ninety thousand miles

Chapter 655 Life and Death
This is the first time Li Chuan used this picture.

He took a gamble. He bet that Wen Guying and Elder Li still had a bit of clarity and were not completely in a dream. He could sense that Wen Guying's sword energy was still responding to the sound of the pot. Although this part of the sword energy was weak, so weak that it was almost undetectable, it was always there. When he was in a stalemate with Chi Lin, he also used a part of his mind to use the sound of the pot to hide the sword energy deeper.

The White Walkers have no life or death, and Chi Lin has the means to resist the erosion of the Heart Abyss. So the means he relied on in the past are no longer effective. But he can give the White Walkers life. Only with life can there be complete death.

Stop dreaming, bro.

The sword energy changed.

The sound of the pot is strengthened again.

Light golden water marks oozed out on the jade skeleton. The water marks spread out, and new flesh and blood gradually covered the skeleton wherever the water marks spread. White and black fluff emerged, and in a flash, the fluff turned into long tassel-like hair, wrapping up the gradually growing flesh and blood.

Blood Shadow also gained a physical body at the same time.

The wind howled, and gusts of violent wind blew into the cave.

A strong wind was raging on the vast land of Cangwu.

The sharp wind blew on Li Chuan's face, body, and hands, leaving deep blood marks. Li Chuan struggled to maintain the sound of the pot. It was the last moment, Chi Lin had no new tricks, as long as he held on, held on a little longer, and...

The wind suddenly stopped for a moment, and Li Chuan got a break. When the wind started again, it no longer had the same strength as before.

Yu Chen spit out blood and fell to the ground again.

rustling.

What's that sound again?

Boo!
What broke?
Li Chuan looked for the source of the sound. It was the seed of the Xuanzhi. The branches responded to the sound of the pot and grew rapidly, entwining the bodies of the blood shadow and the Ruiling beast, absorbing their blood, flesh, and spiritual energy, and blooming green flowers.

Wen Guying swept away all the phantoms around him and jumped down with Elder Li.

The red flame in the core of the sword hilt was burning.

Lava flowed on the sword, and hot sword energy swept through it. The branches and leaves of the Xuanzhi began to burn. In the burning, more seeds sprouted out with a crackling sound.

Zhu Qingyun also woke up. She took a step forward and stood where Wen Gu should have stood before.
"Rui Ling Beast, it is about to open its eyes." Zhu Qingyun noticed the changes in the Rui Ling Beast.

After hearing this, the spiritualist opened her eyes with difficulty. She had to lean against the wall because she was exhausted. When she saw the Ruiling beast trying to open its eyes, she took out a bone knife and cut her palm hard. As the blood fell, she once again sang those ancient ballads in a hoarse voice.

She felt a force helping her, leading her to walk in the empty dream, through the thorns, and into the dream of the Ruiling beast.

Is it Brother Luo? She didn't have time to think about it. At this moment, she was connected to the Ruiling beast and she was in its dream.

The spiritual master stretched out his hand and tried to comfort the Ruiling beast.

"Sleep peacefully, my ancestor. Let your blood flow in my veins, and let your dreams grow in my dreams..."

Countless scenes stretched in its eyes. In her dream, she saw the past, the ancient monsters galloping freely on the earth, the battles between them and humans, the unwilling roar of the monster An after smashing the pillar of heaven, the sound of the Sanqing River flowing with monster blood, and the sound of thunder... She saw the demise of the ancient monsters, the birth of the half-monster tribe, every conflict and struggle between them... She saw the future, a future stained with blood and fire.

Her people, all her sisters, dead and alive, stood in the Ruiling beast's dream. They surrounded her and looked at her.

There was a faint light flickering in some of the ember heart stones on the ground and on the walls.

She knew that they had placed the choice of the future in her hands.

"What kind of future do you want?" asked the spiritual master.

The Ruiling Beast did not answer her. "You don't want to be a puppet, do you?" the spiritual master asked.

The Ruiling beast lowered its head.

"I understand." said the spiritualist.

"The future of the Half-Demon Tribe can only be controlled by the Half-Demon Tribe. I will complete the transaction I promised, and then I will do my best to make the Half-Demon Tribe prosperous again and let our people walk freely in every corner of this world again. You can sleep peacefully." said the spiritual master.

The Ruiling beast lowered its head and fell to the ground with a peaceful expression, as if it had fallen asleep.

The branches that bound the Ruiling Beast tied the huge monster into an oval cocoon. Flames burned on the branches, and thousands of sword lights pierced through the bodies of the Ruiling Beast and Blood Shadow.

The sound of the wind completely quieted down.

"sorry."

Who? Is Chi Lin talking?

Li Chuan did not respond, but continued to rub the kettle sound again and again. He didn't know if Chi Lin had any other cards, or if he had hidden his other clones somewhere. He maintained the kettle sound.

The light golden butterfly vibrated, and the blood pool became quiet. The blood stopped flowing, and the cracks connected to the blood pool gradually closed.

At this time, Li Chuan saw Luo Xueli walking out of the cave opposite. He stretched out his hand, and the dice shining with gorgeous light returned to his hand. Then he jumped down and joined Wen Guying and Elder Li to clear the blood shadows in the cave.

It seems that Songdu is fine. Li Chuan's mind relaxed involuntarily, and then he heard a sharp sound of wind. He fell backwards, holding the Tianyin pot tightly in his hand to maintain the sound of the pot.

Zhu Qingyun drew out two swords, one blue and one white, and blocked the wind.

A red sword light flashed, crushing the last afterimage.

Li Chuan seemed to hear a sigh, and then he heard Wen Guying's voice: "You can stop now, Brother Li."

Li Chuan didn't dare to stop.

Wen Guying returned to the cave. He walked up to Li Chuan, put the Tianqi Sword back into its scabbard, and said, "He has completely disappeared."

Li Chuan carefully looked at the Tianqi Sword and confirmed that it was correct. He finally stopped talking. "Are we going to Youxi Valley now?"

"Can you still walk?" Wen Guying asked.

"After a rest, you should be able to walk a few more steps." Li Chuan said.

"Let's go." Wen Guying said.

"Okay." Li Chuan held onto the wall and tried to stand up, and then he was supported.

"Let me carry you out." Zhu Qingyun said.

"Okay." Li Chuan leaned his head on Zhu Qingyun's shoulder peacefully.

They walked back along the way they had come.

"In the end, to whom did Chi Lin say sorry?" Zhu Qingyun asked.

"Trying to distract me." Li Chuan closed his eyes tiredly, feeling the ups and downs of the ground. "It could be Yan Zhi, or his tribesmen. Who knows? It's none of our business."

(End of this chapter)