Balian only felt that his vision was scarlet, and despite being seriously injured, his heart was unusually numb.
He knew clearly that if he was struck again, even his corpse demon body would not be able to escape the fate of being smashed into pieces.
But he strangely felt that his emotions had calmed down to the extreme. Balian raised his eyes, the blood in his eyes gradually faded, and a burning mysterious fire mark ignited between his eyebrows. He raised his lips and spoke in a cold voice.
It surprised even him.
"presumptuous."
It wasn't very harsh, and the voice was extremely calm, but it made the giant creature beneath him tremble violently, and the arm that was about to fall trembled violently, as if it was naturally suppressed by some noble bloodline.
The raised bone arm was retracted obediently.
Bai Lian stood up and lifted up Ji Ying's bones with all his strength.
Most of the swallowed body was completely separated from the giant bone body.
Just at a certain moment when she pulled out her other arm, there was a brief moment of stagnation, as if something had stuck.
When her body was completely rescued, the fire marks on Balian's eyebrows disappeared in an instant, and he fell backwards as if all his strength had been exhausted. The bones in his arms fell on him uncontrollably, and the one who had been whipped
The rescued bone-white palm seemed to be holding something. After spreading it out, it tightly grasped the end of the jade flute in his hand.
Balian felt that the cold jade-like flute in his hand suddenly became hot. Looking sideways, the piccolo, which was originally as white as frost and jade, was now covered with blood-like lines.
The blood streaks continued to gather under the bones of Ji Ying's hand. As her palm slipped, the threads gathered toward the end of the jade flute. The flute body quickly returned to its original color, moistening the jade white color.
The only thing that changed was that a small blood-red bead was embedded at the end of the jade flute, like a drop of blood soaked into the jade.
Balian frowned slightly. At this moment, he heard the angry and mad roar of Yougui Lang in the distance.
In this way, it is not difficult to guess that the drop of blood on this jade is probably the legendary Devil May Cry Bead.
Fang Geyu stepped on the gold leaves and escaped, his face full of confusion and blankness after being shocked.
A dark cloud above Bailian's head quickly condensed into frost, and rumbles of thunder were brewing in the clouds.
As if he noticed something, Fang Geyu's expression became extremely complex and exciting: "Do you know what this momentum is?"
Balian rubbed his eyebrows with a headache: "Thunder disaster caused by breaking the realm."
Fang Geyu looked at him like a monster: "Since ancient times, only the realm of transcending tribulation can lead to thunder catastrophe. In the battle just now, you broke through seven small realms, and now you have begun to cross the middle realm.
I can only say that this kind of phenomenon is unprecedented and will never be seen again, but now, you just break through a Takumi realm and cause a thunder disaster, this is too ridiculous!"
Balian showed a helpless smile.
Fang Geyu said with a cold face: "How do you plan to survive this disaster?"
Balian smiled faintly, but there was no trace of despair or fear on his face: "As long as you breathe, hope will never be extinguished."
He raised his head and glanced at the dark clouds in the sky above his head, and did not forget the other party Geyu's instructions: "Stand far away, don't be affected by the thunder... uh."
Halfway through the words, Balian looked embarrassed.
Fang Geyu widened his eyes and looked at the menacing clouds in the sky. There were several thunderclaps brewing there, creating an extremely terrifying momentum. When the people who had overcome the tribulation wanted to worship with "sincerity and fear"
With two glances, they dispersed again.
Emotions are just for empty cannons.
"Hey, this is your thunder disaster. What did you do to it to make it run so fast?" Fang Geyu was a little dumbfounded.
Balian said blankly: "I didn't do anything, I just glanced at it..."
Fang Geyu sighed and looked at him as if he was in a dream: "Is this going to expand the sea?"
Balian nodded honestly, feeling a little stiff in his heart: "I guess so."
She poked his flute with her finger: "What's the origin of this thing? It's actually more powerful than my blue talisman?"
Balian didn't know how to answer. Although Sister Wen told him that this was his flute, he had no memory of his life, so he didn't know the answer.
What's more, what makes him feel inexplicable is that this jade flute is exquisite, small, beautiful in outline, and moist in jade quality. It belongs to a woman no matter what, so why does she say it belongs to him.
At this moment, a voice sounded, answering the question for Bai Lian: "If I haven't sensed anything wrong, this should be made of the Yin Jade from the Senluo King's Palace."
Balian glanced at the female heroic spirit from Zhongyou: "Why are you kneeling to me?"
It turned out that the female heroic spirit Hongying, who was standing far away on the treetops, floated over at some point and was kneeling on the ground talking to him.
With the black gauze covering her face, she could see a blind band hanging down the back of this female hero's neck. She seemed to have an eye problem.
Hongying pursed her somewhat heroic lips, and lowered her head lower when she heard Bailian's voice. Her tone of voice was pious and respectful, even to the Ghost Sword Master Yingxiu, which she had never shown before.
"Your Highness, you don't know. Yin jade is the king jade of Zhongyou. It was ordered by Jiuyou Houtu. It is a symbol of supreme power. Yin jade is rare and rare. It comes from Jiuyou Senming. According to common sense, it is above the sky.
All over the world, this jade is unique."
Hearing this, Fang Geyu's expression changed.
Balian played with the flute in his hand, lowered his head and muttered: "This jade is precious, what does it have to do with you kneeling down on me?"
This time, before Hongying could speak, Fang Geyu spoke with a somewhat complicated tone.
"The unique Yin jade she talks about is not the jade flute in your hand. In Zhongyou Dynasty, Yin jade is the seal, and the constitution of imperial power is called Yin Xi. In other words, the Zhongyou Emperor's Seal is controlled by the current empress Ying Ji.
It is made of Yin Jade, which is related to the foundation and royal power of the entire Zhongyou Dynasty. There will never be another one in this world."
Good guy, this means that Yin Jade is used to make the imperial seal of the Zhongyou Dynasty, and it is uniquely precious.
However, this unique treasure was made into a flute by him during his lifetime...
Balian began to feel a little uneasy. What was his origin during his lifetime?
He looked at the heroic spirit Hongying who was kneeling respectfully, was silent for a moment, and asked: "Did you just call me Your Highness?"
Hongying: "Yes."
"But your highness should be Mr. Ghost Sword."
Hongying tugged her lips lightly, but there was no smile on her lips. She whispered: "Even if the Yin King of the Zhongyou Dynasty is here, when he sees His Highness holding this jade flute in his hand, he has to call out respectfully.
Your Highness."
Zhongyou is not as powerful as the Immortal Sect in the Central Plains. It does not have the world-famous Thirteen Swords of Tianxi, Cangwu Shizang Palace, and Taixuan Nine Classics.
But on the land covered by Zhongyou Houtu, there are three Yin Kings.
The Yin King never sets foot in the world outside Zhongyou, and behaves in a low-key manner, which even makes some third-rate forces unable to remember their names.
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