The shocking words made Bailian gasp in fright, and the two of them were thrown away together with the coffin board.
They rolled like melons and flew a long way through the tunnels. The two of them were covered in dust and were in a miserable state.
Balian fell to the ground, with blood stains and dust on his cheeks. He held the coffin board with his arms crossed in front of his chest defensively, shaking his head desperately to show that he didn't need it.
Fang Geyu was dizzy from the fall, and before he could stand upright, the two horned ghosts controlled by the sound of drums rushed up again.
The rumbling footsteps were like thunder shaking the earth. In the narrow underground passage, dust and gravel continued to fall from the stone wall above the head.
Without any hesitation, Bai Lian stepped in front of Fang Geyu and inserted the Vermilion Bird Coffin upright into the ground in front of him.
You Gui Lang was riding on the black coffin, tightly squeezing the female corpse on the coffin with sand in his hands, and floated in the direction of the two of them. He smiled and said: "Ignorant boy, do you really think that your broken tortoise shell can protect you for a lifetime?
"
He struck the drum head with five fingers, and an ancient lacquered blood coffin appeared out of thin air again, and another huge horned ghost broke out of the coffin.
Compared with the two horned ghosts in front, this aura appears to be more powerful.
The single horn in front of its forehead is as long as an adult's arm. Although this horned ghost only has two arms, its rock-like back does not have as much blood as the first two horned ghosts.
The bulge in the hand comes.
But his arms are like cast iron, his claws are like steel knives, and the skin on his arms is densely covered with a layer of color and texture like the scales of a dragon.
It is also faster than the first two horned ghosts.
While running, like strong winds and thunder, they tore the two terrifying horned ghosts into blood clots without distinguishing between friend and foe.
The two horned ghosts that had made Balian suffer so much and were helpless were so easily trampled by this horned ghost into bones and flesh.
So, can a coffin that can withstand two horned ghosts also be able to withstand such a monster?
Balian did not think deeply about this issue.
A sharp sword will have its curling edge broken one day, and there will be a time when thick armor will be penetrated.
The best defense is to attack with all your might.
He never thought that he would have to rely only on this Suzaku coffin to get out of tonight's predicament.
"Li Gui Fengqing, do you really think that these big guys you raised can continue to be rampant?" Bailian squatted half down, his palms pressed against the ground.
When he looked up, those dark eyes seemed to have a blood-colored dark river flowing quietly and deeply.
Youguilang stopped and couldn't help but open his eyes wide. At this moment, he seemed to hear the sound of gurgling water.
There was a boom, without any warning...
The huge horned ghost fell down like a tree uprooted by the strong wind.
Under the Suzaku coffin, there was bright red blood flowing out.
Deep in the earth, there was a restless rustling sound, as if there were countless tiny insects hiding underground, as if there was something terrible that was slowly reviving.
Yuukiro's vision suddenly became extremely stiff, and for the first time, his face showed confusion and confusion that had lost all sense of proportion.
In this deserted house where he had lived for many years, he actually felt an unknown crisis.
So much so that he couldn't understand now, how could the horned ghost he cared for suddenly fall to the ground?
Under his gaze, the legs of the horned ghost that looked like an evil god had become shriveled and skinny at some point, as if it had been drained of essence and blood. Like a dried tree, it fell to the ground and howled in pain.
, and the dry part between the legs is rapidly falling apart.
In the blink of an eye, the withered body parts had spread to the waist, and dancing around the horned ghost's body were countless bloody sandworms the size of dust.
At this time, he finally saw clearly where the sound of gurgling water came from.
Behind the Suzaku coffin, between the young man's feet under his red robe, several streaks of blood like threads of snakes flowed out.
Countless long and sharp sword marks were made on the ground at some unknown time, and the blood that was pouring out of his body at this moment was absorbed by the sword marks and penetrated into the soil deep in the earth.
Under the soil of this land is connected to the tributaries of the living river. In the water of the river, there are countless bright red and colorful ghost snakes. Ghost snakes are a kind of yin creature and are naturally controlled by his ghost weapon.
Lin Yuan once captured a ghost snake in the water and brought it back to the inn. Since he was preparing to deal with this three-thousand-year-old ghost, how could Balian be unprepared?
He had carefully observed the ghost snake, which was a ghost in the river and lived on the resentment in the deserted house.
It's just that this kind of ghost snake wanders around the border cities and inner cities, and is not restricted by the enchantment. Over the years, the ghost snake has unknowingly attached itself to another creature.
Wuluo demon insect is a kind of demonic beast.
The survival conditions of Wuluo demon insects are extremely strict. They need to inhabit extremely evil ghosts until they absorb enough yin energy to hatch into demons.
