Chapter 626 Hands Through the Moonlight
On the scene, only Si Kongxuan's body was nailed to the ground like a nail, and not even his clothes could flutter.
Compared with the extremely ferocious body of the giant beast, Bailian looked extremely weak. The bodies of the two sides were slammed together, and the terrifying air waves made the entire surface of the land feel like it was being struck by a blade. It was like scraping, revealing the outline of the foundation stone that had been buried for thousands of years in the magic city.
The heavy shield in Bai Lian's hand broke with a sound. Si Kongxuan raised his eyebrows and saw the young man's body swaying and taking half a step back, but it was only half a step.
Among the flying heavy shield fragments, a black ancient sword broke through the heavy force of the wild beast. Bailian drew his sword sideways, and it actually hit him with half of his shoulder. The horns of wild beasts.
The pair of horns were not able to break through Bailian's body. The thunderball entrenched on the horns suddenly exploded uncontrollably, with a cracking sound. The pair of giant horns were blown off with a bang, and the limbs of the wild beast were in pain. So soft, he fell to the ground under heavy pressure.
Tiance Junshan used its incomparable power to pierce into the head of the giant beast in one fell swoop, until it had no handle and shattered the demonic element in its body.
The giant monster that had survived the barbaric years struggled on the ground for a moment, stirring up heavy dust, and then stopped making any movement.
The bloody red flowers on Balian's shoulders gradually faded away, and the clothes and flesh on his shoulders were blown into pieces, and half of his body was dyed red by the bursting blood.
He pulled out Tiance Junshan, and the blood splattered from the giant beast's body dyed his handsome cheeks red.
The warm blood was wrapped in an extremely wild and wild aura, and Balian couldn't help but lick the aura splattered on his lips, and the cold blood in his body began to boil with fighting spirit little by little.
The remaining aura of violence in the Tianji Umbrella held in the palm of his hand has not yet been exhausted. After a fierce battle, the aura of hostility that filled his heart became more intense and blazing.
Si Kongxuan suddenly met his blood-red eyes, and couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. He frowned and looked at the corpse of the wild beast on the ground with a particularly solemn expression.
In the bloody wound on Balian's shoulder, blood lingered and loomed. Gradually, a scarlet flower from the other side bloomed and climbed up half of his cheek, making that face look indescribably lonely and solemn. .
The guards around him were wiped out by the young man's sword, leaving him completely empty. There was no one or thing that could block his steps within a hundred meters between them.
As a strategist of the First Division, since Si Kongxuan was able to visit the Pure Land of Fairy Island in the body of a possessed demon, what he relied on was definitely not the blessing and protection from external objects.
In addition to having a terrifying and sophisticated calculating mind, Si Kongxuan’s cultivation is definitely not weak. He looked at Bailian seriously and exhaled slowly: "Since ten years ago, I crossed He has become a demon and has never fought against a monk in the Spirit-bearing Realm. Now, I am afraid he will have to break This is the rule.”
The defense lines were broken. Sikongxuan stood still, raising his right palm with one hand. Opening the sky of the night sky, every moment and every breath of the startled aura contains the majestic meaning of opening and closing.
Two layers of towering green mountain demons rose up on the left and right, like dragons coming out of the sea, like mountains rising up. The ground under Balian's feet suddenly sank, and the realm of the watery Wangze was like a big river, swallowing him into the ground water. among.
There are green mountains on both sides of the bank, and rivers at the feet.
In such a realm of ever-changing weather, Bailian is like sinking into the abyss of water. As Sikong hangs his arms opening and closing, the green mountains on both sides of the bank move towards Bailian in the narrow river and press towards him.
It is the power of an immortal to move mountains and fill seas.
If you have not overcome the tribulation, you are not an immortal.
Si Kongxuan stood calmly and quietly, looking at the young man who was swallowed up by the mountains and rivers with calm eyes. He said in his heart that no matter how strong your body is, you are just a monk who has not left the world. How can you do that? Competing with the Taoist magic of real immortals and demons.
However, before he could raise his head, he was waiting for the death of the young man.
Balian, who was crushed by the two green mountains, threw up the sword in his hand, and the dark sword disappeared into the dark night.
Bailian stretched out his left and right arms and supported them on the mountain walls on both sides. He was in the center.
The two green mountains that were about to be merged into the river slowly separated again under an extremely tyrannical push with both arms exerting force!
Si Kongxuan was shocked and astonished. He opened his eyes wide in disbelief. What kind of existence is this? It can actually compete with the general trend of the world just by relying on its physical body!
How did he know that the baptism of a war would allow a corpse demon king like Bailian, who had been born for less than two years, to truly show off his immortal body?
The air that Sikong Xuan breathed into his lungs was icy cold. He took a long breath, knowing that he could not delay any longer. He was about to give Balian a fatal blow, but at the same time, the evil army had already Approaching the city in the direction of Ning Feiyan.
