The Chi demon is like a pool of blood. Suddenly the whole pool boils and heats up. Violent water bubbles roll and burst. Thick blood mist rises and gathers mistyly on the stone statue.
The blood of the chi demon is naturally highly poisonous. After the blood pool evaporates and transitions, the poisonous effect of the blood is greatly reduced. The blood mist is so thick that it condenses into blood dew on the surface of the stone statue.
The man took out a porcelain jade bottle from his sleeve and held the mouth of the bottle facing each other, trying to collect the blood of the chi demon that had condensed on the stone statue.
The space suddenly became cold, and the man suddenly felt that the temperature around him was dropping at a terrifying speed.
The boiling and dispersing blood mist made a slow freezing sound, and the unshakable blood of the chi demon on the stone statue was completely transformed into blood-red ice beads.
"Ding Ling..."
In the dark realm, the crisp and clear sound of the collision of cold jade echoed, just like the flowing water of a clear spring stone, clear and crisp.
Her robe is as bright as a flower, like a fire like a maple, but not overpowering. It's like a red candle shining coldly, making her feel cold and disgusted by her thoughts.
Seeing the unmistakable brows clearly, the man's pupils shrank violently, his brows darkened unconsciously, and he said gloomily: "Is it you?"
Yin Baishuang loosened her clothes and sleeves, and held the Hanzhi Sword that had been unsheathed in her hand. The blade of the sword reflected the cold light and was stained with bright red blood drops.
She dragged an unconscious man with her left hand, swung her slender arm forward, and threw the unconscious man to the man's feet.
Those pair of almond-shaped eyes that were born with a sign of coldness glanced at the man's face lightly, and his tone was flat: "It's you."
Those two words made the man's face stiffen, completely dispelling any luck in his heart.
He never thought that this arrogant and crazy Young Palace Master of Cangwu Palace would still remember him despite his low profile in the Tianxi Sword Sect.
The man raised his dark eyes, his fingers unconsciously caressing the golden thread pattern between his sleeves, and his eyes were as cold as a snake's as he looked at the woman in front of him.
But when I saw her holding a sword in one hand, the cold ice edges around her were circling and floating, and her whole body exuded a thrilling and cold beauty that was beyond description.
Dressed in red, she was spotless, with only a few drops of blood spattered between her fair cheeks, which made her cold and desolate look look a little bloody and enchanting.
He knew that since this woman had the ability to come here, it meant that none of his men on the periphery would be spared.
The man opened his palm and held out a cold sword. With a wave of his arm, he killed the subordinate at his feet who was guiding her.
Blood splattered in three steps, but he didn't show any murderous intention, and his movements were as easy as killing a chicken.
The man sheathed his sword and saluted Yin Baishuang politely, and said in a low voice: "I have met Palace Master Yin Shao."
Yin Baishuang lowered her eyes and glanced at the subordinate who was holding his neck and twitching, and finally lost his life. There was no sympathy in his cold almond eyes: "What kind of fun are you playing?"
The man's expression was meticulous: "I heard that Palace Master Yin has a blood feud with the Tianxi Sword Sect. It's a coincidence that this is also the case for me."
Yin Baishuang sneered: "What? Do you still want to drag me into plotting against the Tianxi Sword Sect with you?"
The man said: "I don't dare to have such greedy thoughts. The relationship between Palace Master Yin and the Tianxi Sword Sect is a personal grudge. Palace Master Yin is of noble birth and symbolizes the entire Cangwu Palace. It seems that he should not stir up grudges due to his own selfish desires.
The quarrel between the two sects.
It's just that I'm different from Palace Master Yin Shao. I'm from a poor family and don't have much. I have a vengeance with the Tianxi Sword Sect for killing my mother, but I have to avenge it."
"Revenge for killing your mother?" Yin Baishuang stared at the man carefully, and the sneer on his face deepened: "That's ridiculous, do you mean to say that your mother died because of Ye Qingzhou?"
The man's expression was rigid: "Even among close relatives, it is normal in this world for a husband to kill his wife and a father to kill his son."
Hearing the words 'father kills son', the sarcasm on Yin Baishuang's face completely disappeared: "Do you want to die?"
The man's face was indifferent, but the whites of his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes: "Palace Master Yin, I deeply sympathize with you and the young master, so from the beginning, you are not on my killing list.
I have no intention of becoming your enemy, and I never expected you to help me overthrow the Tianxi Sword Sect’s thousand-year foundation.
I just hope that you can pretend that you have never seen what happened today. I will remember this kindness in my heart for the rest of my life."
"Okay." Yin Baishuang raised her slender eyebrows and agreed very readily.
The expression on the man's face finally changed, and a helpless, bitter smile slowly appeared on the corners of his lips.
He raised his palms, held his cheeks, and laughed softly: "Since Palace Master Yin agreed so readily, it seems that there is really no room for change in this matter. If possible, I really don't want to touch you.
Life."
Yin Baishuang raised her eyes coldly and said in a disdainful tone: "Do you have this ability?"
The man didn't take it seriously at her contempt and ridicule. He shook his head and said, "Is it because he is the young master's father?"
