Chapter 880: A son who doesnt care about the date of return
The temperature here is so high that the air is distorted as far as the eye can see.
Just as Junhe was worried, Bailian now has a body but no bones, and is the body of a heroic spirit.
The wild fire of the earth veins here is the nemesis of heroic spirits, which can force the souls without bones and bodies to merge into the wild river of flames, preventing them from rebirth.
Once Balian's body could no longer bear it, it was melted by wild fire.
The souls that Taiyin Emperor finally gathered for him will be cursed forever and sink into it.
Jiufen Valley is easy to enter and difficult to exit.
As soon as Balian set foot on the red ground, the scene behind him when he came in disappeared instantly. Even if he looked back, he could not find the way he came.
If you want to leave this Nine Burning Valley, you must never look back. You can only continue walking deeper and look for the Eyes of the Four Monuments before you can leave.
During the journey, Balian endured the pain of being burned on the spiritual platform, and he released his spiritual consciousness without hesitation.
He searched the land inch by inch, looking for the whereabouts of Yin Baishuang's aura.
Jiu Fen Valley is no better than the outside world. In the high temperature and twisted space here, there is not even a trace of fire.
Occasionally, I could glimpse a few clusters of wild fires that burst out when the red sandy earth cracked, like the twinkling stars embedded in the earth.
Bailian seemed to be walking on this land safely, but every inch of space here was as if the sun was shining directly at the end of the day.
When you look up, you will sometimes see a black eagle from Zhongyou Kingdom sitting high in the sky.
Kankan Feida crossed the boundary line, and his body suddenly burned without fire. It only burned for a moment, and then turned into a wisp of smoke without even the dregs left.
Although this body without the bones of the Immortal is far less powerful than the corpse demon three years ago.
But after all, it was a physical body that was shaped by the Emperor Taiyin's hand, and was nurtured by the power of Jiuyou Xuanyin for a full three years. His physical body was still stronger than that of the ordinary Tribulation Immortal.
In Jiu Fen Valley, it is not difficult to hold on for a while.
Bailian traveled deeper and deeper into the Nine Burning Valley. In the realm of transcending tribulations, his spiritual consciousness was extraordinary and could reach thousands of miles away.
But when we get here, the spiritual consciousness that is released is like penetrating into the endless sea, and is extremely limited.
At this moment, Balian's ability to detect ten miles with his spiritual consciousness is already the limit.
The Nine Burning Place of Death is not just talk.
As time passed little by little, Balian's hair gradually turned yellow and dry, and his face became paler, almost transparent.
The layer of faint white lunar energy that spread around the body was also eroded by the surrounding flames and became thinner.
But Balian still couldn't catch Yin Baishuang's aura.
His calm and low-pressure eyebrows finally revealed a hint of suppressed irritability.
To deal with the Zhongyou rebellion and the Demonic Shadow of Tianxi, he has calm and thunderous methods.
Even in the Imperial Palace, at the moment when Ying Xiu revealed that Yin Baishuang was in danger, he was still able to deduce her whereabouts with extremely terrifying insight.
Ninety percent!
What Balian is sure of is that the chance of Yin Baishuang being in Jiu Fen Valley is as high as 90%.
But when he entered the valley, he was faced with the boundless, vast and endless Nine Burns Valley, and that ray of spiritual consciousness that was released was like a drop in the ocean, insignificant.
When he began to lose track of her, the panic and uneasiness in Balian's heart poured toward him like a negative darkness.
At this moment, he was not at all like his usual self. He clearly knew that at this time, he should observe everything quietly and avoid being agitated and anxious.
But looking at the vast, red and boundless world, Balian felt an uncontrollable rage.
His analysis and deductions are well-founded and the probability of making mistakes is extremely small.
But as time went by, countless absurd and terrifying thoughts emerged in Parian's mind, and they came one after another.
If...if it wasn't 90%, he just lost at that 10% chance.
Yin Baishuang is not here at all, but is waiting for the coming of death and darkness in another desperate situation designed and arranged by Ying Xiu!
The image of the black eagle that had just broken into the forbidden area was annihilated and died unconsciously in his mind... Or maybe, he was a step too late.
Otherwise, how could he not find any breath of her!
Those emotions that breed terror and darkness are like evil ghosts, tightly strangling Balian's heartstrings.
Just thinking about the consequences of this wrong deduction almost made him collapse from torture.
The red land is vast, the way home is nowhere to be seen, and anxiety and fear follow each other like a shadow.
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There is no limit to the sea of fire, and there is no limit to the other shore.
Yin Baishuang didn't know how long she had been crossing the river of fire in the red abyss. The hot wind blew into her face and the fire knife cut her face. The snow-white skin on her face was reflected by the red fire and turned crimson. Her dry and cracked lips were peeling and bleeding.
