Chapter 645 The Man Without a Heartbeat
Bailian spun several times in mid-air flexibly, but the dragon-slaying sword in his hand lingered.
The rustling hem of his clothes almost always passed by the smooth dragon scales, and his whole body slid along the dragon's belly.
After the battle at the Bronze Gate, Bailian is also very experienced in dealing with such huge dragons and snakes.
He released the Moon Wolf in the shadow, biting and swallowing the ghost hands that swooped over the dragon's body. There was no need for Bailian to look around, and the surrounding obstacles and dangers were instantly swept away by the Moon Wolf. Clean and tidy.
Soon he came to the heart of the dragon's belly, and the golden ancient sword shined brightly in his hands.
The blood energy is condensed in the blade, and coupled with the sword with special attributes, the Dragon Slayer Sword. The dragon scales are impervious to fire and immortal over time, but at this moment, it is like a hot knife entering cold oil, and it is easily cut open into a huge The gap.
The scarlet dragon's blood spurted out with the black mist-like turbid breath. The wound was not big, but it was extremely deep.
Bailian slashed his sword into the dragon scale, but he didn't rush to put the sword away. He stuck the sword tip deep in the wound, pressed the sword with his arm, and struck the sword with Tiance Junshan hammer with his backhand. The hilt of the dragon sword.
The broken dragon scale wound between the heart was instantly pried open into a deep wound, as if the scab was being torn open with blood dripping from it.
The bright red heart under the scales is beating continuously, and the black and white mottled flesh whiskers dance wildly.
At this moment, a human arm hung limply out of the flesh and blood tentacles.
Ye Shu, who reacted very quickly, instantly recovered from the shock and said excitedly: "It's Lin Zheng! A hand fell out!"
Bailian slashed it open with his sword. The large tentacles and the dragon-slaying sword are stained with the blood produced by the bones of the immortals through the secret methods of the academy. They are the existence that these Yin derivatives are most afraid of.
Under the sweeping sweep of the sword, it is like a brush painting scattered in water and ink, disappearing with a light wipe.
It's just that the blood generated by the bones of the Immortal is limited, and it is very spiritual to deal with the existence of the master of heaven and earth like Minglong.
It was obviously difficult to cut two swords in a row, and the tendrils sprouting from the heart grew faster than locoweed.
Bailian knew what she was facing and did not dare to continue fighting.
Grab one of Lin Zheng's arms, break the bones and generate blood again, and smear it on the entire sword body. The golden sword pattern is instantly ignited by the blood, and it is poured into the heart of Minglong.
My heart suddenly jumped as if the earth was shaking, and then the surface of the bright red heart exploded with terrifying meridians, and then it became dead silent as if frozen in time.
The fluttering flesh whiskers instantly shriveled and drooped, and the rhythm of devouring Lin Zheng also stopped. Half of his body rolled out from a pile of rotten flesh crushed by the sword energy.
Bailian took advantage of the situation and pulled Lin Zheng out of his heart. With a pop, he brought out a lot of minced meat and returned to the rock.
Ye Shu quickly helped Lin Zheng's body without checking his breathing. He just put his palms on his back vest and continued to pour spiritual power.
Bailian tore off a piece of his sleeve, quickly wrapped it around the wound between his palms, and said, "He's not breathing."
Ye Shu's black and white eyes shone slightly, I didn't see any big emotional upheaval, so I calmly uttered three words: "I can't die."
Lin Zheng was clearly just a human monk, but his body contained all kinds of unexplainable weirdness.
Not to mention why he was able to accelerate the awakening of the Dark Dragon, even though he had been assimilated and swallowed by the heart for so long, there was basically no external injury visible on his body.
And listening to Ye Shu's tone, it seemed that he had already expected the outcome that he would not be completely devoured and refined by the dark dragon.
Sure enough, not long after, under the infusion of Ye Shu's spiritual power, Lin Zheng's cold and lifeless body gradually began to regain life, and his pale face slowly regained some color.
Ye Shu stood up and carried him behind him, glanced at the dark dragon slowly walking through the sea of fire, and calmly analyzed:
"It is impossible to re-seal Minglong with just a dragon-slaying sword. It is getting closer and closer to the Demon Realm King's City. This place has gradually been able to sense the demonic energy seeping in from the outside world. If it continues to 'eat' like this , The dark dragon will only become more and more..."
Halfway through the words, Ye Shu's tone suddenly stopped and his eyes looked in a certain direction.
Bailian asked: "What's wrong?"
"Someone..."
