Chapter 376: Heart Burial
However, Balian’s own purpose is not for You Gui Lang. In any case, it is the best policy to temporarily force You Gui Lang out of the second realm and then do other methods.
He didn't pay attention to the several monks who were fighting angrily towards him. The nine-headed unicorn outside the car roared loudly, stepped out of the waves and clouds of fire, and kicked the chests of those monks hard. On top of it, he stepped on them and knocked them unconscious.
The master's territory cannot be invaded by others.
Yougui Lang laughed loudly and was very proud. He hid in the dark sand that was about to disperse and said inexplicable words that no one could understand: "I quit! Now that I have this girl , What else can I ask for in that sad dream of Spring and Autumn! From now on, there will be no ghost ghost like me in the fairy city! I want to use my life to open the door for you, you idiot!"
I don't know whether it was intentional or not, but there were so many Yin spirits that interfered with Ying Xiu that he was unable to do anything for a while.
He ordered sternly: "Get Yougui Lang!"
There was a hidden curse in the order.
A crimson five-pointed star pattern flashed on the forehead of the heroic spirit Hong Ying. Under the influence of the power of the word spirit, her black hair danced wildly, and a shadow formation formed in the surrounding areas. The small world instantly turned into a battlefield in the underworld.
The red blood-stained earth, the broken sword flag, and the bloody setting sun are about to stagger and fall from the western horizon, just like the gradual darkness when the morning light passes.
Where the horizon meets the light, Yuukiro's figure is clearly locked.
The red cherry blossoms disappeared in place, like a gust of cold wind passing by, raising a faint shadow of smoke on the black soil.
In the blood-curtain battlefield, the sharp and cold blade light flashed continuously as the red cherry smoke-like shadow continued.
Yougui Lang's face was solemn, a high-pitched roar burst out from his mouth, his eyes were blood red, and he tightened the female ghost in his arms without hesitation and greeted her with his back.
The blade held by Hongying's fingertips trembled slightly and shot out, setting off several gusts of wind, but they failed to fall on Yuukiro.
The strong wind passed over his cheek, wiping out a long and thin streak of blood.
The blade radiated into the darkness, piercing the dark shadow screen and tearing a huge gap in the sky of the battlefield.
Yougui Lang was startled.
Shocked.
Confused.
Accident.
These emotions flashed across his face, leaving him unable to think deeply about why he was helped by strangers again and again at the end of his life.
Seizing every opportunity to escape, he rushed towards the gap without hesitation.
Behind him, Ying Xiu roared in anger: "Hongying! You dare to betray me?!"
Hongying? !
This name was like a soft thorn that tickled Yuguilang's cold heart.
His fleeing footsteps subconsciously stopped for a moment.
Perhaps the desire to survive at this moment was more important than anything else, so he did not recall the origin of the name for a moment, nor did he notice that the blind band on the face of the female heroic spirit from Zhongyou had already been covered with blood. Soaked.
Hesitating only for a moment, he continued to move forward on the sand, the thought of living taking over everything in his heart.
As for the punishment that the female heroic spirit who betrayed Prince Zhongyou should receive, that was not his concern.
Just because of this moment of inexplicable hesitation, the torn crack partially healed, making it difficult for him to pass through.
Yukilang impatiently opened a palm, trying to forcefully break the formation.
At this moment, a man's palm came through the dusk. The palm was bladed and looked very ordinary. There was no spiritual light or profound energy between the palms, and only a faint callus remained on the palm. , like a farmer's hand that often inserts rice.
But when that hand appeared in Yuguilang's sight, his face showed unprecedented fear. That palm was like tofu, crushing Yuguilang's extended palm, forearm, and arm one by one.
A hand that looks extremely ordinary, but conceals unparalleled power.
As a result, Yuukilang's body, which was almost about to escape from this situation, became mutilated and bloody, and fell from a high place.
In the darkness, there was a cold snort: "Do you think you can escape? Good disciple."
Yugui Lang's eyes went black for a while, and he immediately struggled to get up, but Without any warning, two balls of blood exploded from his knees, and he knelt down again.
Good disciple?
Does Yuukiro still have his master's?
Yes, when You Gui Lang was a human being, his master was the leader of a righteous sect in the world. However, because he went down the mountain and accidentally killed one person, no one in the entire sect was left alive.
Therefore, his master should have passed away three thousand years ago.
Could it be that he was the new disciple he became a disciple after turning into a fierce ghost?
Why have you never heard of it?
Everyone looked up and looked around blankly, hearing the mocking chuckles in the air.
Yougui Lang was kneeling on the ground, looking terrifying and ferocious, like a vicious dog whose old wounds had been suddenly torn open, and he kept letting out shrill roars.
When Meng Zifei heard the laughter, it was like a vulture circling, and the color on his face instantly disappeared. He clenched the whisk in his hand, and the veins on the back of his hand were slightly raised, and he was actually trembling.
He looked very ugly. He used one free hand to tightly hold the wrist of the other hand, and then he barely stopped shaking.
Bailian's eyes settled on Meng Zifei for a moment, taking in a series of his subtle actions, and then he saw a man in a purple robe slowly walking out of the night.
The man wore a metal mask on his face, and the mask was faintly entwined with dark demonic aura, showing a deep and strange look.
He faced everyone and said straight to the point: "I come from one of the long rivers in the far north. The name of the river is Heart Burial."
As soon as he said this, everyone changed their expressions, and some people exclaimed. Voice: "Devil...the remnants of the Demon Sect..."
The man in purple robe chuckled.
Then the man's head rolled to the ground like a melon, and the wounds on his neck and shoulders were like mirrors. They were covered by a thin layer of sword energy, and the blood could not break through the sword energy.
The atmosphere in the surrounding area instantly froze like ice.
"I am indeed a member of the Demon Sect. You can call me Demon, you can call me Second River, but please don't use the word remnant."
A formation came from under the skull mask. There was a burst of laughter, and his voice seemed to be blocked by some sound. After being processed by magic, the original voice could not be heard, he said leisurely: "After all, our Langya Demon Sect has not yet reached the day of annihilation."
He stepped on him and shouted On Yuguilang's head, he crushed his cheek deeply into the soil.
His voice was full of love and regret: "My dear disciple, if you were obedient and opened the door to the three realms, my master would not have to be exposed to the sight of these sheep. You are like this You are playing, but you are disobeying the teacher’s order.”
You Gui Lang gritted his teeth: "Don't even think about letting me be used by you again!"
Zi Pao chuckled twice, and held his big hand in the direction of You Gui Lang, and the female ghost He Sha in Yu Gui Lang's arms suddenly rose into the air. , was sucked and held by him vigorously.
At this moment, the sound of the flute suddenly rose rapidly, and the dark wind between heaven and earth acted as a blade, slashing towards the protruding palm of the purple-robed man.
Zi Pao snorted and quickly retracted his palm as if he was afraid. The sharp wind brushed his fingertips and cut off a section of his finger.
However, there was no blood spurting out at all. Before the severed finger fell to the ground, it turned into a wisp of black flame and dispersed into embers.
I have just found a place to stay. Sorry for the late update. I would like to recommend a book written by a good friend: Immortal Cultivators Don’t Talk about Martial Arts
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