deadly mantra

Chapter 159 The spirit of the Demon Emperor inherited in the bloodline

the same moment.

Outside Liushuang Pavilion.

Two figures, one behind the other, passed by the century-old apricot tree and flew out of Luoyanju.

That night.

Night falls.

Mo Jiudi walked slowly through the depths of the endless bamboo sea.

The night wind blew in waves, and the tall and straight green bamboos rustled.

Leng Yihan followed closely behind, raising his eyes to look into the distance, and his suspicious eyes fell on Mo Jiudi who was walking in front.

At noon, the little master's intimate behavior with the strange man clearly irritated Mr. Di, but for some reason, Mr. Di chose to leave quietly instead of showing up to stop him.

Leng Yihan had doubts and looked around again.

Along the way, the bamboo forest hugs the mountains and waters, which is picturesque, with trickling streams and winding mountain ravines. This sea of ​​bamboo is like a paradise in the world.

bamboo sea?

Leng Yihan was stunned for a moment. Leng Yanwen's ridiculing words suddenly flashed through his mind -

Mirror Lake in the mountains, frost and snow, walking deeper along the bamboo sea, he must be there.

Leng Yihan clenched the Hantie Sword fiercely, stepped forward quickly, and walked in front of Mo Jiudi, observing the surroundings with a vigilant expression.

Mo Jiudi's thick eyebrows twitched slightly and his thin lips parted slightly. He wanted to tell Leng Yihan, but he didn't need to look like he was facing a formidable enemy.

On second thought, I remembered that this man had no strength and no brains. He once held the cold iron sword and guarded the door of his room for two days and two nights, without even looking at him.

Thinking of this, Mo Jiuji kept silent again and decided not to waste his words.

The person he was going to meet next was a difficult character, and he had to recharge his batteries.

Soon.

A strong wind blows and the bamboo leaves dance wildly.

A powerful piano sound suddenly sounded in the deep darkness.

As the person playing the piano pressed the strings, the long and ethereal sound tore through the air, and the sharp sword energy escaped from the ground. Dozens of cold swords passed through the bamboo leaves with sharp light and stabbed towards Leng Yihan.

Leng Yihan's eyes suddenly showed murderous intent, he pulled out the cold iron sword, stamped a deep hole on the ground with his feet, and flew into the air against the sword energy.

"bass--"

Leng Yihan mobilized his whole body's skills, turning one move into a hundred moves. His figure, moving vigorously under the moonlight, was as fast as lightning, blocking the indestructible sword energy.

The distant sound of the piano gradually accelerated at this moment, and the surging murderous aura only increased, making the listener unable to concentrate, his inner breath completely chaotic, and a string of blood flowed out from the corner of Leng Yihan's mouth.

[-] meters away.

In the center of Mirror Lake surrounded by bamboo groves, in an open pavilion.

The swaying palace lantern shook violently with the sound of the piano.

The flickering light reflects on the table.

On the desk, curls of white smoke slowly floated out from the red sandalwood incense burner.

A phoenix-tailed harp.

A peerless and solemn figure.

A bone-chilling chill spread from Leng Hongru's whole body to the outside of the pavilion. Under the pressure of this cold air, the fluctuating lake water actually formed a layer of ice crystals in summer.

Leng Hongru's jade-like face has no extraneous expression, and his cold eyebrows are lowered than the strings.

The cold air flows into the strings.

The sword energy transformed by the sound of the piano instantly changed from one to ten, to ten to one hundred, to hundreds of sword energy, falling vertically from the night like a rain of swords.

Leng Yihan's eyes flickered slightly, with a determined murderous look in his eyes, and he blocked it with all his strength without any intention of retreating or dodging.

The falling sword rain instantly cut Leng Yihan's cheeks, arms, back of hands and other parts of his body.

Leng Hongru seemed to be isolated from the world, only immersed in the sound of his own piano.

But the clanking sound of the piano under his finger was like a rushing sword array, killing people only in a moment.In a short moment, Leng Yihan was covered in sword wounds, and blood was like pillars. The originally refreshing bamboo forest was already surrounded by a strong smell of blood.

Mo Jiudi pursed her thin lips slightly, showing cold contempt. When Leng Yihan almost couldn't hold on any longer, his figure suddenly disappeared in the forest and appeared behind Leng Yihan.

