Chapter 643: When your soul returns to the underworld, treat me to a glass of wedding wine with red candles
The wind and snow are blowing by the lake, and the school petals are rustling and falling, floating on the cold lake, accumulating a layer of crystal.
Feng Ju found that the aura around him was invaded by the unfamiliar wind and snow domain at this moment. The aura around him suddenly went crazy, and the hem of his clothes was torn so loudly that he could hardly stand still.
As her white hands grasped the thunder calamity, the strong wind pushed back from the lake made the red dress on her body dance wildly, and the blood beads swaying from the hem of the dress were scattered on the white clothes. On the lake, there are red plum blossoms like snow in winter, which is sad and beautiful but also reveals a bit of desolation.
The dazzling thunder light illuminated the entire lake, and also illuminated Feng Ju’s horrified eyes.
The shattered thunder calamity assimilated into the wind and snow, turning into thousands of thunder flakes like fire trees and silver flowers that flew into the sky. There was no dome in the underground world, so the thunder calamity without the suppression of the Nine Heavens was squeezing and brewing in this small world. An unknown and terrifying force emerged, which seemed to turn the entire world into ashes of thunder and fire.
Yin Baishuang stood under the thunder light, and the thunder clouds gathered above her head. She raised her head and glanced at the thunder calamity that had been accumulated for two hundred years and could not be released. Feeding her spiritual power all day long, she was no weaker than the thousand-year-old monk. The thunder calamity that the warriors have to go through.
Feng Ju frowned and slashed at the thunder tribulation with his sword, trying to destroy it.
But what the sword light swept away was just a drop of water like a sinking abyss, which was collected by the thunder flowers and disappeared.
His face was pale. Although this lightning disaster was so majestic and extremely dangerous, if he could survive it, there would be no doubt that the soldiers' bodies and souls would be tempered by the divine rain.
Thinking about the demon sect's protector who had broken through the realm for hundreds of years, today, for a moment, he was unable to do anything about this heavenly catastrophe.
However, how could she, a mortal who had only practiced Taoism for just two hundred years, dare to resist such a terrible catastrophe?
Yin Baishuang withdrew her gaze, looked at Feng Ju and said lightly: "Today, I will only take one step."
Before Feng Ju understood this sentence, the woman in red on the lake slowly He took a simple step forward.
Thunder light rays all over the sky suddenly exploded, gathering into a mountain-like thunder pool hanging upside down, pouring down like a torrential rain, baptizing the man in red.
Overcome calamity in one step and draw a mine pond.
The thunderstorm pouring down from the sky failed to damage the lake surface at all, the lotus flowers remained the same, and the lake light was like a mirror.
Yin Baishuang stood still in one step, lightning currents were swirling around her red clothes, and the thunder pool above her head continued to pour and collapse. It was obvious that the thunder disaster was caused by her slightly pursed thin lips, her almond-shaped eyes were not angry, and she said: "Stop. Make a mistake!”
If she takes one step, that’s one step.
One step through the tribulation and the soul is enlightened, but the thunder tribulation belonging to her has not dissipated yet, and a more terrifying disaster of heaven and earth is vaguely brewing. Obviously, it is definitely not a tribulation like the soul enlightenment realm. The movement that a place should have.
With her words and one look, a gust of autumn wind stirred up the chill in the thunder pond, and the frost air became vaguely like a dragon. She swallowed the thunder pond calamity in one gulp, and the frost dragon ended up hidden in the red sleeves.
Feng Ju stood frozen on the spot, his body and mind trembling, feeling that the scene in front of him was so absurd that it almost seemed like a nightmare!
The strong wind stopped, Yin Baishuang slowly spread out a pale snow palm toward Feng Ju, and sneered: "I defeated you in one step, Demon Sect Protector Feng Ju, are you not convinced?"
The next moment, real frost and snow gathered in her palm, and she slowly pulled out a spiritual sword as thin as ice from the frost and snow.
Countless clean snow dust seems to be floating between the long and dancing strands of hair.
One step across the line between heaven and man, the separation between mortals and immortals.
She held an ordinary spiritual sword in her hand. When she drew the sword again, the wind and snow rising from the sword's edge was majestic and trembling, like snowy mountains rising from the ground. When the sword fell, it was suppressed by the pressure. .
Feng Ju suddenly felt guilty in his heart. The unwarranted death warning made his fingers cold. His eyes were extremely gloomy. He raised his hands into circles and drew out three thousand layers of bright red blood waves from the ground. He said sternly: "If I don't accept it, What can you do to me? It seems that my name, Feng Ju, has disappeared from the world for so long that it is just embarrassing for juniors like you to forget about it. It’s been less than a day since you broke through. Today, I’m going to take away your reputation as a genius. Let’s see how long you can continue to be arrogant.”
A wave of blood spread like wildfire under Feng Ju’s palms. , the blood wave seemed to be given life, arousing the heavy resentment of the monks who died in the blood wave, turning into a giant hand, grabbing at the woman in red on the lake.
