long night walk

Chapter 638 The bones become mountains, the flute sounds
"Roar!" The floating bones were like a mountain, and in an instant, the roar of the ghost spirit's bones spread for hundreds of miles, and the bones collapsed like a mountain of corpses, one after another, crushing weeds and rushing forward.

Terrifying roars sounded from all directions at the moment when the bones rose.

Originally, there were only more than 20 monks who fell into the trap attracted by Yingren's beauty, but under Ye Shu's conspiracy, only Xun Guan and another fellow monk died.

And the monks scattered all over the underground palace could not allow Feng Ju to have free time to clean up one by one.

It's just that most of these skeletons and skulls are summoned and surrounded by the waters of the deep pool outside the underground palace.

In this way, the monks scattered in the underground palace are like sheep driven by wild wolves on the grassland.

Amidst bursts of mournful roars, each with their own swords, converged here.

For a while, there were crowds of people, and there were as many as a hundred monks who fled in embarrassment.

When they saw the wave of pale skulls and corpses, they were already panic-stricken and didn't know what to do.

When he was in despair, he happened to see Su Jing and Yin Baishuang, and as if seeing a savior, he shouted for help, and rushed towards that direction to join them.

Facing the white bone corpse formation, the two women did not see any fear between their faces, they stood with their backs, silently holding their swords to fight.

Bai Lian's horizontal sword swept out, and the sword's edge rolled up a thousand layers of air waves, strangling the several bone skeletons rushing in front of him into flying fragments.

He jumped up and landed beside the bewildered Lin Zheng, grabbed his shoulders, stepped lightly on the fire waves, touched the ground with his left foot, bent his right leg, and led Lin Zheng backwards in a straight line as if he had no weight. Glide back.

Narrowly avoiding two ghost claws digging towards Lin Zheng, he saved his life.

Bai Lian returned to his original position, casually threw Lin Zheng into Xun Guan's arms, and said calmly, "Please help me, so that the young master can clear his mind."

The words were more euphemistic and elegant, but Xun Guan understood the meaning of his words, and he was not ambiguous, so he went up and slapped the noble and handsome face of the young master twice fiercely.

The strength of his attack did not restrain at all.

In Xun Concern's mind, it was the Marquis of the Lin family who raised such a maddened devil like Ye Shu. If he hadn't been the one who seduced him step by step, how could their group have ended up in such a predicament.

The two rounded slaps made Lin Zheng's lips and teeth bleed, and his cheeks were red and swollen.

This is Xun Guan's tone of sarcasm: "Little Hou Ye knew that Ye Shu came from the Devil's Cult and was not a good person, so he raised him in the Hou's mansion.

Now that there is a catastrophe, the little dude wants to seek life and death himself, we little people can't stop it, but even if we are played around by others, I will have to peel off the flesh of that beast to be willing, the little dude actually It's that he doesn't even have the ambition to revenge, it's really contemptible! "

After a hard lesson, Lin Zheng's lifeless eyes finally regained some vitality.

After wiping away the disappointing tears on his face, he propped himself up without saying a word, drew out his sword, and looked coldly around the sea of ​​bones and corpses.

Seeing the bone fragments that were swept into pieces by Bai Lian's sword just now, they condensed in the wind and did not disperse, Lin Zheng said: "These ghosts can't be killed, if you continue to fight, you will only slowly consume yourself to death here, manipulating these things It was Feng Ju, and we worked together to create a passage to behead the evil head, and the bone corpse array was naturally broken without attacking!"

As expected of a young master from the Hou Mansion, even after such a big blow, he managed to clean up his embarrassing mood very quickly.

Looking at the battle situation, one can point out the key points at a glance.

No wonder these monks believed so much that he could lead everyone away from this sea of ​​hopelessness and misery.

Hearing this, Feng Ju couldn't help laughing out loud, and said: "Master Hou said it extremely well, if you kill me, these corpses will naturally stop, but the premise is that if you really break the bones The defense line of the large corpse formation..."

boom! ! ! ! !
The last word has not yet been settled, and it seems that there is an additional golden sun in the dark underground palace world, and the terrifying sword energy turns into fire, shining like sunlight across Kyushu, shooting out in all directions.

