Chapter 649: Prisoner of the Dragon
Although these two women usually care about everything.
But today, Yin Baishuang suffered such a big loss at the hands of Su Jing, but she did not become aggressive.
In the battle by the lake, although she and Su Jing both broke through the tribulation at the same time, this was undoubtedly a great joy for both Taixuan Sect and Cangwu Palace.
However, Yin Baishuang didn't seem to be very interested.
At this time, the sword wound on her abdomen had stopped bleeding. Bailian's Suzaku Qin was placed between her legs. Her thin white fingertips randomly fiddled with the strings twice, stirring up bursts of clear and transcendent sounds.
A hint of sarcasm flashed in her eyes, and she said: "Looking at the material, it should be paulownia wood taken from Zhonghua Mountain, and the strings are made from the hair of the banshee Xue Ji in Tongque Mountain. It has the charm of gold and stone, the sound is clear and moist, the four strings sound like cracking silk, and the qin is actually a fine guqin..."
Yin Baishuang's fingers lightly touched the red lines of the dark fire on the surface of the qin, and there was a lot of sneer on his lips. A bit chilly.
She pushed the Suzaku that was resting between her legs, threw it to the ground, and sneered: "There is also a guardian spirit sealed in this piano, but this spirit is not the Suzaku spirit. , I’m afraid your plan will come to nothing.”
It’s not Suzaku?
Bai Lian looked surprised and puzzled, but he saw that the painting on the piano was indeed the sacred bird Suzaku.
He pondered and said: "That day when I was in the ghost house in Xianling City, Prince Yingxiu personally said that this harp is a sacred object of the Zhongyou Dynasty. If the one sealed in it is not Suzaku, then how can it be? What?”
Yin Baishuang sneered again and again: "Ying Xiu? How can a person recognize a waste whose eyes are decorated with pen and ink?"
Ye Shu had heard about various deeds of the Zhongyou Dynasty in his early years. .
In the past two hundred years, Prince Zhongyou Yingxiu has traveled all over the world, slaying demons and helping people, and he has gained a great reputation.
Although he comes from Zhongyou, he is very good at making friends and has a good reputation as Zhou Zheng.
Although he has never met the prince in Zhongyou, he met Su Jing and Yin Baishuang, both sons of heaven, in the earth today, and he learned about the character of the prince with the same name. There shouldn't be much difference in talent.
Why do I hear so much disdain from Miss Yin now?
Ye Shu asked puzzledly: "Eyes decorated with pen and ink? What does Palace Master Yin Shao mean by this? Could it be that Prince Yingxiu was born with an eye disease?"
Asked after this , Yin Baishuang couldn't help but his eyes darkened, knowing that he had spoken quickly and said something that he shouldn't have said.
She looked gloomy and changed the topic: "Although Suzaku was born in Jiuyou, he was raised and raised by the Taiyin Emperor. It was later passed down to Zhongyou in later generations and passed down from generation to generation.
Its protective significance is for Zhongyou. For every subject of the dynasty, it is very important.
It is difficult to have Suzaku heirs. There are only two in the world for thousands of years, so it is especially important to win the title of Empress Ji. Cherish and cherish it.
In this case, how could she deprive Suzaku of her soul and sacrifice it to the harp to make it into a weapon spirit? "This is so ridiculous!" Not to mention that Empress Ying Ji would not commit such a cruel act, but anyone who dares to use the spirit of the Suzaku into the weapon will probably become the biggest enemy of Zhongyou Imperial City.”
Although what Yin Baishuang said made sense, Balian always felt that she seemed to have missed something, and he couldn't help but frown deeply: "If the spirit in the piano is not a Suzaku, then what is it?"
"I'm not the owner of this piano, how can I know what the hell it is?"
Yin Baishuang rolled her eyes in a bad temper.
“Although the art of Zhongyou’s deceitful way is disliked by all the countries in the world and regards it as an evil art, the way of practicing the art of deception may not be suitable for those with low spiritual root level. They are particularly friendly to humans without spiritual roots, so some people in the human world Monks with no background and qualifications especially love the treacherous path.
In the early years, although the human monks rejected Zhongyou Imperial City, Zhongyou Imperial City was located at the junction of the human world and the underworld, and it had no knowledge of human nations. Class.
Therefore, the Taiyin Temple was set up in the city to teach Taoism to the world. Therefore, some people admired the red bird and used the winged bird to imitate the spirit into the vessel. It is understandable. ”
According to Yin Baishuang, the spirit of the instrument in the piano is probably just an imitation of the Suzaku spirit.
In this way, if you want to use the mysterious magic technique to awaken the Suzaku in the piano, The hope of dealing with Minglong may be in vain.