When you look up, you can't see the sun, moon or sky, and when you look down, you can hear the mournful moans of ghosts.
She lowered her hands, and her pale fingers seemed to be unafraid of pain, brushing the surface of the river formed by the fire, and the black jade pieces around her waist collided, making a clear and lonely sound.
The fierce fire in the river instantly burned her fingers into mottled red patches, allowing the fire to rush through the gaps between her fingers.
She allowed the soul in the fire to pass through her fingers, like running water or fine sand.
The souls of the dead who had been silent in the fire for thousands of years now smelled the breath of the living. The breath in the fire surged wildly like a tide, forming faces with different features of joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, taking shape in the fire.
The ghost who was suppressed and unable to free his anger turned into evil thoughts. He bared his teeth and claws, crying and laughing, and tore at her bright red skirt ferociously.
In a windless place, there were waves of fire. As Yin Baishuang walked deeper and deeper without knowing whether to live or die, half of his body was almost immersed in the flames.
If she hadn't majored in Cangwu Gonggu's Shooting Shizang Technique and was born with Yinglong Xuanshuang's energy to protect her body, she would have been burnt to charcoal by this sea of fire, and her soul would have died in the blazing fire.
Yujue collided alone, Yin Baishuang's body was burned by the fire, but her pace was still leisurely.
She regarded the pain and suffering of the burning hell as dust and clouds of smoke, and her fingers concentrated on distinguishing the soul she was looking for in the blazing fire.
One day ago, Ying Xiu found her and told her that in the Zhongyou Dynasty, there was such a secret place called Nine Burning Valley.
The valley has been burning for years, and there are thousands of souls.
Anyone who commits suicide and is not accepted by the six realms of heaven and earth, and does not want to remain in the human world as a ghost, will be taken away by the Nine Burning Valley and will be suppressed forever.
Yin Baishuang thought to herself, this is really great news.
Although Ying Xiu's words were full of doubts and were not carefully scrutinized, Yin Baishuang still believed them without hesitation and without hesitation, just like grasping a life-saving spider's thread.
For two hundred years, the couple walked alone between heaven and earth. They lived a rough life and were lonely for half of their lives.
Life is like a long river, one is to never forget the person you met when you were young.
Even if it is covered with dust and frost, you must protect the most precious and cherished memory alone.
So she carefully treasured it, waited, desolately, and hoped extravagantly.
There are rumors in the six realms that if you let the past life, the present life, the next life, the next life, the reincarnation of life and death continue.
There is a soul in this world, and it has its own reincarnation.
Although the six paths of reincarnation can change a soul beyond recognition, Yin Baishuang is still willing to hope.
No matter how desolate it is, we should still make this our dream, wander thousands of miles, and make this our home.
But just three years ago, she passed him by and disappeared again.
Yin Baishuang has never had a big heart. Even if she finds the person who reincarnates, she may not be confident that she can regard him as the young man she once was.
But Ying Xiu's words undoubtedly gave her great hope.
Entering the Nine Burns and walking in the sea of fire, even if there are thousands of countless souls gathered here to form a sea.
As long as she discerns and searches carefully year after year, day after day, one day she will be able to find him completely.
Yin Baishuang's mood was heavy and relaxed at the same time. As he stepped through the fire, he felt the pain of being burned by thousands of ghosts in his body.
Three years ago, in Chaotic Valley, was he in the same pain?
She was full of hope, but the more she searched, the more frightened and uneasy she became. The ferocious and screaming souls she saw all around her looked strange and miserable.
The fiery souls traveling through her fingertips were like quicksand. She didn't dare to blink for fear of missing a soul or a breath.
Therefore, Yin Baishuang concentrated her concentration, and her consciousness was being consumed in a suicidal manner.
Her pale and frail body held up her large red dress, and a color that was more miserable than the fire was flying in the wind.
The fire was rolling, and the mysterious frost energy around Yin Baishuang began to become unstable.
The layers of flaming waves became more and more turbulent, and the ghosts that were sleeping deep in the river bottom like hibernating fish seemed to be awakened by the breath of the living that stayed for a long time.
Although the fire is scorching, it is far less fragrant and deadly than human body temperature.
As the bright red sleeves of the robe danced, a fierce pupil suddenly opened wide in the blazing fire.
Wow!!!
An evil spirit that transformed into a fish beast rose up with its tail, and bit through with jagged, jagged teeth.
A huge gash was ripped out of Yin Baishuang's sleeves, and a pool of bright red blood gushed out. The white lotus-like jade arms were like porcelain cracking, leaving a ferocious bright red gash.
The blood dripped into the blazing fire, but before it was evaporated by the high temperature, the Yin spirits rushed to gather around and lick the blood.
