It's not that Balian is afraid of this sudden surge in power.
In the face of this huge temptation of sword intent, Balian stopped talking and did not continue to deepen his understanding.
Although Bailian's current cultivation level has reached the level of transcending tribulation, he is still considered to be at the top of the human world.
But Tai Shang Dao Qing Jian Jue, his father had been practicing for nearly a thousand years but could only reach the fifth level.
The more powerful the sword technique, the greater the demand for spiritual power.
For him now, if he uses the power of the fifth level of Taishang Daoqing Sword Jue, one sword will be enough to knock him dry.
If he continues to comprehend the sixth level or even the seventh level, it will be difficult to control his spiritual power, and even his mental power will be difficult to bear.
Balian was not in a hurry for success, he meditated to calm his surging mood.
After taking a sip of moonlight wine, my depleted mental and spiritual energy were replenished in time.
The strong dizziness in my head that I couldn't tell whether it was reality or fantasy was finally diluted.
The bones returned and merged with the physical body, just like a rootless tree suddenly finding its own roots.
The spiritual power and blood power that were originally swimming in the body without any rules have found a home and have a sense of reality.
The physical body is no longer easy to fall apart, and the spiritual practice system in the body finally forms a complete link.
The strong physique originally belonging to the corpse demon is also gradually being restored.
Bailian lowered his head and clenched his fists. The huge trauma caused by Golden Immortal Baiyang no longer became difficult and difficult to deal with.
During the powerful surge of blood energy, tiny lightning bolts clinging to the flesh and blood of the meridians like caries on the tarsal bones, wreaking havoc and destruction, flashed in the palm of the hand, and were forced out of the body bit by bit.
He opened his palms, and a wisp of blue flame jumped between his palms, exuding the blazing temperature of the flames.
His body had already been devoured by crows in the Chaos Valley.
It was a body that was rebuilt by the Taiyin Emperor during those three years by integrating the power of his own divine source with the Nine Netherworld Fire.
At Fang Geyu's banquet, it was the inherent death pressure of the Nine Netherworld Fire that shocked and forced Mu Yunye to retreat.
I originally thought that this physical body was no longer the original one, and there would be a rejection reaction when fused with the bones of this immortal, but now it seems that the fusion is quite perfect.
The control of the Nine Netherworld Fire has become more and more skillful and powerful.
Balian's goal of retrieving the bones can be considered half achieved, but there has been no progress in terms of Fang Geyu's predicament or Xiao Bailong's capture.
Jiujiu's actions are mysterious and unpredictable, and his methods are ruthless and cruel, but there is also a subtle... fear that he will die.
Balian didn't think she was really worried that his life was in danger, but to her, his life seemed to be of greater use until the end.
The wind blows through the mountains, and the snowy city is like weeping.
The wind and snow between heaven and earth are getting more and more violent, seeming to bury this ancient thousand-year-old silver city under the ice and snow.
Fang Geyu opened the window, and the whistling wind mixed with snow particles poured into the house. The snow flakes were tearing and flying in the wind.
The small pendant on the girl's chest was blown away.
Her dark and calm eyes looked at the pale blue color of the sky, which was exactly the color before dawn broke through darkness.
The rising sun jumped out of the clouds, and its faint golden light fell on the world.
The outline of the giant-blade snow tower that had not faded for thousands of years gradually became clearer in sight.
The end of the snow tower directly touches the blue sky, which seems to be the most touching place on the Nine Provinces, farthest from the Nine Heavens.
Only the most noble and honorable people in Shifang City can reach the top of the tower.
And for thousands of years, there are only two people who have truly climbed to the heights of Adachi and the land closest to the sky.
Fang Geyu was one of them. Now that I think about it carefully, I actually feel that there is nothing strange about that place.
Being so high above the sky, there is nothing much to feel except the coldness and emptiness.
Even a self-proclaimed cultivator jumped down from such a high place, and in the extremely cold wind and snow, his body was completely frozen into ice before he hit the ground.
So much so that she was at the bottom of the tower, no matter how she looked for it.
What I got was just a handful of light cherry-colored snow dust.
There are no corpses left, dust returns to dust, dust returns to dust, and when the wind blows, all color is gone.
As far as the eye can see, there is only a terrifying and endless expanse of white.
As his thoughts gradually faded away, Fang Geyu's dark eyes suddenly became clear.
She turned her gaze slightly and looked sideways at the figure of a woman who did not belong to her reflected in the bronze mirror.
Dressed in snow and wearing a crane cloak, with black hair and jade skin, the cold woman looked like a snowman, just standing quietly in the mirror.
In addition to being charming and graceful, she also has a noble and awe-inspiring temperament, which is like spring and white snow.
Fang Geyu's soul-sucking black eyes turned faintly, looking at the bronze mirror without any emotion.
