Chapter 96 The long river enters the body
“Don’t be so nervous, Mr. Meng, I’m doing this for your own good.”
A light laugh came from under the mask: “Look what if If I don’t accept this dead spirit for you, you will never see her again in this life. As long as the six rivers are reunited, the netherworld grows and the sea originates, and a mere businessman is resurrected. Why would it be difficult for Ying to reshape her spiritual roots? "
Meng Zifei was breathing heavily, staring at the blood-red lake in front of him, and said with great difficulty: "In this world... there is nothing to die for? Don’t try to lie to me about the art of resurrection.”
The man in purple robe chuckled, and his tall and slender body slowly sank into the lake.
Until the mask was about to be submerged by the bright red lake water, his expectant voice resounded throughout the valley:
"Mr. Meng may wish to think carefully. Although Liuhe's successor is difficult to find, there are thousands of mortals. I can afford it.
The fresh food from Kongcang Mountain. The river of blood has now fallen into the hands of that kid. Whether you choose to kill people to seize the treasure and renew your relationship with Shang Ying, or continue to cultivate the path of immortality alone for thousands of years... This is your own business, Mr. Meng."
Meng Zifei looked at the lake that was gradually clearing and returning to blue.
I was stunned and lost in thought for a long time.
With the departure of the purple-robed man, the matter in Kongcang Mountain has come to an end for the time being.
The two people from Bailian Linyuan looked at the scattered monster corpses all over the mountains and plains with complicated expressions.
The entire earth was dyed red, and the wild grass on the mountain was soaked with red demon blood, with sticky blood beads falling down.
In this mountainous area, there is no pure land within ten miles.
Only Bai Lian and Lin Yuan did not have any blood or flesh splashing into the ground five meters around them.
Balian looked at the figure with a complex expression who had gone through a deadly battle and was exhausted but still stubbornly kneeling in a pool of blood.
His neck was twisted, his knees were kneeling in the bloody mud, and his two arms were hanging on the ground feebly.
The once bright eyes that were as bright as the sun can no longer find any trace of light and shadow. The color of the pupils is no longer dark and bright, but has a deathly gray color.
The blood-stained robe was still silently sliding down fine pieces of flesh.
He tilted his head, his deathly gray eyes filled with grief that penetrated deep into his soul.
He opened his mouth wide and made a hoarse and choked sound of 'Ah...ah...' but could not speak.
It was like going back to the time when I was abandoned by my parents and brothers when I was young, feeling helpless and desperate.
Lin Yuan was almost unsteady on her feet, and she was about to collapse in her eyes.
Bailian came in front of Lin Guiyuan with a single stride, not afraid that he would suddenly burst out and tear him into pieces like those monster beasts.
With slightly trembling hands, he held the other person's shoulders, his lips opened slightly but he couldn't say a word.
When his eyes turned to the black line on the broken neck of Lin Guiyuan, he seemed to understand something instantly.
He carefully stretched out his hand to straighten Lin Guiyuan's head, and the long black thread immediately grew into slender willow leaves. The willow leaves contained an extremely magical new power, which had penetrated into Lin Guiyuan's head for a long time. In the dead skin.
After the head was restored, Lin Guiyuan was finally able to utter a single sentence: "My... sin... deserves... ten thousand... death!"
Bai Li An looked at Lin Guiyuan's pale and blood-stained face, looking helpless and helpless, and a feeling of sadness suddenly surged in his chest.
He gritted his teeth and said: "It's not that you deserve death, but it can't be said that it has nothing to do with you. Since you are guilty, you should live well to atone for your sins. This must be the intention of Shanfu in giving this thread. .”
"Mountain...Mountain...Mountain..."
Lin Guiyuan kept repeating these two words, his dead gray eyes shrinking violently. Even though all the muscles on his face were dead, Balian could detect his extremely crazy mood at the moment through those eyes.
He took out the dim golden crow vine, pulled Lin Guiyuan's messy and blood-stained black hair into a high ponytail, and pinned the golden crow vine in his hair.
The moment the self-proclaimed Golden Crow Vine touched Lin Guiyuan's body and hair, it seemed to respond and emitted a faint golden light.
It was just like the light he saw from the old man when he was wrapped in death and darkness in the mountain forest.
The dead gray eyes looked at Balian blankly, and two lines of gray tears flowed from the dry eyes.
Bailian, who has experienced death once, does not find it difficult to accept Lin Guiyuan's current state of neither death nor life.
There are three thousand avenues. As long as you have both soul, body, and consciousness, you can always cultivate a path of your own.
On the other hand, Lin Yuan, Lin Guiyuan’s current appearance was obviously a big blow to her. She followed Bai Lian silently and in a daze all the way.
In this way, one fish and two corpses came to the upper reaches of the river along the road full of blood.
Huang Kang's body was shriveled, hanging on the river bank like a piece of dried bacon.
His eyes were wide open, and he was holding a small silver sword tightly in his hand.
Lin Yuan found it inconceivable that the two puppets that Yuan Lu could not completely kill despite the calamity actually died like this?
"How... did he die?" Lin Yuan squatted down curiously and was about to take off the sword in his hand.
"Don't touch!" Bailian quickly pulled Lin Yuan's wrist to stop him.
In order to prevent an accident, he took the small silver sword from Huang Kang's hand first and said: "This sword must not be touched by the living. Sister Linyuan, be careful..."
Half of a sentence , Balian's body was shaken, and the feeling in the right hand holding the silver sword was just momentarily deprived.
Lin Yuan even exclaimed, staring with wide eyes as Balian's entire arm was covered with blood-colored spider web-like veins.
The blood-colored silk thread pierced through Balian's skin, as if with some kind of breathing rhythm, pouring streams of blood-red liquid crazily into Balian's body.
The blood-red power in the silver sword was extremely majestic and evil, as if it was carried by a bottomless pit, and was endlessly and crazily poured into Balian's body.
What’s even more strange is that with such majestic power being injected into it in an instant, Balian’s arm did not change at all and was still pale and sickly.
It was as if the terrifying power intertwined with the auras of countless gods and demons poured into the soul.
Cold! evil! cruel! Epilepsy! crazy!
The scarlet eyes flickered with thousands of negative and terrifying emotions.
Balian gritted his teeth, knowing in his heart that this must be the power of the river of blood.
He did not expect that this small sword did not directly seal the river of blood, but instead transferred half of the power of the river into his body.
Bailian felt that all his bones, skin and even soul were immersed in the cold river of Styx under the Nine Netherworld. The alternative method of cleansing the marrow and forging the soul simply made him miserable and disgusting. .
"What's wrong with you?" Lin Yuan looked anxious and was about to reach out to explore, but Lin Guiyuan grabbed his sleeve: "No...don't...touch him, it's...dangerous."
It is not only Lin Yuan who is in danger, but also Bailian. In his current state, he cannot stand the interruption of others.
(End of this chapter)