long night walk

Chapter 412 Silver Butterfly as a Sword
But Si Li, who is familiar with some secrets of Kunlun, knows that the Sixth River in the Demon Realm, in a sense, is very likely to become the most terrifying Demon River.

She didn't think that a corpse boy who couldn't rely on himself to be demonized could subdue the Demon River. The reason why she didn't doubt this absurd reality was just to establish that it was acceptable to the generals.

Si Li never doubted the general's decision, but this did not change her deep-seated contempt for Bai Li'an.

In her deep consciousness, such a frail young man who needed to be taken care of and protected by her could not be compared with her fifteen older brothers at all.

Now it seems that the impression of him being worthless has improved a little bit.

"It's sort of solved a small problem. Under the second realm of Ghost Mountain, there is a no-fly ban. Now that you have tamed Pimorant, you can use its power to enter the world of Bronze Gate." Si Li collected his recalled emotions, closing his eyes. Said.

Bai Lian hummed, raised his fingertips and rubbed the sore brows.

Pichan's monster power is extremely strong, if he didn't rely on the remnant sword intent from the heavens in the wound in his palm, he might not be able to capture Huayu with one blow.

In terms of strength and cultivation, Pichanniao is far superior to him, and the power of divine consciousness is also so powerful that it is unmatched.

The spiritual consciousness of the Pimorant Bird in the Lingtai is enough to occupy his entire spiritual world, like a man who has eaten [-]% full, which makes him ache. He needs to slowly digest this spiritual consciousness before he can use the magic river again the power of.

Bai Lian, who was closing his eyes to adjust his breath and rubbed the center of his brows, opened his eyes suddenly. In an instant, a clear instruction was issued from the altar.

The fierce demon fire ignited again in the pupils of the huge harpies lying quietly on the ground.

It made a long cry, and its huge wings rose from the ground. The three bird heads picked up Bai Lian, Si Li, and the demon female assassin respectively, and they threw themselves into the world of the bronze gate without hesitation.

Almost at the moment when it disappeared into the darkness, the bird clenched the beaks of the three of them tightly and wailed in pain. On its right wing, an extremely long bloody mouth burst out, a large amount of blood red The spout was extremely sprinkling, like a bright red rainstorm.

The female devil narrowed her long eyes, her gaze pierced through the darkness, and she saw the edge of the half-walled bronze door. At some point, a tall man appeared out of thin air.

He held a huge blue magic knife in his right hand, and there was a bright red eye inlaid on the handle of the knife, which spun wildly and wickedly.

But that man's eyes were even more evil, cold, gloomy, and even cruel than the eyeballs on the Sinister Demon Blade in his hand.

His eyes were aching from being blown by the dark wind, but Hong Zhuang still stubbornly opened his bloodshot eyes wide, staring at the man's left arm.

His arms could no longer be described as arms. What protruded from the wide cuffs were not human palms and five fingers, but countless bright red slender stamens, tightly entangled and dragging a woman.

A woman wearing a purple robe.

She tilted her head weakly and closed her eyes quietly. She didn't know whether she had lost her breath or fell into an extremely weak sleep, so that she seemed lifeless.

There are spots of mottled bright red blood between the pale as snow cheeks, which has a kind of sad beauty.

The soft stamens of the tree roots have already penetrated from her back to her chest, and most of her clothes are dyed red. I don't know if the color of the blood is too bright red, so that the color of the thick orb in her left ear is so bright. The dimness has weakened a bit.

Hong Zhuang clenched the small silver scorpion blade tightly in her hand, ignoring that the sharp blade pierced her palm, and blood spilled from her fingers. She couldn't do anything but stare at him and her in despair.

Si Li's voice was extremely deep: "It turned out to be Xing Wu from the Devil's Prison."

She glanced at the silent female devil, and said with a slight mockery: "On the devil's land, there is no one who knows that the devil prison is only loyal to the devil, but now, you, a loyal subordinate, have borrowed a 'million Ye' will spare no effort to kill you."

