long night walk

Chapter 409
Hearing what he meant, the female devil lord instantly flew into a rage: "What a cunning boy, before you reset my head, you just think that I will protect you all along the way?! How can there be such a good thing in the world?" !"

Bai Lian returned a fake but very good-looking eyebrows and eyes to her.

At this time, the lingering sword intent on the icy sword edge inserted deep between Si Xin's mouth began to burn, and golden sword fire and flowing blood spurted out.

Knowing that it was the critical time to draw the sword, the female demon lord stared solemnly and became quiet.

The sword fire and blood were burning, but the wind of the sword was icy cold.

The white air current lifted the bangs on Bailian's forehead, and the blowing hair quickly condensed a faint frost.

As the ancient golden sword in his hand sank deeper and deeper, blood stopped dripping from the palm cut by the sword edge, and the crystal red liquid condensed into frost.

Snapped!
A slight sound sounded from Bai Li'an's forehead and cheek.

His skin cracked without warning, and blood-red flowers bloomed on his face.

This is not a good sign, if the sword is not loosened, it will not only be the skin on the cheek that will be broken.

The wind of the sword slowly retreated between the sky and the earth, Hong Zhuang took a second look, and his eyes hurt as if being stabbed by a sharp sword.

She took two steps back in horror, frightened by the ancient and vast sword intent, under the ancient solemnity of the ancient sword, she couldn't hold back any hostility in her heart.

She couldn't understand, if His Majesty the Demon Lord could directly face the overwhelming power of the ancient sword, why this kid was not forced to retreat by the sword's intent after touching the golden ancient sword.

How could he resist the fear brought by the ancient killing soldiers stained with the blood of countless gods and Buddhas?

Bai Li'an's forehead and pupils were also covered with a light layer of frost along with the hair, and his vision became blurred. The ancient sword he saw gradually transformed into a complicated world.

On a sword, he seemed to see the world.

An ancient vicissitudes, strange world.

The thin lines on the sword are mysterious, but it gives Bailian the feeling that this is not a self-generated existence of heaven and earth, but more like an ancient road in the starry sky opened up by the gods with their thoughts.

Baili'an Lingtai flickered, and the gate of the mansion was opened wide. Wisps of clear spring-like thorough and pure spiritual power slowly seeped into the traces of the ancient road.

The sword patterns created with divine thoughts can naturally accept spiritual power.

Although spiritual power majors do not account for the majority in the mainland.

But in all over the world, immortals are like stars, and there has never been a shortage of geniuses who practice hard spiritual power.

Hong Zhuang thought blankly, but since the birth of Tianyao Continent, it seems that there has never been a precedent for the All Heavens Sword to accept the spiritual power of the world.

She was shocked, why this boy could do this.

If she could open her eyes and take a serious look at Bai Lian, she would be able to see that the spiritual power displayed by Bai Lian at this moment is extremely pure, without any impurities, like a rootless rain that has not been polluted by the turbid world.

Falling into the sword, it was like a baptism, washing away the fine and continuous lines in the sword.

Hong Zhuang forced herself to die, glanced at His Majesty the Demon Lord, and was surprised to find that she was taking a rest with her eyes closed, without any surprise or shock.

The gust of wind made her look a little pale.

She seriously thought about what kind of young man Ning Feiyan had plotted against.

The dense and detailed sword patterns on the All Heavens Sword were lit up inch by inch.

But Hong Zhuang, who is familiar with the power and mystery of the Zhutian Sword, knows that the sword pattern that has been cultivated for hundreds of millions of years is no longer a sword pattern.

Each of the lines represents a mountain, a sea, a mountain and a river, and thousands of years.

What kind of continuous spiritual power is needed to ignite all the lines of this sword.

Feeling Bai Lian's pure but thin spiritual power, she couldn't help gloating.

It took only a few months for Bailian to realize his spiritual power.

No matter how evil his talent is, it is impossible to ignite all the sword patterns in this world comparable to mountains and rivers, with hundreds of rivers, lakes and seas.

In fact, Bai Lian was unable to do this. He slowly let go of the blade in his palm, and took out the small silver sword that had not been used for a long time.

The female devil's closed eyes were illuminated by the light of the sword, and she suddenly opened her eyes, staring deeply at the little sword, those pupils like the abyss of a canyon, instantly flashing a gorgeous and sinister light.

The little silver sword swipe lightly on the Tianjian without leaving any marks, but the tip of the little sword is like a signpost, guiding Bai Lian's limited but extremely pure spiritual power.

He didn't need to ignite all the sword patterns, Bai Lian was not arrogant enough to submit this peerless divine weapon to his palms.

He just needs to find a divine pattern that runs through the sword.

sufficient.

The pure and colorless mental power is like a straight line of mercury, falling from the end of the hilt to the tip of the sword.

Zhu Tianjian seemed to have received the long-lost satisfaction and appeasement, and stopped destroying Si Li's body. He shook for joy, and then fell silent.

Like an ordinary ancient sword.

Bai Lian exhaled a weak breath.

Slowly draw the Zhutian sword out.

The female demon monarch withdrew her cold and strange gaze from the small sword without any trace: "Loosen the sword, it will return to the temple by itself."

Bai Lian frowned, and said in a deep voice, "It can't be loosened."

The female devil's complexion changed, and then she saw that the unruly killing sword, which could only be fed but would not surrender, had its aura tightly attached to Bai Lian's body.

Immediately afterwards, without giving everyone a chance to react, the sword turned into dots of golden light and disappeared from his palm...

Bai Lian uneasily rubbed the palm of his hand that was so badly mutilated that the bones could be seen, and said, "What happened just now?"

The female devil's eyes flickered for a moment, and she said: "If nothing else happens, this sword just made a mark on your body."

"What do you mean?"

"It means that if it is hungry, bored, cold, or uncomfortable, it may come to you for a chat."

Bailian: "..."

The female devil narrowed her eyes, and said with a teasing smile: "Young man, don't show such a lonely expression, you must know that in ancient times, there was a fairy sword that cultivated a spiritual body and a human body, and made a good story with its master. The first ancient divine sword in the world, maybe in the future, it will turn into a beautiful woman to be with you."

After the aura of the Heavenly Sword disappeared completely, Bai Lian felt a sense of weakness in his body, and he glanced lightly at the dangling beauty's head on his waist: "Are all the kings of the devil world so old and unscrupulous? "

The female devil's swaying movements froze, her eyelids twitched, she gritted her teeth and said, "You bastard who doesn't have long eyes, I have a beautiful face, young and beautiful, how can I get old?!"

Bai Lian ignored the talkative Demon Lord, sat down cross-legged next to the edge of the bronze door, and began to adjust his breath to recuperate the huge emptiness and weakness in his body.

In the cold abyss, the bottom cannot be seen at a glance. The world below the door is cold and dead, but it is not a dry and empty world. The dark atmosphere that is enough to make the world uneasy is comparable to a dead man with exhausted spiritual power. The monk suddenly came to a spiritual mountain with abundant spiritual veins, but he could use local materials, and the cold dark power here could quickly and effectively nourish the corpse pearl in his body.

(End of this chapter)