long night walk

Chapter 575

It was cold in late autumn, and the moon was cloudy at midnight, and Bai Lian and Shu Ci were no longer seen in the vast world of snowy nights.

The deep sea under the ice layer does not contain any breath, but it can keep the consciousness of countless demons out of the world.

The floating and cracked ice floated up and down in the brilliance of the burst of fire, the stars and the moon were hidden behind the clouds, the sky was extremely low, as if it was about to touch the sea, and the sound of thunder was faintly heard in the sky and sea.

Under the beaded curtain of the crown, the female devil's face is half-lit and half-dark, like a demon, which makes people feel cold.

Burying Heart Mo Qing was silent for a while, her black pupils were like a whirlpool, hiding the turbulent emotions in her heart.

Ning Feiyan looked at the world of Qingye with deeper and thicker eyes.

For a while, the King's Return Banquet fell into a tacit silence, and the atmosphere suddenly became oppressive.

Mi Lu was dumbfounded for a while, and couldn't help but whispered to the abandoned person beside him: "It's impossible for her to lose in Shu Ci, right?"

The abandoned man propped his arms on the ground and panted lowly, the chaotic breath in his body almost boiled, and he finally calmed down.

While enduring great pain, his voice was flat without any emotion: "Your Highness is joking."

Miru also felt that he had told a big joke, he licked his dry lips, hoping that the battle would end soon.

Shuci sank deeper and deeper in the icy deep sea, and the battlefield changed three times.

The water-like moonlight was swallowed by the pitch-black sea water, as if being in a dark world without light, the awe-inspiring chill spread endlessly, penetrating into the bones and blood.

The chill came from the deep sea water, and also from the spirit extermination array painted with blood.

There seemed to be countless invisible ropes in the sea that were invisible to the naked eye and invisible to the mind, tightly bound Shuci's body, and several bright red bloodstains were drawn on the slender and pale legs that were exposed outside the skirt.

The blood was spreading in the sea water, and the floating dress was tightly bound by the rope, which tightly outlined the girl's thin and slender body.

Shu Ci frowned slightly, and a hint of anger finally appeared in his empty and indifferent eyes.

She still underestimated the boy's means.

In the endless darkness, a smear of blood-red luster flickered like a sparkling fire in the dense and dark sea water.

That was the brilliance emitted by the Devil May Cry Bead, the faint luster pulled out an extremely long and thin bright red long line in the sinking sea water world.

The end goal of the thread head is her Meixin Shenfu.

The chill in Shu Ci's eyes was even deeper. Her whole body was locked by the spirit-killing array, unable to defend and dodge, so she truly endured this powerful blow. Her slender body was like a lifeless puppet. Numerous bright red bloody mouths burst out.

One hit hit, but Bai Lian found that the flute that was pressed between her eyebrows seemed to have sunk into a dark and endless swamp of death, it was deeply absorbed, and it was difficult to twitch back.

Through the darkness, he saw the girl's beautiful and dangerous face that was as poisonous as a poisonous venom revealing a misty silver light, purple-black spiritual power gushing out all over her body. natural power.

A black vortex surrounded by purple lightning emerged between her eyebrows, the Devil May Cry Bead embedded in the tail of the flute was instantly swallowed by the black vortex, the red light disappeared, and the piccolo was still submerged in the vortex inch by inch.

Bai Lian's eyes were wide open, and the palms of his hands seemed to become one with the flute, and he couldn't let go of them at all.

Shuci's complexion was extremely pale. In the dark seawater world, there was a kind of fragility and elegance that shocked people at first sight.

The flower at the end of the flute in my hand turned from white to black, and the color became blacker. Even the deep sea water could not suppress the color of the flute flower.

The poppy flower seemed to be a bottomless abyss that was colder than the sea, constantly sucking the breath out of Bailian's body.

The piccolo was not long, and soon disappeared into the vortex.

The huge force of attraction made it impossible for Bai Lian to evacuate, and his body fell heavily on Shu Ci's body like a mountain sinking.

A cold and murderous aura emerged from Shuci's body, slowly covering his whole body, wrapping him thickly like a cocoon, freezing almost every inch of bone and blood.

That chilling aura was powerful and unpredictable, squeezing away all the icy sea water and invisible ropes around him, and that force squeezed into a huge spherical barrier in the water.

The two people stacked on top of each other are suspended in this sphere.

The auras of the two are tightly entangled with each other, and at first glance they appear to be a gesture of intimacy and inseparability.

