Chapter 315: Little Ghost at Night
Bailian is a corpse demon. According to common sense, he will not feel cold due to external environmental factors.
But at this moment, his hands and feet were cold and weak, as if he had been filled with heavy lead, and he was very weak.
His body was tightly entangled by countless dark tree vines, especially the two vital parts of his neck and waist. The vines seemed to have independent consciousness and tried to strangle him alive.
Bailian doesn’t need to breathe, so he won’t be strangled to death by it.
What made him feel heavy was that the tree vine had been absorbing the essence and blood in his body. The coldness he felt was not due to the strong wind in the ghost mountain, but from the loss of blood inside his body.
Behind him is a towering tree. Bailian has never seen such a huge and terrifying tree. This tree is as high as a thousand feet and grows between cliffs. The tree is so huge that Like a small mountain, it covers the cliffs.
This ancient tree is larger and older than the ancient tree on the edge of the cliff outside Youguilang's abandoned house.
I don’t know how many years he has been growing up in the ghost mountain, and even every tree and vine wrapped around his body has turned into a demon.
I think the old tree on the cliff is the vine of this giant tree.
Balian's thoughts were a little confused and a little flustered.
Because when he fell off the cliff, the little hand that held his wrist tightly let go at some point.
The flow of blood in the body has almost exhausted the power of darkness in the body. Balian tried to use the energy in the body to attract the Qiu Shui Sword. He could sense that the Qiu Shui Sword was not far away.
But there was no response at all.
His right hand was still holding the jade flute tightly, but he poured his spiritual power into it. The jade flute was cold and unresponsive, far from the familiar feeling he had when fighting Ghost Lang.
The jade flute was made from the yin jade in the Senluo Hall. It was thought that ordinary spiritual power could not be controlled, but Balian vaguely felt that when he was fighting against Yougui Lang, the power in the jade flute was also It's not the power of darkness that belongs to the corpse demon.
Is it possible...
There is a third power hidden in his body that even he himself is not aware of?
There is no time to think deeply.
Because he was twenty meters away from his side, Bai Lian saw Fang Geyu.
Fang Geyu, like him, was tied tightly by the tree demon's vines and hung under a branch. His eyes were closed quietly, his long eyelashes were drooped, and his face was so pale that there was no trace of blood. Looks very pathetic.
Her lips were pursed tightly and her color was very pale. She didn’t know whether she was dead or alive.
Bailian's heart tightened and he struggled violently under the tree.
It’s just that this tree vine has drained away a lot of essence and blood from his body. All the bones in his body are stiff, and his body is getting weaker and weaker. Not to mention breaking through the countless tree vines entangled in his body, even twitching his fingers All are impossible.
Under the thick roots of this huge ancient tree rooted in the rocky ground, you can even clearly see the white bones of some kind of beast, or the skull of a human.
This tree demon has survived here for too long, so long that it has become very old and can no longer hunt things for food. It relies on these trees and vines that are like descendants of it to trap the prey to death. Dragging it deep into the roots of the earth, it was absorbed and devoured by the tree demon.
The slow passage of time, in this quiet world, can make people clearly feel the cruelty of time.
Although his reason was telling him not to panic, he should calm down and resolve the current predicament.
I also knew very well that since Fang Geyu was not dragged into the tree demon crypt, it meant that her life was not cut off at this moment.
However, what really makes him feel uneasy is that he can clearly know where his limit is, but he cannot predict when Fang Geyu's life will come to an end. He was afraid that the next moment, he would see the vines wrapped around Fang Geyu's body dragging her into the darkness that he could not see like the hands of a demon.
At that time, how should he stop it.
Whether he has the power to stop it.
At this moment, a burst of fire lit up in the darkness.
The cluster of firelight was bright red in color, as thick as blood, jumping faintly in front of nothingness.
This light does not seem to bring any warm feeling to people. Looking from a distance, the blood-like fireworks seem to be burning fiercely from the underworld.
Bailian stared deeply at the fire, and a slight chill spread from his heart to his limbs, because the moment the fire ignited, the wind in the surrounding fields calmed down, and those The ghosts flying in the wind disappeared like ghosts and beasts returning to their nests.
What kind of existence is it? The mere presence of its aura can make all the evil creatures here fear and avoid it.
The fire was still in the distant darkness one moment, and the next moment it came to Balian, so fast that he had no time to identify what it was, and a cold little hand touched it On his cheek.
The cold breath hit his cheek.
The red light in Balian's eyes was about to flash, but he met a pair of big, watery black eyes in the darkness.
He couldn't remember where he had seen these eyes before, but they made him very familiar, nostalgic, and close to them.
The same is true for those eyes, which are clearly filled with bone-chilling Yin energy, but there is no hostility in those eyes.
The cold little hands passed across his cheeks and grabbed the vines on his body, without even using any force. The vines seemed to have been drained of moisture, and instantly withered and turned into ashes.
Before Balian's body fell heavily, a soft cloud caught him.
Balian finally saw the owner of those big black eyes clearly, and he exclaimed in shock: "Shou?!"
The ghost boy raised by Yin Baishuang whom he met on Kongcang Mountain, Shou.
The firelight was not firelight, but the particularly festive red bellyband on Shou's body. I don't know what material it was made of. When it was set off by the cold wind in the ghost mountain, it glowed crimson.
Hearing Bailian pronounce his name, Shouguang walked around Bailian with a pair of fat little feet, stepping on the dark clouds.
Bailian had no intention of reminiscing with him, so he put his arms around the little guy, hugged his cold body, and quickly came to Fang Geyu's side, saying, "Can you help me too?" Her? ”
As if he heard the anxiety in his tone, Shouya couldn't care less about the happiness of reunion. He patted his small chest and looked like he was wrapping it around me. He put his two hands on the demonic vine that Fang Geyu stretched out. Tear it apart with all your strength.
In an instant, these arrogant demonic vines dispersed into a cloud of dust.
The little guy is so tough that he is almost too handsome.
Bailian caught Fang Geyu with one hand. Although her body was cold and her breathing was weak, her breathing was steady and her life was not in danger.
He breathed a sigh of relief, placed his palm against Fang Geyu's pulse and quickly used some spiritual energy to calm her down.
(End of this chapter)