long night walk

Chapter 650
Although these two women care about everything on weekdays.

But today Yin Baishuang suffered such a big loss in Su Jing's hands, yet he didn't act aggressively.

In the battle by the lake, although she and Su Jing broke through the tribulation at the same time, it was undoubtedly a great joyous event for Taixuanzong and Cangwu Palace.

However, Yin Baishuang didn't seem to be very interested.

At this time, the sword wound on her abdomen had stopped bleeding, and Bai Lian's Suzaku Qin was placed between her legs, and her thin white fingertips randomly plucked between the strings twice, provoking bursts of clear and clear sounds.

There was a hint of ridicule in her eyes, and she said: "Looking at the material, it should be taken from the paulownia wood of Zhonghua Mountain, and the strings are made of Tongque Mountain and the hair of the upper banshee Xueji. The piano has the rhyme of gold and stone, and the sound Clear and smooth, the sound of the four strings is like cracking silk, but the qin is a very good qin..."

Yin Baishuang gently caressed the Suzaku dark fire pattern on the surface of the piano, and the sneer on his lips became a little colder.

She casually pushed the Suzaku that was resting between her legs, threw it on the ground, and said with a sneer, "There is also a guardian spirit sealed in this zither, but this spirit is not the Suzaku spirit. It's going to fail."

Isn't it Suzaku?

Bai Lian was surprised and puzzled, but he saw that the painting on the surface of the piano was indeed the divine bird Suzaku.

He pondered and said: "That day when I was in the ghost house in Xianling City, the prince Yingxiu once said that this Qin is a sacred object of the Zhongyou Dynasty. If the one sealed in it is not Suzaku, then what is it?"

Yin Baishuang sneered again and again: "Yingxiu? An eye is a waste decorated with pen and ink, so what can you recognize?"

Ye Shu had heard about various deeds of the Zhongyou Dynasty in his early years.

In the past 200 years, Prince Yingxiu of Zhongyou has traveled all over the world, eliminating demons and helping the way, so he has become famous.

Although he comes from Zhongyou, he is very good at making friends, and he has a good reputation as Zhou Zhengjia.

Although he has never met this highness of the Zhongyou Crown Prince, but seeing Su Jing, Yin Baishuang, who are both sons of heaven, in the veins of the earth tonight, he thought that the highness of the Crown Prince with the same name should not be far behind. go.

Why is it so disdainful from Miss Yin's mouth now?

Ye Shu was puzzled and said, "Eyes embellished with brush and ink? What does Palace Master Yin mean by this? Could it be that Prince Yingxiu was born with eye disease?"

After asking this question, Yin Baishuang couldn't help but look down, knowing that he spoke quickly and said something that shouldn't be said.

She looked gloomy, and changed the subject: "Although Suzaku was born in Jiuyou, it was raised by the Taiyin Emperor, and it was passed on to Zhongyou and passed on from generation to generation.

The significance of its protection is extremely important to every citizen of the Zhongyou Dynasty.

Suzaku's heirs are difficult, and there have been only two of them handed down for thousands of years, and Empress Ji cherishes them very much.

That being the case, how could she deprive Suzaku of her soul, sacrifice it to the zither, and refine it into a tool spirit? "

"The sacred object of Zhongyou? It's extremely ridiculous! Not to mention that Empress Ying Ji would not do such a cruel act, but anyone in the world who dares to use the spirit of the Vermilion Bird to enter a weapon will become the biggest enemy of the Zhongyou Imperial City."

Although what Yin Baishuang said was reasonable, Bai Lian always felt that she seemed to have missed something, and he couldn't help frowning deeply: "If the spirit in the zither is not Suzaku, then what is it?"

"I'm not the owner of this piano, how would I know what the hell it is?"

Yin Baishuang rolled his eyes without a good temper.

"Although the art of cunning ways in the middle world is disliked by all countries in the world, and they are regarded as sinister and evil techniques, the number of ways to practice the art of cunning ways is not suitable for human beings with low spiritual roots or no spiritual roots at all. The language is very friendly, so some monks in the world who have no background and qualifications are especially fond of deception.

In the early years, although the monks of the human race rejected the Zhongyou Imperial City, the Zhongyou Imperial City was based at the junction with the Nether world of the human world, and it taught all human nations without distinction.

Therefore, a temple was set up in the city to teach Taoism to the world, so some people worshiped the Suzaku and used the winged bird to imitate the spirit into the device, which is understandable. "

According to Yin Baishuang, the instrument spirit in the piano is probably just a copy similar to the Vermillion Bird Spirit.

In this way, the wish to use Zhongyou thaumaturgy to awaken the Suzaku in the Qin to deal with the underworld dragon is likely to come to nothing.