Bailian had the same idea as Si Kongxuan at this moment.
He took a step across, crushed the water of the river, smashed the green mountains with one punch, and took out the jade flute that had been dormant for a long time.
The tail of the flute is full of jade and wet with blood. The horizontal flute touches the lower part of the lips, and the sound of the flute rises coolly, like a ghost song at night, extending the sound into the chaos of the night.
The full moon in the sky seemed to have been swallowed by something, gradually turning into a broken hook.
The dead evil-winged demons who were lying in the cold and coagulated on the battlefield got up one after another amidst the continuous sound of the flute. The parts of their bodies that were shattered by the blast were also activated into the body in the gloomy air, creating a complete image. The body of a ghost general.
Si Kongxuan has always been absolutely calm since he appeared on the battlefield.
Finally.
A wisp of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
His eyes fell on the piccolo in Bailian's hand, and his voice was low: "The trickery of the Zhongyou Dynasty."
Who is this new Lord of the Shouhe River?
He had never heard that the secret cultivators of the Zhongyou Dynasty also cultivated physical fitness. More importantly, with the help of Shen Jibai, the prince of the Ancient Yin Kingdom, Sikongxuan became invisible and established his destiny in the immortal world. Among the three realms of demons, demons, and humans, it can be said that one’s mind is attentive to subtleties, and he can grasp the major and minor matters of the three realms at his fingertips.
Looking at the entire Zhongyou, among the younger generation, Prince Yingxiu is the only one who has advanced in the art of deception.
But now it seems that this young man is far superior to Yingxiu in terms of control and understanding of the art of trickery.
Before this, he had never heard of such a person in the world.
Once the thousands of living troops are slaughtered and fell by the flames of war, they will hardly become sharp weapons in his hands.
But the thousands of dead troops and horses, under the control of the little jade flute, became even more powerful. With the Yin Qi nourished, the assembled army was even more difficult to look at.
Thinking of this, in terms of tactics alone, Si Kongxuan could not help but admire this young man. He originally thought that he would only use the power of the demon world's killing weapons, but he never thought of leading troops and setting up formations. He was actually no weaker than the military strategists of his clan.
First, he waited patiently and allowed the barbarian army to break into the city and fight with the demon generals and defenders in the city. Then he used murderous weapons to sweep through the massacre. The more corpses on the battlefield, the more tactically, but on the contrary More powerful for him.
"But it's a pity. If it were ten years ago, I would have really wanted to have a head-to-head confrontation with you to try out how powerful this mysterious art is."
Si Kongxuan showed a regretful look. He looked at Bailian, his fighting spirit gradually disappearing, and his tone actually contained a hint of helplessness: "But this is a battlefield, and I am just a strategist, not a soldier."
< br>On the battlefield, it is really a luxury for a strategist to ignore his own army and his responsibilities and fight fiercely with the enemy he is interested in.
Si Kongxuan is not a passionate and impulsive person, and he is not an upright person either.
As he withdrew his gaze from Bailian, there was a secret arrow hidden in the darkness that no one knew about, silent and vicious, hidden in the moonlight, like light feathers, like dust, but faster than anything in the world. The tangible object broke through the space and passed through Bailian's back.
The sound of the flute suddenly stopped, and the mountain of corpses and demons on the battlefield collapsed and fell to the ground like puppets that were out of line.
Blood slowly dripped down the jade flute.
Bailian slowly put down the jade flute in his hand. The feathers from the tail of the hidden arrow inserted into him were colorful and dark. He took a poisonous arrow from the peacock, the most poisonous bird in the south. Made of feathers.
The dark color on the arrow feathers dissipated bit by bit, and the poisonous intent flowed into Balian's body without giving anyone any time to react, causing his entire back to fall into a state of paralysis.
Bailian pulled out the hidden arrow from his chest expressionlessly and saw that all his fingernails had turned jet black.
He looked back with emotion, walked through the long wind and yellow sand, and caught a fleeting figure on the eaves of a palace. Looking at the outline of the figure, it turned out to be a woman.
His vision was gradually covered by a cold, dead blue, followed by a splitting pain in his head, as if it was cutting into pieces with one knife after another.
Bailian is good at tolerating pain. This level of pain cannot affect his actions. His black lips moved slightly, and across the heavy wind and sand in the imperial city, he spoke gently and calmly. The voice reached Si Kong Xuan said to his ear: "Unfortunately, from the very beginning, I didn't intend to let you experience the real art of Zhongyou's deceitful way."
Being touched by his pair of bright red eyes, Si Kong Xuan felt in his heart An uneasy chill arose inexplicably.
