Chapter 411 Silver Butterfly as a Sword
But Si Li, who is familiar with some Kunlun secrets, knows that the sixth river in the demon world is very likely to become the most terrifying demon river in a certain sense.
She does not think that a corpse boy who cannot rely on himself to become a demon can conquer the Demon River. The reason why she does not doubt this absurd reality is just to establish that this is something that the generals can recognize.
Si Li would never doubt the general's decision-making, but this could not change her deep-seated contempt for Bailian.
In her deep consciousness, such a frail young man who needs to be cared for and protected by her at all times cannot be compared with her fifteen brothers.
Now it seems that the impression of him being good-for-nothing has changed slightly.
"This solves a small problem. Under the second realm of Ghost Mountain, there is a no-fly ban. Now that you have tamed Pi Mo, you can use its power to enter the world of Bronze Gate." Si Li packed himself up. With the emotion of recalling, he narrowed his eyes and said.
Bailian hummed, raised his fingertips and rubbed the swollen and painful eyebrows.
Pi Mo's demonic power is extremely powerful. If he hadn't used the remaining sword intent of the heavens in the wound on his palm, he might not be able to capture it in one blow.
In terms of strength and cultivation, Pi Mo Niao far surpasses him, and the power of his spiritual consciousness is also so powerful that no one can match it.
The spiritual consciousness of Pi Mo Bird in the spiritual platform is enough to occupy his entire spiritual world, like a man who has eaten 120% full, which makes him feel a faint pain. He needs to slowly digest this spiritual consciousness before he can use the Demon River again. power.
Bailian, who was closing his eyes to adjust his breathing and rubbing his eyebrows, suddenly opened his eyes wide. In an instant, a clear command was issued in the coffin.
The eyes of the huge harpy lying quietly on the ground once again ignited the fierce demon fire.
It roared loudly, its giant wings rose from the ground, and its three bird heads picked up Bailian, Sili and the demon female assassin respectively, and threw themselves into the bronze door without hesitation. in the world.
Almost at the moment when it disappeared into the darkness, the bird held the beaks of the three people tightly and let out a painful whine. On its right wing, a very long and terrifying sound exploded. From the bloody mouth, a large amount of blood spurted out, like a bright red rainstorm.
The female devil squinted her long eyes, peering through the dark curtains, and saw the edge of the half-walled bronze door, where a tall man appeared out of nowhere.
He held a huge blue magic knife in his right hand. The handle was inlaid with a bright red eyeball, which was turning crazily and evilly.
But that man's eyes were even more evil, cold, gloomy, and even cruel than the eyes on the evil demon blade in his hand.
My eyes were sore from being blown by the dark wind, but Hongzhuang still stubbornly opened her bloodshot eyes and stared at the man's left arm.
His arms can no longer be described as arms. What extends from the wide cuffs are not human palms and five fingers, but countless bright red slender stamens, which are tightly entangled and dragging a woman.
A woman wearing a purple robe.
She lowered her head feebly and closed her eyes quietly. She didn't know whether she had stopped breathing or fell into an extremely weak sleep, so that she seemed to have no life at all.
The cheeks as pale as snow were stained with mottled red blood, giving it a sad beauty.
The soft stamens of the tree roots had already penetrated from her back to her chest, and most of her clothes were dyed red. I wonder if the color of the blood was too red and ostentatious, so that the ring between her left ear The rich color of the orb appears dim and faded.
Hongzhuang clenched the small silver scorpion blade in her hand, regardless of the sharp tip piercing her palm, causing blood to flow from her fingers. She could do nothing but stare at him, looking at her in despair. .
Si Li's voice was extremely deep: "It's actually the Demon Prison Yukiwu."
She glanced at the female Demon Lord who lowered her eyes and said nothing, and said with a smile: "There is no one on the Demon Land who knows that the Demon Prison is only She is loyal to the Demon Lord, but now, your loyal subordinate has borrowed 'Wan Ye' and traveled thousands of miles to kill you."
