Bai Lian immediately summoned the Qiu Shui Sword and chased him to the riverside.
The river water exudes the feeling of an icy underworld, corroding the bone marrow. The crystal clear river water that was seen not long ago is now murky than ink.
There was a woman washing her feet by the river. The water was up to her knees. She had bright red clothes, pale skin, and delicate and elegant makeup on her face. Miao Miao Qingyu was falling all over the place. She was humming an elegant ancient tune, giving people a sense of comfort.
A hazy beauty.
She suddenly looked back and looked at Bai Lian, her eyes were empty, her eyes were fixed, and she said without any emotion: "Falled into the River of Forgetfulness, walked to the underworld, dreamed of the other side, and entered the deep grave."
This woman's makeup is exquisite, but her facial features cannot be remembered, giving people a strange feeling of being empty and empty.
Balian keenly caught the corpse spots behind her ears, and her bright red dress hung on the water, trailing a pool of blood.
Their eyes met for a brief moment, and Balian said in a deep voice: "The Yellow River and the Forgotten River are the paths of the dead. The living have not yet passed away. Please lend me a way to bring her back."
The female ghost looked at him deeply and steadily, without saying a word. Her legs swayed gently in the river water, and the blood color spread deeper. I don't know what had disturbed her, but a strand of long black hair climbed from the river water like a wall.
The tiger spreads out.
Balian stepped into the black hair, and his ankles were tightly entangled with the long wet hair. A huge force came and dragged him into the cold river water.
As soon as he entered the world of icy river water, Balian placed the sword finger of his left hand firmly on his temple, and activated two clear sword intents to cut away the dark aura in the river in front of him.
He followed the force of the black hair and not long after he dived, he saw a mass of thick black hair wrapping Su Jing tightly around her and dragging her towards the bottom of the river.
The Qiu Shui Sword trembled, came out of his hand, and turned into a beam of rapid light that broke through the water.
The black hair was floating and swimming in the river like seaweed, and a cold and pale face emerged from the black hair.
The scarlet cracked red lips and the double black eyes were the face of a woman. She opened her big blood-red mouth towards the incoming Qiu Shui Sword and screamed silently.
There was obviously no sound, but it made Balian's eardrums and heart tingle, and the Qiu Shui Sword's spiritual power was also lost. Balian had no choice but to recall it, use the sword in the water, and chase after him.
The hair demon clung to Su Jing, and her pure white clothes were like a pale and deserted flower, swaying on the bottom of the river.
Her sleeping face was as pale as frost and snow.
Quiet and beautiful.
But she no longer gives people a strong temperament, but instead makes people feel that she is so weak and helpless.
A woman who was once so cold and powerful was now powerless to resist. Even the love-cutting sword that was carried behind her, which frightened the evil spirits in all directions, was trapped in its sheath and showed no sharp edge.
The river is dark and deep.
Balian frowned and put the Autumn Water Sword into the green jade. With the chirping of birds, the Suzaku coffin came out. The red Suzaku pattern was like the only burning fire on the dark river bottom.
The scarlet bird's eyes were as bright as fire. He used his palms hard and slapped the red bird coffin to the side of the haired demon.
Sure enough, the ominous and pale banshee with black hair suddenly showed a look of fear and fear, her face was pulled back in her hair, and then she disappeared.
The black hair in the water was swept by the Suzaku Coffin, and burned instantly like silk cotton soaked in tung oil.
There was a huge formation of water waves, and the black hair that was tightly wrapped around Su Jing suddenly came loose.
Su Jing, who lost the restraint of demonic power, slowly floated toward the water like a weightless feather.
Balian cut off the black hair from his wrist, swam towards Su Jing, put his arms around her slender and soft waist, looked at her pale complexion, couldn't help but hold her wrist, and felt for her pulse.
This exploration is actually a sign of death.
But she didn't have any fatal injuries on her body, so why was she so weak?
It's not trauma...
