Chapter 280 Seal of Love
After being confused and confused, He Sha, the female corpse behind Fang Geyu, suddenly opened her blue-grey eyes and said sharply: "Be careful! He's back! ”
Fang Geyu His heart trembled violently. Before he could figure out who the 'he' was in the female corpse's mouth, in the darkness of the deep tunnel ahead, like a sinister wind, a swift shadow that was deeper and more terrifying than the darkness swept through. Under the subtle light, A gloomy air surrounded the shadow.
The ancient green dust on the ground rose up silently, the hair brushed against the face, and an evil aura passed by like a blade.
Fang Geyu had no way of reacting. He only felt a chill in his heart and looked down.
She saw the red clothes full of blood, blooming poignantly like bright red stamens in her heart, and the strands of black aura were like sharp and vicious threads spiraling and pulling, pulling out thousands of strands of black aura from behind her.
You can even vaguely smell the smell of blood spreading in the air.
"Fang Xiaoyu!!!" Baili Xianxian shouted sternly with red eyes.
The approach of death made Fang Geyu feel gloomy. There was no fear, only a faint regret that came from nowhere.
The black air passing through his heart was like gauze and mist, as gentle as an ink-colored cloud, slowly lingering between a bloodless and skinny index finger.
In the deep and cold basement, a pale man with a gloomy temperament suddenly appeared. The female body that collapsed on the ground fell into the arms of this man at some point.
The man had a snare drum on his waist, and he was holding another human skin snare tightly in his hand, with blood dripping from his black and sharp nails.
At this time, Fang Geyu discovered that the small human skin drum had been snatched away by the other party silently when he passed by. There was nothing under his palm, and there was a crack in his wrist, and three bright red streaks appeared. Paw prints.
"You... You Gui Lang..." Baili Xianxian's complexion turned pale and ugly, and for a moment, his heart felt like death.
"Huh." Yougui Lang sneered, and moved his fingers wrapped in black energy slightly, and Fang Geyu felt a tearing pain in his heart, as if his heart was about to be cut into pieces by a thousand knives.
But it was this intense pain that suddenly made her dim and confused look clearer, and her desire to die disappeared.
Yougui Lang was very surprised that she could still show such an expression now. Just as he was about to make a move, the female corpse in his arms, Hesha, let out an unseasonable groan of pain.
His eyes changed slightly, and he looked down at the female corpse's facial features that were about to become blurred and dispersed. His pupils shrank hard, and he no longer cared about Fang Geyu. His palms were pressed against the cold vest of the female corpse, and his pure Yin The power of resentment slowly entered her body.
The three-petal dark red apricot flower mark under Yuguilang's eyes became dim and colorless with the passage of Yin Qi, and the dark eyes also turned into a light gray color.
He pursed his lips and watched as the condition of the female corpse gradually improved and her facial features gradually became clearer. Only then did his pursed lips break into a relaxed sneer.
"When did you change your stubborn temper? When I blinded your eyes, you didn't even moan. Now I just want to kill someone who hurt you, and you can't bear it anymore?"< br>
The female corpse was a little shorter than him, and her vagina was so damaged that she could barely lie between his chest.
Every time she got close to him, her right hand would always stick to his heart almost instinctively, but this did not mean relying on closeness.
With all her fingers sharpened, she was thinking all the time about how to break open this chest and take out the rotten black heart inside!
Yougui Lang raised his eyebrows, as if he had been used to her behavior for a long time, and said in a cold tone: "Don't worry, as long as I am here, you will not die."
The female corpse imitated Fang Geyu's tone and stabbed him: "But I'm already dead, killed by you!" Yougui Lang smiled instead of being angry, and stuffed the human skin drum in his hand under the disgusted expression of the female corpse Hesha. He fell into her arms and laughed loudly: "All things are like clouds, why are they not there? I am a ghost. The way to immortality is nothing." All gods and mortals cannot escape the saying, "Life or death is up to you." But here, your life and death are up to me."
He pinched the chin of the female corpse. , looking at her blue-grey eyes, Yougui Lang's cold and stern face finally became a little more tender.
"Don't be afraid, you are just taking off a skin. You are different from those ordinary people who have to sink into death and illness like walking on thin ice, walking on thin ice, trembling and living a cautious life day by day. , It’s over.”
The female corpse Hesha, who looked fearless just now, turned extremely pale because of these tender words, and her teeth trembled.
Her voice became extremely soft, giving the impression of being cautious, but the words she spoke made Baili Xianxian break into a cold sweat.
"Fengqing, why don't you die?"
You don't need to guess, you also know that Fengqing is the name of Yougui Lang.
The fierce ghost Youlang has been in the world of ghosts for three thousand years. The world only knows his name as a fierce ghost, but has long forgotten his Taoist name when he was born.
People only think that three thousand years ago, Youguilang, who was a Taoist priest of the Immortal Sect, was buried and forgotten along with his name on the eve of his suicide as a demon.
But he never thought that he would be lucky enough to hear the name of Youguilang from a female corpse.
Hearing this name, a trace of ferociousness flashed across Yuguilang's eyes. The palm holding her chin slid down to her neck, and the veins on the back of his hand popped out: "I said, I will allow you to call this name. In front of others - don’t be too presumptuous!”
I was about to exert force on my palms, but I heard Fang Geyu’s long voice from the side, with a hint of laziness that was born to mock people:
"Fengqing comes from the Tao Fa Sect, a fairy sect that rose to prosperity three thousand years ago and then quickly collapsed.
Within the clan, the disciples of Fengqing are the last, and the sect leader is the most I love and cherish my beloved disciples. The Tao Fa Sect originated from the Yuan Mountain and declined from the Dongwan Mountain. The cause of the battle to destroy the sect was none other than you."
Yugui Lang's complexion turned from sunny to gloomy.
Fang Geyu slowly turned around from the light and shadow, regardless of the fact that his heart was torn apart and bleeding.
She held the sword with one hand and gently brushed the wound with her fingers. Her fingertips, as white as snow, were stained with a touch of enchanting crimson. The contempt in her eyes was not concealed at all.
Baili Xianxian was startled again and again, thinking that this crazy woman was really not afraid of offending that evil ghost at all.
Fang Geyu saw that Yougui Lang was silent, she chuckled, and said: "Back then, the master of the Dao Fa Sect was at a critical period of ascending to the Tao. In that era, materials were scarce and spiritual stones were deep. Buried in the ancient river, there are also terrifying monsters guarding it, which places great restrictions on human practice.
The emergence of an immortal who can overcome tribulations in the human world can be described as a miracle amidst all the difficulties. And the master of Daofa Sect is your master. With destiny, he can break the boundaries of the human world and create miracles. It is a great pity that you will not I listened to the old man and went down the mountain to join the world, which caused a lot of trouble. "
Speaking, Fang Geyu turned his eyes slowly, and finally set his eyes on Baili Xianxian for the second time since entering the basement.
(End of this chapter )