Yin Baishuang glanced at Bai Lian, seemingly puzzled.

"I'm afraid the person who made this qin has some skills. The breath of the Suzaku in this qin is extremely real. If it wasn't for the fact that the Suzaku is the holy spirit protected by the Zhongyou Dynasty, I would doubt whether this qin is real. I am very Curious, where did you get this thing not long after you entered the world?"

Bai Lian didn't want to deceive Yin Baishuang, but now in front of Ye Shu, he couldn't say that this piano was a coffin board buried with him after his death, right?
Xu Shi saw his embarrassment, Yin Baishuang waved his hand again, and said: "Forget it, I'm not very interested in this matter, but if you still don't give up, I can teach you the secret method of summoning the spirit. Here it is, but you want to use this piano to subdue the underworld dragon, I am afraid it is a fantasy."

Bai Lian murmured: "Then according to Miss Yin, if the real Suzaku spirit can be summoned, can it bring down the underworld dragon?"

Yin Baishuang answered very safely: "Maybe I don't have the power to fight, but..." She raised her hand and glanced at Bai Lian lightly, and said: "Take a step back, you really summoned the Suzaku Spirit, but you didn't With the blood of the Zhongyou royal family, and without learning the tricks of controlling spirits, it is impossible to display the true spiritual power of Suzaku, and it is also at a loss."

She didn't hide the contempt in her words, but when Bai Lian heard it, she felt that the overly obvious contempt in her words seemed to be hiding another layer of subtle subtlety hope.

There is not much time left for Bai Lian.

Even with the dragon-slaying sword to restrain the dragon's tail, Afutu can't restrain Minglong for long. After learning Zhongyou's spirit-control formula from Yin Baishuang, Bai Lian found a high place with his zither on his back, overlooking the huge mountainous dragon body.

The billowing magma had already begun to burn out black and purple flames, and the ominous spirit pressing down in the veins became restless again.

The wildfires converge, the giant dragon walks in the abyss, and the ghosts follow like a shadow, and the surrounding scenes are like the doomsday that will swallow the world.

Ten miles away from the belly of the dragon, there is a natural mine that is impenetrable by water and fire.

On the cave, there are eight round white pieces hidden in the four corners. Bai Lian sat on the rock, stroking the red and colorful Suzaku painting on the surface of the piano with his fingers.

The pitch-black ground stones and flowing fire merge together, and the dark underground world is dotted with dots of light, illuminating the lines of the divine bird on the surface of the piano.

The bright red flow is like mottled blood, forming a series of beautiful and mysterious patterns.

The fingers were gently hooked on the sharp strings, and Xue Ji's flexible hair instantly cut through the fingertips, and blood spilled out, falling between the pupils of the bird.

As if given life, the whole pattern instantly became alive.

Between heaven and earth, there is the sound of Fengming.

At the same time, a flaming phantom of a Suzaku spread its wings behind Bai Lian, and the sound of Qingyue's hooves rang past his ears, Bai Lian was in a trance for a moment, seemingly slightly lost.

He raised and lowered his fingers, and the sound of the piano resounded faintly. The dark lines of flowing fire on the surface of the piano were lit up with light, and the light penetrated the strings, lingering softly around Bai Li'an's fingertips.

The guqin is speechless, and the spirit of the instrument is silent.

But at this moment, the warm touch of the fingertips was inexplicably superimposed with the intimacy of the years and the grief that spread silently.

The familiar breath permeated through the fingertips and flowed deeply into the lungs.

He stopped pulling the strings, but the sound was still unfinished.

The silver strings are buzzing and trembling, as if weeping, and as if they have been lonely for thousands of years, and suddenly they meet each other.

The red-gold phantom of flowing fire fluttered from behind Bai Li'an.

The people in the lake ten miles away seem to be watching.

But in the magma fire, that huge dragon body seemed to have awakened some kind of talent, and the dragon scales all over it stood up strangely, as if it smelled some extremely dangerous breath.

The strings that no one is playing sing by themselves, and the sad meaning seems to carry thousands of miles of mountains and rivers alone for years. On the day when the strings are played, they are only singing for one person.

Bai Lian didn't know why, but because of the sound of the strings and the sound of the strings, he felt hot. He turned around and turned his head excitedly, ready to touch the flying fire shadow wings behind him.

In the illusory and blurred streamer, it fluttered its wings and swooped towards him happily.

"cracking!!!!!"

At this moment, the wind blows over the rocks, kicking up fine dust.

The wind was not strong, but it contained an extremely terrifying force, which wiped away all traces of living beings.

The Wing Shadow in the Flowing Fire Phantom let out a mournful and unwilling cry, and its wings instantly exploded into countless light dust, which dissipated like light snow.