In the scorching red lotus fire, Su Jing's jade face, which was reflected white and cool by the fire, was cold and beautiful, and his skin was as clear and dazzling as pearls, indescribably sacred and inviolable.

The love cut at the waist was lifted by the wind and fell into her hand. As she raised her arm and cut it, the power of the love cut sword swept across the sky, breaking through the weeds and cold corpses along the way.

The majestic sword energy is like the empty mulberry tree walking in the fire, taking advantage of the wind, it grows stronger and stronger, and in a short while, thousands of scales and fire are like fierce dragons breaking through the sea, and corpses pouring in like waves. The tide went straight to engulf Feng Ju.

Under the scorching fire, Feng Ju's skeleton face seemed to be roasted and melted, and the two clusters of dark flames surged violently, and he smelled the dangerous breath of death in the power of this sword.

He was terrified, he couldn't believe that this was a sword that a junior in the spirit realm could slash, Feng Ju hurriedly retreated, stretched his arms left and right, then quickly closed his palms and struck each other twice.

Under that sword, the sea of ​​bones and corpses that separated like a sea of ​​tides seemed to be controlled by an invisible huge thread, and they quickly merged and moved closer again. Swallow and douse.

However, before he could take a breather, the wind suddenly blew up, and the surrounding fields were in chaos, and a cloud of red clothes like blood floated up.

The long silent wind blows the clothes, brings coolness, adds a touch of emptiness and mistyness, and a little red in the white bones like mountains is very eye-catching.

She stood up with the sword, the coldness was like frost hanging on her feet, and the cold storm that soared to the sky was rolled up all over her body.

As she pointed out, the huge still left torn the air, and the cold wind that rolled the silver-white sword light swept across the border. The bones of Feng Ju's body were blown sideways by the terrifying cold current, and his body quickly condensed into ice.

Soon, countless icy vines with sharp ice crystals grew out of those bone bodies, rising from the ground, engulfing Feng Ju in all directions.

Feng Ju has been exiled here for more than two hundred years, and has never known the existence of the three sons of heaven and earth.

Today, I was horrified to see that a junior in the spirit-carrying realm practiced fire-type spiritual arts, not weaker than a monk in the tribulation realm.

Just as he was about to do his best to deal with the young woman in white, another monster with almost the same level of strength popped out.

When did geniuses spring up like mushrooms everywhere?

Feng Ju hastily mobilized the formation, stretched his arms wide, and the invisible energy pulses intertwined in his body, creating a mysterious yin formation for dissolving corpses.

The will-o'-the-wisps in the eye sockets of the frozen white bone skeletons ignited wildly, and the ground roared loudly, and the dark fire burned everywhere in the blink of an eye. The frozen thick frost and black ice disappeared for no reason in this strange green fire.

Yin Baishuang's killing intent in the aura was like a drop of water like a flame, which was swallowed up in an instant.

The soaring yin fire hit the water like a current, and the waves stopped the flying boat. They crossed the fire thousands of feet in an instant, and they were about to annihilate the red figure in the next moment.

Yin Baishuang's face was solemn, and murderous intent appeared in his eyes.

These bone-devil fires are all spirit-eating fires that emerge from the sacrifice of souls. Whether it is a living person or a spirited ghost, if it is half a strand, it is inevitable that it will end up in a tragic end.

When everyone exclaimed, they felt sad and angry for the sacrifice of the genius.

A white piece fell into the fingertips and disappeared in a wisp of green smoke.

The red clothes disappeared like smoke, and the next moment, Yin Baishuang landed on Bai Lian's side steadily and steadily, his face turned pale.

Seeing that she was safe, the monks couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

But after thinking about it, among their group, the strongest two couldn't break through the bone formation and hurt the devil at all. Could it be that they are really going to die here today?
"It's over... everything is over..." Everyone was disheartened, watching the army of bones engulfed by the swirling Yin fire towards them, as if they could only watch the dark scene of despair attacking on their backs, and the huge panic cage on everyone's mind.

The will-o'-the-wisp in Feng Ju's eye sockets disappeared a bit. Obviously, those two blows just now had consumed him enormously, and his voice became hoarse and unpleasant:
"After all, they are just a group of righteous children who sit on the well and look at the sky and pretend to be noble. They can only play swords and catch a few little devils to show off their prestige on weekdays.

