This situation, one after another, is so unexpected that even the sect leader may have miscalculated.
This little devil's abilities were obviously restrained against her.
With her spiritual veins sealed, she has no ability to fight back in front of such a ghost.
In the blink of an eye, the kid took advantage of the victory and jumped in front of Yun Rong.
The devouring ghostly energy is enough to kill!
Just being forced to inhale a few wisps of dark and vicious ghost energy made her heart feel as if it was suddenly grasped tightly by an invisible ghost claw. The pain made her breath tight, her vision became narrow and blurred, and her consciousness became dizzy.
dizziness.
Although Yun Rong did not intend to sit still and wait for death, she found that she was unable to change the desperate fact. She did not even have the ability to recite the sword-protecting spell to destroy the soul of the Snow Sword.
However, neither of the two people in the house realized that there was a cat here.
A furry claw stretched out from the side, leading her to look at five sharp claws protruding from the pink and soft flesh pad.
There were still silver threads from her clothes hanging between the claws, which looked a little funny and a little ridiculous.
The short paw hooked on the thread fell into her sight and began to become slender and strong, with clear knuckles and warm fingertips.
Her shoulders were slightly heavy, and the hand passed through her hair, shielding her from the wind and rain from all directions and killing her.
Then, Yun Rong's blurred vision could no longer clearly see the scene in front of him.
In the midst of the chaos, she vaguely heard the ghost boy's shrill and angry howl. A handful of warm liquid splashed onto her cheek, and a slightly sweet orangutan flavor spread on the tip of her nose. Her consciousness was completely groggy and she fell into darkness.
I don't know how much time passed, but when Yun Rong woke up again, she was no longer in that small wooden house, but lying in the slightly moist soil.
We are facing a night lake. The surface of the lake is lightly scaly, reflected in the dark blue of the night, with the sound of cicadas ringing in the air, and the mist enveloping the moon in the cold water.
Yun Rong pushed herself up to sit up straight, feeling a dull pain in her head that was almost splitting. She adjusted her breath for a moment, and the heaviness of her physical body dissipated a bit, and her dizzy consciousness gradually solidified.
As the spiritual platform gradually stabilized and consciousness gradually returned, Yun Rong immediately touched his left shoulder.
There is nothing on my shoulders, the peach blossoms are no longer there.
Yun Rong's breath tightened, and his eyebrows slowly raised. Regardless of his physical weakness, he was about to get up reluctantly.
"Are you looking for me?" At this time, a voice as clear and clear as the wind came from the side.
Yun Rong couldn't be more familiar with that voice!
She turned around suddenly, reacted extremely, and looked at the boy under the peach tree in disbelief.
The afterglow of the moonlight shines through the cracks in the trees, casting cold shadows on his clothes. The trees sway in the wind, and flowers fall all over his body. He is so handsome that he is breathtakingly handsome.
He stood under the tree and smiled, looked at Yun Rong, suddenly raised his right hand like a cat scratching a person, and meowed cleanly.
Yun Rong's body was severely shaken.
Bailian walked over slowly, knelt down in front of Yun Rong, and sighed helplessly: "Senior sister's naming skills are really below par, peach blossom peach blossom, how can any man choose such a tacky name?"
name."
Yun Rong's expression was a little blank, as if he hadn't reacted yet: "Junior brother???"
What's even worse is that her junior brother is actually Tao Hua?!!!
Yun Rong's bright eyes stared closely at Bailian, who was only wearing a thin shirt and had not yet fully transformed into a human.
The two fluffy ears are still propped on the head, and the familiar cat tail hangs behind him, sliding around on the ground.
That coat color is obviously peach blossom!
The dizziness that Yun Rong finally calmed down became intense again.
She rubbed her brows, feeling both amused and moved in her heart: "Junior brother, why did you come to Xiaozhoushan like this? I didn't even notice it at all?"
As he spoke, he couldn't help but want to touch the ears on his head.
The peach-blossom cat is the junior brother, and the junior brother is the peach-blossom cat.
No wonder she, who had never loved dogs or cats since she was a child, suddenly fell in love with a little wild cat.
He clings to her day and night, trying his best to make delicious food for her.
Have you ever seen a cat that would roast small fish and shrimp before eating them?
Emotion turned out to be her junior brother all along?!!!
No wonder the virtues of drunkenness are exactly the same!
Balian smiled and suppressed her groping hand. He looked at her and said seriously: "Senior sister, now I am a cat with nine lives. I am not afraid of your sword."
Yun Rong's hand touching his head suddenly stiffened. The smile on her face disappeared and her face became extremely serious: "What do you mean?"
Bailian said: "Senior sister, don't worry, my real body is not here. What you see now is just an incarnation of me. I used the secret technique of Penglai to refine this nine-life cat incarnation, but
Be your new sword spirit."
