long night walk

Chapter 566, heart blood
The sky resounded with thunder and thunder, and the green leaves and small trees on the altar trembled, as if a catastrophe had struck the world.

The lightning in the sky is like a dragon, with a total of five colors, scarlet, blue frost, extreme purple, sky white, and gold.

The complicated lightning and thunder on the plate are like weaving a clear pattern of thunder on the sky.

The thunder was like a sky net, and the thunderbolts scattered in all directions. In this vast expanse of heavenly power, a storm of spiritual power fell under the sky in an instant.

There is no water in the world, and the four seasons in the devil world, the spirit of the devil spirits respectively turned into a real terrifying rainstorm, falling on the platform of the years.

In the altar, a small tree that grew out of the demonic soil swayed constantly in the turbulent wind and rain.

The sudden gas phase change caused the guards around to panic, and one after another set up formations to form barriers.

The torrential rain poured down in bursts of thunder, rising from the sky.

The weather above the head is myriad, the rain wipes thunder and flowers, and falls on the big formation of the Suiyuetai, the mercury-like rain line penetrates the enchantment like a fine needle piercing rice paper.

Thousands of demon servants in the imperial formation spat blood as if they had been severely wounded, and the spears in their hands were broken, and they knelt down on the ground amidst this majestic aura.

Countless demon generals in the banquet also used their means one after another, swaying and standing with difficulty.

The female devil sits firmly on the high platform, untouched by the rain. In this heavy rain curtain, the square inch world she sits in seems to come from another world, which is hard to invade by wind and rain.

Yihe Shuci let the heavy rain drenched her completely.

She pushed the wine glass in front of her, and watched the thousands of fallen leaves on the small green leaf tree start to turn red rapidly in the rainstorm, and the figures of each one forcibly retreated from the small green leaf world.

The demon generals who were fighting fiercely in the Green Leaf World had no idea what had happened.

It was only a blink of an eye when they fell back into the Demon Realm from the Small World, and they each knelt down in the heavy rain. They felt that their energy was sucked away by some kind of force as quickly as a whale absorbing water. There are signs of defeat.

The faces of all the demon generals were pale and dazed, looking at the torrential rain, at a loss.

Ning Feiyan gently unfolded a huge butterfly soul behind him, its wings were like umbrellas, and it didn't let the wind in the rain get close to hurt it.

Bury the heart to take the wine and pour it into the sky, the Zhan Zhan sake was split by the thunder fire, and instantly ignited a three-foot fire circle.

He stood in the flames, the metal mask made of skulls reflected the crimson flames, his dark eyes stared fixedly at the small tree, his thousand leaves were all broken, and the flower leaf bloomed proudly by himself, his voice was deep and hoarse: "What is Lord Wuhe doing?"

He thought he was stronger than Taixuanzong's Holy Qing Jing Ye Lian, and Ye Lian's skills were not suitable for fighting.

The holy Qingjing is mainly used to calm the demons of the heart, cleanse evil spirits, clear turbid qi, the sutras are gentle, and they are not good at fighting.

However, when Su Xi faced Ye Lian, he fought against Ye Lian with all his strength from the very beginning, and his fight with Buxin in Ye Zhong World was only at the end of the day.

Although both of them were injured, they didn't hurt the foundation of the magic essence.

In the current pouring rain, Su Xi might fight with his life in a way of self-sacrifice that hurts everything.

Dealing with a Taixuan Nine Classics, why is this so?

Compared with others who are on the verge of a battle, Yihe Shuci is not afraid of the heavy rain at all, like being drenched in a rain of mortals, her hair and dress are soaked.

The rain rolled down her cheeks, she raised her hand to catch a handful of rainwater, her eyes were slightly strange, but her tone of voice was still indifferent.

"He's crazy. In this way, wouldn't he be making the name of his Demon River known to the world?"

Rain, thunder, lightning, these myriad phenomena are all caused by the power of the Five Rivers in the Demon Realm. The demons at the King's Return Banquet are losing their power rapidly. The strength is also not as good as before.

On the other hand, the rest in the small world, whether it is breath or cultivation, is in full swing, like thousands of firewood thrown into the fire.

Countless cracks continuously appeared on the surface of the green leaf that carried him, and it seemed that the huge small world could not bear the weight of him alone.

Even the ancient altar sank three meters deep, the rainstorm crushed the branches, and the thunder shook the trees.

Ning Feiyan listened carefully to the conversation between the two, Milu was still stunned at the rain, her face was shocked, obviously she couldn't see the name of the river from the rain, she kindly pointed out:

"Take all the laws of the world, steal the four seasons and kill them all, and create all things together. I will look at them again, and all things will return to their roots. Stealing the ancient world and the names of the five rivers is why it is stealing spirits."

