Although these two women usually care about everything.
But today, Yin Baishuang suffered such a big loss at the hands of Su Jing, but she didn't get angry.
In the battle by the lake, although she and Su Jing both broke through the tribulation at the same time, this was undoubtedly a great joy for both Taixuan Sect and Cangwu Palace.
However, Yin Baishuang didn't seem to be very interested.
At this time, the sword wound on her abdomen had stopped bleeding. There was Balian's Suzaku Qin between her legs, and her thin white fingertips randomly fiddled with the strings twice, stirring up bursts of clear and transcendent sounds.
There was a hint of sarcasm in her eyes, and she said: "Looking at the material, it should be paulownia wood taken from Zhonghua Mountain. The strings are made from the hair of the banshee Xue Ji in Tongque Mountain. The piano has the charm of gold and stone, and the sound is like gold and stone."
It is clear and moist, the four strings sound like cracked silk, and the qin is actually a fine guqin..."
Yin Baishuang's fingers lightly touched the red lines of the Suzaku dark fire on the piano's surface, and the sneer on her lips became a little colder.
She pushed the Suzaku that was placed between her legs and threw it to the ground. She sneered: "There is also a guardian spirit sealed in this piano, but this spirit is not the Suzaku spirit. I'm afraid your plan will not work."
It’s going to fail.”
Not Suzaku?
Bai Lian looked surprised and puzzled, but he saw that the painting on the piano was indeed the sacred bird Suzaku.
He pondered and said: "That day when I was in the ghost house in Xianling City, Prince Yingxiu personally said that this harp is a sacred object of the Zhongyou Dynasty. If the one sealed in it is not Suzaku, then what else can it be?"
Yin Baishuang sneered again and again: "Yingxiu? How can a person recognize anything if his eyes are all decorated with pen and ink?"
Ye Shu had heard about various deeds of the Zhongyou Dynasty in his early years.
In the past two hundred years, Prince Zhongyou Yingxiu has traveled all over the world, slaying demons and helping people, and he has gained a great reputation.
Although he came from Zhongyou, he was very good at making friends and had a good reputation as Zhou Zhengjia.
Although he has never met the Prince of Zhongyou, he met Su Jing and Yin Baishuang, who are both sons of Heaven, in the earth today, and he thought that the temperament and talents of the Prince with the same name should not be much different.
go.
Why do I hear so much disdain from Miss Yin now?
Ye Shu puzzled: "Eyes decorated with pen and ink? What does Palace Master Yin mean by this? Could it be that Prince Yingxiu was born with an eye disease?"
After asking this question, Yin Baishuang couldn't help but his eyes darkened, knowing that he had spoken too quickly and said something he shouldn't have said.
She looked gloomy and changed the topic: "Although Suzaku was born in Jiuyou, he was raised and raised by Emperor Taiyin, and was passed down to Zhongyou in later generations, passed down from generation to generation.
Its protective significance is extremely important to every citizen of the Zhongyou Dynasty.
It is difficult to have Zhuque heirs. There are only two of them in the past thousand years, so they must be cherished and cherished by Empress Ji.
In this case, how could she deprive the Suzaku of its soul, sacrifice it to the harp, and refine it into a weapon spirit?"
"Zhongyou's sacred object? How ridiculous! Not to mention that Ying Ji would not do such a cruel act. Anyone in the world who dares to use the spirit of the Suzaku into the weapon will probably become the biggest mortal enemy of Zhongyou Imperial City."
Although what Yin Baishuang said made sense, Balian always felt that she seemed to have missed something, and he couldn't help but frown deeply: "If the spirit in the piano is not a Suzaku, then what is it?"
"I'm not the owner of this piano, so how can I know what the hell it is?"
Yin Baishuang rolled her eyes in a bad temper.
"Although the art of Zhongyou's deceitful way is disliked by all the countries in the world and regards it as an evil art, the method of practicing the art of deception is not suitable for humans with low spiritual roots or no spiritual roots at all.
However, the words are particularly friendly, so some monks with no background and qualifications in the human world are particularly fond of the treacherous way.
In the early years, although the human monks rejected Zhongyou Imperial City, Zhongyou Imperial City was located at the junction of the Nether World and the human world, and it taught all human countries alike.
Therefore, the Taiyin Temple was set up in the city to teach Taoism to the world, so some people worshiped the Suzaku and used the winged bird to imitate the spirit into the vessel, which is understandable."
According to Yin Baishuang, the instrument spirit in this piano is probably just a replica similar to the Vermillion Bird Spirit.
