long night walk

Chapter 690

It's not that the delicious little corpse was taken advantage of by others.

It's just that in the midst of the day, under the eyes of everyone, the woman was wearing the clothes of their Tianxi Sword Sect, and she was wearing the identity of Master Yunrong, the fourth sword of Tianxi.

She just robbed their Fengjun in this doomsday wedding banquet in such a grandiose manner...

conspiracy!

Naked conspiracy!

If this matter is passed back to the various sects in the human world...

Yun Rong couldn't imagine what kind of public opinion and pressure Tianxi Sword Sect would face.

The sky is like a sea of ​​fire, and ink invades the world.

The hair of Yun Rong, the 'heart demon' rising from the sword, was blown up by the strong wind, different from the deity's indifferent temperament, looking down, her brows and eyes seemed to have a cold and murderous color.

"It's a member of the Tianxi Sword Sect! Hateful! Did you deceive me that there is no king in the demon world? Just as the banquet was messed up, he came here to rob marriages and rob relatives! Stop her!"

"Xuexue Sword! It's actually Xixuejian Yunrong! It's hateful! How can I allow you to think about it so presumptuously!"

Since ancient times, good and evil have been incompatible. In the hearts of the demons, demons can still be a family, and those human monks who claim to slay demons and demons are especially hateful.

The palace of the Demon Realm is a place of reverence, yet the orthodox monks in the world took advantage of it to come and go as if nothing had happened, with their river master lord in their arms.

This is simply more hateful and uncomfortable than letting people throw their face on the ground and trample on it.

All of a sudden, the voices of yelling and killing roared endlessly, and all the red-eyed demon ministers wished to strip off Yunrong's flesh and eat it raw!

Immediately, dozens of demon generals swung their guns, their murderous aura burst out in the flames, and their aura was on the verge of breaking out.

Yun Rong was wearing the Imperial Xixue Sword, facing the angry and besieging demon generals, they didn't hold the swords in their hands. His slender and long hands were clasped together to form swords, with the momentum to walk the dragon in the air, as if there were ghosts and gods at the fingertips.

Tens of meters away, only a little bit of emptiness, the energy is like a river washing, and the sword is like a python destroying a mountain.

Dozens of demon generals who rose from the ground opened their eyes wide in horror, their trembling pupils were brightened by the boundless and unforgiving eyes, and before they could even scream and howl, their figures were swept away by the sword light.

Immediately afterwards, the demon generals who were trying to surround and kill them all saw this thrilling scene, and couldn't help but feel their teeth and lips were cold, and they dared not go forward in a daze.

Not to mention the Tianxi Sword Sect, even if you look at the world, it is difficult to be able to slash this sword.

When did such a weak and ant-like race produce such a strong man?

His sword demeanor is probably far superior to the sword fairy, right? !

Bun Xin stared at Yun Rong firmly, his pupils were also trembling.

Yun Rong held Bai Li'an's hand without letting go, and for a moment, tens of thousands of hectares of fire rolled past her.

The black and red sword suit is hunting in the wind, and the jade tassels around the waist draw a graceful and ostentatious arc. Her eyes are faint: "I took this person away."

The half-sheet and half-repressed elegance made this extremely noisy battlefield seem clear and quiet.

Her voice was clear and shallow, like the autumn wind blowing frosty leaves, and there was a trace of unrecognizable desolation in her elegance.

Bai Lian felt the hand around his waist wrapping him extremely tightly, even through his clothes, he could feel the scorching heat of the other's palm.

Funeral's expression turned extremely ugly.

Whether Bai Lian died or lived, whether he went or stayed should have nothing to do with him, but why is he a member of Tianxi Sword Sect!
Even if he married the Demon Lord on the spot, it would be far better to become a real Phoenix Lord than to be taken away by the people of Tianxi Sword Sect!
But in the face of Yun Rong who can cut such a sword, he can only do nothing.

Boom! ! !

At this time, a black-purple thunderbolt as rough as a dragon thundered down from the crack in the sky, and its target was Bai Li'an and Yun Rong on the Xuexue Sword.

The sudden thunder and lightning rushed like crazy, without giving anyone time to react.

The thunder was faster than the sound, but Yunrong's reaction speed was even faster than the thunder. When he raised his arms and waved his sleeves, unexpectedly only half of the thunder's force was dissipated.

The barrier of Xixue Sword was suddenly blown away, and large pieces of his sleeves were scorched, billowing black flames.

Yun Rong's breath was unstable for a while, and the spirit sword under his feet trembled violently, and the lightning inevitably fell on Bai Li'an's body, so he had no choice but to let go of the arms around his waist, and put his palms on his shoulders and gently pushed.

The two people in the air hurriedly separated, the black and purple thunder clattered on the Xixue Sword, the sword energy and spiritual power suddenly dissipated, like the end of a crossbow, the sword groaned and fell from the sky, obliquely inserted into the Shendao palace elephant.