Yin Baishuang's tone became even colder and disdainful: "He is also worthy of being a father."
"I can't understand." The man looked at the sword in his hand and shook his head.
Yin Baishuang's plain side face was shrouded in the cold mist, her eyelashes drooped naturally, a few strands of thin forehead hair hung lonely between her pale cheeks, but her eyes were cold and empty.
"In this Tianxi Sword Sect, whether you bully your master and destroy your ancestors, or you can kill your father and kill your father, I have no control over it and I have no time to do it. But what you are after is the thirteen star ropes on Tianshan Mountain. You want to let the sword
If the mountain collapses and the White Camel Mountain ceases to exist, I will not agree to this!"
The man looked at her dark eyes and let out a long sigh, seeming to understand something: "So that's it. Although the Dongli small house on Baituo Mountain has not been inhabited for a long time, it is where the young master grew up after all.
What a place.”
He looked confused: "But if those thirteen star strings continue, the inheritance of Tianxi Sword Sect will continue. I must carry out my mission of revenge."
A wild wind and snow suddenly floated around Yin Baishuang, and the strong Qi surged. A sharp ice edge on his side became as long and thin as a sword, and the extremely faint mysterious cold breath seemed to spurt out slowly.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! But the next moment, the ice edge disappeared.
A ray of silver-white light suddenly penetrated the man's shoulder, and the blood splashed onto the ground and quickly condensed into ice.
The speed is so fast that people don't even have time to react.
Yin Baishuang's pretty face was cold: "You can try it."
The man was holding his injured shoulder, blood continuously leaking from his fingers, and his face was pale.
He chuckled and said: "Palace Master Yin Shao just broke through the tribulation not long ago. Naturally, I am not your opponent. However, I have made a blood contract with the Chi Monster, and we are symbiotic. Palace Master Yin Shao Guang relied on a Hanzhi
I'm afraid it will be difficult for the sword to kill me."
Soon, the blood between his fingers stopped flowing out. He put down his palm, and the wound on his shoulder had healed.
Such a powerful healing ability is comparable to that of the zombie demon.
Yin Baishuang narrowed her eyes, feeling sad and ridiculous at the man's crazy behavior.
"You actually made a blood pact with a monster and transformed yourself into something neither human nor monster, just for your ridiculous path of revenge."
The man couldn't deny it and retorted: "For a deceased person, he lives and dreams of life and death every day, obsessed with the past and not thinking about the rest of his life. Palace Master Yin Shao is not a pitiful person."
This time, Yin Baishuang surprisingly did not get angry.
She gently stroked the sword in her hand and said calmly: "It is better to dwell on the past than to be careless. Even if no one in the world remembers his existence and forgets him, as long as I remember him, he will always be there."
.
Living in a drunken life and dying in a dream? Oh, what's wrong with that? At least, in my dreams, I can see him often, and that's enough."
The man's fingers touched the golden chrysanthemum on his sleeve again, and there was a bit of compassion in his dull eyes: "It is said that Han Zhi and Mo Yang always depend on each other. Both of these swords were brought out by Master Yin from the Divine Weapon Palace.
Yes, why do you only see Hanzhi today but not Moyang?"
Yin Baishuang's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, but there was no expression on her face.
The man continued: "Han Zhi's attribute is ice, and Mo Yang's attribute is fire. With the two swords coming out, I will be able to slay the Chi demon with overwhelming force.
Ah...I forgot that since the Mo Yang Sword was born, it has never shown half an inch of its edge. Even if the Mo Yang Sword is here, it is absolutely impossible for Palace Master Yin to draw this sword to kill evil spirits."
The chi demon was surging uneasily in the blood pool, and the burning demon blood was boiling and surging violently in its body, as if burning, emitting a red-orange light.
The burning demon blood is like flowing magma, covering the giant body of the chi demon, forming patches of bloody scales.
And Yin Baishuang seemed to sense something. She stepped on the chess steps, the black and white lines were like sharp boundaries cutting the world, and the Han Zhijian whispered.
The cold air was like a tide, and the invisible white mist seemed to hide countless sharp blades. As the air flow surged, the man's cheek was cut with several slender bloody openings.
However, he did not move a step and continued to whisper: "Palace Master Yin, today your defeat has been revealed. Although I don't want to take your life, the Tianxi Sword Sect must be destroyed, so I am very sorry."
Yin Baishuang sneered and took a step forward. The space was filled with coldness, and an invisible and huge cold sword seemed to appear above the blood pool, slashing down towards the blood pool.
The hanging stone statue of Kunlun God was cut in half by her in a rebellious manner. The water in the blood pool froze into ice, and the demon blood turned into scales also withered and fell from the Chi Demon's body.
Her brows were filled with purple, her black hair was dancing wildly, and all the formless space miasma around her body was torn apart.
The man who was absolutely at a disadvantage showed no fear of the impending death on his face. He spoke out a name unhurriedly: "Bailian."
The huge cold sword that was slashing at him disintegrated due to the sudden chaos in its master's energy.