"Someone."
"It's a survivor." Ye Shu said calmly, looking at a green willow leaf that had been enlarged by countless quilts floating in the sea of fire. There were more than a dozen people standing sparsely on the leaf, all of whom had entered the underground palace together.
They are all monks who can survive in a slave camp. In a desperate situation, they naturally have some means to save their lives.
He looked at the leader standing in front of Qingye Zhou. He was a middle-aged monk with an ordinary appearance. He was holding a igniter's incense in his hand.
The thin white fragrant mist floated and lingered between the green leaf boats. It may have caused the ghost hands in the surrounding magma to mistakenly think that this breath was of the same kind, so they could cross without being disturbed. Here comes the party.
Now that the Dark Dragon has completely revived and awakened, this group of human monks did not care whether they would face the murder of the demon king after they went out, so they ran for their lives.
However, as the green leaf boat crossed the fire all the way, its spiritual power gradually dissipated and collapsed. Obviously, there was not enough time for them to safely evacuate this underground palace.
When they saw the only piece of ground stone left in the sea of fire, everyone ran away like a monkey's butt on fire.
As soon as one of the monks jumped up, he drew out his sword, pointed at Ye Shu and said sternly: "You little devil is not dead yet?!"
The other monk also said Then he drew his sword and said with a cold face: "The Lin family You have really raised a white-eyed wolf for so many years. Old Marquis Lin has been so good to you, but you want to harm the little Marquis’ life! Why don’t you let him go quickly!”
Ye Shu is too lazy to pay attention to these ignorant people! Incompetent barking guys.
The monks who had just escaped from the sea of fire were about to riot. As soon as they landed on the shore, they saw the culprit who had caused them so much misery. They were all furious and wanted to kill the dog thief with the sword.
Until Titian, the middle-aged monk at the head of the Qingye boat, came ashore, he didn’t say a word, but he made the angry people instantly quiet down.
Ye Shu glanced at them with a mocking look.
Weak people always like to live in groups when facing difficulties. They have the least power in their hands, but they shout louder than anyone else.
And I prefer to consciously pick a leader with tacit understanding and habit, and follow that person's lead.
But looking at the behavior of the middle-aged monk, it is obvious that the incense belongs to him, and the Qingye boat also belongs to him.
But he does not have a bossy attitude, nor does he have the power to unite people from all sides like the young Marquis Lin Zheng.
It seemed extremely quiet from beginning to end, even a little inconspicuous.
Due to his sensitive identity, Ye Shu does not like to interact with unrelated people.
He has no contact with the group of monks in the Zhan Slave Camp, and these monks have always regarded themselves very highly and disdain to associate with the sons of retainers, so that Ye Shu did not realize until now that the original members of the team There is such a character hidden in it.
The middle-aged monk didn't say a word, and he didn't have the slightest intention to show courtesy to the corporal.
But even the long-sleeved Lin Zheng, who was good at dancing, couldn't do what he did. He stood there at the critical moment, and everyone subconsciously bowed their heads towards him, worshiping him as their leader with a posture of submission and submission. .
Ye Shu lowered his eyes and looked at the incense in his hand that was about to burn out: "Yin incense is a strange thing for you to see."
The middle-aged monk in simple clothes never said anything. He said, pinching Jian Yinxiang's two fingers and spreading them lightly.
A short piece of incense fell straight to the ground, and by chance, it was embedded in the cracked hole in the ground, and the fragrance slowly bloomed. He put his hands in his cuffs, his eyelids slightly raised, and his shoulders lightly hunched, showing a completely defenseless and devoid of temperament.
At this moment, he looks like the second uncle watching a play in the market. It would be even more appropriate if he was holding a handful of melon seeds in his hand and cracking them.
Listening to the movements of this group of people, Balian sighed helplessly and said, "Are you planning to leave the underground palace and take refuge in the royal city first?"
Hearing this, Balian When asked, the monks were quite respectful. After all, the title of Taixuanzong was too prestigious.
Although I had many arguments with him in the bone wall of the underground palace at that time, now that I have calmed down, I naturally know that there is no need to break up with this disciple of Taixuan Sect.
The two monks who first started to question Ye Shu put away their swords and were about to reply. Who would have thought that the middle-aged man opened his eyes and looked Bailian up and down: "Not really, I I came here to see how you are going to deal with this evil beast."
Bailian: "..."
He suddenly spoke, leaving everyone speechless. .
This is an understatement. Let’s see how he plans to clean up the evil beast?
