long night walk

Chapter 711 Inscription
This situation, one ring after another, is too unexpected, and I am afraid that even the suzerain has miscalculated.

This kid's ability is obviously aimed at her with restraint everywhere.

With her spirit veins sealed, she has absolutely no ability to fight back in front of such a ghost.

In the blink of an eye, the little ghost took advantage of the victory to pursue and rushed to Yunrong in an instant.

The ghostly aura that devours people is enough to kill!
Just being forced to inhale a few wisps of dark and vicious ghost air made her heart feel like being grabbed by an invisible ghost claw. The pain made her breathe hard, her vision became narrow and blurred, and her consciousness was dizzy. dizziness.

Although Yun Rong didn't intend to sit still, she found that she was powerless to change the desperate fact. She didn't even have the ability to recite the sword protection spell to destroy the sword soul of the Xuexue sword.

However, neither the two people nor the ghost in the house realized that there was another cat here.

A fluffy claw protruded from the side, leading her sight, five sharp claws protruded from the pink and soft pad.

There was still a silver thread from her clothes hooked between the claws, which looked a little funny and a little ridiculous.

The short claw with the end of the thread falling into her sight, began to become slender and powerful, with well-defined knuckles and moist fingertips.

The shoulders were slightly heavy, and the hand passed through her hair, shielding her from the wind and rain in all directions, killing her all over.

Then, Yun Rong's blurred vision could no longer see the scene in front of him clearly.

In the chaos, she vaguely heard Guitong's mournful and angry howling, a handful of warm liquid splashed on her cheeks, and a slightly sweet scent scattered on the tip of her nose. She was completely unconscious and plunged into darkness.

I don't know how much time passed, and when Yunrong woke up again, she was no longer in the cabin, but lying on the slightly damp soil.

There is a night lake next to you. The blue lake surface is lightly scaled by the night, the cicadas are singing, and the smoke is cold and the water is moon.

Yun Rong propped herself up and sat up straight, feeling a dull pain in her head that was about to split. She adjusted her breath for a while, the sense of heaviness in her body dissipated a bit, and her consciousness of dizziness gradually solidified.

As the altar stabilized and consciousness gradually returned, Yun Rong immediately touched his left shoulder.

There is nothing on the shoulders, and the peach blossoms are long gone.

Yun Rong's breathing tightened, and the center of her brows raised slowly, regardless of her weakness, she was about to get up reluctantly.

"Are you looking for me?" At this moment, a clear and clear voice came from the side.

Yun Rong couldn't be more familiar with that voice!

She turned around abruptly, with a great reaction, and looked at the boy under the peach tree in disbelief.

The afterglow of the moonlight cast a cold light on his skirt through the cracks in the trees, and the wind blew the trees and the tidbits covered his body. He was shockingly handsome.

He stood under the tree and smiled, looked at Yunrong, suddenly raised his right hand like a cat's claw scratching someone, and meowed in a clean voice.

Yun Rong's body shook violently.

Bai Lian walked over slowly, knelt down in front of Yun Rong, and sighed helplessly, "Senior Sister's naming skills are really substandard, peach blossoms, how can a man choose such a vulgar name?" name."

Yun Rong's expression was a little blank, as if he hadn't reacted yet: "Junior brother???"

What's worse, her junior brother turned out to be Peach Blossom? ! ! !

Yun Rong's translucent eyes were fixed on Bai Li'an, who was only wearing a thin shirt, and he was not fully humanized.

The two furry ears are still on the head, and the familiar cat's tail is still hanging behind, gliding around on the ground.

That coat color is obviously peach blossom!

The dizziness that Yun Rong had finally calmed down became stronger again.

She rubbed between her brows, both amused and moved in her heart: "Junior brother, why did you come to Xiaozhou Mountain like this? I didn't notice it at all?"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but want to touch the ears on his head.

The peach blossom cat is the younger brother, and the younger brother is the peach blossom cat.

It's no wonder that she, who has always loved dogs and cats since she was a child, suddenly fell in love with a little wild cat.

He clings to her day and night, trying to make delicious food for her.

Have you ever seen a cat that eats small fish and shrimp and will roast it first before eating it.

So the relationship has always been her junior? ! ! !

No wonder the virtues of drunkenness are exactly the same!
Bai Lian smiled and suppressed her groping hands. He looked at her and said seriously: "Senior Sister, now I am a cat with nine lives, and I am not afraid of your sword."

Yun Rong's hand touching his head froze suddenly, the smile on her face disappeared, and her face became extremely serious: "What do you mean?"

Bai Lian said: "Senior sister, don't worry, my real body is not here. What you see right now is just an incarnation outside my body. I used the Penglai secret technique to refine this incarnation of a cat with nine lives. Be your new sword spirit."