It turned into endless flying frost and snow, and the snowflakes danced wildly. Looking out from the crazy snow flakes, in the deep cold and broken sword light, there was a pair of apricot eyes hiding the ruthless aura of the blade.
The man sighed and said, "Palace Master Yin, you might as well guess why I still remember this name?"
Before Yin Baishuang could speak, he started talking to himself: "Forget it, let me first guess why Young Palace Master Yin suddenly abandoned the Mo Yang Sword that has never left her for many years?"
"I heard that when Xianling City selected the city lord, Palace Master Yin Shao was also in the city. What a coincidence. A few days ago, when the disciples of the Tianxi Sword Sect were selected, our Baituo Mountain also welcomed this new city lord.
Adults’ participation.”
"Palace Master Yin Shao forced to break through the tribulation in the demon world, which caused the inner demon's oath to backfire. This is the most critical period.
Instead of suppressing your inner demons in Cangwu Palace, you accepted the invitation from Tianxi Sword Sect and came to White Camel Mountain."
The man's voice was extremely soft, but every word hit the mark:
"Palace Master Yin, have you noticed something, but you can't believe it? You don't dare to have expectations, you are afraid of mustering up the courage to wait for a tree to bloom but no leaves have fallen, so you simply close your eyes and would rather follow the old path
, continue to be confused and unwilling to seek the truth soberly, for fear of going from disappointment to despair again? "
"Shut up!" Yin Baishuang raised her dark eyes, but her body stepped back unconsciously.
The man's fingers continued to rub the golden chrysanthemum embroidery on his sleeves, and he said in shock: "What if I said... I won't be disappointed?"
Yin Baishuang strangely did not continue to answer. The fingers hidden in her sleeves were spasming, as if she was trying her best to suppress something.
After a long while, the pain and loneliness that had been deeply rooted in her heart finally emerged little by little into those almond-shaped eyes.
The knuckles holding the sword were pale and blue, and his voice was so raw that it was almost difficult to hear clearly: "What...what did you say?"
The man raised his finger and pointed at the chi demon in the blood pool beside him, his smile suddenly turned weird.
"Master Yin Shaogong came here to find out the whereabouts of Buried Heart, and went to the Abyss. But what you are looking for...is it really the Demonic River Buried Heart?"
Yin Baishuang's eyes were filled with scarlet blood little by little. She looked at the chi demon and said in a cold voice: "Did you control the demon and eat that kid?!"
The smile on the man's face deepened: "Look, I haven't said who it is yet."
Yin Baishuang tightened the sword in her hand and pursed her lips pale: "This is impossible... you are lying!"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Am I lying, or are you, Master Yin, deceiving yourself?"
The man shook his head and said: "Unfortunately, not long ago, like everyone else in the mountain, I thought it was just a farce two hundred years ago. Until the night before, in the cold forest, Qilian City turned to the young man named Si Chen.
, read out a name."
He breathed out gently: "Bailian."
Three words, faint, hit Yin Baishuang's vital point accurately and ruthlessly.
The man laughed and tapped his temple with his finger.
He looked at the woman whose expression began to show shock, confusion, confusion, ecstasy, panic, confusion, and finally collapse, and continued:
"This is really a distant name. For two hundred years, this name has been covered and buried by the name Ying Xiu, just like the sand in the snowy land, making people forget it.
If I hadn't received a favor from the young master back then, perhaps even I would have almost forgotten this name."
"Speaking of which, he was tricked by Burial Heart and fell here. He was lured here by a little ghost raised by Burial Heart.
Palace Master Yin Shao, tell me, why is this? Why does he care so much about a little ghost?"
Yin Baishuang's body began to tremble slightly, and everything in front of her eyes seemed to be distorted by the chaotic emotions.
I have always been unable to understand why Shou would be inexplicably close to a strange corpse demon, but at this moment, he seemed to suddenly become clear-minded.
She still couldn't believe it and refused to believe it!
But when he first met the corpse demon in Kongcang Mountain, Shou bit off a piece of the boy's flesh and ate it, and he cried loudly in his mind.
It's not that the corpse demon's flesh and blood is poisonous, but... it's the little ghost that bites the master and senses it?
The boy who was afraid of the sun had a fatal wound in his heart.
A corpse demon who drinks very little.
He pulled out the Mo Yang Sword.
Su Jing's inexplicable closeness.
And when he smiled, there was that familiar feeling of déjà vu.
The truths that came to her mind one by one were almost crushing her bones, her consciousness was shattered, and her blood seemed to be hard to supply.
The final scene was fixed on her 'first encounter' with him in the forest. Han Zhijian flew away the glass umbrella with a sword, and he was exposed to the sun, with his skin ulcerated, suffocated and painful.
Bang!!!
The Hanzhi Sword in his hand seemed to have become something extremely poisonous and hot, and fell to the ground with a clang.
Yin Baishuang's lips felt cold, her teeth felt cold, and her cold and desperate emotions were like a tide, overwhelming her. If you like The Long Night Walk, please bookmark it: (www.sodu777.net) The Long Night Walk search and reading novel website has the fastest update speed on the entire Internet.