Chapter 689: Someone is robbing someone
It’s not like the little corpse-eating demon was taken advantage of.
It’s just that in the midst of the clear law of heaven, in full view of everyone, the woman was wearing the clothes of their Tianxi Sword Sect, and she was wearing the identity of Master Yunrong, the fourth sword of Tianxi.
She just kidnapped their Feng Jun in this doomsday wedding banquet in such a grand manner...
Conspiracy!
Naked conspiracy!
If this matter were spread back to the various immortal sects in the human world...
Yun Rong could not imagine what kind of public opinion and pressure the Tianxi Sword Sect would face.
The sky is like a sea of fire, and ink invades the world.
The 'Inner Demon' Yun Rong's hair was lifted up by the strong wind as she rose with the sword. Different from the light temperament of this deity, when she looked down, her brows and the corners of her eyes seemed to be rubbing a cold and murderous spirit. color.
"She's from the Tianxi Sword Sect! Hateful! Are you trying to deceive me into having no king in the demon world? Just after the banquet was over, she came to rob the bride and rob the bride! Stop her!"
"Xue Xue Sword! It's Xi Xue Jian Yun Rong! Hateful! How can I, the Lord of the Realm, allow you to covet so much!”
Since ancient times, good and evil have not coexisted. In the hearts of demons, demons and demons can still be one family, and those human monks who claim to kill demons, especially hateful.
The Demon Realm Palace is a sacred place, but the righteous monks in the human world took advantage of the chaos to come and go as if it was nothing, with their Lord of the River in their hands.
This is simply more hateful and uncomfortable than having your face thrown to the ground and trampled on.
All of a sudden, there were endless yells of curses and killings, and the demon ministers and demons who were all red-eyed wanted to tear off Yun Rong's skin and eat it raw!
Immediately, dozens of demon generals rose up with guns waving, murderous intent ablaze in the light of the fire, and their momentum became tense.
Yun Rong used the Xixue Sword. Facing the angry and besieging demon generals, he did not take the sword with his hands. He formed a sword with his long and slender hands, and he was flying like a dragon in the air. There are ghosts and gods on the fingertips.
A few tens of meters away, just a little bit empty, the energy is like a river being washed, and the sword is like a python destroying a mountain.
The eyes of dozens of demon generals who rose from the ground widened in fear. Their trembling eyes were brightened by the vast and edgeless victory. Before they even had time to scream and wail, their figures were swept away and swallowed up by the sword light. .
Immediately afterwards, the demon generals who tried to surround and kill them all saw this thrilling scene. They couldn't help feeling that their teeth were cold and their lips were cold, and they didn't dare to move forward.
Not to mention the Tianxi Sword Sect, even if you look at the world, there are probably only two people who can kill this sword.
When did a race as weak as ants come out with such a strong person?
His sword style is probably far superior to that of the Sword Immortal, right? !
Zang Xin stared at Yun Rong, his pupils trembling.
Yun Rong held Bailian's hand and never let go, and for a moment, a raging fire rolled past her.
Hunting in the wind in a black and red sword outfit, with Zongyu tassels around her waist in a graceful and flamboyant arc, her eyes were indifferent: "I took this person away."
Half a picture The half-concealed elegance makes this extremely noisy battlefield seem solemn and quiet.
Her voice is clear and shallow, like autumn wind blowing frosty leaves, and there is a touch of undetectable sadness in her elegance.
Bailian felt the hand around his waist hugging him very tightly. Even through his clothes, he could feel the hot temperature in the palm of his hand.
Zang Xin's expression turned extremely ugly.
Whether Balian is dead or alive, whether he is going or staying, should have nothing to do with him, but why is he from the Tianxi Sword Sect!
Even if he married the Demon Lord on the spot, it would be far better for him to become the real Feng Lord than to be taken away by the people of the Tianxi Sword Sect!
But facing Yun Rong who could slash out such a sword, he could only do nothing.
Boom! ! !
At this time, a black and purple thunderbolt as thick and wild as a dragon struck down from the crack in the sky, targeting Bailian and Yunrong on the snow-washing sword.
The sudden thunder and lightning rushed like crazy, giving no one time to react.
Thunder is faster than the sound, but Yun Rong's reaction speed is even faster than the thunder. He raised his arms and waved his sleeves, but surprisingly, only half of the thunder power was dissipated.
The barrier of the Xue Xue Sword was suddenly blown away, and a large piece of his sleeve was scorched, and billowing black flames appeared.
Yun Rong's breath was unstable for a moment, and the spiritual sword under his feet shook violently. It was inevitable that lightning would fall on Bailian's body. He had no choice but to loosen his arm around his waist and put his palm on his shoulder to push lightly.
The two people separated quickly in the air, and black and purple thunder struck the Xue Xue Sword. The sword's spiritual power suddenly dissipated, like the end of a powerful crossbow. The sword screamed and fell from the sky, slanting into the Shinto palace elephant.