"Stealing spirit..." Milu murmured, his face dazed.

"Speaking of which, the Lord of the Five Rivers has lost his voice in the mortal world for 400 years, and there are rumors that he has long been sealed by the Righteous Immortal Gate.

This time, returning to the Demon Realm and participating in the King's Return Banquet, Master Ning He was able to find the Lord Wu He who was lost in the world of mortals. "

On the high platform, the Demon Lord suddenly spoke, seemingly praising her.

Ning Feiyan lowered her eyes and smiled, and said: "Your servant can only do what I can do, and I can't take credit for it."

Shu Ci rolled his eyes, glanced at her, and said: "The Lord of Four Rivers has both ancient and modern times, and seems to know a lot of things. We are very curious, where did the Lord of Four Rivers find Su Xi?"

The six rivers in the demon world are monsters and monsters that do not belong to the world, but each of them, except Shu Ci, has a skin.

The air was flowing, the rain was light and the shadows were sparse, Ning Feiyan gracefully raised an orchid-like jade hand.

A beautiful butterfly spread its wings and landed on her fingertips. She looked at the butterfly on her fingertips with deep and deep eyes, and said softly: "Maybe it's because... the concubine's luck is really good."

If she is unlucky, how can she know what is Nurhong and what is Huadiao wine just because of a glass of wine.

It's just that she didn't expect that one hook can bite two baits, and it was a surprise to catch a Su Xi, who would have thought that it would also attract a leaf curtain.

If it wasn't for the imminent death of her today, Ning Feiyan would really be a little bit interested, drink slowly and enjoy today's good show.

It's a pity that the theatergoers are all players in the game, but they are all things to be picked up and killed by others.

Shu Ci's face remained unchanged and he said: "One day when luck will run out, it is clear that you are invincible, the rules are not enough, and if you have to attack your heart, isn't it self-destruction?"

The rain wet Ning Feiyan's skirt, she just smiled and said nothing, now, she is not the only one who kills herself in the field.

Taixuan's first sutra He Lian might not be Su Xi's opponent, but Ye Lian dared to come alone.

Just after these few conversations, the leaf turned red and green, and turned green and red, and she should have been defeated early.

But I can only see that amidst the continuous death of this leaf, there is a bit of desolate and hopeless vitality.

The green tree on the altar, which was doused by the rainstorm and thunder, was almost bent to the ground by the huge spiritual power. This small green tree is an extremely important magic weapon of the demons, so it is naturally impossible to let it go so easily. destroy.

Bun Xin raised his knife into flames, and was about to split a trace of the rain curtain above the green tree, but was stopped by Shu Ci: "If you do it now, you will be intervening in this battle."

Burying heart said: "Could it be possible that the sacred objects of our family should be lost in the resting river power?"

Shu Ci smiled contemptuously: "Since it is a sacred object, how can it be easily broken?"

Her words were quickly verified. The green trees flooded by the rainstorm seemed to be revived after death. New and tender green vines continued to grow in the moist soil. .

The drowned thousands of leaves withered and fell, and the new green vines bloomed and set leaves again, with luxuriant branches, just like the cycle of life and death, yin and yang, and the way is like chaos.

Erhe buried his face in surprise, he had been in the demon world for thousands of years, and only now did he realize that the small cave in the green tree actually had his own life consciousness.

Heavy rain outside the world, light rain between the leaves.

Ye Lian was wearing a white dress and dragged in the accumulated rain at her feet, blood mixed with her pure white clothes, and the rainwater accumulated and spread around her feet, like a swaying red flower slowly growing in the water.

The dao sword in her hand was shattered and scattered all over the ground, the smell of blood in the small world was thick and diffuse, masking the smell of dust, mud and light rain, it was so thick that it was a bit choking.

The bound penetrating wound between Su Xi's hands and feet dragged four long and cold talisman chains.

At this moment, his eyes did not fall on Ye Lian who was covered in blood, but turned away indifferently, looking coldly at the evil beast behind him.

Three of the four talisman chains that bound him to fall freely in Fudou's hands were broken, and the broken runes scattered into faint cold light, which was washed away by the light rain.

There is still one talisman unbroken, and the evil beast Huo Dou is still in charge of his freedom, but under the gaze of Su Xi's cold eyes, Huo Dou shivered slightly behind him.

The talisman chain hanging in the air made a cold sound because of the trembling of its body.

In the world among the leaves, although the light rain is light, the leaf curtain seems to be unable to bear the weight of the rain, coughing up a mouthful of blood, and the red splashes into the rain.

Su Xi was disturbed by this cough, and closed his eyes, and then slowly looked at his defeated man.