There was no frustration on the female devil's face, nor did she see the resentment of being betrayed, she had a meaningful smile on her face, and her eyes were deep: "Yeah, even you, an outsider, find it strange, and this gentleman is even more strange. I will sacrifice everything to kill this Lord."

Her voice was still clear despite the chaotic wind, and was extraordinarily cold: "It's really... so strange."

For some reason, there was an inexplicable chill in Bai Lian's muscles and bones.

At this moment, he actually felt that, perhaps in essence, this demon king who had lost his body was very likely to be more terrifying than the demon prison Xing Wu.

Flying is prohibited in the second realm, and the magic prison is fortunate to be unable to break this rule.

He looked down at the crooked Pimorant, and with a flick of his sleeve, he threw Ning Feiyan into the bronze door.

Then he jumped down and trampled on her back cruelly, using Ning Feiyan as a stepping stone to buffer against the dark wind.

Adjust the posture and orientation in mid-air, bend the knees deeply, straighten them with force, and the whole person is like an arrow off the string, shooting towards the direction of the bird.

But Ning Feiyan's body was instantly swallowed by darkness and disappeared.

Hongzhuang gritted her teeth, and the silver blade came out of her hand, turning into a sharp silver blade and shooting towards Xing Wu's eyebrows!
The corner of Xing Wu's mouth curled into a cruel smile, and he opened his mouth to spit out a pitch-black Gu worm. The Gu worm flew rapidly, biting the silver blade, and with a bang, the small silver scorpion blade shattered into specks of dust.

With a cruel smile shrouded in a turbulent murderous aura, he leaped onto the back of the Pimorantiao. The magic blade of "Wan Ye", which was worth as much as the 73rd city of eight prefectures in the devil's soil, rolled up countless terrifying auras, and pierced deeply into it. In the body of the pilgrim bird.

No blood gushed out.

But the pimorant bird uttered an unprecedented cry of panic and wailing. The shrill sound pierced the heavens.

Bai Lian and the others all fell into the abyss.

There was the whistling wind on the side of the ear, and the harsh sound like howling ghosts and wolves filled the ears, which was very uncomfortable.

Xingwu was like a mad dog that was gnawing on his teeth, and his persistent killing intent was really creepy.

He pulled out the magic blade, flew down with crazy and cruel eyes, raised the blade and collapsed, and the target was the head on his waist.

Bai Li'an had seen the power of that knife with his own eyes, and it could easily kill even a bird of prey. If it was carried out, he would have to be cut in half directly.

The female devil's dark and deep eyes narrowed slightly, seeing this scene was not desperate and frightened, but only faint doubts and doubts in her eyes.

Of course, Bai Lian would not wait for death, the darkness in his pupils instantly faded to blood red.

The devouring talent is wide open.

Accompanied by the idea of ​​cold and extinct death, a bright red Bana flower bloomed in his abdomen.

He knew that talent alone would not be able to stop this terrifying knife, holding the flute in his left hand and the sword in his right, cross-blocking.

But the accident happened at this time.

A black figure moved horizontally in an instant, and stopped in front of Bai Lian. The silver-white sword light shone brilliantly in the dark world.

The majestic sword intent is awe-inspiring. In the bright sword light, Bai Lian seems to have seen countless silver butterflies flying in the thin ice-blooming sword light, just like countless dead stars in the cold and constant night. was lit.

Fortunately, black and purple magic power gushed out all over his body, and the momentum of 'Wan Ye' was enough to affect a huge space. The eyeballs that were spinning wildly froze suddenly, like the gaze of death, and bloomed with the blade light enough to tear everything apart. , the shoulder of the man in the middle of them was cut with a bright red wound that pierced the bones and tendons.

With a crackling sound, the cloak and hood that concealed his face were cut open by the wind of the knife, and three thousand black and beautiful long blue hairs danced continuously.

is a woman.

(End of this chapter)