Chapter 65 My Sister, the Corpse Demon
With just two words, the tyrannical Shebi Corpse was enveloped by an overwhelming pressure!
It was as if the sky above his head was crashing down in its direction, carrying an extremely heavy force.
Shebi Zhi had no ability to resist and suddenly bent his knees and knelt down heavily.
The whole mountain was shaken three times.
Those lantern-sized purple pupils were filled with deep fear!
The woman in blood-clothed snorted softly, her arm wrapped in a dark red blood-red sleeve slowly raised, her pale and long palm looked a little weak.
But such a simple action caused a fear called despair to arise in the heart of the Ganyu Zhizhi, who had already successfully evolved into a Jue Zhi.
The five fingers of the pale palm are slender, and the nails on the fingertips are slightly long and sharp, as sharp as five sharp blades.
As she chuckled, she made a hollow gesture with her palms.
"Uh... uh... uh uh..."
The corpse beads, which are more important than corpses and are as alive as life, fall powerlessly from its mouth.
He only felt a desperate pain in his chest.
Looking down, he saw that a huge blood hole had been penetrated from the front and back of his heart, but the heart inside the blood hole was missing.
The woman in blood-clothed clothes standing in the air a hundred meters away had her empty hand spread out.
There was a huge, beating purple heartbeat floating on the palm of his hand.
Shebishi’s furious pupils were all restrained at this moment, and he was pleading.
Shebi Corpse is also called Ganyu Corpse. It has been in corpse state for three thousand years and has become immortal for a long time.
As long as the heart is immortal, even if it is only half a piece of the body, it can reshape the body and reach new heights.
But the immortal body it was usually proud of fell into the hands of this woman, and his life was as fragile as tofu.
The woman saw its pleading eyes and raised her sharp eyebrows slightly.
Move your fingers slightly, and a wisp of energy rises from the palm of your hand, seeping into the purple-red beating heart.
“Poof!”
Suddenly, the huge heart was like a squashed watermelon, with scarlet blood splattering out.
The heart was broken down into tiny pieces by the powerful energy, floating in front of the woman.
Bits of sand-like scarlet minced meat exploded again into finer pieces of meaty dust.
In just a short moment, the cycle repeated itself no less than a hundred times.
A huge heart was destroyed at the fingertips of the blood-clothed woman, turning into an existence in the world that was more ethereal than the blood mist.
The purple intention in Shebishi’s eyes suddenly disappeared.
The huge body dried up in an instant, and finally dispersed like sand when the wind blew gently.
The slender pale hand moved gently in that direction, and the corpse bead with a diameter of ten meters flew into the air from the purple sand pile.
When it fell into her palm, the corpse beads quickly condensed and shrank into a size that could be controlled by one palm.
Bailian was already so shocked by the scene before him that he couldn't help himself.
If he is playing hard with his trump cards, compared with Shebishi, there is a hundred miles between them.
Between the woman in blood clothes and the Shebi corpse in front of me, there were ten thousand Shebi corpses.
In the blink of an eye it vanished into ashes.
Exactly what you said!
The blood-red robe slowly descended. At this moment, the woman in blood-clothed clothes had completely turned around and stared at Bai Lian.
The sound of corpses and sand being blown up by strong winds echoed in my ears.
The woman stood in the night, her blood-stained clothes fluttering wildly, and a pair of narrow red phoenix eyes flashing with a scarlet and enchanting light.
Pale skin, a touch of blood oozing out from the charming lips, long hair as black as the polar night, held up high by a golden and luxurious crown. She is like a female queen in the dark night, exuding fierce beauty, and her movements are full of imperial domineering.
If you look closely at the ancient robe, which is as dark as blood, it is very similar to the emperor's imperial robe.
The waistband of the same color was tied extremely tightly, which vividly outlined the curvature of her slender waist. Under the blood-red dress, her slender and straight calves were tightly wrapped by a pair of exquisite silver-white combat boots.
She came through the night with corpse beads in hand.
When his eyes fell on the huge tomahawk that was riddled with holes on the ground, his expression showed a trace of satisfaction.
"Not bad. Facing a Shebi corpse, I didn't expect you to still have the strength to resist."
Bailian was slightly startled, hearing her tone...as if Know yourself generally.
"You..." He looked slightly stunned, but the fighting spirit in his eyes had dissipated.
The woman in blood-clothed raised her pale and pointed chin and snorted softly: "I am your sister, Si Li."
Balian's eyes were stunned, and the palms holding his knees almost fell to the ground. He widened his eyes and said in disbelief: "Sister?"
He actually has a sister, and she is still so powerful!
Then why did he have no impression of her at all? !
A sister fell from the sky and hit him in a daze.
Although it is too incredible and even full of doubts.
But Bai Lian, who is good at speculation and deep thought, actually felt that what she said was true at this moment.
When the villagers asked Bailian his name, the name 'Si Chen' came to his mind.
It was as if someone had given him this name since he was born.
The woman in front of me... is named Si Li.
This cannot be a coincidence.
Just as he was about to continue to ask the doubts in his heart, Balian's body shook violently, his scarlet eyes trembled wildly, and his soul began to scream and vent without any warning.
That is the desire for blood.
Damn it!
He has not drank blood for many days, and at this moment, Xiaoluer is not with him.
If he does not drink blood in time, he will become an unconscious monster.
Balian staggered to his feet and could no longer say a word.
Seeing his appearance, Si Li knew clearly that he was facing the crisis of blood thirst at this moment.
The narrow phoenix eyes narrowed into a sharp long line.
She walked up to Bailian, reached out and pushed, and easily pushed Bailian to the ground, and she sat down immediately.
She looked down at Balian's eyes full of blood and cracks, and said coldly: "Since you are a corpse demon, you must learn to eat. If you are likely to be hungry and thirsty for blood at any time, you will I have lost the qualification to live.”
At this moment, she knelt down unceremoniously on Balian's waist, raised her pale palms expressionlessly, and pulled off the overlapping collar by three points, revealing her pale neck and delicate collarbones. .
Slightly long and sharp nails scratched the pale skin, and dots of cold blood fell on Balian's face.
She leaned down, held up Balian's head with both hands, and forced him to stand up, letting the scarlet blood flow along the wound, dyeing the white underwear under the bloody clothes red.
Her arms were slender, but the strength of her palms made it difficult for Balian to resist.
She forced Balian's fangs and lips to stick to the wound on her neck, her faint eyes fell on Balian's tragic and bloody back, without saying a word.
Alternating between consciousness and confusion, Balian subconsciously resisted the act of biting off other people's necks and sucking the blood with his own mouth.
(End of this chapter)