In the drizzle, he drenched the icy rain with her, broke through the accumulated rain, came to Ye Lian, raised her chin with the cold magic sword in his hand, and looked down into her eyes coldly.

A voice suppressing mania and murderous intent resounded: "Holy Qingjing Ye Lian, 400 years ago, when you slaughtered [-] people from my sect, did you ever imagine that you would end up like this?"

Ye Lian's gaze was neither calm nor desperate, she did not pretend to be relaxed, but her tone was not tense either, she said, "What will happen?"

Su Xi's eyes surged with hostility, and the magic sword was delivered, cutting a bright red gash in her neck, the breath of the magic eroded into the skin, and black thoughts spread: "You can't kill me, but I can take your life."

Ye Lian shook her head and said, "You can't do it. When I killed your parents 400 years ago, you had a Dao fruit that I planted in your body. If you kill me, the holy scriptures will be destroyed, and there will be no more..."

She paused slightly, then looked at his eyes covered with demonic energy unwaveringly, and said, "There is no rest in the world."

There is a saying in Zen that you can take a rest when you get out of the mud.

The person who rests, frees himself from worldly desires, means the direction and the way back.

If she dies, Su Xi will not go with him, but he will be completely swallowed by the magic river, his heart will be in darkness, and he will not see his way back.

Back then, in the name of righteousness, she killed his entire family, but left him alone as a child, and gave him the fruit of Dao to calm his heart, so that he would be sober for half a life and insane for half a life.

The cold space that cut her neck was slowly withdrawn, Su Xi sneered and looked down at her: "Eat all the fireworks, the celestial skin, sit near the wind and moon, and kill Xiaoxie coldly, if you are your righteous immortal Forget it, I should admire you for killing everything with one sword, but why did you leave me alone to suffer so much. Ye Lian, I said that you are extremely hypocritical, do you think you deserve it?"

Following his wishes, Ye Lian gave a hypocritical but true answer: "What a child."

The withdrawn cold sword pierced through her shoulder bones in an instant, blood slowly slid down the cold white sword edge, and the knuckles of the hand holding the sword were pinched pale.

He articulated his words clearly and cruelly: "What a naive boy! You saved me, gave me my name, took the text to become a Taoist, and brought me, a wolf, out of purgatory like you humanely, why did you abandon me in the end! Push me deeper into hell!
You should keep the bald donkey monk who was saved for you as your lifeblood, because he is righteous and I am evil, so I should be sacrificed by you, and you should be the same people! "

Like a lunatic, he laughed sadly and coldly, and suddenly the laughter stopped abruptly.

As if he suddenly realized something, his eyes froze fiercely, staring at her, his two eyes glowed like a phosphorous fire, and he said bitterly: "You know that today is a dead end, but you still want to show up here. You came here for him too?!"

Ye Lian's attitude was frank and frank: "Yes, Jiachen was injured by the Four Rivers Demon Butterfly, and brought out his old wounds when he was a child. You are the Lemon Demon Clan. Taking your blood can calm his spiritual wounds."

Blood dripped down from her, such hurtful words, thanks to her being able to speak out so calmly, she was covered in red wounds, but none of the swords really pierced into her heart.

Su Xi forced her too much, she didn't have a sword that could fall on him, but a word that didn't hurt the wind and rain really hurt his heart and lungs.

Su Xi fell into a long silence, with a faint scar in his crazy and violent eyes.

He bit the sting in his throat, and the hand holding the sword trembled faintly: "You don't like me that much, do you hate me so much?"

Before Ye Lian could reply, the wildly jumping flames in Su Xi's eyes suddenly went out, and the cold sword that had been washed clean by the rain was lifted up again, cutting through the wind and rain silently, and piercing through it mercilessly.

The reflection of the woman in the reddish rainwater on the ground shook slightly.

Ye Lian looked down at the sword that had sunk into her heart, the blood on her face gradually faded, and the cold rain took away her body temperature.

The light rain in the world in Ye Zhong did not know when it turned into a violent heavy rain.

Su Xi, who was standing with his sword in his hand, seemed to shake slightly. He looked at her indifferently, and said, "If you don't like me, then I don't need to ask you to like me."

Ye Lian raised her head and stretched her brows and eyes, then smiled at him with a voice as light as dust: "This way, it's pretty good."

Looking at the figure slowly pouring into the pool of blood in front of him, Su Xi retracted his sword and turned around, looking at the withered talisman sword behind him, he seemed to be talking to himself, with a bit of imperceptible sobs: "If you come to kill me, And why didn't the sword fall on me, but only cut off the talisman chain that binds me?"

It's a pity that there is still a talisman chain that has not been broken.

If it was broken, maybe when he was happy, he would really give her his heart and soul.

(End of this chapter)