Chapter 304 The white moon and the cold wind illuminate the snow
These corpses of white bones accumulated into mountains have long since lost their souls, and have turned into the most evil and strange resentment in the world and merged under these huge skeletons.
Countless dim pupils stared at Bailian coldly and emotionlessly. The giant white bone palm that was shattered by the wish bead kept having green Yin energy splashing out, looking scared for a moment. It is difficult to heal and repair.
The giant bone raised another palm again, covering most of the night sky like a moon, and swatted it in the direction of Bai Lian.
Extremely powerful and terrifying Qi burst out from the palm of the giant bone. The dark wind blew away the grass on the land, and even the green vegetation ten miles away fell down like reeds.
Only Balian felt a strong suction pulling him under the terrifying bone palm.
Bailian took a step forward, and the Suzaku Coffin turned into golden light and flew into the jade of the clear water. He actually abandoned this ancient coffin that could control flying.
He was like a light feather picked up by the strong wind, floating weightlessly towards the palm of the giant bone.
The red clothes on his body made a rustling sound, the white hairband that bound his hair was also caught up somewhere, and his long black hair was messed up by the strong wind.
The young man's face became blurred in the shadow, and the thickly painted brows under the black hair were vaguely visible, and they looked unusually mysterious and profound.
That huge bony palm came with a fierce force, and in an instant, Bailian's tiny figure was submerged under the palm.
The crimson blood mist was misty and condensed on the swaying treetops in the dark mist. The heroic spirit Hongying arrived here from the battlefield on the other side in a very short time.
There was blood flowing between her fingers, and the sheen of the cold blade suddenly shone with a bright red edge, as if she was preparing to rescue the unrelated young man at the end of his life.
The next moment, her fingertips trembled slightly, as if she sensed something, and she tilted her head slightly in disbelief, feeling a little surprised.
Bailian's figure mysteriously disappeared under the bone hand in an extremely subtle moment, leaving no trace. Only the faint smell of blood lingering in his clothes could be smelled in the air.
Under the madness, I don’t know where the breeze comes from.
While searching again, Bailian appeared on the back of Skeleton Hand.
The terrifying blow just now was in vain.
The crimson broad robe and long sleeves fluttered in the ghostly wind, like the richly colored flaming flags on the battlefield.
The Bone Mountain is so majestic that the sky above his head seems to be very close to him. The clear moonlight penetrates the dark clouds and falls on him like an arrow piercing the forest.
The young man stood there, showing a thin and tall figure in the moonlight.
The white bone giant roared in anger and cracked the sky for nine days. He raised his hand high and pushed Bailian to the highest point.
It was so cold up there that a thick layer of white frost formed between Balian’s eyelashes. He raised his arm and collapsed, and the jade flute in his hand that looked extremely noble and fragile was inserted into the bones at his feet. among.
The cracked wound on the palm of the hand has not healed, and blood is flowing down the body of the flute.
The arms raised high above the head suddenly stagnated, as if they were imprisoned by some kind of force.
The empty eye sockets of thousands of skulls continued to burst out with shrill firelight.
Hong Ying stood on the treetops, her body trembling slightly. Even though they were far apart, she deeply felt an innate domineering and noble power knocking on her heart and soul, making her unable to stop. Kneel down and surrender.
This strange feeling, even the spiritual master she said she served, Ying Xiu, had never given her such a strong feeling.
The huge raised bone arm was not like Fang Geyu's talisman fire attack. There were countless corpses and white bones withering away, but Fang Geyu saw it very clearly, and his apricot eyes widened. The dark fire contained in the eyes of the skeleton and white bones entrenched between the bony arms seemed to have been extinguished by a heavy rain, instantly turning into empty and dark eye sockets.
The sound of cracking bones spread throughout the countryside, and the huge bone arm like a tower collapsed inch by inch. Bone fragments and white ash fell to the ground. The dancing snow turned into fine snow dust and fell quietly.
The stars break through the darkness, and the waning moon becomes full.
Bailian twitched the jade flute but did not play it, but the whine of the Qingyue flute came from the wind. Under the crumbling and peeling white bones, a gap appeared in the green resentful body.
The rich Yin Qi spurted out like a spring. As Bailian raised his arms, the spring-like power of Yin resentment was like a wave set off by a huge force. Magnificent waves surged into the jade flute in Balian's hand.
The huge mountain of bones is collapsing, and Balian is falling from high in the sky.
It seemed that this victory was extremely easy, but Bailian's face had turned completely pale, and the piccolo in his hand could hardly be held, and it might slip from his palm at any time.
So much so that when the flying bone fragments and broken sharp fingers hit him against the wind, he couldn't even block it.
His cheeks and clothes were cut apart, and his body kept falling, hitting the huge skeleton heavily, creating a deep pit in the giant bone.
The power of resentment in the skeleton is not extinguished, and the terrifying counterattack force almost cracks the bones of Baili Pian's body.
Amidst the bone dust that filled the sky, Balian stood up unsteadily, and drops of blood were dripping from his clothes, falling on the white skeleton. Then extinguished the fire between the bones.
The clouds are bright and clear, the moon is white and the wind is shining brightly on the snow.
Half of Balian's cheeks were dyed red, and there was no expression in his deep blood-red eyes. He walked step by step to the heart of the giant bone, where Ji Ying's bones were buried.
The soul contained between the brows of her pale skull has become extremely dim, as if it may be extinguished at any time.
The patched coarse linen dress had already been shattered into wisps of cloth in the sky in that battle, and the white bones were about to be swallowed up. The deceased was unconscious, but this corpse seemed to feel the feeling of Balian gaze.
Ka ka ka......
The pale skeletal arms stretched towards him.
Bailian squatted down, held the cold hand bones, raised his heavy and difficult arm, inserted the edgeless jade flute into the pile of bones, pried it hard, and shattered the surrounding bones. The power that engulfed her.
Among the broken bones, he pulled out most of Ji Ying's bones.
The giant bone lying on the ground let out a roar, and the other arm without a hand hit him hard in the chest!
Bailian's back was tense. He did not dodge or evade, nor did he pull out his flute. He adjusted his position slightly, and actually resisted the blow with his back wide open.
This time, Balian felt that his entire back was no longer his, and the pain was so numb.
More blood overflowed from the corners of his lips and dripped down.
Bailian did not notice that a drop of blood fell into the brow of the white bones protected under him.
The dim soul quickly absorbed the drop of blood and jumped silently.
He tightened his lips and felt the whistling sound coming from his ears again. It was obvious that the huge bone ghost under his feet did not want him to rescue Ji Ying and launched another offensive. It was bound to kill him. She slapped herself back into her body.
(End of this chapter)