Yin Baishuang glanced at Balian. , there seems to be confusion on his face.
"The person who made this piano is probably very capable. The breath of the Suzaku in this piano is very real. If it weren't for the fact that the Suzaku is the holy spirit protected by the Zhongyou Dynasty, I would I have to doubt whether this piano is real. I am very curious. Where did you get this thing not long after you came into the world? ”
Balian didn't want to deceive Yin Baishuang, but now in front of Ye Shu, he couldn't say that this piano was a coffin board that was covered with him after his death, right?
Perhaps seeing his dilemma, Yin Baishuang waved his hand again and said: "Forget it, I'm not very interested in this matter, but if you still don't give up, I can use the summoner to I will teach you the secret method of the inner world of the spirit, but you just want to use this piano to Conquering the Dark Dragon is probably a fantasy."
Bailian said thoughtfully: "Then according to Miss Yin, if the real Suzaku Spirit can be summoned, can this Dark Dragon be brought down?"< br>
Yin Baishuang answered very steadily Tuo: "You may not have the strength to fight, but..." She raised her hand and glanced at Bai Lian lightly, and said: "Ten thousand steps back, you really summoned the Suzaku Spirit, but you are not of Zhongyou Royal Family blood. , and have not learned the art of controlling spirits, they cannot bring out the true power of Suzaku. Spiritual power is also at a loss.”
She did not hide the contempt in her words, but when Balian heard it, she felt that the overly obvious contempt in her words seemed to be vague. Hidden is another layer of subtle expectation that is unknown to everyone.
There is not much time left for Balian.
Even with the Dragon-Slaying Sword to restrain the dragon's tail, Afutu could not contain the Minglong for long. After learning Zhongyou's spirit-controlling formula from Yin Baishuang, Bailian found a high place to climb while carrying the harp on his back. Overlooking the huge mountainous dragon body.
The rolling magma has begun to burn out waves of black and purple flames, and the evil spirit trapped in the earth veins is once again restless.
Wildfires are everywhere, giant dragons are roaming the abyss, ghosts are following them like shadows, and the surrounding scenes are like the doomsday that will engulf the world.
Ten miles away from the dragon's belly, there is a natural mine that is inaccessible to water and fire.
On top of the mountain cave, there are eight round white stones hidden in the four corners. Baili'an is sitting on the mountain rocks, his fingers caressing the red and colorful Suzaku drawing on the surface of the piano.
The dark ground stones and flowing fire merged together, and the dark underground world was dotted with dots of halo, illuminating the patterns of the divine birds on the surface of the piano.
The bright red flowing colors are like mottled blood, forming a series of beautiful and mysterious patterns.
The fingers were gently entangled on the sharp strings. Xue Ji's flexible hair instantly cut her fingertips, and blood overflowed and fell into the bird's eyes.
As if given life, the entire pattern suddenly became alive.
The sound of phoenixes echoed between heaven and earth.
At the same time, a phantom of Vermilion Bird spread its wings behind Balian, and the sound of clear hooves passed by. Balian's expression was in a trance for a moment, as if he was slightly at a loss.
His fingers rose and fell, the sound of the piano sounded quietly, and the dark patterns of flowing fire on the surface of the piano were lit up every inch, and the light seeped out of the strings, lingering softly on Balian's fingertips.
The guqin is silent, and the spirit of the instrument is silent.
But at this moment, the warm touch on the fingertips inexplicably overlapped with the intimacy of years apart and the sadness that spread silently.
The familiar aura penetrates the fingertips and flows deeply into the heart.
He stopped playing the string, but the sound was still there.
The silver strings buzzed and trembled, as if weeping, but also as if they had been lonely for thousands of years and suddenly met old friends.
The red-gold flowing fire phantom fluttered from behind Balian.
Everyone at the lake ten miles away seemed to be observing for a moment. But in the magma fire, the huge dragon body seemed to have awakened some kind of talent, and its dragon scales stood up strangely, as if it smelled something extremely dangerous.
The unplayed strings sing to themselves, and the sad meaning in them is as if they have carried thousands of miles of mountains and rivers alone for many years. On the day when the strings are played, they sing for only one person.
Bailian didn't know why, but because of the sound of the string, he felt hot. He turned around with excitement, ready to touch the flowing fire shadow wing behind him.
In the illusive and blurry light, it fluttered its wings and flew towards him with great joy.
“Bah!!!!!”
At this moment, the wind passed over the rocks and stirred up fine dust.
The wind was not strong, but it contained an extremely terrifying power, erasing all traces of living things.
The wing shadow in the phantom of the flowing fire let out a sad and violent cry, and the wings instantly exploded into countless light dust, dissipating like light snow.