Bailian Guang was struck by the remnant power of the thunder and lightning, and his whole body was numb and painful. Even the body of the corpse demon could not resist the thunder. He knew that Yun Rong had just resisted, and he would definitely Not comfortable.
The Qiu Shui Sword came out, Bailian pointed his sword through the air, the Qiu Shui Sword broke through a piece of fire and caught Yun Rong.
Human monks fly with swords. If they lose their swords, it will be difficult to stabilize themselves in the air.
Bailian summoned the Qiu Shui Sword, but it was just a subconscious act.
But he didn't know that with the current level of cultivation of the 'Inner Demon' Yun Rong, even without a sword in his hand and no clouds under his feet, he could fly freely and even cross the void world.
He had just entered the realm of transcending tribulation, and was struck by the residual power of thunder and lightning. His whole body was paralyzed, and it was difficult to control the spiritual power in his body to fly.
Unfortunately, the direction in which he fell was directly towards the mouth of the Qianyuan Cauldron.
The extremely targeted lightning strike just now was sudden and strange.
In an instant, Bai Lian seemed to understand what was going on. He turned around and swung around, then slapped his body with a palm.
The furnace fire is rolling, and among the flowing fire of Yang Yan that can burn all living things, except for the rolling flames, only Yin thunder is left.
Bailian's palm fell as if he were facing a formidable enemy, which seemed a bit baffling in the eyes of others.
But the next moment, a scene happened that made the demons' hearts beat wildly and their souls flew away. It was hard to believe.
A slender and beautiful hand, like a demon, stretched out and swayed like it was picking fiery flowers from hell.
The black sleeves trailing by that hand were embroidered with elegant golden patterns. The thunder and lightning made the dark patterns shimmer and shine gorgeously.
The two palms struck each other, and the oven erupted with a thunderous sound of fire. In a deafening sound, the flowing fire magma in the oven spewed out like a volcanic eruption.
The injury between Bai Lian's arms has not healed. When his palms met, his sleeves and robes danced loudly. The wound on his arm suddenly tore open, and the blood droplets burst out and flew in all directions.
The bones made the sound of breaking inch by inch from the palm of the hand along the arm. Bailian's face turned pale, and a huge force came towards him, and his whole body was thrown high again.
Then the fierce fire spread out from both sides, and a pale demon-like face, like a newly fired jade porcelain bathed in the flowing fire, swayed into the world. In the raging fire, blood drops scattered on her cheeks, and the pale skin was dotted with scarlet blood. The extreme color difference made her face even more enchanting and evil.
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty!!!" The demon general suddenly lost his voice and changed color.
Zang Xin's pupils shook violently. For a moment, he was so shocked by the scene in front of him that he lost his sense of proportion. He forgot to cover up and glared at King Daoman anxiously: "She's not dead! Even the Qianyuan Cauldron can't kill her! How could she not die after eating the young seeds of the Burning Heart Fruit?”
Thinking of all the weird behaviors of King Daoman just now, Shen Xin couldn’t help but wonder if he was betraying.
Si Kong ignored Zang Xin’s shouting. He stared at the golden cauldron with a strange look in his eyes.
The moment the Demon Lord emerged from the fire, he actually lost contact with the Qianyuan Cauldron.
This Qianyuan Cauldron is forged from Geng metal and combined with evil spirits. It has the power to control the world and kill. It is extremely strong and extremely evil, and it is difficult for any method to break it.
The only way to overcome it is to resist the Yangyan Tribulation Thunder, go deep into the inner cauldron, and go inside to temper and melt away the Gengjin power of the Qianyuan Cauldron, turning it into one's own use to conquer.
But let’s not say that she took the heart-burning fruit seeds. Even if the old devil was still alive, he would not dare to enter the cauldron and bathe in the fire. How could she survive the fire unscathed.
The demon king was not dead, but he completely controlled the magic weapon. Si Kong suddenly had an idea in his mind that his lovable brother was secretly letting him go.
But then I thought about it, how could he release the water? This is the Qianyuan Cauldron, how could he ensure that the Demon King would not die after entering the cauldron?
A'luo's dark gold and black clothes were swaying and rolling in the fierce wind, like a raging sea, like waves, with such a breathtaking momentum and power that it seemed to be so overwhelming that it was difficult for all living beings to raise their heads and look up.
Yun Rong's face was as sinking as water, and he stepped forward to pick up Bai Lian.
Aluo smiled softly, and the firelight bathing him seemed to dim. He gently moved his slender fingertips in the blazing fire of the oven. The fire suddenly rose up like a mountain and turned into a towering line. The fire dragon rushed up and stood between Yun Rong and Bai Lian.
Her dark eyes reflected Yun Rong's figure, as if filled with furious fire that deceived the sky, but she was surprisingly calm and frightening. Her voice was soft and soft, but she inexplicably gave birth to a kind of cruelty. The bloody spirit: "I'm afraid you can't afford this person!"