But it is not easy to achieve the conditions to become a demon. Even countless ghost snakes living in groups cannot successfully hatch a Wuluo demon insect. Yougui Lang knows this clearly, so he ignores these eggs that are difficult to remove.
But at this moment, under his nose, a strange sound of sharp bowstrings buzzing rapidly began to emit in the air, which stung people's souls. In the small space, the evil aura soared into the sky, as thick as blood.
"You...what on earth did you do?!" You Gui Lang's voice was suppressed with anger, and with a flick of his sleeve, he directly exploded the head of the horned ghost on the ground, and his body instantly turned into a wisp of mist.
Of course, it was not just to give it pleasure, but more importantly, he did not want his horned ghost to become the nourishment of this group of monster insects.
Between Balian's thumbs, the green jade flashed with a mysterious light, and he retracted the Suzaku coffin. At this moment, his face was frighteningly pale, and there was even a vague aura of death covering his brows, and blood was still flowing from his palms.
Down into the depths of the earth.
The solid earth surged up like a piece of blood-colored floating sand, covering the entire earth with sweeping power.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Fang Geyu was also shocked by the soaring evil spirit in front of her. She looked at Bailian with complicated eyes: "Is this...
"
Balian nodded at her.
Yes, this is the power of the long river of blood in the demon world, the sixth river.
Blood Feather River.
The power of the Sixth River is transformed into feathers with blood. This breath power has fatal attraction and control over all the demons in the world.
Once the power of blood is released, the demon eggs deep in the deserted house will be attracted like crazy. Once soaked in blood, they can ignore the endless process of absorbing Yin Qi, and in a very short time they can
Become a monster.
This is the horror of the Demon River. Even the Blood Feather River, the last of the six rivers, is enough to overturn the world.
Blood Feather River's exclusive ability is to control demon spirits.
The Wuluo Demonic Insect is not a rare and powerful monster, but it cannot match the number of such a huge sea. Moreover, the Wuluo Demonic Insect feeds on Yin and Essence Qi. Whether it is an immortal cultivator or a ghost cultivator, it is twice as powerful as this thing.
Have a headache.
The amount of blood flowing out of Balian's body at this moment determines how many Wu Luo demon insects he can attract. At this moment, he is completely using his own blood to fight for his life.
Fang Geyu felt a little weird and looked at Bailian as if he were a monster: "You have only been in the city for a few days, and you already know how to use this river ability correctly?"
Over the past thousands of years, Liuhe has passed through the hands of many people, and how many people have been swallowed into ashes by the power of this river of blood.
The violent demonic nature in the blood river cannot be easily suppressed by ordinary people. Once it enters the body, it will be rooted in the heart like a stubborn and deep-rooted demonic seed.
Since ancient times, there have been no more than five people who can refine the power of the blood river into their bodies and successfully control it.
Not to mention that in just a few days, he was able to master the methods and tricks of controlling monsters.
Balian's half-kneeling body was a little shaky. He said: "I can't really control these. Now my cultivation is too weak. It's very difficult to control such a large number of monsters. These monsters may get out of control at any time. Let's get out of here first."
, find a safe place, Fang Geyu, you..."
The swarms of Wuluo demons and insects that were able to be temporarily controlled by his thoughts rushed towards Youguilang, temporarily resisting Youguilang's pursuit.
Balian retracted his palm, his body swayed slightly, and his consciousness was unfavorably distracted due to excessive blood loss.
His eyes calmly settled on the girl's snow-white neck, hesitated for a moment, and said: "Fang Geyu, if your body can still hold on, can you give me...a few bites later."
I don't know if it was Fang Geyu's illusion, but I always felt that this guy deliberately avoided using the word "bite" when he spoke.
Fang Geyu was a little displeased: "Have two bites? Do you think I belong to Dabai Mantou? I'll give you two bites."
The thirst for blood gradually rising in the body made Balian's thoughts unclear, and he could not speak clearly at this moment.
Without thinking, he said what was in his heart: "Fang Geyu is not a big white steamed bun, but a soft small white steamed bun."
Fang Geyu's face suddenly turned blood red: "You! You are a disciple!"
Ahead, a burst of overwhelming green yin fire burned almost half of the blood-red insect swarm, but then more demonic insects surged out from the sword marks on the earth, and Balian felt a burst of consciousness coming from his mind.
His expression changed due to the sharp sting. It was too late to explain too much to Fang Geyu. He endured the pain in his body and stood up. He grabbed one of Fang Geyu's wrists and ran towards the exit.
"Don't say so much now, get out of here quickly!"
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