In this case, the wish to use the magic technique of Zhongyou to awaken the Suzaku in the Qin to deal with the Dark Dragon is probably going to come to nothing.
Yin Baishuang glanced at Balian, with a look of confusion on her face.
"I'm afraid the person who made this piano has some skills. The breath of the Suzaku in this piano is very real. If it weren't for the fact that the Suzaku is the holy spirit protected by the Zhongyou Dynasty, I would doubt whether this piano is real. I am very
I’m curious, where did you get this thing not long after you entered the world?”
Balian didn't want to deceive Yin Baishuang, but now in front of Ye Shu, he couldn't say that this piano was a coffin board that would be covered with him after his death, right?
Perhaps seeing his dilemma, Yin Baishuang waved his hand again and said: "Forget it, I'm not very interested in this matter, but if you still don't give up, I can teach you the secret method of summoning the weapon spirit."
I’ll give it to you, but if you just want to use this harp to conquer the Dark Dragon, I’m afraid it’s a fantasy.”
Bai Lian pondered and said: "Then according to Miss Yin's statement, if the real Suzaku spirit can be summoned, will it be able to bring down this dark dragon?"
Yin Baishuang answered very steadily: "You may not have the strength to fight, but..." She raised her hand and glanced at Bai Lian lightly, and said: "Ten thousand steps back, you really summoned the Vermillion Bird Spirit, but you are not
Being of Zhongyou royal family’s blood, and having not learned the art of controlling spirits, he is unable to exert the true spiritual power of Suzaku, which is also a loss.”
She did not hide the contempt in her words, but when Balian heard it, he felt that the overly obvious contempt in her words seemed to be hiding another layer of subtlety that was unknown to everyone.
Hope.
There is not much time left for Balian.
Even with the Dragon-Slaying Sword to restrain the dragon's tail, Afutu could not contain the Minglong for long. After learning Zhongyou's spirit-controlling formula from Yin Baishuang, Bailian found a high place to climb with his piano on his back, overlooking the huge mountains.
Dragon body.
The rolling magma has begun to burn out waves of black and purple flames, and the evil spirits trapped in the earth's veins are once again restless.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Wildfires are everywhere, dragons are roaming the abyss, ghosts are following you like shadows, and the surrounding scene is like a doomsday that will engulf the world.
Ten miles away from the dragon's belly, there is a natural mine that is inaccessible to water and fire.
On top of the mountain cave, there are eight round white stones hidden in the four corners. Baili'an sits on the rock and touches the red and flowing red Suzaku drawing on the surface of the piano.
The dark ground stones and flowing fire merged together, and the dark underground world was dotted with dots of halo, illuminating the patterns of the divine birds on the piano surface.
The bright red flowing colors are like mottled blood, forming a series of beautiful and mysterious patterns.
Her fingers were gently entangled on the sharp strings, and Xue Ji's flexible hair instantly cut her fingertips, and blood overflowed and fell into the bird's pupils.
As if given life, the entire pattern instantly became alive.
The sound of phoenixes echoed between heaven and earth.
At the same time, a flaming phantom of a Suzaku spread its wings behind Bailian, and the clear sound of hoofbeats passed by his ears. Bailian's expression was in a trance for a moment, as if he was slightly confused.
His fingers rose and fell, the sound of the piano sounded quietly, and the dark patterns on the surface of the piano were lit up with brilliance. The brilliance seeped out of the strings, lingering softly on Balian's fingertips.
The guqin is silent, and the spirit of the instrument is silent.
But at this moment, the warm touch on the fingertips actually inexplicably overlapped with the intimacy of the years and the sadness that spread silently.
The familiar aura penetrates the fingertips and flows deeply into the heart.
He stopped playing the string, but the sound was still there.
The silver strings buzzed and trembled, as if weeping, but also as if they had been lonely for thousands of years and suddenly met an old friend.
The red-gold flowing fire phantom fluttered from behind Balian.
The people at the lake ten miles away seemed to be observing for a moment.
But in the magma fire, the huge dragon body seemed to have awakened some kind of talent, and its dragon scales stood up strangely, as if it smelled something extremely dangerous.
The unplayed strings sing to themselves, and the sad meaning in them is as if they have been carrying thousands of miles of mountains and rivers alone for many years. On the day when the strings are played, they sing for only one person.
Balian didn't know why, but because of the sound of the string, he felt very hot. He turned around in excitement, ready to touch the flow of fire shadow wings behind him.
In the illusive and blurry light, it fluttered its wings and flew towards him with great joy.
"cracking!!!!!"
At this moment, the wind passed over the rocks and stirred up fine dust.
The wind was not strong, but it contained an extremely terrifying force, erasing all traces of living things.