As an exotic beast in the fairyland, the poison of peacock feathers is even more poisonous than the most poisonous beast in the devil world. The feathers on the hidden arrow just now were taken from the most poisonous part of the peacock's body. Sikong Xuan didn't think Bailian still had any ability to kill him.
But somewhere, Sikong Xuan's intuition, honed on countless battlefields, told him that he had missed a crucial point in the battle they just fought.
However, before he could think about it carefully, the already terrifying atmosphere of the imperial city battlefield suddenly became heavy and depressing. Long-lasting wolf howls came from the distant mountains in the dark night outside the city, and the air suddenly became stagnant and tight.
The blood clouds in the sky seemed to be blown away by an invisible giant hand, revealing a scarlet crimson moon. Under the crimson moon, an unusually terrifying solemnity gradually emerged. The crimson moon suddenly seemed to be broken by someone throwing a stone into the cold lake. The crimson moon in the sky seemed to have sunk a little, as if it was about to fall. Come pouring pressure into the city.
Even standing in the city, when you raise your head, you can almost see the longitude and latitude of the majestic mountains on the surface of the crimson moon and the shockingly different world.
A terrifying aura crossed over from that world. In the long bloody night, there seemed to be a pair of devil-like narrow eyes, opening slowly, looking coldly at the whole world.
Even though Si Kongxuan had experienced all kinds of death battlefields, when he sensed that line of sight and aura, his face could not help but change color sadly.
A pale and beautiful hand, but with a hint of evil and bloody hands, passed through the crimson moonlight and moved towards the earth in a hollow gesture.
Sikong Xuan's face turned pale for an instant, and an indescribable sharp pain suddenly came from his heart under his chest, as if a hand thousands of miles away was coldly holding his heart in the palm of his hand at this moment. .
The eardrums were bulging and beating rapidly, and the blood rushing violently in the blood vessels could be heard clearly in his ears. Before he could close the hand and hold it, he clearly felt his heart being shattered. , there is boiling blood overflowing.
Sikongxuan, who is good at thinking about the confrontation between the two armies, lost her mind for the first time in the face of absolute power. Regarding the existence standing at the apex of this world, thinking and making decisions will be in front of her. becomes meaningless.
At this moment, Sikong Xuan only had one thought in his mind!
Escape!
A moment ago, he was ridiculing the cowardice of the young demon king. At this moment, he felt the same fear as Milu.
The flag on the palm of the hand flipped quickly, and the patterns on the flag surface were ever-changing, showing the appearance of changing positions in an array.
When the flag position changed, Sikong Xuan glanced at the army behind him. A trace of struggle flashed in his eyes. He didn’t know how determined he was. He withdrew his gaze and raised his arms. He gritted his teeth and said: "The subtle Xuanmen, the solid belly of Danshan!"
After he finished speaking, Sikongxuan's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, and where he originally stood, a green mountain was moved out of thin air.
It is not a green mountain formed from the gas phase, but a real green mountain.
As the hands clasped together in the dark night, the green mountain exploded silently and turned into gray dust. The bones and remains of countless monsters in the mountain floated on the battlefield without falling. The green mountain seemed to be like a This dream has never happened before.
Thousands of miles away, a green mountain with demonic veins that had been born since ancient times suddenly evacuated and disappeared like a heaven and man being displaced.
In the sky, a figure suddenly fell down in a hurry, falling awkwardly on the empty and barren ground.
The small flag in Sikong Xuan's hand had already been broken into two pieces and could no longer be used.
Before breaking into a cold sweat, he could not take a breath of fresh air, but a sword light from the void suddenly tore through the night, and a clanging sound sounded.
The sound seemed very far away and very close at the same time.
Si Kongxuan's eyes widened. When he finally saw that the familiar sword light came from the sword in the hands of the young man who had fought just now, the cold sword light flashed across his eyes, and blood flowed out. , in the midst of a painful cry, he covered his destroyed eyes, blood continuously overflowing from his fingers.
The fear in my heart does not make it any easier to face the moment when the devil comes to the city.
Even after realizing it, I broke out in a cold sweat after narrowly escaping from death.
It turned out that when the young man was fighting him, at the moment of life and death, he threw his sword and took the flute, and the flute controlled the Thousand Corpses Legion was just a cover for him to cover up his real killing move.
Ever since he threw the sword high, the ancient sword has been hiding silently where he cannot see it.
From that moment on, the outcome between the two was determined.
It turns out that he said that from the beginning, he had no intention of letting him see the profound meaning of the art of Yougui Dao.
In the severe pain of his eyes being destroyed, Si Kongxuan actually regained his composure little by little. His shoulders were shaking slightly due to the pain, but in the palms holding his cheeks, he was slowly reborn after the disaster. Laughing happily.
The young man hides his sword and waits for the time to move.