Baili Anguang was swept away by the remaining power of the thunder and lightning, and his whole body was in a numb pain. Even the corpse demon's body could hardly resist the thunder.

The Qiushui sword came out with a sacrificial move, Bai Li'an pointed at Yujian in the air, the Qiushui sword broke through a burst of flames, and caught Yunrong.

Human monks fly with their swords, and if they lose their swords, it will be difficult to stabilize their bodies in the air.

Bai Lian summoned the Qiushui sword, but it was a subconscious behavior.

However, he didn't know that with Yun Rong's current cultivation level, even without a sword in his hand and no clouds under his feet, he could fly freely and even cross the void world.

He had just entered the realm of crossing the catastrophe, and he was struck by the residual power of thunder and lightning, and his whole body was paralyzed, so it was difficult to control the spiritual power in his body to fly.

Coincidentally, the direction in which he fell was actually falling straight towards the mouth of the Qianyuan cauldron.

The very targeted lightning strike just now came suddenly and strangely.

In an instant, Bai Lian seemed to understand what was going on, he turned around and slapped his palms.

The flames of the oven are rolling, and in the burning flames that can burn the spirits of all things, there is nothing but thunder in addition to the rolling flames.

Bai Li'an's palm fell as if he was facing a formidable enemy, and it seemed a little inexplicable in the eyes of others.

But at the next moment, the heart and liver of all the demons jumped wildly, and the scene of their souls flying together happened, which made people unbelievable.

A slender and beautiful hand, like a monster like a demon, stretched out and swayed like a fire and flowers picked from hell.

With that hand, elegant golden patterns were embroidered on the edge of the black sleeve that was dragging, and the thunder and thunderbolts reflected the dark lines, shining gorgeously.

The two palms clashed, and the furnace erupted with a thunderous sound of fire. In a burst of deafening bangs, the flowing magma in the furnace gushed out like a volcanic eruption.

The wound on Bai Li'an's arm has not healed. Under the butt joint of his palms, his sleeves danced wildly, and the wound on his arm was suddenly torn, and the burst of blood scattered in all directions.

The bones cracked inch by inch from the palm of the hand along the arm, Bai Lian's face turned pale, and a huge force hit him head-on, and the whole person was thrown high again.

Immediately afterwards, the flames spread from both sides, and a pale, devil-like face, like freshly fired jade porcelain, was bathed in the radiant flames, swaying into the world.

In the raging fire, drops of blood sprinkled, just in time to sprinkle on her cheeks, the pale skin was dotted with scarlet blood, and the extreme color difference made that face even more coquettish and sinister.

"Your Majesty...Your Majesty!!!" The demon general suddenly lost his voice.

Buried Heart's pupils vibrated violently. For a moment, he was so shocked by the scene in front of him that he lost his sense of proportion. He forgot to cover up and glared at King Daoman angrily: "She's not dead! Even the Qianyuan Cauldron couldn't kill her! She ate Fen Xin How could the young seed of the fruit not die!"

Reminiscent of the strange behaviors of King Daoman just now, Buxin inevitably doubts whether he has betrayed.

Si Kong ignored Bu Xin's clamor, he stared at the golden cauldron with piercing eyes, his eyes were miraculous.

From the moment the Demon Lord came out of the fire, he actually lost contact with the Qianyuan Ding.

This Qianyuan Ding is based on Gengjin's knot of evil, and it is forged. It has the power to dominate the world and kill it.

The only way to conquer it is to resist the yang flames and thunder, go deep into the inner cauldron, temper and melt the Gengjin power of Qianyuan cauldron inside, and turn it into your own use to subdue it.

But let's not say that she ate the young seed of burning heart fruit, even if the old devil is still alive, he would not dare to go into the fire easily, so why is she able to survive the fire unscathed.

The demon king is not dead, but he fully controlled the magic weapon. Sikong had an idea in his mind, thinking that it was his lovable younger brother who secretly released the water.

But after thinking about it, how could he release the water? This is the Qianyuan cauldron, how could he ensure that the demon king would not die when he entered the cauldron?
Ah Rao's black robe of black gold jumped and rolled in the raging fire and wind, like a raging sea, like waves, with a breathtaking momentum and strength, which seemed to overwhelm all living beings and make it difficult to look up.

Yun Rong's face was as sinking as water, and she bullied herself up, wanting to pick up Bai Li'an.

Ah Rao smiled softly, and the fire light that bathed her body seemed to be dimmed. Her slender fingertips moved lightly in the flames of the oven, and the fire rose like a mountain in an instant, turning into a towering fire dragon, rushing upwards , stopped between Yun Rong and Bai Li'an.

Her dark eyes reflected Yun Rong's figure, she seemed to be full of raging fire, but she was so calm and terrifying, her voice was soft and gentle, but somehow she gave off a cruel and blooming bloody aura: " This person, I'm afraid you can't afford it!"

