long night walk

Chapter 408 Draw the Sword
Bai Lian's five cold fingers came to the top of her head, and her voice was indifferent, unable to detect emotion: "Tell me, can I destroy your head?"

Hongzhuang sternly said, "How dare you!"

The female devil smiled indifferently: "You can try it."

Bai Lian was silent for a while, and finally relaxed his fingers slowly.

Seeing that the deterrence had worked, the female devil couldn't help showing a satisfied smile: "That's right. Although Si Li is the one who fulfilled the covenant, he is also a descendant of the general. If I didn't bring out the general's body and a strand of spiritual consciousness, You wouldn't have been born in this world, obediently repaid your sister's kindness, and your corpse demon clan... wait, what are you doing?"

The chattering Lord Mojun suddenly frowned, feeling something was wrong.

Although the fingers pressing on his head loosened, his palm did not retract just yet.

Fingertips dexterously braided two long braids between her hair, which looked ridiculous.

But what's even more ridiculous is that this ghoul actually used the identification as a tether, and tied the noble head of her great demon king to the waistband of her trousers in a serious manner...

Although he has been dismembered for many years, His Majesty the Demon Lord has never suffered such humiliation.

Even if there is only one head left, he will never bow his head and become a pendant on someone else's waist!
The female devil swayed around his waist, her hair hurting from pulling, she said angrily: "Put it down!"

Bai Lian half picked up Si Li, turned the head aside in disgust, and said perfunctorily, "Ah, you have to be good."

"Ah Tou? What the hell is that called?" The female devil tensed her face in anger, wishing she could eat him in one bite.

"His Majesty the Demon Lord did not tell me his name."

"So you gave me such a stupid name on your own?!"

Bai Lian ignored it, and lightly pressed two fingers on both sides of the sword edge wound on Si Xin's mouth. When he pressed lightly, he did not see any blood overflowing. It's exhausted.

The speed at which this sword devours life is indeed terrifying.

"Where does this sword come from?" Bai Lian didn't dare to draw the sword rashly, so he asked the female devil aloud.

The female demon lord snorted coldly: "You put me down, hold me tightly in your arms, and I will tell you."

Bai Lian didn't like this at all, and said coldly: "I'm about to go down to the world of Bronze Gate. Do you want to be kicked down smoothly by me as a ball, or hang on your belt and be an uncle to watch the scenery and decide for yourself."

The female devil was silent for a long time, and looked at the young man with resentment, seeing that his expression did not look like a joke, she decided to stick to the devil's proud will to be a master.

"This sword is called the heavens. It was enshrined in the Kunlun Temple. It was obtained by the immortal god. It is the first sword to kill soldiers in the world. , the divine sword is naturally unruly and unruly, with unparalleled sharpness, and it has no sheath to seal. Only when the gods and demons have a sheath can they be sealed.

Since the Sword of the Heavens is a sword without an owner, no one can forcibly draw the sword, so once the sheath is taken as a prisoner, it will not leave the sheath and return to the palace unless the "sheath" is destroyed. "

"Since this sword belongs to the temple, why does it appear here?"

The female devil swayed around his waist, biting his belt and said with a light smile: "So I have to say that that woman is amazing, she can always break common sense and create miracles, if I hadn't personally tried the sword's edge, I also can't believe that she was able to get out of Dongtian with a sword."

Bai Lian didn't bother about who 'that woman' was. He scratched the edge of the sword with his fingertips, and blood slowly flowed down the sword into Si Li's heart.

The blood-feeding process was not long, until her skin color was no longer pale at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then Bai Lian withdrew his palm and held the golden ancient sword.

The moment he touched the hilt, it was like being stung by a bee. There was a sharp pain all over his palm. The ancient and silent Zhutian Sword was affected by the atmosphere of the outside world, and the whole body of the sword began to tremble and buzz.

The remaining half of the sword continued to move towards Si Li's body uncontrollably and continued to be silent, as if a silent anger was going on.

Si Li, who was sleeping, suddenly let out a muffled snort, unconsciously raised his pale palm, and clasped Bai Lian's arm tightly, as if it could crush his arm bones.

Looking at the bulging veins on the back of her hands and the extremely tightly wrinkled brows, she could clearly feel her pain.

The strange thing is that the female devil did not stop her, but looked at Bai Lian with a strange look, and said, "Why did you draw your sword?"

Bai Lian pursed her thin lips, and lowered her head to meet her gaze: "As expected, His Majesty the Demon Lord is the first undead person to be injured by the swords of the heavens since ancient times. Shea' draw the sword, the ghost mountain is so big, but you brought your sister to me, does this mean that I can draw the sword?"

"Just based on this, you are so confident?"

"Of course it's more than that." Bai Lian's hand holding the sword was shaking violently, and the terrifying sword intent split his palm into countless small and sharp wounds, and pools of blood overflowed from between his fingers, along the edge of the sword. Painted into Si Li's heart.

He didn't tell the demon king that he also pulled out the sword on Sikong's chest in the chaotic valley.

Although he doesn't understand the reason, but in the dark, he seems to have a predestined relationship with the sword.

Hong Zhuang didn't bother her, she knew the names of the heavens, so she stood on the sidelines indifferently, waiting for this young man to kill himself.

The world is dim, and the abyss is dark.

The speed with which Bai Li'an drew his sword was difficult, he could not move forward, the sharp edge of the sword sank every inch of his flesh, and Si Li's aura became weaker and fainter.

For some reason, the female devil stretched her eyelids, and when she raised her gaze again, the pair of beautiful ink pupils in the eye sockets were dark and warm, and she whispered: "You may be nearby."

Bai Lian closed his eyes and concentrated on drawing his sword: "I know."

"The Pimorant feeds on sword energy. If you forcefully draw your sword, you will be injured by the sword energy of the heavens. In this way, the Pimorant bird will recognize you as its food. The sword-receiving beast on Kunlun Mountain, even Immortals in the Transcending Tribulation Realm are all afraid, and if you want to protect this half-dead sister of the royal family, aren't you afraid that the eruption of sword energy will lead to this disaster and swallow the two of you together?"

Bai Lian opened his eyes, and the long and graceful vine leaves growing on the side of the ancient road were elegantly cast a ray of indifferent shadow by the moonlight, which fell on his side cheeks, and there was a fleeting cool smile in his eyes.

"Since my sister and I want to repay the kindness of Lord Atou, we will naturally send you to the place where we should be sent. If our siblings are destined to die in the womb, we will break our promise to you, so Si Chen has no choice but to hold Atou with you. Go back together."

(End of this chapter)