His sword was so well hidden that he was unable to detect where the murderous intention was. If the Demon King hadn't suddenly returned to the city, he would have sensed the fatal crisis and promptly used the weapon Master Shen had prepared for him. The art of saving life and replacing death, so what falls on him now is not just a sword energy.
Tonight, Si Kongxuan returned home defeated, but he had to admit that he had exhausted all his luck in today's battle.
The sky and the earth are yellow sand, and the ruins of the capital city are ruined.
The outline of an ancient sword was reflected in the Demon Lord's peripheral vision. It came from the depths of the sky and heavy clouds, and fell into the imperial city like a galloping black lightning. It broke through the floating debris on the battlefield and penetrated deeply into the imperial city. on the earth.
On the cold sword edge, a line of scarlet blood slowly slipped out, killing silently and chillingly.
The Demon Lord slowly opened her closed palms, and glanced at her palms with a solemn gaze. She raised her gaze, glanced at the evil army on top of the city, and uttered a word coldly. : "Kill!"
The Erhe Burial Heart and the high-ranking prison magic generals hiding behind her turned into swift shadows and swept into the battlefield.
What followed was a crushing massacre.
Bailian was infected by the feather poison, and his eyes felt as if they had been burned by raging fire, making it difficult to see. However, he could feel the sounds of Erhe Xianxin and the others participating in the battlefield.
But he was still worried about Ning Feiyan's battle situation. As soon as he took a step, he felt that his body was in a state of extreme fatigue. His legs were as heavy as lead, and every step he took seemed Extremely difficult and unstable.
He groped forward with one hand, looking for his Tiance Junshan Sword.
The sound of fighting and fighting was endless in his ears, and Bai Lian didn’t know what was happening on the other end of Ning Feiyan for a moment. Although he knew that Ning Feiyan’s temperament would never let anything happen to him, he still felt in his heart It’s inevitable that I’m still worried , couldn't help shouting in a trembling voice: "Ning Feiyan!"
His voice was almost drowned by the sound of horses and horses. Bailian did not hear Ning Feiyan's response, and his footsteps were even faster. A little anxiously, he stretched out his hand to quickly explore his sword.
But the hand that reached out failed to find Tiance Junshan. Instead, it first touched a hand as cold as jade.
Bailian was stunned on the spot, and was about to withdraw his hand, but was grabbed by that hand and held tightly.
A quiet, psychedelic fragrance passed through their sleeves and touched the tip of his nose like a wisp of smoke.
Bailian instantly knew who the visitor was.
The female devil looked at Balian without blinking, her eyes were bright and her thin lips pursed into a red line: "Are you worried about her?"
Balian didn't answer, but twitched the hand that was held hard. He couldn't pull it out, but his strength might have been a bit stronger. When he broke free, two scarlet blood lines suddenly flowed out of a pair of eyes that were in severe pain.
The female devil's face changed slightly, but she did not let go. Instead, she held her hand tighter to prevent him from getting away. Her voice was cold and deep, as if containing some suppressed anger: " Ning Feiyan is fine, she is very good, take care of yourself before worrying about others! Do you know what kind of poison you have planted?"
This is the first time that Bai Lian has entered the demon world. It was the first time I saw her getting so angry.
The force of his withdrawal of his palm relaxed, and he felt a sticky and slippery feeling in his palm.
It’s blood.
Baili was quiet for a moment, and then asked softly: "Are you injured?"
The female devil was startled, and then she realized that her hands were covered with blood. For some reason, she felt panic after seeing this scene. The anger was instantly overshadowed.
This time, it was she who took the initiative to let go of his hand. Before she changed into the Demon King's robe, she directly wiped the blood on her hands with the ornately patterned cuffs, and then carefully held them up. Balian's palm carefully wiped the blood on his fingertips.
"I was not injured. I just opened the Moon Realm Bridge on my way back and was intercepted by several realm beasts who did not know whether to live or die. I slaughtered them casually. This is their blood."
Balian couldn't understand why he was so particular about keeping his hands clean when he was already on the battlefield: "My hands are stained with the blood of evil warriors, so you don't need to care."
But he didn't know that it wasn't because she loved cleanliness too much.
She just didn't want to dirty his hands anymore.
The female devil lowered her head and stared at his fingers that were gradually becoming blackened by the evil energy. Her breathing became a little heavier. She seemed to be holding back something more, gritted her teeth and said, "Let's go." Cruel words: "Don't think that you can end our wedding just because you are looking for death like this. Even if you die, I will hold your body to complete the ceremony!"
Bailian didn't know that the devil Lord Jun Where did he learn this habit of playing with corpses? He shook his head helplessly and said with a bit of regret: "If His Majesty the Demon King had not appeared in time, the evil military master would have died under my sword."
The fierce expression on the female devil's face froze, and she was embarrassed for a moment. She became angry and said: "The gate has been sealed. Do you really think that he can escape in this demon world?"
(End of this chapter)