The nine-life cat belongs to the demon clan and is perfect for inscribing sword spirits.
The Nine-Life Cat has long been extinct in the human world and only exists in book records. Balian used the various information about the Nine-Life Cat in the book records to understand the structure of its demon body and the distribution of demon souls and demon veins in the body.
towards.
Finally, he used the improved technique of stealing the moon and exchanging the sun to deduce a new cat with nine lives from the virtual world, and then divided its soul into the virtual world and transformed it into reality, thus creating such an external incarnation of nine lives.
It's just that the ability of these nine lives is only aimed at this incarnation, but is useless for the original body.
But Balian didn't feel sorry.
Yun Rong's brows grew colder, and he didn't show much happiness on his face: "To become a sword spirit, you must first die and enter the weapon to become a spirit. Even if it is an incarnation outside the body, if you want to become my sword spirit, that means you must
How about experiencing death first? Junior brother, do you want me to kill you with my own hands?"
"I'm not afraid of death." Balian said softly, "I'm just afraid... that you will be wronged after marrying me."
A very light word, without any weight, but it made Yun Rong feel as if his heart had been hit hard.
Looking at Qing Jun's eyebrows and eyes so close at hand, her mind fell into a blank state of confusion for the first time, and she bit her lip unconsciously.
In this deep and long night, with no one around the lakeside, Yun Rong actually felt like he was suddenly being pampered by others.
But he was his junior brother, the junior brother who she watched being born from the womb of Empress Yingji, and who grew up as she watched her grow up.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! She is nearly sixty years older than him, and she is old enough to be his grandmother in this world.
Even though they were married, Yun Rong always looked after him as a junior deep down in his heart.
But at this moment, she suddenly found a trace of a husband in him.
However, to become her husband, you have to kill her... This does not look like the way a normal couple should get along.
Yun Rong frowned.
Balian smiled and said: "Senior sister, there is no need to be embarrassed. In this current situation, all you need to do is engrave it on me, and I will be your sword spirit."
As he spoke, he slowly pulled down his clothes, and saw that under the dark thin shirt, a large area was soaked red with blood, and a shocking scar was left on his heart, with only half a weakly beating heart left inside.
Finally, the strong spirit on his face gradually faded away, and his eyes were covered with a layer of gray death.
But he still smiled to himself: "It's my first time to transform into a spirit. This body has not yet grown up, and is still in the form of a young demon. Now my power is limited, so I can't fight that ghost boy for the time being.
For this plan, only if Senior Sister takes me in, refines the sword spirit, and recalls the Snow-Cleaning Sword, can we defeat the ghost boy."
Yun Rong looked at the bright red wound on his chest, and her body shivered. She suddenly thought of something and subconsciously touched her cheek.
Her cheeks were smooth and clean, not stained with any blood. It seemed that he had wiped them clean while she was in coma.
"Senior sister..." Balian said softly: "How can the mortals of this mountain be blamed? If that kid doesn't kill him as soon as possible, everyone here will probably die under its ghostly energy. Now this is the only way."
Yun Rong's eyelashes trembled slightly when she heard this, but in the end she said nothing. Her eyes were clear and scorching, and she slowly raised a hand.
Balian immediately understood and leaned forward to kiss her fingertips, as if he was completing some kind of sacred ritual.
Her fingertips became clear, emitting a silvery white light like a star.
"Look up." Yun Rong said softly.
The wild forest is quiet, peach blossoms and blue lakes. The wind blows her sleeves, and a hint of white color is faintly revealed between her wrists.
Balian raised his head as he was told, his cold fingertips fell down, and his eyebrows seemed to be covered with thin snow.
The rules of heaven and earth flashed in the spiritual platform, and the spiritual contract was established.
The next moment, Bai Lian felt that a sword embryo formed by a light mist suddenly appeared in the spiritual sea. In the dark, the sword embryo seemed to be in line with the truth of the Taoism with the invisible Xue Xue Sword in the distance, and there was an added strangeness.
A connection that cannot be severed.
The feeling of sleepiness swept over me like a sea.
However, Balian knew clearly that he was experiencing a death. His body temperature was taken away by the wind of the night lake, and his eyes gradually became dull.
As Yun Rong's fingers moved away from his eyebrows, he felt as if his soul was being pulled out of his body along with that hand and no longer belonged to him.
He slowly fell down, and Yun Rong gently took over his cold, gray body.
After a long time, she slowly raised her head, and a silver sword light flashed in her dark eyes.
In the dark night around me, the soul fire gathered like quicksand, dividing the world into the third stunning color with clear black and white.
Yun Rong slowly stood up from the lakeside, the wind blowing slightly on her face, and her skirt, lifted up by the silvery white soul fire around her, was like ripples on the water.
The black hair and blue silk threads were constantly flying in the wind and flowing fire, and occasionally some strands covered the water-like autumn eyes.