The mirror suddenly shattered, and the figure also shattered and cracked in the broken path.
Fang Geyu's body half bent in front of the window slowly stood up straight.
With a careless sneer on her face, she stretched and said, "You are really pervasive."
She strolled over and tapped her finger lightly on the mirror, and the broken cracks instantly healed and smoothed into a flat surface.
The woman's face in the mirror also returned to perfection, and she approached Fang Geyu.
A cold smile appeared on Fang Geyu's face, he closed his hand and made a fist, and then punched him hard with a clean punch.
The cute little snow-white fist hit the mirror without making any sound, as if it was submerged in the water and sank into the mirror.
That fist hit the woman's face with such precision that the illusion in the mirror disappeared without a trace.
The Shifang Sword placed on the brocade table buzzed and trembled, as if it had been greatly stimulated and was about to come out of its sheath.
Fang Geyu rubbed his fists and looked back with a cold look.
The Shifang Sword fell to the ground with a thud and became quiet.
When the maid who was bringing toiletries and breakfast into the room saw this scene, she shouted in surprise: "Miss Third, why did you just throw the Shifang Sword to the ground?"
The maid glanced hurriedly, and two little maids quickly walked out from behind her, carefully wrapped the Shifang Sword in a kerchief, and placed it respectfully on the sword stand.
Fang Geyu had a piece of hair that had been lifted up from sleep standing crookedly on her head. She yawned with a trace of tears in the corners of her eyes.
Fang Geyu walked up to the maid as if nothing had happened and lifted the breakfast box with his fingers.
Pick up a soup dumpling and put it into your mouth.
Her cheeks bulged, and the soup was all over her hands. She said vaguely: "It's just a sword, and it deserves to be treated with such fear and fear."
The maid's face was distorted and she said twice: "Miss Third, you haven't rinsed your mouth and hands yet."
Fang Geyu simply took out the whole plate and put it in his arms, holding a cup of soy milk in one hand and a bun in his mouth:
"It's the same as rinsing after eating. Um...bring me that bowl of spicy soup."
Looking at her so early in the morning, she had no image at all, her bare feet were scratching each other's ankles, and her hair was as shaggy as a ghost.
After eating the steamed stuffed buns, her hands filled with soup nonchalantly wiped them on her nightgown. The maid's heart was shattered.
"Third Miss, today is the Poseidon Festival, such an important day.
The Lord of the City will personally visit the city to participate in the ceremony, so you can’t be so casual and unkempt."
The hot bowl of spicy spicy soup made beads of sweat break out on the tip of Fang Geyu's nose.
She seemed a little afraid of spicy food, but she liked this one very well. She could only drink from the bowl in small sips and replied nonchalantly:
"I know, I know, I have to participate in the Poseidon Festival, so I need breakfast.
You can't torment yourself on an empty stomach, hmm...why did you remember to make spicy soup this morning?"
The food in Shifangcheng is on the light side, and the chefs in her house make exquisite pastries very well.
But breakfast meals like spicy soup are rarely cooked and eaten.
The maid looked slightly nervous and asked carefully: "What? Is the third lady not used to this taste?"
"Not really, it tastes pretty good, a bit strange, but it doesn't taste like it was made by a chef in the mansion."
The maid next to her attaches great importance to her dietary health and will not buy food from unknown sources.
However, Fang Geyu was not afraid of being poisoned to death.
Whatever goes into her mouth, as long as it doesn't suit her appetite, is not something worth worrying about.
It was seen that although Fang Geyu was sipping the soup in small sips, his speed was not slow at all. In the time it took him to speak, the soup was reduced by less than half.
The maid smiled knowingly and said, "As long as Miss Third likes it, the cooks in the mansion have a day off today, so this breakfast was not prepared by them."
"Dongyun, do you still have this skill?" Fang Geyu was surprised.
The maid covered her lips with a smile and said: "How can I have such a good craftsmanship? Mr. Ji came to our house early in the morning to prepare these breakfast meals. He is really attentive to the third lady."
Fang Geyu paused, and the casual expression on his face gradually faded away.
She put the soup bowl in her hand on the table, frowned, and said unhappily: "Mr. Ji? Who is that?"
Dongyun, when will the door of our house, Fang Geyu, be able to be opened to outsiders at will?"
After returning from Xianling City, although Fang Geyu's temper still behaves as he did before, his temper has become much more restrained.
But when it comes to restraint, it's more like being careless and careless about many things.
Even if the people in the house did something wrong, she became less carefree.
But today, his calm temper was really outrageous.
Dongyun's face suddenly became troubled: "This... it was only after the Lord of the City agreed that I welcomed Young Master Ji into the mansion."
Fang Geyu's face darkened, "When will I no longer be able to decide who enters my own mansion?"