Shu Ci slowly raised his head, looked at Bai Lian who was close at hand with those indifferent and empty silver eyes, and without giving him a chance to leave, he raised his hand and pinched Bai Lian's chin, forcing him to pay for it with his forehead. Forehead.

The vortex wrapped in lightning disappeared at the place where the foreheads of the two touched, and Bai Lian's gaze fell into Shu Ci's strange and dark silver pupils.

So far, in this battle, whether it is cultivation, combat power, physique, or resilience, Shuci, the leader of the demon world, seems to have stepped into an extremely terrifying sacred realm in all aspects, which is unmatched by ordinary people.

In this regard, Bai Lian could only win in danger, and entered the battle with blood, trying to seal her in this long sea with the power of the magic river.

He firmly believes that in this world, all things and dharmas are mutually generated and restrained, and there is nothing irresistible.

But the fact is, Shu Ci can indeed live up to her monster name.

How could she, who is proficient in the way of magic, the way of war, and the way of body refining and transformation, possess such unreasonably powerful spiritual power.

The most fundamental thing for a talisman painter is to enter the talisman with spiritual power to form an array.

Bai Li'an exhausted half of her body's essence and blood, and with the help of Liuhe's energy, the spirit extermination array drawn at the cost of serious injuries was a random move of her heart that was hard to beat.

Both sides have stopped fighting, but what follows is a battle without smoke, or a unilateral spiritual massacre, which is more dangerous than real swords and guns.

Bai Lian's body was almost numb, and the blood energy and dark power in the corpse bead were wilting like dust. He felt that his spiritual power and soul were being silently eaten into his body by her.

This is a process more terrifying than death.

It was a kind of intense pain and despair above the body, an inescapable bloody killing.

The silver-gray pupils stared emotionlessly at Bai Lian's eyes that were close at hand, and Shuci's voice sounded indifferently like the cold wind of death: "Are you surprised?"

Bai Lian had no energy to answer her question, so he could only twitch the corners of his mouth with difficulty.

Shu Ci was clearly lying under him, but his gaze was condescendingly watching him, as if he was not looking at a living person.

"We were born together with the heaven and the earth. We have seen the sun and the moon shine together, and the sky and the sea poured into the sky. We have endured 1 years of loneliness. Our life is unimaginably long. During such a long and boring time, we have enough study-time."

There are three thousand avenues in the world, and if one person chooses one to reach the peak, it will take a whole life to study and practice without distraction.

But Shu Ci is different, immortals will emerge, stars will fall, the sea will dry up, and snow mountains will melt. She is always with death, but she will never die.

There are three thousand roads, and she can walk back and forth on each road.

Because her life is really hard.

The fingers pinching Bai Lian's chin slid down his chin, the fingertips pierced through the hair behind him, gathered them together, and pressed the palm of his hand against his back like a mottled scar, pressing tightly.

Shu Ci's face showed no shyness as he should, and he pressed his body tightly against his body, like lovers who have been in love for thousands of years, wishing to rub him tightly to his bones.

Bai Lian's body trembled slightly, as if he was enduring extreme physical pain. He couldn't help frowning his brows, and felt as if his whole body was drowned in frozen water, cold to the bone.

"You are really amazing to be able to push us to this point. You are the last river in the Demon Realm. You are very smart and thoughtful. You know the conditions for using the green tree itself as a demon, and you use the power of the Blood Feather River to control this area. Heaven and earth suppressed me."

Xueyuhe's ability is to control monsters with blood and to command with feathers.

She believed that the young man sensed the aura of the green tree at regular intervals, and that's why he dared to enter the realm to fight her.

A fair environment has actually created extremely favorable conditions for Bai Lian from the very beginning.

But the words of Shu are still incomprehensible.

The owners of the Blood Feather River for generations have indeed been able to resist demons without any disadvantages, but this green tree demon is by no means an ordinary monster.

It is the female body incarnated from a green vine on Kunlun Mountain. It traveled the world and was favored by the old devil 10 years ago.

Although the Ivy Banshee is not a demon, she has cultivated a serious fairy art, and she is also the sword maid who sits down for the emperor, so she refuses to obey her death, not afraid of broken jade, and resolutely crashes to death in front of her. Under the stage of the years.

In a fit of rage, the old devil did not even spare her corpse, and took the filth from Abi Hell to suppress her corpse and soul, and her soul would never be reborn.

For tens of thousands of years, she was eroded by evil spirits, and finally broke through the earth-born demon world, forming this small world of three thousand heavens, but she was imprisoned in this filthy soil forever and ever.

