Chapter 380 Shen Sha
Ying Xiu also had a face as dark as water. He couldn’t tell with his eyes that Su Jing’s faint words completely wiped out You Gui Lang’s desire to live. You Gui Lang What Lang spit out was not the black blood, but the origin of his clitoris for three thousand years.
He will run out of oil and dry up his lamp.
The Zhongyou Dynasty came all the way here to get this body of a resentful ghost that has lived for three thousand years.
But now, it is completely empty.
What's even more frustrating is that not only Yuukilang failed to succeed, but even Benizakura unexpectedly developed a rebellious spirit.
There is order in the secluded world, and all heroic ghosts must not violate the spirit master's orders.
Anyone who disobeys the order will commit a serious crime and must be thrown into the Zhongyou Suzaku Pond and undergo three years of soul refining with the holy fire as a precept to wash away the sin of disobedience.
After three years of soul refining with the Holy Fire, Hongying’s strength will inevitably be greatly reduced.
Xianling City and his party, Ying Xiu did not expect that they would suffer such loss.
What made him even more frustrated was that Su Jing knew that he was here for You Gui Lang, but he still mercilessly destroyed You Gui Lang completely, leaving no room for him.
Compared to Ying Xiu, Erhe was even more angry and mad.
Youguilang is the only key that can open the door to the three realms of Ghost Mountain. No one can replace it. If he dies, no one can enter that legendary realm and see the great king of the demon clan.
He sucked the power of his palm towards You Gui Lang, and the remaining body rose from the ground and fell into his palm. The endless spiritual energy continued to surge towards his heart.
Er Erhe's distracted body became dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye. He said in a deep voice: "Fengqing! It was I who led you into the devil and gave you a three-thousand-year life as a ghost. Your Your life is mine. If I don’t let you die, even the Lord of Netherworld will not dare to take your soul! Do you believe it or not?”
Yuukiro didn't answer, but just let out a hoarse and crazy laugh.
The evil spirit surrounding the mask became deeper, and veins popped out in the palm holding the broken body, but the voice under the mask suddenly became strangely gentle.
"My dear disciple, you have endured for three thousand years. Three thousand years, and countless mortal lives have been wasted. You have survived. Why did you give up at the last step?
You are right, A new fourth river was born three hundred years ago, but the master did not I’m going to give up on you, are you really going to give up everything for a woman?”
Yougui Lang laughed, with black blood between his lips and teeth, and his blood-red eyes were filled with indescribable sarcasm: “I’m so scared. Even if I’m going to die, do you think I’ll still care about this?”
The hands holding his body were almost unable to contain the terrifying murderous intent. He turned sideways with a pair of dangerous blood-red eyes and looked at Su Jing through the mask. His eerie gaze almost pierced the heart!
"Okay...that's great! Years of planning have been shattered in one fell swoop! Tai Xuanzong, Su Jing - I really shouldn't have kept you back then!"
Ying Xiu's face darkened. The anger in his eyes couldn't be stopped, and he said sternly: "Take down this demon." "Head!"
Look at me, look at you, everyone. They are not monks under Zhongyou. Naturally, they don't have to obey Yingxiu's orders. The evil reputation of Liuhe in the Demon Realm has shocked the ancient and modern times. , let alone the existence of the mysterious level before Sanhe.
Even if it is just a distraction, none of them dare to be the one who stands out.
Balian turned the piccolo lightly in his hand, and just as he was about to take action, there was a sound of a figure rushing by beside him.
Looking around, it was Meng Zifei.
His face was solemn. He held a fly whisk in his left arm, and held a sword in his right hand to draw a yin and yang diagram. The sound of sword intent piercing the air was heard one after another. A strong wind blew on the mountain road, and countless snowflakes turned like blades. , immediately turned into a fierce sword intent like a violent storm, and enveloped it in the direction of the Second River. The power of the sword actually contained a violent meaning that contained anger.
Amidst the endless sharpness, Erhe's vicious eyes under the mask were slightly blood-red, and he let out a light sigh, as if he was the first one to attack him by accident. The man is Meng Zifei.
The palm with a broken finger pressed deeply towards the ground beneath his feet, and the sky was filled with snow. At this moment, the sword intention seemed to feel an unprecedented gravity, and it plummeted towards the earth. The light and weightless flying snow broke out of the black earth. Countless deep holes, riddled with holes as if eaten by insects.
The disparity in power is evident at a glance.
But Bailian clearly caught Erhe's moment of hesitation, as if he was hesitating whether to kill Meng Zifei here.
Then he just sighed softly.
The murderous intention is no longer suppressed and concealed.
The palm that was pressed down was lifted up again, and countless slender ice needles were suspended in the countless small holes on the ground, which were like insect food. Each ice needle was condensed with powerful spiritual thoughts, and stood on the ground like countless murderous intentions. , the cold wind suddenly picked up on the mountain road, shooting out like wind and snow.
Meng Zifei sensed the murderous intent of the Second River. His face was pale, but he had no intention of retreating. He raised the sword in his hand to protect the vital points of his eyes, and his left hand whisk flew like three thousand White silk threads dance wildly.
The slender ice needles flew around like broken grass, but they were extremely sharp. The white whisk threads scattered in profusion, and the ice needles hit Meng Zifei's hands and legs deeply without any suspense. , chest, little blood stains stained his body red.
An especially long, slender and vicious ice needle stabbed towards his heart.
Meng Zifei let out a low roar, and ducked sideways in mid-air on the thin line between life and death.
The ice needle scratched his clothes, and a pool of blood gradually appeared. Even the ghost flower he had hidden thoughtfully to ward off the demon poison fell out like shredded paper stained with blood.
Meng Zifei took the lead in taking action. Although he did not cause substantial harm to Yougui Lang, he was still stained with blood and fell to the ground heavily.
However, it successfully aroused everyone's fighting spirit. They roared in unison, and all forces formed formations to fight.
It was precisely because of Meng Zifei's action that everyone knew the depth of Erhe's distraction.
There will be no worries.
After all, even if he only captured a distraction, it would still be the distraction of the Second River.
Ying Xiu strode forward, helped Meng Zifei up, and put her palms on his back to continuously transfer spiritual power to him and protect his heart.
“I don’t know whether to live or die! The various forces present here are more powerful than just a handful of hands. How could it be your turn to die!”
Meng Zifei opened his eyes weakly, his lips pale. He said nothing, looked at Balian steadily, and moved his lips silently.
Bailian did not follow the team that besieged Erhe. The particularly clean eyes under the umbrella turned slightly and looked at the dying Meng Zifei in Ying Xiu's arms.
He was silent for a long time, until he saw Meng Zifei's blood-covered left hand tremblingly stroking the whisk with thousands of broken threads. Seeing his eyes gradually becoming moist, Balian sighed and said with a hint of helplessness: "Mr. Meng is seriously injured and weak. It is best to rest and recover."
Meng Zifei shook his lips, smiled gratefully at him, then tilted his head, and he passed out.
(End of this chapter)