The wing shadows in the phantom of flowing fire let out a sad and violent cry, and the wings instantly exploded into countless light dust, dissipating like light snow.
There was a cracking sound, and one of the main strings on the piano surface broke. The divinity in the piano was unable to support it and gradually disappeared.
Bailian's outstretched hand froze in the empty air for a moment.
He didn't know what happened. His eyes were filled with tears and his heart was empty, as if an important part of his body had suddenly been ripped open.
A middle-aged man wearing simple clothes and light robe appeared out of thin air in the place where darkness and fire intersect.
Although his appearance was ordinary, his temperament was calm and his expression was calm. A pair of extremely mysterious and profound eyes stared at Balian with an unpredictable expression.
Balian heard the footsteps that were not deliberately concealed.
But before that, he didn't sense the presence of any breath at all.
Even the eight chess pieces that Miss Yin gave him were lying peacefully in their own place without any change at the moment.
This person is actually able to see space as nothing, walk straight without any obstruction, and no one will notice anything strange.
The hand that was frozen in mid-air was slowly taken back by Balian.
He was facing the direction of his footsteps, and the ups and downs of his chest were very weak, but the Corpse Demon didn't need to breathe, and this slight ups and downs silently expressed Balian's anger.
The middle-aged man said calmly: "This makes me angry."
"Why……"
"Maybe I shouldn't have kept this weapon spirit from the beginning."
Bailian paused for a moment and then said: "You know me."
The man pondered for a moment and then said: "Perhaps it would be better for you to address me as 'you'."
"I don't deny that you are very powerful." Balian did not change his title.
"Are you angry?" The man asked a similar question again.
Balian thought for a while and replied seriously: "Yes, I am very angry."
The middle-aged man's originally emotionless tone suddenly became a little cold: "Do you think you have the right to be angry in front of me now?"
Balian was speechless.
The middle-aged man continued: "Do you think you can use the power of the Suzaku Spirit to turn the tide and get rid of the predicament today?"
Bailian's fists in his sleeves tightened slightly, and he could hear the extremely contemptuous meaning in his words, but he still did not speak.
The middle-aged man walked towards him step by step, looking at him with a look of extreme disappointment: "Do you know what kind of person has the right to be angry?"
Without giving Balian a chance to speak, the middle-aged man raised a finger and pointed slightly in the direction of Minglong seemingly casually.
There was no bells and whistles, no spiritual power attached, and Balian didn't even feel any energy fluctuations.
This finger seemed to open up a small world. It was clear that Balian's eyes were poisoned and the whole world was black.
But this finger entered his dark world very clearly.
He could clearly see how he pointed out this casual and domineering finger. Wherever his finger pointed, the aura space changed drastically.
On the part of the body of the Dark Dragon that he hit, the dragon scales were like tiles lifted up by the hurricane, with pieces mottled, broken, and flying.
The man crossed over to Balian, and his plain voice was born with the power to strike at the heart: "I will let you know that a true overlord will not be swayed by such incompetent, powerless, and useless emotions."
As his words fell, Balian seemed to be pulled into a strange world for an instant.
He clearly saw the man stretch out his right hand towards Minglong, and then he grasped one of its horns very naturally and calmly, and gently pulled Minglong out of the world like he was trying to retrieve something from a bag.
come out.
Amidst the terrifying roar of the dragon, the flowing magma turned into tiny bits of light in the dark and cold body of the Dark Dragon.
The next moment, the tiny bits of flowing fire turned into bright sparks.
Stars are twinkling as far as the eye can see, the heaven and earth are vast when looking down, and the vastness of the world appears vaguely between the sea and the sky, as far away as a dream.
Baili Zhan is located in a distant sea of stars. This is not a world of earth veins, and it is definitely not a demon world.
The environment is like a cloud, but also seems to transcend the nine heavens.
Because the sun, moon and stars are all under your feet.
At this moment, he is standing above all living beings and above the six realms. This is an unimaginable height.
Balian's vision changed, and dreams and awakenings intertwined, but he knew clearly that this was not a dream, and it was definitely not an illusion.
But just in the blink of an eye, that man took away Minglong and him from that world.
This is a real world and an unimaginable world.
Balian's whole body was frozen, and his soul was trembling. In this cold body, there was a blazing wildfire burning crazily.
The man stood not far in front of him, facing away from the huge dragon head.
The Dark Dragon kept roaring at him. Its huge body was a terrifying existence that destroyed mountains and cracked the earth whenever it moved. However, in this sea of stars, it was as small and weak as a drop in the sky and earth, so insignificant.
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