Bailian's heart suddenly became enlightened, her fingers formed a sword finger, and she pointed at the center of Su Jing's eyebrows, and a ray of spiritual power slowly entered her spiritual palace.
Regardless of whether they are cultivators or ordinary humans, their souls are in the spiritual treasure house.
He originally thought that with his cultivation in the Tuohai realm, he would never be able to successfully invade the spiritual world of a great spiritual practitioner like Su Jing in one go.
He was even prepared for her soul to bite him back.
But I never imagined that it would be extremely smooth.
The reason for the success is not complicated, because Su Jing's soul has been extremely weak and has no soul to guard the spiritual mansion.
Out of three souls and seven souls, she only had one soul left to keep this body from decay.
Bailian's mind was shaken.
Where did her three souls and six souls go?!
No wonder Su Jing has a body that summons yin, but he can rely on his strong soul and abundant spiritual power to make hundreds of ghosts retreat and panic.
Now it is only supported by a small body, and the empty skin will naturally attract the covetousness of countless ghosts and monsters.
Balian was certain that at this moment, even a little devil with a little bit of cultivation could occupy her body.
At this moment, he clearly understood that no matter how hard he tried to save her, he would only be saving an empty body.
No matter how she nursed her body back to health, no matter how precious the elixirs and elixirs she took, Su Jing would never be able to wake up as long as her other three souls and six souls did not return.
Carrying her on the road was undoubtedly in the endless darkness, wearing a bright light that attracted countless moths and fireflies.
As soon as this thought settled in my heart, in the dark river, countless pale green eyes flashed with greedy and ominous light, surrounding him from all directions, with teeth and claws bared, as if they were about to pounce at any time and devour everything.
All.
What's even more frightening is that there seems to be something even more terrifying in that deep world at the bottom of the river, smelling a fatally seductive aura exuding from Su Jing's body.
In the silence that had been silent for countless years, there was a huge and dull heartbeat, and the eyes of the Yin spirit monsters hidden in the entire river showed fear and excitement.
Every inch of the river water here is immersed in an uneasy throbbing.
what to do?
Brian was in a desperate situation.
He glanced at the pale woman sleeping peacefully in his arms.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! He held her in his arms, and the two of them seemed so small in the silent river world.
This woman is called Su Jing.
A sword once penetrated his chest.
He once threw him into a desperate situation of life and death.
Maybe when she wakes up, she will destroy demons and protect the Tao, and kill the corpse demons that are not tolerated by the immortal Tao of the world.
He saved him and carried her all the way.
The kindness has been exhausted.
Why continue to hold on to an empty body and skin.
I don’t know when the three souls and six souls will return. Maybe his persistence is a joke, or maybe her soul has been blown away and eaten by the ghosts in the ghost mountain.
When the soul can no longer support the body and the weakness dissipates, the body will return to decay, and everything will return to dust, and dust to dust.
Everything he was doing seemed pointless.
In the depths of darkness, the unknown and mysterious oppressive force is getting closer and closer, like a terrifying giant spirit waking up from more ancient times.
The long-term hunger makes every heartbeat sound like it is actually telling its terrible need to eat.
At this moment, as long as he gently lets go, she will sink into another world that she cannot see.
The femininities that smell the smell will also chase and bite them like crazy.
He will return home safe and sound.
She will be broken into pieces.
The world of cultivation is inherently so cruel.
The clear sound of running water passed through my ears.
As if he had done enough to comfort himself, Balian took a deep look at the beautiful face of the woman in his arms, and then slowly closed his eyes.
I don’t know if it’s because I can’t bear to watch it anymore, or because of something else.
The hand on her waist... slowly let go.
But the woman in his arms was still in the boy's arms, and her long black hair was floating quietly in the cold river water like beautiful seaweed, and their hair was tangled together.
One of her helpless hands hung around the young man's waist at some point. Her movements were natural and smooth, and she grabbed his belt.
Just like Balian carried her all the way.
Balian didn't open his eyes, as if he didn't notice anything.
But she slowly opened her beautiful eyes. 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.