The flaming fire dragon that can burn all things, soaring into the sky and lingering, but it failed to stop Yunrong's castration. Her face was cold, and the Qiushui sword in her hand was quickly put into the Qiankun bag, and she fell into the sea of ​​fire without the slightest hesitation. Behind him, he walked forward with resolute steps.

The soaring fire dragon suddenly disintegrated, and the flames splashed hundreds of miles above the sky in a storm. The dark world instantly ignited into daylight, and the torn fireballs rolled down like torrential rain.

Bai Lian only felt that she had crashed into a hot embrace, and her body was mixed with the wind and rain and the light fragrance of magnolia at night.

As soon as she looked back, she faced Shang Yunrong's moon-like frosty face. The black and red sword suit on her body was still rolling with lingering flames, rolling with flickering smoke and dust.

There always seemed to be a kind of calmness in her body, and there seemed to be smashed sparks in her far-reaching eyes, and she looked at him with scorching eyes.

After such a fierce battle, her voice was still calm and clear: "You don't need to fight her desperately, I will take you away."

For some reason, the words "I'll take you away" hooked Bai Lian's heart tightly for no reason.

The smoldering heart burning on his wrist made his bones ache a bit.

Seen by her eyes, Bai Lian was a little flustered, his heart that couldn't beat without pain seemed to be cut sharply by a small knife.

It didn't hurt at first, but suddenly the bloody energy flooded up in patches after a while.

But he was puzzled.

Why did Yun Rong appear here?

Judging by her appearance, it seems that she came here for her own demons.

Yun Rong glanced at him quietly, the bright and burning eyes were like thick fog, completely covering up the emotions in her eyes.

She said: "I met Miss Yin and Miss Jing outside the boundary, and they entrusted me to save you."

Bai Lian was slightly relieved, but vaguely felt that it all happened by coincidence.

The momentum of splashing ink in the sky is getting stronger and stronger, and it even gradually overwhelms the flames of Qianyuan Ding.

Bai Lian saw this scene clearly, he shook his head and said, "What happened today has nothing to do with you, Miss Yunrong."

Yun Rong was startled, then bit her lower lip tightly, her slender eyebrows furrowed sadly: "You don't want to be with me?"

The enraged Ah Rao was also stunned, she thought that Bai Li'an would leave with her without hesitation when seeing Yun Rong appear.

But he didn't want to? !
Ah Rao squinted her slender eyes, stepped on the fire, and stood at the same height as Yunrong Baili'an in the air.

She looked at Yun Rong with dangerous eyes, and said with a sneer: "Who do you think he is, how can you just take him away?!"

After hearing this, Yun Rong's face became colder, and a bitter smile slowly formed on his lips, a bit of sarcasm, a bit of madness, and a bit of hatred: "Then who do you think he is? Demon? Demon River? Or Demon Lord? I don’t think it’s too much to take him away, but if you force him to marry you, it’s treasonous!”

"You——" Ah Rao's pupils narrowed sharply, as if she had been bitten by a colorful poisonous snake suddenly.

Yun Rong squinted her eyes, and glanced lightly at the 'principal' on the battlefield: "If you are really capable, why don't you respect a demon in that cup of tea? How about trying to deliver it to me yourself?"

The word "how" came out gently and softly, and pierced into Ah Rao's heart like a soft knife.

His Majesty Mojun seemed to understand completely, she laughed in a low voice: "So what if you don't drink today's tea, he doesn't want to go with you."

The atmosphere was tense, and even though they were hundreds of feet away, the demons felt the terrifying atmosphere of the silent tension between the two of them.

Yun Rong lowered her eyes: "People will always improve."

Ah Rao couldn't understand this sentence, she narrowed her eyes: "What do you mean?"

"It means that I feel at this moment that it doesn't hurt to learn your skills sometimes."

There was a sudden smile on Yun Rong's face, the smile was calm, gentle and quiet.

One hand was tightly pressed against Bai Li'an's abdomen, and a soft spiritual force spewed out from the palm, sinking into his body.

Bai Lian's eyes widened suddenly, his body shook, his eyes gradually lost their vitality, his head drooped, and he fell into a coma.

After Yun Rong gently sealed the corpse beads in his body, he half embraced Bai Lian, recalled the Xuexue Sword, and swung away the snow-cold sword energy for thousands of miles with one sword.

The sword energy turned into frost and became Tao, and the end could not be seen at a glance.

She lowered her eyes and said: "A person who has traveled thousands of mountains and rivers and lands in ten directions with me behind his back, do you think it will be difficult for me to take him away?"

Ah Rao's brows and eyes were full of murderous intent, all the madness in her body was restrained, and she raised her hand in a gesture, unexpectedly ignoring the evil beasts all over the sky, like a whale pumping out a sea of ​​blazing fire.

Yun Rong was not in a hurry, and propped up the fan-shaped sword screen with one palm, suppressing the bullying fire, comparing the two, her cultivation was not even half that of the Demon Lord.

(End of this chapter)