Chapter 168: Kill the demon in anger
The cool breeze is blowing, with a slightly sweet smell.
The morning bells in the distant mountains are ringing a few times. The ancient mountains with fallen trees are covered by years of frost and snow. Under the shadow of the rugged whirling plum trees, a plain dress that is whiter than snow falls lightly on the ancient mountains. Under the tree.
That long and thin figure is as pure as ever. She is like a white snowflake in the world, falling silently and silently into the cold snow.
Clothed in white snow, she closed her eyes quietly, half-leaning against an ancient tree, her eyelashes hung with frost, as if she was sleeping peacefully.
The woman's beautiful neck, which looked like a thin layer of snow on the branches, was now dyed with a striking bright red.
The thin snow on my shoulders turned into red snow, and my white clothes dyed half of my body red.
Like a beautiful red lotus blooming in the snow.
It can be seen that her injuries are extremely serious at this moment.
But her brows were extremely quiet and peaceful, as if she was in a soft dream and didn't want to wake up.
Beside her, lying quietly was a white jade mask with a broken corner.
The green mountains are covered with snow, and the beauty is like jade.
It is like a beautiful picture embedded in the world.
The sound of rustling footsteps broke the beautiful tranquility in this corner of the world.
"A Jing?" A slightly surprised female voice accompanied the light falling snow.
Hearing someone calling her name, the eyelids of the injured and sleeping woman under the tree moved slightly. The frost hanging between the eyelashes fell like thin snow, and the eyelashes returned to a thick and thick color.
She opened her eyes and looked at the person in front of her quietly. Her eyes were clear and unruffled, like ancient ink that had been silent for thousands of years.
A strand of water-like ink hair slowly slid down from her temples and cheeks. The snowflakes falling in her hair were soaked in the white snow face, making her as bright and clear as a jade tree.
"Is something wrong?" His eyes were clear, his voice was light, and there was no trace of the trance or haziness of waking up from a deep sleep.
When she woke up the first time, she had a cold face, raised her white fingertips, and pinched her earlobe expressionlessly.
In front of him, the handsome monk Jiachen, who was pale and unconscious, was behind the curtain.
Her soft eyes looked at the young master Su Jing, who was covered in blood, with a hint of shock.
Ye Lian hurriedly took two steps forward and said hurriedly: "How could A Jing be injured like this?!"
Su Jing did not like to be in close contact with others, even those from the same sect. One of the famous Taixuan Nine Classics.
She held the hilt of the sword and gently pressed it against Ye Liang's shoulder to stop her from approaching, and repeated lightly again: "Is something wrong?"
I don't know whether it was the cold wind or the heavy snow and deep freeze. Compared with the skin of her neck, which was as white as glistening snow, Su Jing's ears seemed to be frozen, slightly red, and trembling as if it was itchy.
With an expressionless face, she couldn't help but raise her hand and rub it gently.
Ye Lian looked very unbelievable, but he still calmed down in response to Su Jing's question.
She said: "Jiachen is seriously injured and should not travel far. I wanted to go to Zilan Mountain to find a spiritual spring to heal his wounds, but I never expected to see you, Ajing, here. Ah Jing. How could Jing be here? Time? And it's so injured..."
Ye Lian looked at her carefully. She had never seen Su Jing in such a bloody mess since he came out of the mountain. .
Even the mask that was never taken off was gone, which made people worried.
"Nothing."
Su Jing put away her sword and stood up, put the mask in her arms and put it away, then patted the snow on the clothes hem, and said lightly: "Mask It’s broken and I’m in a bad mood.”
Of course Ye Lian knew that her precious mask was broken by that little girl, so she must be in a bad mood. But what does her bad mood have to do with her current appearance?
Su Jing glanced at her lightly, seeming to understand the confusion in her eyes.
She pursed her lips and looked away from the distant mountains. Her cold and indifferent gaze flowed into the distance, and her voice was as cold as light smoke: "I was in a bad mood, so I went to Demon Prison Mountain."
< br>Ye Liang's heart trembled, The corner of his mouth twitched: "Demon... Demon Prison Mountain."
That is where sinful demons gather. The great demons captured by the powerful immortal sect predecessors in the world were all sealed and placed in Demon Prison Mountain, and became the younger generation of disciples. The place of trial.
Although it is a place of trial, the younger generation of geniuses also need to be accompanied by their elders and go into the mountains to trial in order to ensure their own safety.
There are great demons in the mountains, and there is also the legendary Demon King who transcends tribulations. There are some taboo places that even the seniors of the Immortal Family dare not touch easily.
Her Ajing... just broke in alone?
“You went to Demon Prison Mountain just because you were in a bad mood?”
What kind of temperament is this for a willful young lady? Do you think you are Yin Baishuang?
Su Jing's black jade-like eyes were somewhat deep, and the snow-white skin contrasted with the thin red color between Yingying's earlobes, which made the cold and frosty aura around her much lighter.
She said: "I couldn't kill the girl from the Lihe Sect, so I went to Demon Prison Mountain and slaughtered a demon king, and I felt much better."
Ye Lian shook his body fiercely: "The demon... Demon King? That’s the realm of overcoming the tribulation. A Jing, you haven’t overcome the tribulation yet. How can you act like this?” It would hurt so badly.
Thinking of this, Ye Liang felt faintly afraid.
Fortunately, the young master of her family came out with good hands and feet, otherwise I really don’t know how to explain to the sect master this time when I went down the mountain.
Although he knew that Su Jing had no need to lie, Ye Lian still found it a bit strange to hear her say that she had killed a demon king.
"A Jing, with your spirit-bearing realm, did you really kill a demon king like this?"
Su Jing frowned, pointed in a certain direction, and said: " The demon king's head is here, and can be brought into the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance to exchange for spiritual stones."
As the jade finger pointed, there was only a pool of bright red blood on the white snow.
Su Jing narrowed his eyes and said nothing.
Ye Lian sniffed lightly with the tip of his nose, and his expression was a little hard to explain: "It really is the smell of the demon king, and the smell of wild dogs."
The head of a majestic demon king, no matter where it is placed, is a glorious trophy that can shock everyone.
Unfortunately, she was wounded and killed by her young master. When she was tired, she found a big tree to sleep on, and casually kicked the demon king's head aside. In the end, she ended up being eaten by a wild dog.
As a member of the Seventh Sutra of Taixuan, Ye Lian is really speechless at this moment.
Snowflakes fell on Kachen's white cassock. As if feeling the slightest chill, the injured and comatose young monk slowly woke up.
He coughed twice, choked out a few mouthfuls of blood and sprinkled it on the hem of the leaf curtain.
The monk frowned and was slightly startled when he saw the woman in white under the tree. Then a smile appeared on his pale face: "Young Master actually took off the mask?"
Hearing the voice coming from behind, Ye Lian moved his eyebrows and called out softly: "Jiachen..."
Su Jing glanced at him and did not continue to wear the mask. topic, he said coldly: "The Master of the Eight Classics was so seriously injured. It seems that it has been confirmed that the person behind the Jiu Niang incident is indeed the Demon Sect."
Jiachen said with a bitter smile: " If that's all, that's it." He slowly raised his charming eyebrows, his dark eyes flickering slightly: "The sealed six rivers in the demon world have begun to recover."
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(End of this chapter)