long night walk

Chapter 478
Yunrong opened her eyes slightly, in the black shadow under the hood, it seemed that there was light in her eyes, not so bright, but a cautious and just right light.

"You're welcome." Her voice was very calm.

Yun Rong, whose nose was still bleeding over there, muttered in a low voice, "It's strange, so I can embroider, too?"

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The sky in the distant mountains sank little by little.

It's not the gloom of the black clouds pressing down on the city, but the sky is sinking little by little under some kind of terrifying destructive force.

When Bai Lian Yujian was flying, he could clearly feel the weight from the sky and the coldness that deeply invaded his soul.

Suddenly, there was a crack in his cheek.

A string of blood beads was wiped out in the wind.

His eyes moved slightly, and he reached out to grab a thin bronze leaf.

The Qiushui sword under his feet slowly lost its aura, and this world no longer allowed him to fly in the sky.

Bai Lian went down with his sword, and saw a bronze sacred tree. The divine splendor of this tree seemed to be as high as the sky and the earth. It was as huge as a mountain, and there were perennial clouds and mists among the branches and iron leaves.

The huge tree body is hidden in the clouds and mist, and the outline is looming, like a giant god entrenched here.

Perhaps because of the sapphire with the word 'Heaven' in his palm, Bai Li'an could clearly feel that the ancient gods of the four directions indeed lived in this huge bronze tree.

He stood under the bronze tree, and the roots exposed to the outside of the soil were already higher than his head. He was like a tiny ant breaking into the kingdom of giants, seeing the end of the bronze tree at a glance.

The wind blows with bronze old leaves.

The cold and delicate fragrance wraps around the clothes.

Bai Lian suddenly sensed a familiar breath.

He walked tens of meters deeper into the bronze tree.

Under the rustling heavy leaves, white clothes fall in the night, and snow sleeves fall in starlight.

The black hair danced soundlessly in the breeze, and the woman's figure was like a cold white crane, standing under the tree, with her palms attached to the ancient tree body, and there was an unstoppable flicker between her brows.

Her divine sense has completely entered this bronze sacred tree.

Bai Lian opened his eyes wide in shock, unable to understand why he saw her here.

"Su Jing... girl?"

"Oh?" An old voice echoed in the forest leaves.

Under the thick and vigorous bronze vines, slowly walk out an old woman with a crooked figure and wearing sackcloth. Her yellow skin is sagging and sagging, but her eyes are extremely bright and clear, not like an old woman at all. Eyes that old people can have.

The old woman looked at Bai Li'an from a distance, and said, "You actually know my Jing'er?"

My Jinger?

Bai Lian was slightly startled, bowed to the old man and said: "I have met several times before, I don't know if the senior is..."

The aura emanating from the old woman's body was as majestic as the deep sea, but she showed no obvious hostility towards Bai Li'an. After looking him over carefully, she said, "The old man is the first suzerain of Taixuanzong, Jing'er should be Call me grandma."

After the first Suzerain of Tianxi Sword Sect, is Taixuanzong then?

Bai Li'an couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart, he really didn't know how many ancestors of practitioners in Tianyao Continent fell into the bronze gate and were trapped for a lifetime with no way out.

It's telling those descendants of disciples to enshrine the tablets in vain.

The old woman asked, "Why did you come here?"

Bai Lian pointed to the bronze tree, and said, "I want to see the ancient god in this tree, but it seems that Miss Su Jing has already started negotiating with the god in the tree."

He couldn't understand why Su Jing, who was clearly in the first realm, also appeared inside the bronze gate. Since she promised to help protect Jiujiu, San'er and the others, she naturally wouldn't break her promise.

"Meet the ancient god in the tree?" The old woman had a weird smile on her face, but she didn't say anything to ridicule Bai Lian's overthinking. The linen sleeves on her body suddenly stretched out, and the bronze leaves swayed and trembled like wind chimes.

The scenery around Bailian was spinning rapidly, turning into countless blurred phantoms.

All of a sudden, all the voices between heaven and earth disappeared.

In my mind, it was as if a drop of water fell into the silent lake.

The sound was very peaceful.

The sky and the earth are gone, and the distance is vast.

Even the figure of the old woman disappeared without knowing when.

In such a faraway place, as if the end could not be seen at a glance, there are huge mountains and seas, the outlines of the sun, moon, and stars imprinted on the feet like silhouettes.

This space seems to be divided into two big worlds, light and dark, by a sword full of judgment.

Amidst the light and darkness, huge ancient bronze seats stood in the sky. The seats were as huge and majestic as small mountains, and on the seats sat huge figures covered by light and darkness.

Surrounded by those ancient bronze seats, Bai Lian was as small as an ant.

The peaceful sound of another drop of water falling into his mind echoed in his mind.

Suddenly there was a layer of shallow ripples on the ground in front of him, and in the interlacing of light and shadow, the spotless white clothes were gradually visible.

The slender and slim back was smoky and cold, and when he looked back suddenly, the black eyes looked at him like a quiet painting of ink and wash, and the thin night light in his eyes seemed to shimmer.

Bai Lian couldn't help but reached out and pinched his cheek. He didn't feel any pain, but he knew that his spiritual consciousness was forcibly brought into the world inside the bronze tree by the old senior's special divine channel method.

The gods surrounding the ancient bronze seats didn't react to Bai Lian's sudden intrusion, and they didn't even bother to split a trace of their divine thoughts to stay on him, and ignored him directly.

Obviously, for them, Bailian didn't even have the qualifications to be seen.

"Little girl, I pity your body. If you are willing to feed your body into the fire, I will give you the surname Xihe. For generations to come, the fire will never end."

The person who said this was an ancient bronze seat close to the white clothes.

While speaking, the heavy light on the ancient seat dissipated a bit, and it was vaguely visible that there was a slender and beautiful woman figure burning with golden divine fire all over her body.

Su Jing slowly looked away from Bai Lian, and she said calmly, "I'm not interested in becoming the new god of this world."

"You can tell me your wish." The head of the Xihe Shen family seemed to be very tolerant towards Su Jing.

Su Jing raised his head, looked at the gods, his lips moved lightly, his cold voice was swallowed by the world, but every word fell on each bronze seat with incomparable clarity.

The flames around Xi He's body flickered dangerously, becoming violent and terrifying.

For a moment, the mountains, rivers and starry sky under Su Jing's feet were filled with lightning flashes from all over the sky.

It seemed as if she was about to fall into a robbery net.

Su Jing's figure didn't move, he didn't waver at all.

At this time, a chuckle sounded.

Bai Lian saw a black mist hovering not far from Su Jing, it was one of the six rivers, and he laughed heartbreakingly.

"I said earlier that there is no need for the gods to see Su Jing, one of the three sons of heaven."

In the black mist around him, there were continuous creaking and ghostly infantile voices, which set him off with a gloomy air.

He continued: "Because you will never get what you want from her, but it's better to say the other way around, don't underestimate her as a human being, since she can be recognized by the Dao of Heaven, she can destroy everything with a little slack. It is what you all wish for.”

(End of this chapter)