Chapter 147 Her Situation
Bailian hummed and continued to walk forward while being led by her.
Before Wen Hanwei crossed the threshold, her figure suddenly changed slightly. She lowered her head very quietly and squatted down.
Bailian also squatted down.
There is no other reason.
In front of the palace gate, there is a body, only half buried.
No, it seems inappropriate to say that it was half buried, because this skeleton seemed to have been blown away by the strong winds of time, leaving half of its body exposed.
What surprised Balian was that the skeleton was not that of a demon. Judging from its shape, it was a human skeleton.
In such a place, in the dark ancient city of Chaotic Valley, a human skeleton would be buried.
Not only is it unexpected, it is also very unbelievable.
The bloody body of the skeleton has decayed, but under the white skeleton, there is a dried heart. There are traces of a sharp blade penetrating the heart, which must be a fatal injury.
What makes Balian even more curious is that there are traces of the cultivation node being ignited in the center of the heart.
"This is the remains of a human cultivator." Wen Hanwei didn't open her eyes. She lightly touched the chest of the skeleton with her fingertips and came to an accurate conclusion.
Bailian asked: "How come the remains of human practitioners appear here." For the monsters in Chaos Valley, killing people is normal, but burying corpses is really a bit redundant.
“I don’t know, this is not a problem we should be concerned about.” Wen Hanwei said coldly, stood up, and continued to move forward fearlessly.
Balian calmly moved his gaze away from the snake-shaped silver ring on the knuckles of the skeleton's fingers.
As if he didn't see anything, he secretly remembered the appearance of the ring in his heart.
For some reason, Balian was very interested in this person's identity.
Entering the hall, the yellowed stone walls are painted with ancient oil murals. The painting style is outdated. Most of the oil paintings on the stone carvings have been blurred and can hardly be seen clearly. The dome is inlaid with dark crystals, which are darker than the night. Be deep.
Bailian didn't look much, his eyes remained distracted and lost focus, and he continued to move forward with Wen Hanwei.
But at this moment, his heart seemed to be tightly held by a hand, and the newly opened cultivation node began to become hot.
Because at this moment, he saw the man on the throne in the deepest part.
The man was not very tall, and was even a bit pale and slender. He was dressed in an ancient gold and black robe, with a gorgeous style, and the color of the clothes was cold, mysterious and noble, like the dark night.
The man is sitting on the throne, as if he is sleeping. His face is extremely elegant and handsome, with scarlet bloodthirsty lips, facial features more delicate than the woman, and a tall nose, making him look a bit like a foreigner.
This man has long platinum curly hair, which is faintly exuding a faint color. In this dark space, he is extremely bewitching, but without losing his majesty.
Wen Hanwei also sensed this powerful aura, which spread out from the end of the hall and stretched across the dark years.
She slowly opened her eyes, and her eyes as clear as glass and amber reflected the boundless darkness. Her voice was slow and calm: "The former is the Lord of the Valley of Chaos."
< br>Bailian's pupils clearly reflected the man on the throne who slowly opened his eyes. The corners of his lips slowly raised, with a hint of a prey-playing smile, and he raised his index finger and placed it in front of his scarlet lips.
As soon as he opened his mouth, his voice was filled with a strong male voice: "This road is blocked."
Wen Hanwei unsheathed the Yuxiao Sword in her hand and said coldly: "It seems, After defeating you, you can leave this place.”
The man on the throne raised one leg gracefully, but his eyes were extremely cold: "Even an immortal who has transcended the tribulation realm dares to speak nonsense in front of me!" The last two words, "Whispering!" Infinite pressure, like an ancient Great Wall collapsing, is unstoppable, and the heavy wind will wear away the carvings on the stone wall even more deeply!
The hard ground seemed to have been scratched by the claws of an evil beast, leaving dozens of deep sharp marks.
Wen Hanwei took a step forward, her body under the white clothes was thin, but extremely tough. She let out a clear whistle, and the sword in her hand was sharpened in the space, making the sound of cutting paper, crisscrossing the darkness. .
The darkness was cut open, and countless black fragments scattered like shreds of paper, and then fell.
Since stepping into this black ancient city, Wen Hanwei's amber eyes have welcomed countless tiny rays of light in the long dark night.
Behind the light and shadow is the silhouette of the man on the throne.
The dark aura was crushed in an instant. With Wen Hanwei as the center, the sword energy under his feet formed an abundant cloud and mist sword array, surging and surging.
In the interplay of light and shadow, the white sword energy cloud gradually deepens in color, and its floating trajectory also turns from floating to stone.
The aura changes rapidly, the dark realm is swallowed up instantly, and a golden sun shines, reflecting the undulating mountains.
It adapts to the weights and balances the virtues of things; like a weighing instrument, it can become the heaven and the earth, which is called Hengshan.
One of the Five Sacred Mountains was attracted by her sword, turning the imaginary into reality, and outlining the majestic and oppressive sword formation field.
The ancient and mysterious black palace has completely disappeared. In the brilliant golden light, the woman in white clothes is thin and standing alone.
The misty white clouds outline her clothes, and the golden setting sun rises from the east.
The sky is slanting, and the amber eyes contain countless ancient sword formations, outlining the majestic momentum one after another.
The golden sword force drives away the darkness, the sound of bells can be heard in the distance, and the Sanskrit sounds are harmonious.
In front of me, there are flowers on the street, splashing forest springs, clear morning dew, and gentle spring breeze on both sides of the river.
This is her situation!
Wen Hanwei said: "My limit is not just ten meters."
In the field of vision that fills Bailian's eyes, white clouds, flowing water, mountains and rivers are all filled with unparalleled sword intent.
In the Hengshan Mountain that turned emptiness into reality, there are still these mottled black shadows, dancing as lightly as black snow. It belongs to that man.
Bailian was deeply shocked by the scene in front of him.
This is the first time since he fell asleep for a long time that he has been illuminated by the sun. It is not burning, but it is a distant and familiar warmth.
The man on the throne narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he thought the light was too gentle.
It is gentle but a bit sharp and dazzling.
He did not stand up, but showed an interesting and indifferent smile: "Oh? You actually used the strength of the Five Mountains Hengshan Mountain to counter my dark realm with your sword. You are quite capable."
The man looked like a man who had been bored for many years. , the person who gradually became interested in being pleased, raised his eyebrows with the same color as his hair slightly: "Come on, tell me your last name. There are not many people who can be killed by me and then write down their names, so feel honored.”
“Out of the most basic etiquette of fighting, shouldn’t you give your name first?”
Wen Hanwei snorted coldly and waved her hand to the sky. The clear sky and Hengshan Mountain were instantly covered with a layer of yellow sand and hurricane.
Kongkong has arrived, can Beast Beast be far behind
(End of this chapter)