Chapter 500 Thousand Character Essay
The sea water on both sides of the bank separated by the Shifang Sword collapsed, and the dragon's whiskers entangled in Bailian's palm suddenly lost all their edge.
The madness of those dragon eyes burning like blood flames gradually dispersed into an icy blue color as clear and peaceful as the sky and sea.
The sea water poured back and submerged them, Fang Geyu fell into silence, completely crystallized, and could no longer feel any breath of life and soul.
The thousands of miles of frozen sea lost the maintenance of dragon power and melted like the sea in an instant.
In the chaotic darkness, the girl's eyes, covered by a golden film, gradually lost focus and slowly became unfocused.
The world in her eyes gradually became unreal.
Finally, the black tide destroyed everything.
Consciousness was finally cut off.
In the abyss and long sea, the big snake with all its oil and lamp dried up made its last tragic and majestic dragon roar, which was like a song of departure, silent and sad.
In the hazy tide, cold seawater poured into his organs. The corpse demon didn't need to breathe, but Balian still felt a strong sense of suffocation and panic.
He has never experienced such a terrible situation since he woke up.
The huge dragon body sank towards the deep sea with the force of falling down the mountain. The terrifying and huge shadow became farther and farther and smaller in Bailian's eyes, almost difficult to see.
Bailian felt that his entire mind was empty, and the water in all directions seemed to have huge invisible resistance, pushing him into the distance.
In the huge deep sea, he had nothing but darkness.
What frightened him even more was the heavy and cold fatigue that hit his body. The moment before his consciousness fell into darkness, he struggled to raise his palms.
But it is no longer easy to hold the hand that was once connected to his red thread ghost marriage.
Erhe Buried Heart didn’t know when he came to a rock.
He narrowed his cold long eyes under the mask and looked at the endlessly rolling sea.
The cold sea water rolled up huge waves, and suddenly something like a tissue paper was picked up on the sea surface, and it was hit by the waves and floated up and down.
Zhan Xin's eyelids twitched fiercely, and a chill ran down his spine. Without doubting that he was there, he quickly flew to the surface of the sea and fished out the thing in the sea.
“Young Master!”
His eyes were trembling, full of worry, and he looked at the dying Mi Lu in his arms in disbelief.
Milu's back has been shattered and drained, and the wings on his back have completely disappeared, leaving only a pair of bloody holes. It can be said that he is miraculously alive with weak breathing.
He slowly opened his cold and gloomy eyes, which were filled with curses and malice: "Kill him! Kill that kid for me! He destroyed me! He destroyed me!!!"
"Young Master..." Erhe Zhanxin's eyes were uncertain.
"Everything is over! My demon race is over!" Milu seemed to be crazy.
Erhe's expression suddenly turned violent, because he saw a pale-faced unconscious boy floating slowly up from the sea.
The anger was like a violent flame, burning his eyes withered.
The murderous intention was strong, and the sound of Zhan Xin's breathing gave off a shrill and sinister smell of terror.
An angry clang sound suddenly sounded above the long sea surface.
Under Mi Lu's command, Burial Heart indifferently flicked his fingers. This time, it was not a small sword that broke through the wind.
In a fit of extreme rage, the sword light sprayed out like a rainstorm of pear blossoms.
He wants this defenseless young man to die without his body intact!
Seeing this scene in the distant mountains, Meng Zifei's face looked slightly complicated. He raised his palm slightly stiffly, as if he was preparing to prevent this scene from happening.
Now the plan has failed, the demon king has become dead, and the young king has been abolished.
Many years of attempts have finally come to nothing. Even if you kill him, what will change?
It’s just a meaningless life. But then I thought about it, what qualifications and abilities did he have to prevent this from happening?
The stiff palms slowly clenched into fists. In the end, he became a useless and indifferent bystander with an expressionless face.
No one can prevent death from coming.
What’s more, this is the death of another person.
However, at this moment, he did not know that the death that he could not prevent was something that someone could prevent.
Someone saw the sword light that was killing people like a rainstorm.
Suddenly, a strong wind rose on the sea surface, and the sword light was slightly shaken by the blow.
A bronze bell rises above the sea. The bell washes the sea water and vibrates like the sound of heaven. Hundreds of golden ancient characters flow like a trickle on the bell body.
The transparent gold and copper imperial bell enveloped the unconscious young man in the sea, followed by the sound of countless broken metals and cracks.
The sword light like a rainstorm passed by the bell, leaving countless mottled and deep sword marks.
And inside the ancient bell, there is a sword dance.
The sword edge is like a pen, the sword energy is like ink, and the intention is like a dragon or a snake, and the outline is done in one go.
There seems to be some kind of magical power contained in the sharp edge of the pen and the cold sword. When the sword is dropped, the characters are formed, and the hundred-character ancient prose becomes a thousand-character ancient prose in an instant.
The sky and earth are dark and yellow, and the universe is primitive.
The sun and the moon are flat, and the stars and constellations are arranged.
Cold comes and summer comes, autumn harvests and winter hides.
Leap Yu is one year old, and Lu is in charge of Yang.
Gold comes from Lishui, and jade comes from Kungang.
......
"This is..." Mi Lu, in the heart of the heart, shrank sharply, his face pale and ugly: "The sacred text of the ancient bell soul!"
Erhe Zangxin was also frightened, feeling something that was not strong but very uncomfortable. An's sense of crisis: "Tai Xuan Bronze Emperor Sutra, the essence of the Bronze Emperor that Leng Xiu only understood after five hundred years of asceticism in the cold mountains. She only read the Bronze Emperor Sutra for a few days, and she has already awakened to this point... The rumors are indeed true. ! ”
The heavy rain and sword light gradually dispersed, and the Bronze Emperor Bell stood tall in the sea.
Inside the clock, she was dressed in white clothes, with a light gauze covering her face. Her figure was as slender as a clear bamboo, as if the clouds were as thin as the moon. In the broken golden light of the clock, her figure was floating out of the dust like clear clouds in the breeze.
But in her white clothes, which are as white as snow, you can vaguely see the messy traces of the battle. The collar and gauze have sharp cuts of sword marks, and the low-hanging light white gauze has been cut. The cut was not very neat, but you could vaguely see a jade face as cold and clear as snow, with eyebrows and eyes as dark as ink, and no one was there.
Facing the legendary superior river master, Su Jing's eyes were calm, and his dark jade eyes were like a silent night: "Will you try to strike with your sword again?"
Words There was actually a faint threat of coercion.
Zang Xin squinted his eyes, looking both shocked and confused, and he couldn't help but look up at the sky.
The bronze door still hangs high, but there are already signs of closing, but there are no more bronze trees in the world for people to ascend to heaven and leave the world.
"Tai Xuanzong, Su Jing. You haven't left yet?"
"Leave?" Su Jing looked behind Zian Xin, and she slowly raised the love-cutting sword across her chest. Before: "When I kill demons, my name is white." Are you here?"
Zang Xin was stunned for a moment, then sneered: "A kid with a yellow mouth who has not yet passed the tribulation dares to talk about slaying demons."
"Get out of here first... ..." Milu suddenly said weakly.
"Young Master?!"
Milu's eyes were filled with anger, and he suddenly said fiercely: "Didn't you notice that this crazy woman was silently reciting the Sword Sacrifice Curse? The Love-Severing Sword is a protective weapon from the Heavenly Weapon Pavilion in the Immortal Realm. She uses the Taoist artifact as a sacrifice to kill you and me. Even though she can’t kill you and me, she can seal us in the ocean forever and never return to the human world again.”
(End of this chapter)