She also threw away the buns in her hand, "Where is he now? Is he still at home?"
Dongyun hesitated for a while and said: "I am waiting outside the door of the room now... Third Miss, after all, this is the person recognized by the City Lord. It is very likely that I will become you in the future..."
Under Fang Ge's dagger-like eyes, Dong Yun closed her mouth knowingly and lowered her head: "My maid, please go back and ask me to resign."
"No need." Fang Geyu wiped his dirty little hands on the tablecloth.
"Since you're all here, why not invite Zhang Zhangyan to come in? Mr. Ji, the man who can win my father's fancy, can meet for a while."
Dongyun had a strange look on his face. Listening to Fang Geyu's dialect, he seemed to have forgotten Mr. Ji.
With her overly proud and arrogant temperament, she has severe face blindness towards people she doesn't care about.
It is normal to automatically filter out relevant memories in your mind.
But the night party was only five days ago, and she heard rumors.
That Mr. Ji acted extremely violently, but in front of many suitors from the Heavenly Realm and the Lord of the City, he forcibly kissed the third lady.
After encountering something like this, he was able to turn around and forget all about it.
Dongyun also had to admire his young lady's fierceness and forgetfulness.
But being willing to meet people is always a good thing.
Fearing that Fang Geyu would regret it, Dongyun quickly invited Bailian into the house.
The windows were not closed, the wind and snow were still pouring into the house, and the blazing charcoal fire in the fireplace was extinguished.
Fang Geyu's two tender, soft white feet were exposed on the carpet, resting on each other, and he was raising Yu Xue's cute toes every now and then.
With strange scrutiny in her eyes, she looked at Balian who came into the room.
"Will you all go down?"
After dismissing the maids, Balian had not yet spoken.
The little feet that were already restlessly buried in the thick carpet flew up and stepped heavily on Bailian's chest.
The force is not light. If it were an ordinary person, he would be severely disabled by this kick.
But Bai Lian had just fused his own bones. The corpse demon's body was different from that of ordinary people. This foot falling on his body was like scratching an itch.
But in the face of Fang Geyu's willful behavior, he still took two steps back in cooperation.
He had a half-smile on his face, and just as he was about to speak, he heard Fang Geyu's cold and unfamiliar voice.
"You are so talented that you were able to convince my father to sneak into my mansion?
I heard they all call you Mr. Ji? When did a person like you appear in the world?"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Bailian's expression suddenly froze, and he stared at Fang Geyu's cold little face.
After confirming that she didn't mean any joke, she seemed to understand something instantly.
A heart gradually sank into the ice cave.
"Fang Geyu, you... erased my memory?" Balian came to a cruel conclusion.
This guy!
There is absolutely no reason to act like this!
This time it was Fang Geyu's turn to be stunned. She narrowed her eyes and said, "Oh? So you are the Bailian mentioned in the message in my letter?"
"A message in the letter?"
Fang Geyu looked slightly impatient: "A few days ago, I should have sealed and erased all the memories of a certain person, and left a note to me the next day, explaining everything.
Now it seems that you are really a big trouble for forcing me into such a situation."
She stood up, as if she hadn't woken up, and yawned again: "But for me at this moment, the past has been wiped away, and everything about you is blank.
No matter what you want from me, you should already know.
I was born to respond to the sword, and my seven emotions and six desires have become fossils. The plans in your heart are destined to fail, so you'd better wake up early."
"Fang Geyu, for a broken sword, you really will do anything..."
Bailian's voice was as calm as water, and his eyes were calm, but Fang Geyu, who had always been sharp-minded, could clearly sense that he was angry.
And he was still very angry.
But he was so angry that he laughed softly again, his round pupils were dark and wet, as if they were separated by a layer of mist.
He took a step closer to Fang Geyu.
Because he was a head taller than her, he had to bend down slightly to keep eye level with her:
"Yes, you always live with such sharp edges and corners, you are loud and hurtful to others and yourself, and you act completely without regard to the consequences.
Sometimes people can’t help but feel itchy with hatred. But..."
Balian suddenly raised his hand, gently smoothed the tangled hair on her head, and chuckled:
"You are very important to me, and you will always have a step down from where I am.
This time, it's still the same.
It doesn't matter if you abandon the past, we can start over from the beginning.
I have endless patience with you."
I thought this kid was laughing in anger, after all, he was clearly angry just now.
But in the blink of an eye, he was actually coaxed?
Fang Geyu couldn't help but wonder what the structure of this guy's brain was, how could he act and think completely differently from other people?
And what's the matter with this stickiness? It looks like...a male vixen.
The note didn't say that the person she abandoned and forgotten on her own initiative had such a messy and messy character. If you like Long Night Walk, please bookmark it: (www.sodu777.net) Long Night Walk Search Novel Network has the fastest update speed on the entire Internet.