals on the surface of the inner wall of the blood pool.

The cold air dissipated, and a man in black emerged through the fog.

The silver demon dragon transformed into the form of a young man again, kneeling on one knee in front of the spirit cage. His silver-blue pupils were still as quiet as broken ice in the deep sea. The bright red liquid soaked his black clothes, making the color of his clothes even darker and more eye-catching.

The silver hair scattered in the wind was stained with spots of blood. The powerful demon dragon was wounded and knelt on one knee on the ground, but one hand was still holding the increasingly huge spirit cage steadily.

Even though he was covered in blood in the eyes of everyone, he did not show any signs of fatigue. Instead, he gave people a feeling of becoming increasingly powerful like a mountain.

And this feeling is not unfamiliar.

Not long ago, they also felt the same thing on that saintly lady.

  Such a powerful and mysterious sword that had been used to slay demons for thousands of years was actually dissolved by his body?

The sword that was supposed to purify the evil spirit actually devoured his dragon energy instead.

Although this is a brutal method that hurts the enemy by a thousand and your own by eight hundred.

But he still broke the natural law of mutual generation and mutual restraint of all things, which was enough to shock everyone.

Bailian opened his mouth again, and this time, what came out was not the cold frost. Through the wind and snow, one could see that there was actually a small golden sword pressing under the tip of his tongue.

Blood slowly flowed out from the corner of his lips. He opened his mouth and spit out the blood. The moment the golden sword was spit out from his lips, the dragon energy that was originally shattered into mist came from all directions and gathered in the half-finger-long sword.

The demonic energy turned into inscription patterns, and in this brief moment, the remaining fragments of sword intent were forcibly endowed with an incomparably powerful sword spirit.

The small sword grew longer in the wind, with its golden edges shining brightly, forming a giant sword that spanned mountains and rivers, carrying the endless night behind it.

The giant sword, accompanied by thunderous dragon roars, slashed straight towards Nu Fan.

Nu Fan's face was pale, and the shadow of death was looming over her. She desperately raised her right hand to block it.

However, that sword cut the flesh and blood in her right hand into pieces, which fell off piece by piece, revealing a skeletal arm engraved with dark golden spells.

This sword was meant to take her life and destroy her soul.

Nu Fan's eyes became uncontrollably terrified, her body trembled, and her lips quivered. She looked desperately and viciously at the sword that would destroy everything she had. Suddenly, a revolving lantern of the whole world formed in front of her eyes.

The moon is shining brightly in the ninth heaven, the father prays for a marriage contract, and the two tribes will be friends forever. It is the Lantern Festival on earth, and all living beings gather together to light lanterns, pray to the gods and listen to the voice of the world.

Thousands of eternal lanterns are sent off by the starry sky, rippling in the clouds.

The aloof and proud imperial daughter looked across the thousands of lights, in the interweaving of light and shadow, as if inadvertently seeking the wind of the divine world.

The emperor's daughter Nvfan is married to the emperor's son Zijiang, the god of wind. All the tribes are their allies, and glory is their crown. They deserve your rock-hard promise.

People all say that Jiang, the emperor's father, is the ninth son, but Zi Jiang has no ambition. Although he has the bones of an emperor, he does not have the heart of an emperor. He would rather be ignorant and abandon intelligence, and would rather reject the hustle and bustle and be content with a simple life. He has lived a lonely life, and I am afraid that in the end he will only leave a good name in the world.

She is the most talented and famous princess in the country of Guyin. Looking at her father's hundreds of children, she is the only one who is honored with the title of Imperial Princess.

Her husband stood quietly under the forest like a pine or bamboo in the sea of ​​​​immortals, with a noble temperament, always like a light landscape painting.

But how could a husband, the proudest princess of the Ancient Yinxian Kingdom, be only noble and pure? How could he always be just a plain landscape painting?

The man she was going to marry was an unrivaled hero, the immortal Emperor of Blood, whose name was known throughout the ages.

If he is content with mediocrity and only knows how to pretend to be cultured, then it would be better for him to...

It would be better not to do that. The question that troubled her had not yet been answered, but she received a letter of withdrawal of engagement written by him personally.

Thousands of lights have gone out, and the snow and wind are heavy in Kunlun.

But in her world, there was no wind at all.

The golden sword light engulfed her, and in the fear of death, she seemed to be about to find that moment of relief.

But at this moment, a light laugh was heard in the wind.

Thousands of silver threads locked the long wind of heaven and earth, and the whisk passed by, entangled the huge lightsaber, but could not break it into pieces.

Qing Ao swung his arms, and the sleeves of his clothes broke into pieces, revealing his arms that were wrapped in cursed ropes.

Under the tremendous force, the giant sword was thrown into the sky. The dark shadows of the monsters dispersed in a large area of ​​space. Amidst bursts of explosive sounds, the giant sword smashed a star in the distant sky.

The meteorite fragments burned with red flames like a rain of fire in a prosperous era.

After Qing Ao protected Nufan, he flicked his whisk with a celestial bearing, made a hand gesture with one hand, put it in front of his chest, smiled faintly at Baili An, and said, "I think I know what you want to do?"

Everyone was shocked by the horror of the sword and even felt scared.

Nu Fan would certainly not be able to block that sword. After her body was crushed by the sword, all of them would be left behind her.

Let me ask everyone in the field, except for those hermits, immortals and old monsters whose strength is unknown, who can block this sword?