long night walk

Chapter 663
Ning Feiyan raised the teacup in her hand to clink a cup with him, and her hand touched his waist with ease.

"There is nothing to worry about. Didn't I make it through all these years of ups and downs alone? What's more, there is no need to spend my mind and mind to suppress the turmoil during this month.

It is a rare time in thousands of years that you have survived the robbery in a smooth manner, and you have worked hard to mend the wounds on your body. You have never been more relaxed and happy, so it doesn't matter, but you..."

She put down the teacup in her hand, and pretended to straighten the collar of Baili's shirt: .

"I've tired you all these days, and I have to make up for the losses I suffered. If I need it next year, I will come to you and ask you for comfort."

Well-behaved the topic again, Bai Lian shook his head and smiled, and said: "The next year is too far away, after this snowstorm passes, I will go to find you."

There are countless succubus who play tricks on people's hearts, but there is never a shortage of men who are fascinated by her and want to find her.

It's just that for Ning Feiyan, she is used to being very tired of stalkers.

For her, the sincerity that can be deceived by hypocrisy is worthless, and it can be thrown away, let alone give someone a chance to find her.

Ning Feiyan hadn't seen that Bai Lian was like those men in the past, brazenly showing her his sincerity.

Looking at his smile, but for some reason, the word of refusal came to his lips but he swallowed it wordlessly.

Instead, he just laughed it off, and said vaguely: "After the snowstorm, I'm afraid my stomach will get bigger too. I'm so ugly, I don't want to see you."

Bai Lian chuckled softly, his eyes filled with joy.

In the end, at the time of parting, Ning Feiyan soft-heartedly coaxed him to be happy.

After tidying up Bai Lian's skirt and neckline, Ning Feiyan suddenly sighed and said, "The female devil is obsessed with obsessions, and since you want to refute her wishes, you may really drive her crazy one day. Come up with some crazy things.

If the situation is really going to be irretrievable, listen to me and read her nickname, thinking it can bring back some of her humanity. "

"Nickname?" Bai Lian looked at Ning Feiyan unexpectedly: "Do you know the devil's nickname?"

Ning Feiyan smiled and said: "Back then, she was an abandoned demon in the wasteland capital, and I was a lowly succubus. Since the two work together to seize power, they can always know things that others don't."

As she spoke, she stood on tiptoe and whispered in her ear: "A Rao, her nickname is A Rao, if you are in a dead end, just call her, she will be in a turmoil."

"Of course." Ning Fei raised the corner of his mouth slightly, with a faintly cold and ruthless smile: "If your timing is more clever, when she is so distracted that people can take advantage of her, you can kill her with a single blow. After losing her, other than this scourge, it’s okay.”

Bai Lian's heart shuddered, and he stared blankly at her without speaking.

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Ning Feiyan left the city early, and did not deliberately hide the dark eyes in the city.

After she came to the top of the city and summoned a monster white eagle to go far north, the Demon King in Hades Hall and Milu in Zhaoyu Hall secretly dispatched a group of silent black tails to follow.

The demon world is vast, but it is all king's land.

Even though Ning Feiyan knew that she was about to die, where could she escape on this continent?

Many people in the city guessed that the demon lord's abnormal murderous aura in the past four days may have an inseparable relationship with Ning Feiyan.

She walked in such a hurry, obviously deliberately avoiding disaster.

It's just that in the hearts of these people, such a hasty and unprepared behavior of avoiding disaster is really stupid.

The devil king wants a devil minister to die, all he needs is an order.

Under the vast demonic sky, which force would dare to take her in.

But a few days passed, and everything in the palace was calm, except for the shadow sent by the Demon King Churi to track him down, there was no order to kill him, and Ning Feiyan was still leaving.

There are even those who secretly try to figure out the king's heart, and even faintly feel that the Lord of Four Rivers has left the city without following the rules. His majesty the devil is not as angry as everyone imagined, but he has been in a very good mood these days.

During the court meeting, several demon officials made mistakes, and His Majesty's punishment method was less thunderous and more gentle than before.

A sealed letter was sent to the Underworld, and the shadow reported that Ning Feiyan's whereabouts were getting farther and farther away from the Demon State, and His Majesty's mood was obviously getting better and better.

It seems that as long as the Lord of the Four Rivers does not return, His Majesty's mood will always be so good.

The snow is deep and cold, and when the moon is overcast, Chaling is very quiet at night.

The surrounding fields are quiet, the chirping of cicadas near the mountains has stopped, only the rustling sound of midges and moths hitting the leaf fans, and the fireflies in the tea garden flicker and flicker among the wild flowers in the evening wind.