Yin Baishuang's eyebrows remained as cold as ever. She raised her sword and held it across her chest. The spiritual sword in her hand was extremely ordinary. The name of the sword was 'Weishuang', but when she took the sword, she had a small hand hanging on her waist. A corner of the coffin was opened, and a big round head poked out with a face full of joy and excitement. Looking at the snow-cold sword with a long sharp edge, his eyes gradually became moist.
There were almost no fluctuations in the movement of her horizontal sword. An ordinary spiritual sword suddenly had the cold light of autumn water. She swiped it horizontally, and streaks of green frost and purple lightning burst out from the sword's edge. The clear and distant lines on the sword were ignited, and for a moment they were dazzling and winding, illuminating the blood waves blue and white, as if the color had been refined.
The next moment, heavy waves of blood were torn under the sword, like the tearing autumn wind, in the Qingguang sword energy, it was torn into countless bright red blood catkins, and the sword broke.
The sword energy continued, and the entanglement became even fiercer, like a dragon and a snake entangled. In an instant, the frost sword energy, which was louder than the blood wave, swallowed up Feng Ju's figure in an instant.
After a while, the sword energy dissipated in the vastness. Feng Ju stood on the spot, the scribe's clothes fluttering silently in the wind. The clothes on his body were as clean as ever, without any sword marks, and they were exposed outside the clothes. On the skin, there are traces of mottled marks.
It's like the mottled corpse spots left by the extreme cold, like the frost and snow left on the stone platform over time.
He couldn't feel any pain in his body, but he could feel a cold sense of death spreading rapidly in his body. Feng Ju's eyes were slightly confused, and a bleak feeling of powerlessness arose in his heart. He lowered his head. Looking at his palms, both the skin and the palm lines between the palms have become very thin and transparent, and the white bones under the flesh and blood are clearly visible, as if they can be dispersed by the wind.
Like the straw that broke the last camel's back, Yin Baishuang patted Xiao Shou's head, letting him return to the small coffin and swing his sword again.
The sword wind was powerful, like a giant scythe harvesting straw, and the wild grass growing on the lakeside flew away one after another. Feng Ju was swept away by the sword energy, as if a strong wind was blowing, and the hem of his clothes danced wildly against the wind, and his whole body finally grew long The good skin and flesh were blown away by the wind like fallen clouds and fallen leaves, leaving no more than an inch, only withered bones.
Two eyeballs fell out of their sockets, sliding along the cheekbones and falling to the ground. Feng Ju made a low and painful voice from his mouth, his knees went weak, and he knelt down on the ground, describing himself as lost.
At this time, the clear and crisp voice of the woman in red came from the swaying breeze.
"If you don't accept it, hold it in."
Feng Ju couldn't bear it anymore. With a pop, a large amount of blood seeped out from his white bones, eyes, mouth and nose, soaking his clothes and staining the old soil red.
The bones all over his body creaked with endurance, and the will-o'-the-wisps reunited in his eye sockets, jumping ferociously: "You can't kill me!"
Yin Baishuang's laughter Biting: "But I can make your life worse than death."
Feng Ju roared angrily: "The Dark Dragon has come to take revenge on the entire world. Today, this land and mountains will be your tombs!"
The red clothes were rising like flames, and Yin Baishuang looked with cold eyes at the magma fire that was swallowing up the darkness in the distance. The momentum was not weaker than that of a hundred thousand volcanoes erupting at the same time. Even for an immortal, it would undoubtedly be the end of the world. disaster. Feng Ju lay on the ground and sneered solemnly: "It seems that there is not much time left for the genius girl of Taixuanzong. Even if she is willing to sacrifice herself and purify the source of the devil's breath, it is a pity that she will only be bathed." Lord Minglong came from the fire and was crushed into pieces. , rotting away into dust together with this lotus flower, and will never be reincarnated for eternity!”
Shashasha…
Shashasha…
Sha Shasha...
Similar to the movement of insects crawling rapidly in the sand, in the world where the sea of fire spread from the sky, countless dark ghosts were crushing through the border, heading towards popular places to attack and kill crazily.
The black ghost Yin Hands who were able to safely cross the raging fire that was boiling and burning with dragon's breath all had the power of cultivation comparable to the Tribulation Realm.
And this is the real horror of the evil spirit that is hidden in the demon land and far away from the world of mortals.
Yin Baishuang looked solemn, but she didn't expect those ghosts to come so quickly.
The group of filthy creatures hiding in the Demonic Land are far more difficult to deal with than this giant phoenix.
What's even more frightening is that in that ominous sea of fire, even if she has the blessing of Yinglong's ancestor, her body may not be able to survive even a stick of incense in that sea of fire and magma.
She glanced sideways at the woman deep in the lotus that she had hated for more than two hundred years, knowing that it was absolutely safe for her to evacuate at this moment.
And at this moment, there is not much time left for Su Jing to purify Feng Ming Tu.
Taking a deep breath, Yin Baishuang was mentally prepared for a desperate fight.