This sounds like the second uncle who had nothing to do in the east of the city had rushed to the north of the city early to watch people slaughter pigs.
Balian said politely: "I wonder what you call me, senior?"
The middle-aged man replied: "Ni Di." A strange surname and a strange first name.
Bailian said sincerely: "Senior Tui, I really can't deal with this."
The middle-aged man frowned slightly, as if he was very dissatisfied with his answer.
Bailian smiled and tried: "How about you, old man, come and give it a try?"
The middle-aged man's brows furrowed deeper, but at this time, all the emotions in his eyes had subsided, making the ordinary and unfamiliar middle-aged man's face look a little cold: Minglong will not be able to leave this underground palace for a while. You can take this opportunity to return to the royal city. "
Bailian has a smart temper and heard the hidden meaning in his words, so he asked: "Why can't Minglong leave the underground palace for a while? "
The middle-aged man's slanted eyes were deep and dark, and he said indifferently: "Since the Minglong broke away from the five swords, how far has it traveled in half an hour? ”
No one can answer this question. In such despair, everyone is thinking about how to get out of the predicament, who can care about this.
Hundred Li An replied: "One thousand three hundred and forty miles. ”
Everyone, including Ye Shu, looked at him with surprise and admiration.
The middle-aged man was calm and calm, and even took Balian's unusually calm behavior as a matter of course.
"Let me ask you again, how far has Minglong traveled after an hour?"
Bailian fell into deep thought, and his expression finally became a little solemn.
Not because he didn't know the answer, but because he finally realized an important piece of information.
"It's one hundred and ninety-six miles."
The difference in speed between the front and rear is not small.
Half an hour after Minglong broke the seal of the Five Swords, its speed slowed down significantly.
But in the entire underground palace, and even in the demon world, it is an invincible existence.
Who else, and what price should be paid,... can be so effective in holding back the Minglong?
Is it Su Jing? Or Yin Baishuang? !
At this time, the middle-aged man added another sentence with a sudden stroke of genius: "The world is spinning back to Dragon Control. I hesitate to go here. You must know that you are not the only one who can wield the dragon-slaying sword here."< br>
Bailian's pupils shrank violently, and he suddenly remembered that not long ago, the sound of thunder and disaster was faintly heard from the depths of the underground palace, and he gradually became uneasy.
Ignoring everyone, Yu Jian rushed towards the direction of the sea of fire again.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Ye Shu frowned and took a deep look at the middle-aged monk. For a moment, he was unable to see what his intentions were.
He was worried that Bai Lian would face Minglong alone, so he held Lin Zheng tighter on his back. Without hesitation, Yu Jian also chased after him, saying urgently: "Don't be fooled, this person is clearly irritating you."
Bailian said: "But what he said is also true."
Since he involved Su Jing and Yin Baishuang, there is no reason to abandon them in danger. Ignore the situation.
Ye Shu's voice suddenly became extremely serious: "Do you really think you can defeat the Dark Dragon? He is obviously tempting you to jump into the fire pit."
The man who was stabbed in the heart. The Dark Dragon sank in the magma, and Bailian Yujian was not far away from it, saying: "But why do you think he would do such a boring thing?"
Ye Shu frowned: "I don't know."
Bailian asked: "Before this, have you seen this person in the team?"
Ye Shu said in a daze: " There are so many people, I have no impression.”
Bailian said seriously: "But I do."
Even though he can't see, he is extremely vigilant. Among the people he travels with, although he doesn't get to know them one by one, he knows that he will follow Lin Zheng all the way. Enter the human monks in this underground palace...
——There is no such person!
Ye Shu is not stupid. After a little prodding, he suddenly realized, his face turned pale: "You mean he is not with us?"
Unknowingly, someone had no idea. He blended into this group of people without leaving any traces.
What’s even more chilling is that among the dozen or so people in the boat with him... none of them realized that there was a stranger in the team.
He actually accepted him very enthusiastically and naturally, showing him enthusiasm and admiration.
After thinking about this, Ye Shu suddenly felt terrified.
But Baili An’s next words almost made Ye Shu’s skin break out with goosebumps.
"I observed for a long time. His body temperature was very low. He talked for a long time, and he didn't even breathe. He... had no heartbeat."
Ye Shu's expression changed slightly: "Yes. You say this, among our team actually Is there a demon mixed in?! What is his purpose?"
Bailian shook his head and said: "You don't have to be so nervous. I guessed what his purpose was. He shouldn’t have any evil intentions towards us.”
To be precise, it was him alone.
(End of this chapter)