The fragrance of tea is blowing on the face, Bai Lian is sitting in the mausoleum, the wind is blowing over the mountains, the wild grass is blowing sleeves, the green lantern is quiet under the feet, emitting a bright and clear light, halo illuminating the hem of the clothes.

The ancient sword Tian Ce Junshan is inserted obliquely into the bluestone of the ancient road. The thicker sword body lingers with a faint black and golden sword energy, which reflects a somewhat mysterious color under the clear light.

Bai Lian rested his left palm on his knee, and lay a small three-headed demon bird in his right hand.

The monster bird was in the ghost mountain, and it was attracted by the Picantiao that was thrust into Si Li's chest.

Pimorantiao died once in the ghost mountain, and the mortal body was reunited only through the Xu seal left by Hongying, the ghostly heroine.

It has been hidden in India for more than a few months, and now its breath is extremely abundant, and it can freely change the size of its body shape, quietly curled up in Bailian's palm.

Three little furry heads were constantly pecking at the palm of his hand.

In the empty palm, there seemed to be some delicious food hidden, the three heads were scrambling to peck at it, and they kept emitting joyful cries.

Pimorantiao feeds on sword energy and once haunted the Eastern Heaven Temple.

Now it is raised in Bai Lian's body and has not eaten the sword energy. According to common sense, after being released by Bai Lian, he should go to find the sword and eat it.

However, the Tiance Junshan Sword from Kunlun was nearby, exuding a sword aura like bait.

Pimorantiao turned a blind eye to it, and concentrated on pecking at the palm of his hand, as if he could peck out a flower.

With a slight movement of Bailian's index finger, the bird stopped immediately.

The little paws, which looked thin but actually contained terrifying strength, landed obediently and gently between his knuckles, tilting their heads and making constant gurgles.

Bai Lian raised his finger, put the Pimorant Bird on his shoulder, and looked up at the sky.

It has been more than half a month since he stepped into the realm of crossing the catastrophe.

Mortals cross the catastrophe and escape from the mortal womb.

The corpse demon crosses the calamity, crosses the yin and yang of life and death, and gathers yin to form pearls.

But until now, apart from the purple corpse pearl in the dantian under his abdomen becoming more solid and powerful, Bai Lian has never been able to perceive his own corpse pearl in his body.

On the contrary, the cyan thin python sword energy hidden in the corpse bead in the abdomen has the potential to grow vigorously, lying quietly in the depths of the corpse bead, but there is no collision with the devil energy in the bead, on the contrary, it lives in peace Float safely in it.

Light blue and deep purple, one positive and one evil, the two colors seem to be distinct and complement each other.

Bai Lian tried to feed the sword energy with the devil energy in the corpse bead.

But he found that sword energy avoided eating.

Bai Lian was very patient, pulling the sword energy with his spiritual sense, slowly pulling away the corpse bead, following the nodes of the meridian, like a snake crossing the water, to the fingertips.

The bird that sat quietly on his shoulder cooed, and seemed to be a little interested.

Bai Lian opened his mouth and exhaled lightly, and the pale white breath of spiritual power fell into the blue sword energy.

In an instant, like rain pouring down, the sword energy grows at a speed visible to the naked eye, condensing and solid.

After several changes, the sword energy in the form of a small cyan python suddenly differentiated into a pair of pythons, the tails were connected, and the two pythons raised their heads.

Just as Bai Lian was surprised by this strange change, Tiance Junshan, which was obliquely inserted into the crevice of the stone, trembled, as if in a thought, there was a slight echo.

Bai Li'an's eyes moved, and he looked at Tiance Junshan Sword with some surprise.

Tiance Junshan Sword came from Kunlun Mountain. Although it is unknown which master craftsman made it, this ancient sword is an unfinished product.

This sword cannot possess spirits, let alone engrave inscriptions.

The spiritual sword in the world should be controlled with the heart, not unilaterally driving the sword with spiritual energy.

Instead, it is necessary to cultivate the heart of the sword first, use the inscriptions as a bridge of communication, and share the same heart with the sword, only then is the truly meaningful Yujian.

This is where the power of the spirit sword lies.

Communicate with the sword, move your mind, and the sword will howl!

A sword with engraved inscriptions can be called a spirit sword.

Otherwise, a sword with inscriptions hard to engrave is like a stubborn stone that cannot be enlightened, unable to communicate.

Every day a sword is born, a sword heart is born.

If the mind of the sword holder cannot be communicated through the inscription on the sword.

Over time, Jian Xin, who can't hear the language of this world, will slowly die away with the passage of time.

But tonight, this Tiance Junshan sword actually touched instantly.

At that moment, Bai Lian seemed to have caught a very faint heartbeat.

His eyes were bright, he pointed out with his fingers, and the cyan double python sword flew out of his fingertips in a hurry, like a clear light like the sea, submerged in the heavy sword body.

a long time.