The wolves howled in the distant mountains, and the rustling of the leaves in the wind made a faint whimpering sound, like a child crying.
In the darkness, a pair of eyes as red as blood crouched and watched, its mouth was dripping with saliva mixed with blood, and it stared in all directions.
Finally, its eyes were firmly locked on Yun Rong.
It lost its trace in the darkness, leaving only shallow footprints in the soft soil.
The sinister wind sweeps over the ears, contaminating them with evil spirits.
Yun Rong stood motionless, the moonlight above her head suddenly became thinner, and was swallowed up by the ghostly energy as dark as mist, and the shadow-like monster bit her head in, with a mouth full of resentment that could rot bones and melt souls.
The ghost is behind you, and so is the sword.
Yun Rong's spiritual veins were sealed, and his body was like a heavy lock, unable to mobilize any spiritual power in his body.
But the moment she completed the engraving, she and her sword spirit became one and the same.
The sword spirit is like a newly forged key, enough to open the sword seal of the Snow-Cleaning Sword.
Several streaks of silver sword fire appeared around her, she stretched out her hand and shouted in a low voice: "Follow me, Zhen Ming!"
The whole body was like a weak sword fire burning like phosphorus fire, and the majestic sword light lit up the lake.
Yun Rong's right hand penetrated into the dark and gloomy ghost aura. The rich ghost aura was broken by the sword light. She held the hilt of the Snow-Cleaning Sword and raised the sky with a slash.
The sword fire burned for an unknown amount of time, and suddenly there was a terrifying tearing sound under the trees by the lake.
The silvery white sword fire and silver glow around Yun Rong fell down like the wind stopped and the sand stopped.
She didn't know when the Snow-Cleaning Sword was unsheathed. The blade shone like the secret snow in the dark night. The silvery sand-like sword light flowed under her sword and slowly transformed into a white cat that exuded the light of soul fire.
The vertical pupils are aqua blue, as quiet as bright pearls.
The kid's broken body fell heavily to the ground, unable to move, and a huge gap was cut out of his body.
The scabbard of the Snow-Cleaning Sword slowly slipped out of the gap in its body.
Yun Rong picked up his scabbard.
The scabbard was gently pulled, and the weak and dying kid was forced to turn into a cloud of mist, and was absorbed into the scabbard. The ghost energy of the world was dissipated, and clarity was restored from then on.
"rustle……"
At this time, there was a slight movement among the weeds.
Yun Rong raised his eyes and saw the child he had seen under the jujube tree that day.
He opened his mouth wide and looked at Yun Rong in disbelief. There was no trace of the contempt and disdain on his face, and his eyes were shining with little stars of admiration.
"Sister, are you a fairy?"
Yun Rong put away his sword and knelt down, picked up the cat on the ground, put it in his arms, and looked at the excited child with a half-smile: "No, I'm just a lazy woman."
Thinking of the stupid words he once said, the child's face turned red quickly.
After subduing the kid and returning to Rongjia Village, the talisman master named Huang had already died in the village.
At midnight, the entrance to the village was crowded with people, and almost every villager in every household was alarmed.
Aunt Zeng's face was pale and she looked like she was in shock. Several people around her kept asking her what happened. They couldn't understand how Wong Tai Sin, who was so powerful in magic, could die here so easily.
The flowing clouds and winds are rolling, and the sword is clear.
Just as everyone was panicking and chattering, a sword light pierced the long night, and the sword air came to the entrance of the village like a firefly's arrow.
Standing under the tree, the sweet-scented osmanthus flowers in the garden are blown wildly by the wind, and the fragrance of the flowers is refreshing.
Yun Rong descends with the sword, her dress is swirling in the wind, the cold dust is fluttering, and the green silk is dancing. The jade posture is stunning in the weather. The posture of the sword descending south is extremely elegant. Under the cold moon and cold night, it seems like an immortal.
The noisy entrance to the village suddenly became quiet. Aunt Zeng's eyebrows trembled and she rubbed her eyes fiercely, thinking she had seen it wrong.
Isn't this the same girl who has nothing to do all day long, either squatting on the west wall and watching the old man eating melon seeds and playing chess, or lying on the tree eating dates?
Why does he look more like Wong Tai Sin than Wong Tai Sin?
Yun Rong threw the child he was holding into his mother's arms. As if he didn't notice the shocked gazes of everyone, he stepped into the village and calmly looked at the monk surnamed Huang who died tragically on the ground.
His neck was completely bitten off, the wounds were viciously white, and all the blood and essence in his body was sucked dry. It seemed that it was the hand of that kid.
Yun Rong sighed softly, pulled the canvas floating at the end of the village, draped it over his body, and said quietly: "Let's all disperse." If you like Long Night Walk, please save it: (www.sodu777.net) Long Night Walk search and read
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