The Nine-Life Cat belongs to the demon clan, and it is perfect for inscribing sword spirits.

The Nine-Life Cat has long since disappeared from the human world, and only exists in the records of the book. Based on the various information about the Nine-Life Cat in the book records, Bai Lian learned about the structure of its body and the distribution of the demon soul and veins in the body. towards.

Finally, by using the modified technique of stealing the moon and exchanging the sun, a new nine-life cat was deduced and transformed into a new nine-life cat, and by dividing the soul into the virtual and transforming the reality, such an external incarnation of nine lives was raised.

It's just that the ability of the Nine Lives is only for the incarnation, and it's useless for the main body.

But Bai Lian didn't feel sorry.

Yun Rong's brows became colder, and there was no sign of happiness on his face: "To become a sword spirit, you must first die and become a spirit. Even if you are an incarnation outside the body, if you want to become my sword spirit, it means Experience a death first, why? Junior brother, do you want me to kill you with my own hands?"

"I'm not afraid of death." Bai Lian said softly, "I'm just afraid...you will be wronged after you marry me."

A very light sentence, without any weight, made Yunrong feel as if his heart had been hit hard.

Looking at Qing Juan's eyebrows and eyes so close at hand, her mind fell into blank confusion for the first time, and she clenched her lips unconsciously.

Under this long and profound night, with no one around the lakeside, Yun Rong unexpectedly felt that she was suddenly pampered by others.

But he is a junior, a junior who was born from the womb of Empress Yingji with her own eyes, and grew up with her eyes.

She was nearly 60 years older than him, which was enough to be his grandmother in the mortal world.

Even if they got married, Yunrong always treated him as a junior in his heart.

But at this moment, she suddenly found a sense of a husband in him.

However, to become her husband, she would have to kill her... No matter how you look at it, this doesn't seem like a normal way of getting along between husband and wife.

Yun Rong frowned.

Bai Lian smiled and said: "Senior sister, there is no need to be embarrassed. Now that the situation is right now, you only need to remember it for me, and I will be your sword spirit."

As he spoke, he slowly pulled down the front of his shirt, only to see that under the dark thin shirt, there was a large area of ​​red blood, and a shocking piercing scar was left on the heart, and only half of a weak beating heart was left inside.

Finally, the aggressive spirit on his face gradually weakened, and a layer of gray death covered his eyes.

But he still smiled to himself: "This is the first time I have transformed into a spirit, this body has not yet grown up, it is only in the form of a young demon, now my strength is limited, so I can't fight that ghost boy for the time being.

For the current plan, only if the senior sister accepts me, inscribes the sword spirit, and recalls the Xuexue sword, can I defeat Guitong. "

Yun Rong looked at the bright red wound on his chest, her body felt chills, as if she suddenly remembered something, she subconsciously touched her cheek.

Her cheeks were smooth and clean, not even half stained with blood. It seemed that he had wiped them clean while she was in a coma.

"Senior Sister..." Bai Li'an said softly, "How innocent are the mortals on this mountain, if the little ghost doesn't kill him as soon as possible, everyone here will probably perish under its ghostly aura, and now this is the only way."

Yun Rong's eyelashes trembled slightly when she heard the words, but she didn't say anything more, her eyes were clear and burning, and she slowly raised a hand.

Bai Lian immediately understood, and leaned over to kiss her fingertips lightly, as if completing some kind of sacred ceremony.

Her fingertips became clear, exuding a silver-white radiance like starbursts.

"Head up." Yun Rong said softly.

The wild forest is quiet, the peach blossoms are green and the lake is green, the wind is blowing on her cuffs, and there is a faint white color between her wrists.

Bai Lian raised his head as he said, his cold fingertips fell down, and his eyebrows seemed to be covered with thin snow.

The rules of heaven and earth flashed in the spirit platform, and the spirit contract was established.

The next moment, Bai Lian felt a sword embryo formed by light and mist suddenly appeared in the spiritual sea. In the dark, the sword embryo seemed to fit the truth of the Dao with the invisible Xixue Sword in the distance, and there was an extra strangeness An inseparable connection.

The feeling of sleepiness swept in like a tidal sea.

However, Bai Lian knew that he was experiencing a death, his body temperature was taken away by the Ye Ye lake wind, and his eyes gradually became dull.

As Yunrong's fingers left from between his eyebrows, he gave birth to a kind of soul that seemed to be hooked out of his body along with that hand, and no longer belonged to him.

He fell down slowly, and Yun Rong gently took over his cold ashes body.

After a long time, she slowly raised her head, and a silver sword light flashed in her pitch-black eyes.

In the dark night around him, soul fire gathered like quicksand, dividing black and white into a third stunning color in this world.

Yun Rong slowly got up from the lakeside, the wind was blowing slightly on her face, and the skirt lifted by the silver-white soul fire all over her body was like ripples on the surface of the water.