There was no movement from the Tiance Junshan sword surrounded by faint sword energy.

Like a deaf and blind old man on the verge of decay, breathing out the sword aura of death on his deathbed.

Baili looked at it quietly for a long time, seeing that Tiance Junshan Sword really didn't touch it again, and thought to himself, could his idea be wrong?
Inevitably a little disappointed in my heart.

He raised his hand to call back the sword energy, but when he flicked his fingers lightly, he caught the fleeting heartbeat again.

Not an illusion!

Bai Lian closed his eyes and focused carefully.

When he opened his eyes again, his dark eyes clearly reflected the outline of the ancient sword under the night.

He spread his palms, as if summoning another self.

"Buzz!"

In the cracks in the bluestone, the heavy sound of the sword's cry echoed. The sound of the sword was not clear, just like the calmness and calmness of the heart.

Bai Li'an's naturally clear and gentle eyes suddenly became severe, and he said in a deep voice, "If you haven't broken your sword, how can your heart die!"

The cracks in the bluestone are very wide, and the voiceless sound suddenly appears, and the ancient sword suddenly rises.

Drawing without thought, driving things away unintentionally, like waking up from a dream, he drew several sword lights that cut through the wind and snow, and finally landed firmly in Bai Li'an's palm.

The icy long sword was slightly less heavy in the hand, and Bai Lian lightly held the sword flower, crossed the sword and sleeve, and looked at the ancient sword carefully.

The black and gold intertwined sword body has never shown its sharpness, and the self-contained long sword is quite restrained.

He suddenly let out a light gasp, and saw a thin layer of dark blood rust attached to the hidden front under the sword grid.

The color is dull, if you don't take a closer look, it almost blends with the gilt black sword body.

At that time, the thick blood rust peeled off into ashes, rustling down, revealing a hidden inscription between the original sword edge.

The sword energy of the cyan double pythons flowed into this inscription, shining brightly.

Bailian was right.

That is indeed an inscription pattern, but this inscription is superficial, and it only outlines a shallow initial stroke. It is difficult to form, but it can only be regarded as a residual pattern.

But it was this remnant pattern, like a small crack broken on the thick cocoon fossil, which shone into the world in the sword through the blue sword glow.

At this moment, this Tiance Junshan Sword was truly awakened for the first time.

Bai Lian watched the sword seriously, with a smile on his face.

That faint ancient trace, like a sword mark, guided the sword that had been abandoned by its owner, clearly giving the direction.

The Tiance Junshan sword was trembling in his hands, and there was a kind of excitement and joy of being picked up again.

Bai Lian flicked the sword and smiled, his mood quietly changed with the sword.

After more than half a month of crossing the catastrophe, the difficult problem that has been difficult to grasp all the time seems to be understood at this moment, and one enlightenment is realized.

He raised his sword and tapped lightly three times towards the void, like a salute before knocking on a door.

In the realm of crossing the catastrophe, what is easy to change is not only the spiritual power of the sun and the moon, the refined and extraordinary body, but also the state of mind that enters the world to see the world.

Qiyun City above the sky.

Yuncheng is like a long way, and you can see the wonderful scene of two doors opening in the distance.

A vague connection, like a red thread between the heart and mouth, connects from the world at the other end to this end.

The shadow under him surged, and the shadow of a wolf stung.

The sky is full of clouds and dawn, and there are miracles hidden.

Bai Lian didn't expect it to be possible.

Since the ancient city of Lixianling, the ghost mountain was closed again, and the bronze gate was closed, Bai Lian seemed to be cut off from that mysterious and terrifying world.

But Mochizuki does not belong to the Six Realms, if he really breaks open with the Bronze Gate, then how can Mochizuki survive?
Therefore, Bai Li'an had a bold idea, to use the power of the dragon soul to survive the calamity of nine deaths, to open the soul and call the ancient gate.

And the fact is just as Bai Li'an expected, that the Bronze Gate chooses the master and dies, not really claiming to be under the three realms of Ghost Mountain, but was taken away from Xianling City by Bai Li'an, and hid in the Boundless Realm .

Now, he really summoned the Bronze Gate in this demon world, but it is also a way to counter the demon lord.

Above the sky, the silhouettes of the two doors disappeared, and the Moon-Watching Wolf let out a long howl, and jumped into Bai Lian's shadow to hide.

The wind blows the weeds, and the fireflies disperse.

Under the shadow of the blue light, at some time, a boy playing the flute appeared, kneeling at his feet in a gesture of submission.

At this time, the sound of evening wind blowing clothes gradually approached, Bai Li'an raised his eyes to look for the reputation, and saw Yin Baishuang walking along the mountain path into the night mist.

(End of this chapter)