There was a cracking sound, and a main string between the piano faces broke, and the divinity in the piano was unable to support it, and gradually disappeared.

The outstretched hand of Bailian froze for a moment in the empty midair.

He didn't know what happened, his eyes were astringent, and his heart was empty, as if an important place in his body was suddenly ripped open.

A middle-aged man in a light robe appeared out of nowhere in the place where darkness and fire intersect.

Although his appearance was ordinary, he had a calm demeanor and a calm expression. A pair of extremely mysterious and deep eyes stared at Bai Lian with an unpredictable expression.

Bai Lian heard footsteps that he didn't try to hide.

But before that, he didn't sense the existence of half breath at all.

Even the eight chess pieces given to him by Miss Yin are now lying in their own place without any change.

This person can actually see nothing in the space, and go straight without hindrance, without causing people to notice anything strange.

The hand that was frozen in mid-air was slowly retracted by Bai Lian.

He was facing the direction of his footsteps, and his chest undulated very faintly, but the Corpse Demon didn't need to breathe, and this slightly undulating arc expressed Bailian's anger wordlessly.

The middle-aged man said lightly: "This makes me angry."

"why……"

"Perhaps I shouldn't have kept this weapon spirit from the beginning."

Bai Lian paused for a moment, then said, "You know me."

The man pondered for a while and said, "Perhaps you should call me 'You' better."

"I don't deny that you are powerful." Bai Lian didn't change his title.

"Are you angry?" The man asked a similar question again.

Bai Lian thought for a while and replied seriously: "Yes, I am very angry."

The middle-aged man's originally emotionless and flat tone suddenly became a little cold: "Do you think, what right do you have to be angry in front of me now?"

Bai Lian said nothing.

The middle-aged man continued to speak: "Do you think you can use the power of Suzaku Spirit today to turn the tide and get rid of the predicament?"

The fist in Bailian's sleeve clenched slightly, and he could hear the extreme contempt in his words, but he still didn't speak.

The middle-aged man approached him step by step, looking at him with a look of extreme disappointment: "Do you know what kind of person is qualified to be angry?"

Without giving Bai Lian a chance to speak, the middle-aged man raised a finger and seemed to move a little away in the direction of Ming Long at random.

There were no bells and whistles, no spiritual power attached, and Bai Lian didn't even feel any energy fluctuations.

This finger seemed to open up a small world. Bai Lian's eyes were poisoned, and the whole world was black.

But this finger entered into his dark world very clearly.

Let him clearly see how he pointed out this casual and domineering finger, and the space of his breath changed greatly for the place where his finger was pointing.

On the body of Hell Dragon that he hit, the scales of the dragon danced like tiles lifted by a hurricane, mottled and broken.

The man crossed over to Bai Lian, and his flat voice had the power to strike the soul: "I will let you know that a real overlord will not be swayed by such feelings of incompetence, powerlessness, and uselessness."

As his words fell, Bai Lian seemed to be pulled into a strange world for a moment.

He clearly 'saw' that man stretched out his right hand towards the underworld dragon, and then grasped one of its horns very naturally and calmly, and with a gentle tug as if searching for something, he dragged the underworld dragon out of this world. come out.

Amidst the terrifying roar of the dragon's roar, the flowing magma turned into fragments of light between the dark and cold body of the dragon.

In the next moment, the stream of scattered light turned into bright sparks.

The sky is surrounded by stars, and the sky and the earth are vast when you look down. The vast sea and the wilderness are faintly emerging between the sea and the sky, and the distance is like a lost dream.

Baili placed herself in a distant sea of ​​stars. This place is not a world of earth veins, nor is it a world of demons.

The environment is like a cloud, and it seems to have surpassed the ninth heaven.

Because the sun, moon and stars are all under your feet.

At this moment, he stands above all living beings, above the six realms, which is an unimaginable height.

Bai Lian's vision changed, and he dreamed and woke up alternately, but he knew clearly that this was not a dream, nor was it an illusion.

But in just a moment, that man took away the dragon from that world, and also took him away.

This is the real world, but also an unimaginable world.

Bai Lian's whole body was frozen, and his soul trembled. In this icy body, there was a wild fire burning wildly.

The man stood not far in front of him, facing the huge dragon head far away.

The underworld dragon roared at him endlessly. Its huge body was a terrifying existence that would destroy mountains and crack the earth, but in this sea of ​​stars, it was as small and weak as a drop in the sky, so insignificant.

But that man, whose stature was not as big as one of its dragon pupils, seemed to be a real universe, full of power and vastness.

　Has anyone guessed who this man is?smirk
　　
　
(End of this chapter)