I have studied this Bone Formation for 500 years, and it has not been born in 500 years. You little fellows alone cannot find a way to crack it. "

This demon is so rampant despite having all the advantages, the cultivators are desperate to bear this bad breath, and they can't help but feel pain in their pubic region.

Feng Ju was concerned about his nephew Ye Shu's matter of getting the Dragon Ball, and he didn't want to be restrained by this group of people for too long, so he waved his palm lightly and said calmly, "Give it to me."

woo~~~~~~
At this moment, the sound of a flute rises lightly, the sound of the tune is like a golden knife splitting the silk, clear and clear.

A weeping blood ghost bead cut through the gloomy green fire, like a song for the soul, calming the soul.

The roaring and burning bone corpses stopped as if they had been immobilized.

Feng Ju's body was stiff, and he looked at the blind boy among the crowd in disbelief.

The monks shouting in despair with tears in their eyes also quieted down along with the group of howling corpses, and stared at Bai Lian dumbfounded, really shocked.

It seemed that he didn't expect that the young man who was following Su Jing and shouting one after another would be so secretive, and had such ability to control this mountain of corpses and bones all at once.

Lin Zheng was dazed, staring at Bai Li'an steadfastly, and recognized that this was Zhongyou's deceitful technique, and couldn't help but be puzzled.

Didn't it mean that Taixuanzong had always had a deep and deep blood feud with the Zhongyou Dynasty?
Why can disciples of the sect learn the technique of Zhongyou secretly?
Yin Baishuang had a serious face, and his eyes became gloomy.

Among them, only Su Jing, who was calm and calm from the beginning to the end, without any change of expression on his jade face, quietly glanced at the jade flute in Bai Lian's hand, and quickly looked away again.

With the ups and downs of Bailian's fingers, the sound of the flute was raised sharply, and even a layman could hear the meaning of killing in the sound of the flute.

The clear instructions made the group of white bone corpses move stiffly, the sound of the flute was like spring wind, countless invisible silk threads lifted the group of bone corpses, and turned their directions.

A moment ago, the ghost that threatened everyone's life suddenly became a sharp weapon in his hands to counterattack. The battle turned around and everyone cheered.

The giant phoenix ghost's eyes were gloomy, and he slapped his shoulders twice with both palms, trying to remove the Yin fire from the skeleton body, but found that under the interference of the flute sound, the group of bones no longer listened to his orders.

He roared angrily, as if he had suffered a great humiliation, his eyes were determined, his five fingers were like hooks, and he ruthlessly dug towards his chest!

A scarlet breastbone was picked out and crushed suddenly.

He swung the red bone powder up, and made a seal with his hands, and the powdered ashes flew into the bone corpse's eyebrows like thin red midges.

The ashes he crushed were limited, and he could only recall half of the bone corpses. Under the confrontation, it was difficult for the crushed bone corpses to return to their original state.

All of a sudden, the bone-shocking and bursting sound resounded through the underground palace.

It is not easy for Feng Ju to raise these bone corpses, and his heart aches.

Watching that young man play a flute to protect thousands of corpses again, I knew that I had underestimated his ability to deceive, and knew that if it dragged on, all his bones and corpses would have to be confessed here.

He gritted his teeth, poked his finger between his brows, drew out a strand of his soul power, and swayed to cover the entire battlefield.

The bone corpses facing each other have undergone great changes again, they no longer continue to attack, but form an absolute defensive posture.

The arm bones are connected, the skull is connected, and under the rumbling loud sound, it turned into a huge wall of white bones, surrounding everyone to death in all directions.

"Break!" With Feng Ju's loud shout, the remnants of souls between the brows of the bones that had turned into city walls all burst into light, and suddenly exploded.

The explosive wind that set off lifted all the bones controlled by Bai Lian into the air, shaking them into a sprinkling of white ashes.

The fierce battle temporarily fell into an eerie calm.

Feng Ju seemed to have run out of means and stopped attacking.

But the people inside the Wall of Bones couldn't leave either.

Bai Lian put away the piccolo, swayed his body, and consumed too much spiritual power, which actually made the peacock feather poison in his body a little difficult to suppress.

For a moment, his heart and lungs were burning like a raging fire, his eyes were sore and sore, he almost couldn't stand upright, and fell backwards.