As the red sleeves were gently lifted, thunder and fire burst out from the sleeves.
At the same time, the color of her pale pink lips slowly faded away, and the originally fair and jade-like complexion on her face gradually became as pale and frail as the moonlight for some reason during the second bloom of Thunder Tribulation.
Between the beautiful eyebrows, a bright red thunder line slowly cracked.
In the cold pupils, there was a hint of pain that was difficult to suppress.
When Feng Ju saw this, he couldn't help but be stunned, the ghost fire in his eye sockets jumped: "It turns out that you didn't break through to become an immortal two hundred years ago. It's not because you don't want to become an immortal, but because of the demon in your heart! You made a vow!" You made a great oath to your heart and broke it, so your thunder calamity is more terrifying and powerful than that of a thousand-year-old immortal, so you have been here for two hundred years! You can't become an immortal before!"
He laughed loudly: "No wonder! If you weren't forced to do so at this moment, you would never have escaped from the disaster! It's just the light of the bright moon. I’m afraid even your father Yin Dufeng can’t pay for this trip!”
"Noisy!" Yin Baishuang snorted coldly, and fluttered his sleeves. The disaster of swallowing thunder and hiding sleeves was about to burst out.
If she survives two heavenly tribulations in a row today, I really don’t know what this body will look like.
There was a sound of breaking ice, and a hand came through the flowers and leaves. The fingertips were still wet with unmelted frost and snow, which made the hand look too white and beautiful.
The smooth and cold fingers climbed up the red sleeve and held her thin wrist bones. The palm of the hand seemed to contain strange power, and it actually hid all the lightning disasters under the palm.
Yin Baishuang looked back in astonishment, the cracks between her eyebrows were bright red, and she saw the cold woman covered in the scent of lotus and cold dew. She looked at her with an impeccable look, and a cold and cold feeling seemed to fall in her black and white eyes. Snow.
The other party calmly pressed her raised arm down slowly, and said softly: "It doesn't have to be like this."
At this time, Su Jing just woke up, still wrapped in unmelted frost and snow. In the cold air, wisps of frosty snowflakes were soaked in her black and soft hair, which further enhanced the appearance of pure jade, as white as snow.
Yin Baishuang also looked at Su Jing intently, her almond-shaped eyes slowly showing disgust without concealment. She broke away from her hand and said coldly: "Are you serious? You are so arrogant that you dare to leave a half-soul in the land of the underworld even though you are under the Soul Dissolution Technique. You are really not afraid. It was assimilated into a vicious spirit."
Su Jing shook his head and said: "The evil spirit of the underworld is difficult to eliminate, and it is not a temporary effort."
Yin Baishuang said slightly: "Then you. Why are you coming back so soon? Do you really think I will leave you alone and run away?”
Su Jing ignored Yin Baishuang's sarcasm and looked extremely serious, saying: "You can't go through the tribulation again."
Yin Baishuang sneered again with disdain and was about to speak when Su Jing lowered his eyebrows and said: "If you Did he die because he wanted the ghost boy to become a helpless ghost dominated by resentment again? "
Yin Baishuang's eyes narrowed violently, her lips tightened, and she stopped talking.
Su Jing saw no gratitude or pity in her eyes, let alone sympathy. She said calmly: "You first solve the problem of the inner demon in your body. Now that I have woken up, next Of course I don’t need to trouble you.”
Yin Baishuang narrowed her eyes, obviously not agreeing with her statement.
Su Jing knew that she was not easy to deal with, so he directly took out his trump card, glanced at it lightly, and said: "If you continue, even if you die, the laws of heaven and earth will be very considerate to find you for you in order to fulfill your oath. The soul of the young master of the ghost sect is with you in the underworld It’s a formal ceremony, right? That’s fine, the Zhongyou Dynasty has always had a lot of connections, so it won’t be difficult for me to ask for a wedding drink or two when the time comes.”
Su Jing always talks little, so long as he starts with a sentence. When the continuum pops out, it is most likely to cause a heart attack.
Yin Baishuang's eyelids twitched, it was obvious that she was hit by the reverse scale, and she grasped the vital point, her face was so cold: "Since you want to take over this disaster, I will let you go, if you are not careful You died in the sea of fire, I don’t have time to fish out your bones and bring you back. Go to Taixuanzong."
After saying that, she didn't want to hear Su Jing's voice anymore. She held the sword in her hand and pointed it at the center of her eyebrows. The bright red cracks began to heal. At the same time, she felt sleepy like a tide. The sudden attack made Yin Baishuang's body go limp and she fainted.
Su Jing took half a step back inconsiderately, letting Yin Baishuang fall face down on the cold lake. She drew the love-cutting sword and placed it across her chest, with a faint sword fire. A barrier of mysterious light shrouded her, protecting her within it.
Her white clothes and dark hair fluttered in the wind.
Her cold eyes looked at the fiery magma from far to near. In her eyes of still water, two burning white lotuses slowly emerged...
(End of this chapter )