There is no trace of frustration on the face of the female Demon Lord, nor is there any resentment of betrayal. , her face revealed He gave a meaningful smile and said with deep eyes: "Yes, even you, an outsider, find it strange, and I am even more strange, why would he risk everything to kill me."
Her voice was still clear despite the chaotic wind, and was particularly cold: "It's really... so strange."
For some reason, there was an inexplicable chill in Balian's muscles and bones. At this moment, he actually felt that perhaps in essence, this demon king who had lost his body was most likely to be more terrifying than Demon Prison Yukuna.
Flying is prohibited in the second realm, and Xingwu from the Demon Prison cannot break this rule.
He looked down at Pi Mo, who was flying crookedly. He fluttered his sleeves and threw Ning Feiyan into the bronze door.
Immediately jumped down and trampled on her back cruelly, using Ning Feiyan as a stepping stone to buffer the dark wind.
Adjust your posture and position in mid-air, bend your knees deeply, and straighten them with all your strength. Your whole body is like an arrow off the string, shooting towards the direction of the bird.
Ning Feiyan's body was instantly swallowed up by darkness and disappeared.
Hongzhuang’s teeth clenched as she took out the silver blade in her hand and turned into a silver sharp blade and shot towards Xing Wu’s eyebrows!
A cruel smile appeared at the corner of Xingwu's mouth, and he spat out a dark poisonous insect. The evil insect flew quickly and bit the silver blade. With a bang, the small silver scorpion blade shattered into pieces. Bits of dust.
A cruel smile was shrouded in the turbulent murderous aura. He jumped on the back of the bird. The value of the 'Wan Ye' magic blade was comparable to the seventy-three cities in the eight states of the demon land, and rolled up countless terrifying... The spiritual flow of breath penetrated deeply into Pi Mo Bird's body.
No blood came out.
However, the Pi Mo bird let out an unprecedented cry of terror, and the shrill sound split the sky. It could no longer endure it, and the three songs were released in unison.
Bailian and others all fell into the abyss.
There was the sound of howling wind in my ears, and the harsh sound like the howling of ghosts and wolves filled my ears, which was very uncomfortable.
Xingwu is like a mad dog that bites hard and won't let go, and its perseverance to kill is really terrifying.
He pulled out the magic blade and flew down with a crazy and cruel look. He raised the blade and collapsed, targeting the head on his waist.
Bai Lian had seen the power of that knife with his own eyes. It could easily kill even a bird. If it were carried out, he would be cut in half directly.
The dark and profound gaze of the female devil condensed slightly. She was not desperate and frightened when she saw this scene, but her eyes only revealed a touch of doubt and suspicion.
Bailian would not wait for death, and the darkness in his eyes instantly faded to blood red.
The Devouring talent is wide open.
Along with the cold and extinct feeling of death, a bright red flower of the other side bloomed in his belly.
He knew that his talent alone could not stop this terrifying sword, so he held the flute in his left hand and the sword in his right hand, crossing to block.
But something happened at this time.
A black figure moved sideways in an instant and stopped in front of Balian. The silver sword light shone brightly in the dark world.
The solemn sword intent was awe-inspiring. In the bright sword light, Balian seemed to see countless silver butterflies flying in the sword light blooming like thin ice, just like the cold and eternal night. Countless dead stars were ignited.
The black and purple magic power of Xing Wu's whole body spurted out crazily. The force of 'Ten Thousand Nights' was enough to affect a huge space. The eyeball that was spinning crazily suddenly froze, like a death stare. The sword that opened everything bloomed, and the man standing between them had a bright red wound on his shoulder that penetrated the bone and broke the tendons.
With a snap, the hood of the cloak that covered his face was cut open by the wind of the knife, and the three thousand black and beautiful black hair continued to dance.
It’s a woman.
(End of this chapter)