There was a cracking sound, and one of the main strings broke on the surface of the piano. The divinity in the piano was unable to support it and gradually disappeared.
Bailiandi's outstretched hand froze in the empty air for a moment.
He didn't know what happened, his eyes were dull and his heart was empty, as if an important part of his body had suddenly been ripped open.
A middle-aged man wearing simple clothes and light robes appeared out of thin air at the intersection of darkness and fire.
Although he looks ordinary, he has a calm temperament and a calm expression. A pair of extremely mysterious and deep eyes stared at Balian with an unpredictable expression.
Bailian heard the footsteps that were not deliberately concealed.
But before that, he didn't sense the presence of any breath at all.
Even the eight chess pieces that Miss Yin gave him were lying peacefully in their own place without any change at the moment.
This person can actually see space as nothing, walk straight without any obstruction, and no one will notice anything strange.
The hand that was frozen in mid-air was slowly taken back by Balian.
He was facing the direction of his footsteps, and the ups and downs of his chest were very weak, but the Corpse Demon didn't need to breathe, and this slight ups and downs silently expressed Balian's anger.
The middle-aged man said calmly: "This makes me angry."
"Why..."
"Maybe I shouldn't have kept this weapon spirit from the beginning."
Bailian paused for a moment, and then said: "You know me. "
The man pondered for a while and then said: "Perhaps it would be better for you to address me as 'you'."
"I don't deny that you are very powerful." The title has not been changed.
"Are you angry?" The man asked a similar question again.
Bailian thought for a while and replied seriously: "Yes, I am very angry."
The middle-aged man's originally emotionless tone suddenly became a little cold: " Do you think you have the right to be angry in front of me now?"
Bailian said nothing.
The middle-aged man continued to speak: "Do you think you can use the power of the Suzaku Spirit to turn the tide and get rid of the predicament today?"
Bailian's fists in his sleeves tightened slightly, and he could hear the extreme contempt in his words, but he still did not speak.
The middle-aged man walked towards him step by step, looking at him with a look of extreme disappointment: "Do you know who has the right to be angry?"
Not to Baili. When An had the opportunity to speak, the middle-aged man raised a finger and pointed it slightly in the direction of Minglong seemingly casually.
Without any bells and whistles, without any spiritual power, Balian didn’t even feel any energy fluctuations.
This finger seemed to open up a small world. It was clear that Balian's eyes were poisoned and the whole world was black.
But this finger entered his dark world very clearly.
Let him clearly see how he pointed out this casual and domineering finger. Wherever his finger pointed, the breath space changed drastically.
The body of the Dark Dragon that was struck by him, the dragon scales were like tiles lifted up by the hurricane, with pieces mottled, broken and flying.
The man crossed Bailian, and his plain voice was born with the power to strike at the soul: "I will let you know that a true overlord will not be overwhelmed by such incompetent, powerless, and useless emotions. Right and left."
As his words fell, Balian seemed to be pulled into a strange world for a moment.
He clearly saw the man stretch out his right hand towards Minglong, and then he grasped one of its horns very naturally and calmly, and with a gentle tug like he was trying to retrieve something, he pulled Minglong out of the world. come out.
Amidst the terrifying roar of the dragon, the flowing magma turned into tiny bits of light between the dark and cold body of the Dark Dragon.
The next moment, the tiny bits of flowing fire turned into bright sparks.
Stars are lingering as far as the eye can see, and the heaven and earth are vast when looking down. The vastness of the world is vaguely emerging between the sea and the sky, as far away as a dream.
Baili Zang is in a distant sea of stars. This is not a world of earth veins, nor is it a demon world.
The environment is like a cloud, but also seems to transcend the ninth heaven.
Because the sun, moon and stars are all under your feet.
At this moment, he is standing above all living beings and above the six realms. This is an unimaginable height.
Bailian's vision changed, and dreams and awakenings intertwined, but he knew clearly that this was not a dream, and it was definitely not an illusion.
But in just an instant, the man took away Minglong and him from that world.
This is the real world, but also an unimaginable world.
Bailian's whole body was frozen and his soul was trembling. In this cold body, there was a blazing wildfire burning crazily.
The man stood not far in front of him, facing away from the huge dragon head.
The Dark Dragon kept roaring at him. Its huge body was a terrifying existence that destroyed mountains and cracked the earth whenever it moved. However, in this sea of stars, it was as small and weak as a drop in the sky and earth. It was so insignificant. .
But the man, who was smaller than one of its dragon eyes, was like a real universe, powerful and boundless.
Can anyone guess the identity of this man? Bad smile
(End of this chapter)