Yin Baishuang, who had been watching Bai Li'an's situation, changed his face slightly. He was about to make a move, but he didn't know what to think of.

Su Jing was the quickest to react, moving lightly with lotus steps, without support or support, just standing quietly behind Bai Lian, with his sword propped up on the ground, his back turned to him quietly.

The slender and soft shoulders firmly pressed against his cold and thin back, the movements were smooth and natural, and the picture was quiet and harmonious.

Xun Guan was taken aback by his appearance, fearing that he would die suddenly, he hurriedly said, "Mr. Sichen, are you alright?"

Bai Lian slowed down for a while, pinched the sore brows, waved his hands and said, "It's okay."

Xun Guan said: "The bone monster didn't attack us anymore, but we were also trapped here by the broken city wall. What should we do next? You can't let Ye Shu really get the Dragon Ball and come back consummately, right?"

Under the attack of poison, even the corpse orb in his body that did not belong to him began to wreak havoc on his meridians.

Bai Lian tasted the power of the peacock's feather poison again, and his limbs hurt as if they were about to be torn apart.

He bit the root, but did not show the pain between his brows, and said calmly and seriously: "It is not suitable to stay here for a long time, we must break through and leave as soon as possible."

The monk who had been fighting hard for many days without a break said: "My lord, your flute is so powerful, I don't think the monster outside will dare to attack for a while, why don't we rest here for a while and regain our strength before fighting again. It's just too tired."

"No." Bai Lian said categorically: "Feng Ju's original intention was to kill us, but he didn't trap us here to sit and watch us adjust our self-cultivation. We must leave immediately!"

Most of the monks couldn't listen to it. They had experienced all kinds of dangers from the outside world, and they were exhausted after several adventures, and they didn't want to continue fighting hard.

People are not like ghosts, they are not made of iron, they are very tired, their bodies need to rest, and their tense emotions also need to be mediated and relaxed.

Even in the slave camp, there was no reason for them to fight continuously all night long.

"Young Master Sichen, you see that you can't even stand firmly, why don't you listen to my advice and take a break and fight again?"

This group of people cherished their lives very much, and they refused to continue fighting desperately no matter what they said.

What's more, they clearly saw that those bone corpses built a wall, which was a defensive bone formation formed by sacrificing the last remnant soul between the brow bones.

Since it is a defensive formation, it naturally has no killing power.

Although they can't get out, and the evils from outside can't get in, in this dangerous underground palace, what place is safer than here.

What's more, they have a lot of people and there is only one monster outside, so why not adjust the state to the peak and perfect period, and charge up for a battle, so why worry about not being able to kill this monster?

Everyone sat down cross-legged to meditate and adjust their breathing. What's more, they actually took out food and grilled it to fill their stomachs.

Lin Zheng felt extremely helpless. If he hadn't had no choice, he would definitely not choose to cooperate with these monks who can live without any bottom line ambition.

He looked at Bai Lian helplessly, and unknowingly, he, who has always been good at intelligence, actually handed over all his ideas to Bai Lian for judgment: "Mr. Sichen, they can't be ordered around, how about the four of us?" Would you like to break through with one heart and try?"

Leaning on the soft shoulders behind him, Bai Lian slowly slid down and sat in the weed pile. He slid down weakly, and the body of the person behind him also squatted down slowly to be shoulder-level with him.

"You don't need to consume your spiritual power too much." Bai Lian shook his head and refused, thinking that this proposal was stupid.

The monks sitting here together seem harmless, but in fact they have their own thoughts.

It seems that he is extremely tired and wants to adjust and rest, but in fact he is eager for others to help break the siege so that he can preserve his strength.

In this way, if the siege of the city is broken, if Bai Lian still has strength, they will work together to fight.

But if Bai Li'an and the others were exhausted and they had been resting without fighting, they would have retained their strength and still had the strength to escape in time when the situation was unfavorable.

Although Bai Lian was pure and kind by nature, he didn't want to be used as a gunman.

Although he was sure that Feng Ju trapped them here to deal with them later, but Bai Lian felt that it would be difficult to kill him and Su Jingyin Baishuang even in this way.

The real danger is this group of resting monks.

He kindly reminded them to fight together to solve the deadlock.

But they didn't listen, and they were still playing tricks with him, so there was no need for Bai Lian to waste his energy talking to them.

(End of this chapter)