Black hair and black hair fluttered endlessly in the wind and fire, occasionally covering the water-like autumn pupils.

The wolves howled in the distant mountains, and the rustling of the leaves in the wind whimpered faintly, like a child crying.

In the darkness, a pair of bright red blood-like eyes sneaked over, with bloody saliva flowing from its mouth, and it stared eerily in all directions.

In the end, its eyes were firmly locked on Yun Rong.

It lost its shape in the darkness, only shallow footprints could be seen in the soft soil.

The wind is blowing, and it is contaminated with evil spirits.

Yun Rong stood still, and the moonlight above her head suddenly thinned, swallowed by the dark mist-like ghost energy, the shadow-like monster bit her head, and the resentment in its mouth was enough to rot the bones and melt the soul.

The ghost is behind him, and so is the sword.

Yunrong's spiritual veins were sealed, and his body seemed to be locked by a heavy lock, unable to mobilize any spiritual power in his body.

But when she completed the inscription, she and her sword spirit were in the same heart.

The sword spirit is like a newly forged key, enough to open the sword seal of Xixue Sword.

Several silvery white sword fires appeared around her body, she stretched out her hand, and shouted in a low voice: "Fu Yi, Zhen Ming!"

The whole body was like a weak sword fire burning like a phosphorous fire, and the majestic sword light lit up the lake.

Yunrong's right hand penetrated into the dark ghost aura, the strong ghost aura was broken by the light of the sword, she held the hilt of Xixue Sword, and slashed obliquely.

The sword flames had been burning for an unknown amount of time, when suddenly there was a terrifying tearing sound under the tree by the lake.

Yunrong's body was covered with silver, white sword, fire and silver splendor, falling down like the wind stopped and the sand stopped.

She did not know when the Xuexue Sword was unsheathed. The shining sword edge was like the secret snow in the dark night. The sword light flowed like silver sand under her sword, slowly turning into a white cat emitting the light of soul fire.

The vertical pupils are water blue, as quiet as pearls.

The kid's broken body fell heavily on the ground, unable to move, and a huge gap was cut in his body.

The scabbard of Xixue Sword slowly slipped out from the gap in its body.

Yun Rong picked up her scabbard.

The scabbard was pulled lightly, and the weak and dying little ghost was forced to turn into a cloud of mist and was included in the scabbard. The ghost energy of heaven and earth was completely dissipated, and since then, clarity has been restored.

"rustle……"

At this time, there was a slight movement in the weeds.

Yun Rong raised his eyes and saw that it was the child he saw under the jujube tree that day.

He opened his mouth wide and looked at Yunrong in disbelief, the contempt and disdain of that day was no longer on his face, and little stars of admiration shone in his eyes.

"Sister, are you a fairy?"

Yun Rong retracted her sword and knelt down, picked up the cat on the ground, put it in her arms, and looked at the excited child with a half-smile: "No, I'm just a lazy woman."

Thinking of the stupid things he said, the child's face turned red quickly.

After subduing the little ghost and returning to Rongjia Village, the Fushi surnamed Huang had already died at the head of the village.

In the middle of the night, the entrance of the village was full of people, and almost every villager in every household was alarmed.

Aunt Zeng's face was pale, and she looked like she was still in shock. Several people around her kept asking what happened, and couldn't understand how Huang Daxian, who was so powerful in spells, would die here.

Flowing clouds and wind, sword Qingming.

Just when everyone was panicking and chattering, a ray of sword light pierced the long night, like a stream of fireflies and arrows, the sword energy came to the entrance of the village.

Standing under the tree, the sweet-scented osmanthus in the garden is blown wildly by the wind, and the fragrance of the flowers is refreshing.

Yunrong came down with the sword, her dress was windy, the cold dust was fluttering, the green silk danced gracefully, her jade posture was astonishing as a celestial being, the posture of Yujian going south was extremely elegant, and she looked like an exiled fairy under the cold moon and cold night.

The noisy village entrance suddenly fell silent. Aunt Zeng's brows trembled and she rubbed her eyes fiercely, thinking that she had misread.

Is this the same person who has nothing to do all day long, isn't he squatting on the west wall watching the old man eating melon seeds and playing chess, or is it Miss Yun who is lying on a tree and eating jujubes?
Why do you look more like Daxian than Huang Daxian?
Yunrong threw the child in his hand into his mother's arms, and as if not aware of the shocking gazes of the crowd, he stepped into the village and calmly looked at the monk surnamed Huang who died tragically on the ground.

His neck was completely bitten off, the hideous wound was pale, and all the blood was sucked dry, it seemed that it was the hand of that little devil.

Yun Rong sighed softly, pulled the canvas floating in the village, covered him, and said softly, "It's all gone."

(End of this chapter)