The old devil is cruel by nature, and he always destroys things that he can't get.

So he set up the custom of the King's Return Banquet, and every hundred years, a King's Return Banquet, a ceremony of washing the river, will be held under the stage of Suiyue.

He just wants this ignorant vine demon to use his body as a world to witness with his own eyes that his demon world is becoming more and more prosperous.

It is not that the owners of the Xueyu River in the past have tried to force the demon of the green tree to surrender with the feather order, but once Xueyuhe, who has received thousands of demons from the demon world, tries to subdue the green tree, she will be strongly resisted and hated by her.

Today, Bai Lian was able to break the common sense and let the green tree be used by him, and it became a murder in his hands, which really surprised Shuci.

Shuci's pupils reflected the blood-red meaning floating on the distant sea, and she smiled mockingly.

"The spirit-killing array is just a cover for you. Your real killing move is this sea. This sea is invisible to the outside world. Every drop of sea water here is transformed by the demonic power of the green tree.

You want to use the power of this sea to suppress me here, the idea is really good, I am very curious, when did you realize that I am really a demon? "

She was able to easily kill the Pimorant Bird, not because she was too strong to be unreasonable, but fundamentally speaking, the Pimorant Bird was not her nemesis.

Her real nemesis is the Blood Feather of Six Rivers who ranks last in the eyes of the world.

She trained the body of a demon soldier with a demon body, and the demon soldier is not her origin. In a sense, the magic soldier is more like a perfect layer of armor to protect her.

Under the perfect armor is the immortal boundless demon body.

In this world, no one can penetrate the armor called the magic soldier and see the truth of its body.

Naturally, no one can imagine that Liuhe, whose ranking has remained unchanged throughout the ages, is actually the only existence in this world who can restrain Shuci.

The breath of Shuci entangled him inextricably, and the spherical light circle wrapped the two of them continuously sinking towards the depths of the sea.

As always, she was domineering and willful, asking questions in her heart, and once again refusing to give him the right to answer.

The palms on her shoulders gradually slipped down, and Bai Lian's eyes gradually lost their spirit and became lifeless amidst the cold and indifferent voice.

He was like a mosquito caught in a spider's web, surrounded by Shu Ci's huge consciousness. With her spirit taken away, Bai Lian's muscles slowly rotted, and his nails turned blue-white.

Consciousness becomes extremely heavy.

He knew that he was going to die here...

In the deep sea, the girl's eyes were cold and bright, quietly staring at the last trace of expression in the depths of Bai Li'an's pupils, as silent as embers, like a pool of stagnant water, without any fluctuations of the soul.

It was at this moment that Shu Ci sensed the existence of Jiemen in this world.

Right under the sea.

Sinking into the sea is like a whale falling, it is a process from birth to death.

Shu Ci didn't disrupt this process, she was like a static dust sinking, savoring the young man's death process carefully.

Because the taste of this young man's soul is really rare in the world, as a meal, it is indeed so delicious that people don't want to swallow it whole.

The moment Bailian's consciousness disappeared, he fell into a wonderful dream.

The mountain stream is lingering, the breeze is natural, the looming mountains and rivers in the sea of ​​clouds seem to be painted with light ink, the sky and the earth are washed white by the pure rain, and the clouds are thick and accumulated in the sky, covering the stars and the moon.

On the bank of a bluestone, stood a young man in a black and red sword suit, holding a wooden scabbard made of Suzaku blood in his hand.

The young man is very good-looking, with profound eyebrows and eyes, full of romance, clear and clean, the eyebrows and eyes drawn with pen and ink are clear and moist like Zen, and the gentle and soft eyes stare at him from a distance, as if he has seen into his heart at a glance.

This glance gave Bailian a feeling that he was looking at someone from his previous life for years.

Bai Lian recognized the face in front of him, but it was as if he was seeing this face for the first time.

Because this person in front of him is like a crown of pine and bamboo reflecting the moon, which is far from the personality in his impression.

He stared at each other, and the moment he spoke, his heart throbbed inexplicably: "Who are you?"

The man smiled in the light circle of the moon shadow, but the gentle smile was not warm at all, it only made people feel inexplicably sad: "It's just a crippled thought, I'm dead, and my surname has long been forgotten."

Baili looked at him calmly, and suddenly remembered where the familiar aura on his body came from, and couldn't help saying in shock: "You are the ray of obsession in the tears of the immortal?!"

(End of this chapter)