"Go away." A magnetic voice sounded.

Mo Jiudi grabbed Leng Yihan's shoulder, threw it down, and "borrowed" the Han Iron Sword from his hand.As the five fingers grasped firmly, in an instant, a strong air flow, accompanied by hot flames, quickly spread from the hilt of the Cold Iron Sword to the tip of the sword.

After Leng Yihan was thrown back into the bamboo forest from mid-air, he calmly wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, raised his head, and looked at the night sky.

I saw that my cold iron sword, in Mo Jiudi's hand, was like a magic sword entangled by a fire dragon. During the ups and downs, the overwhelming sword formation was... broken without any effort? !

Leng Yihan was in a state of confusion. He was shaken back more than ten meters by the sound of the piano and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Mo Jiudi's eyes narrowed slightly, and with the corner of his eyes falling, he glanced at Leng Yihan in the bamboo forest. He swung the sword in his hand, and the sharp sword energy penetrated the sound of the piano and slashed towards the lake center pavilion in the distance.

Just listen to a loud "coaxing" sound.

The life-threatening sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

Mo Jiudi turned around and flew down into the bamboo forest, raised his eyes and glanced at Leng Yihan, and said with disgust:
"I knew that among the three of you brothers, you were the least qualified. I never expected that there is more than a little difference between you."

Leng Yihan raised his hand to catch the Han Iron Sword thrown back by Mo Jiudi, lowered his head, and said in a deep voice with a serious face:

"I will work hard."

Hearing the sound, Mo Jiudi pursed his lips in disbelief. When he turned around, he waved his cloud sleeves and the bamboo leaves that fell into the air drew a white light in the air and hit several of Leng Yihan's acupuncture points.

The bleeding wound slowly stopped bleeding.

Leng Yihan's eyes flashed slightly, but he didn't say a word. He took out a bottle of elixir from his arms, poured out one pill, drank it silently, and raised his feet to follow Mo Jiudi's footsteps.

[-] meters away.

The surface of Mirror Lake is covered with a thick layer of ice.

The top of the pavilion in the center of the lake was cut off by Mo Jiudi's sword energy, and fell to the ice in pieces.

Leng Hongru's indifferent cold eyes glanced at the two figures appearing on the lakeside, and slowly stood up.

"Young Master."

A voice as cold as frost sounded, neither light nor heavy.

Mo Jiudi walked along the ice lake and walked into the pavilion. He lifted up his clothes and sat down on the stone bench where Leng Hongru was sitting.

Leng Yihan followed Mo Jiudi. When he passed by Leng Hongru, his eyes swept over Leng Hongru's face inch by inch. He walked to the table, poured a cup of hot tea, and put it down respectfully. After arriving at the table, he retreated behind Mo Jiudi.

Mo Jiudi picked up the hot tea and took a sip. With a smile in his eyes, he joked:

"It's rare that you can still remember me, a little-known person."

Leng Hongru turned around and faced Mo Jiuji, lowering his eyelids slightly, cold and aloof:

"Young Master, what are your orders?"

Mo Jiudi said with a smile:
"How dare you, how dare you, how could I manipulate Mr. Leng? You knew I was coming, but you greeted me with the sound of the piano. Who knows, but you thought there was such a deep hatred between us."

Leng Hongru's thin lips curled up with a hint of chill, and his eyes, without any emotion, were cold and indifferent.

But every word he spoke was more lethal than the sound of the piano just now:

"The devil prince's heirs will only awaken the devil prince's energy in their bodies when they are in a desperate situation."

Pause for a moment.

Leng Hongru slowly raised his eyes, looked directly at Mo Jiuji, and said coldly:
"I don't know what kind of desperate situation can awaken the demonic energy passed down in Mr. Di's bloodline."

Hearing the sound, Mo Jiudi's eyes darkened, and the Demon Emperor's energy instantly surged out of his body.

In an instant, the wind and clouds in the bamboo sea changed color and dark clouds pressed down.

The bright moonlight was obscured by dark clouds.

The swaying palace lantern suddenly went out in the strong wind.

The surroundings were plunged into pitch black darkness.

(End of this chapter)