The Yangyan Fire Dragon, which can burn all things, soars into the sky, but it cannot stop Yun Rong's castration. Her face is cold, and the Autumn Water Sword in her hand is quickly put into the Qiankun bag, and she plunges into the sea of fire without any hesitation. Leave the retreat behind you and move forward with determined steps without retreating.
The fire dragon soaring into the sky suddenly collapsed, and the flame body splashed hundreds of miles above the sky. The dim world was instantly ignited into daylight, and the torn fireball rolled down like torrential rain.
Bailian felt herself running into a hot embrace, her body mixed with wind, rain and the faint fragrance of evening magnolia.
As soon as I looked back, I saw Yun Rong's moon-like frosty face. The black and red sword outfit on her body was still rolling with unextinguished flowing fire and rolling smoke that was flickering.
There always seemed to be a kind of calmness and calmness about her. Her deep eyes seemed to be smashed with sparks of light, and she looked at him with a burning look.
After such a fierce battle, her voice was still calm and clear: "You don't need to fight her, I will take you away."
For some reason, those four words 'I'll take you away' made Balian's heart tighten for no reason.
The Burning Heart burning in his wrists made his bones ache a little.
Bailian was a little flustered by the look in her eyes. His dead heart, which could not beat and did not feel pain, seemed to have been suddenly cut with a sharp cut by a small knife.
It didn’t feel painful at first, but suddenly the blood-soaked energy suddenly came over me.
But he was puzzled.
Why does Yun Rong appear here?
Looking at her appearance, she seemed to be here because of her own inner demons.
Yun Rong glanced at him quietly, her bright and burning eyes like thick fog, perfectly covering up all the emotions in her eyes.
She said: "I met Miss Yin and Miss Jing outside the boundary. They asked me to rescue you."
Bailian was slightly relieved, but vaguely felt that all this was It happened too much by chance.
The splash of ink in the sky became more and more powerful, and was even approaching the point of overpowering the Qianyuan Cauldron's fire.
Bailian saw this scene clearly, he shook his head and said: "Today's matter has nothing to do with you, Miss Yunrong."
Yunrong was startled, and then tightened his grip Biting her lower lip, slender Her eyebrows were furrowed in sadness: "You don't want to come with me?"
Arao, who was furious, was also stunned. She originally thought that when Bai Lian saw Yun Rong's appearance, she would He left with her regardless.
But he didn’t want to? !
A'rao narrowed his slender eyes, stepped onto the fire, and stood at the same height as Yunrong Bailian.
She looked at Yun Rong dangerously and sneered: "Who do you think he is? How could you allow him to be taken away at your convenience?!"
Listen After saying this, Yun Rong's face became colder, and a bitter smile slowly appeared on his lips, which was a bit sarcastic, a bit crazy, and a bit hidden. Yin's hatred: "Then who do you think he is? Corpse Demon? Demon River? Or Demon Lord? It's not too much for me to take him away, but if you force him to marry you, it's treason!"< br>
"You————" A'rao's eyes narrowed sharply, as if he was suddenly bitten by a colorful venomous snake.
Yunrong lowered his eyes and glanced at the 'self' on the battlefield: "If you are really capable, why should you offer that cup of tea to a mere inner demon? Why don't you try delivering it to me personally? How about it in your hand?”
The word "how" came out gently and softly, and it pierced A'luo's heart like a soft knife.
His Majesty the Demon King seemed to understand it completely. She laughed in a low voice: "So what if you don't drink today's cup of tea? He doesn't want to go with you."
The atmosphere was tense. Even though they were hundreds of feet apart, the demons could feel the terrifying atmosphere of silent tension between the two of them.
Yun Rong lowered her eyes: "People will always make progress."
A'rao couldn't understand this sentence, and she narrowed her eyes: "What do you mean?"
"It means that I feel that it doesn't hurt to imitate your methods sometimes."
Yun Rong suddenly smiled on his face, his smile was calm, gentle and quiet.
But one hand was tightly attached to Balian's abdomen, and a soft spiritual power was swallowed up from the palm of his hand and sank into his body.
Bailian's eyes suddenly opened wide, his body trembled, his eyes gradually lost their luster, his head hung down, and he fell asleep.
After Yun Rong sealed the corpse beads in his body with warmth, he half-hugged and half-hugged Bai Lian, recalled the Snow-Cleaning Sword, and swayed away thousands of miles of snow-cold sword energy with one strike.
The sword energy turns into frost and becomes a way, and the end is invisible at a glance.
She lowered her eyes and said: "A person who has carried me through thousands of mountains and rivers and across all lands, do you think it will be difficult for me to take him away?"
Aluo's eyebrows were full. She was filled with cold murderous intent, and all the madness in her body was restrained. She raised her hand and raised her hand, ignoring the evil beasts in the sky, and drew up the raging sun fire like a whale drawing out the sea.
Yun Rong was not in a hurry, and held up the fan-shaped sword screen with one palm to suppress the deceiving fire. Comparing the two, her cultivation was not even inferior to that of the Demon Lord.
(End of this chapter)