The moment the breath of blood was revealed, the Yin spirits in the flaming river instantly became excited and boiled. They were squatting on the bottom of the Fiery River, noisy and surging wildly.
The river surface with rolling heat waves quickly condensed into a huge and endless whirlpool, like a terrifying hurricane storm in the abyss of the sea, with rolling heat waves and overwhelming gloom!
A strong suction force had the force of tearing people closer to the abyss of hell, ruthlessly tearing at her skirt.
Yin Baishuang's pupils were so black that they shone brightly, and her frail figure was like a sad and beautiful mourning flower, swaying from the huge waves of fire.
The fire was scorching, the fire was heavy, the bottom of the river was sometimes glowing with a black and sinister light, and the sky and the ground were filled with red, wrapping up the long-lasting memories of countless people.
Greed, anger, obsession, and hatred were swallowing her up at that moment, like a flood, and she was caught off guard.
Boundless dark emotions engulfed her, and she looked at the terrifying vision in front of her. In all directions, there were souls who were destined to be reincarnated and waiting for redemption.
She stretched out her palms in a daze, and for a moment, she seemed to have a feeling that she could hold all living beings and lead them away from the sea of suffering.
But in fact, when she stretched out her palm, those ghosts seemed to see a spider thread hanging from the sky in the fiery abyss of hell.
Like a fish catching bait, it crazily climbed over to her. Balls of dark energy were like clouds and tides, instantly wrapping her entire arm, and tearing it apart with an even more terrifying force.
A wave of fire as high as a thousand blades was set off and the red figure was swept away. Yin Baishuang was about to be pulled into the abyss, but she didn't react at all.
She suddenly curved her lips and smiled, and actually sang a cappella amidst the huge sea of fire and waves:
"The sea water is a long dream, and you will never come back when you leave. My son and son who are far away in my heart are like fog that stretches for ten thousand miles, and I don't know where to go. Like the spring grass burning green on the mountain ridge, the clouds drift for ninety thousand miles without stopping."
Her quiet and peaceful voice became clearer and longer, she had a smile on her face, her eyebrows were strange and graceful, she was calm but hysterical.
There is no need to seduce or pull her, she is like a moth to the flame, a peaceful madman who burns himself to the sun.
Yujue collided, echoed step by step, and jumped into the abyss of fire with a smile, filled with thousands of souls.
The flaming waves rose, the sky turned violent, and a furious and desolate rainstorm swept across the sky and earth, faintly revealing a desolate anger.
The raindrops from the sky are blowing in diagonally, like a sword, cutting through the fiery souls!
The heartbreaking roar of the Yin spirit is almost overwhelming. In the Nine Burning Valley, not even a blade of grass grows, nor a drop of water falls. How can there be rain in the open air?
It turns out that rain is not like a sword.
Rather, the sword is like an angry rain or a sudden wind.
Yin Baishuang's wrist was held by a cold and warm hand.
A pulling force came from behind, and before she could retract her curved lips, she pulled back hard and hit a cold chest.
Amidst the rushing wind and thousands of noises, she saw in her slightly widened pupils a jade flute star that turned into a white light like lightning and headed towards the angry whirlpool formed by thousands of Yin spirits.
Boom!!
White lightning and the resentment of Yin spirits intertwined wildly in the flaming river, with flames and electricity flowing, and dragons and snakes flying.
Thousands of noisy sounds, like the roar of thunder, deafening.
Yin Baishuang's mind was blank. She looked down at the pale hand holding her wrist and was in a daze for a moment.
Then I felt like my whole body was burning, and there was even a thin layer of sweat on my vest.
Her heartbeat was beating wildly amidst the fierce noise, almost overflowing from her chest.
The strong wind blew their hair, and their long black hair brushed against Yin Baishuang's cheeks, intertwining and dancing in front of her eyes.
She breathed tightly, turned her wrist slightly, and held the cold palm tightly.
The force was so strong that it felt as if she wanted to rub her own bones into his and never separate them again.
Yin Baishuang turned around slowly, almost as if she was lost, and saw the young man's clear features under the blazing light.
He let her squeeze his palm tightly, and the strong firelight was like the sunlight falling on the city, making the dark silver embroidery patterns on his clothes shine.
His eyes were filled with raging anger and red bloodshot eyes, forcing his fair and handsome face to look a bit horrifying and twisted.
Yin Baishuang was a little absent-minded.
Even after a hundred years, her appearance has changed.
But she had never seen him look so scary.
For a moment, in a confused and unreasonable state of mind, she couldn't tell whether he was a human or a ghost. If you like Long Night Walk, please bookmark it: (www.sodu777.net) Long Night Walk Search Novel Website updates at full speed The Internet is the fastest.