Chapter 710: Engraving
This situation, one after another, is so unexpected that even the sect leader may have miscalculated.
This little devil's ability is obviously restrained against her.
With her spiritual vein sealed, she has no ability to fight back in front of such a ghost.
In the blink of an eye, the kid took advantage of the victory and jumped in front of Yun Rong.
The devouring ghostly energy is enough to kill!
Just being forced to inhale a few wisps of dark and vicious ghost energy made her heart feel as if it was suddenly grasped tightly by an invisible ghost claw. The pain made her breath tight and her vision tightened. Narrow and fuzzy, dizzy and dizzy.
Although Yun Rong did not intend to sit still and wait for death, she found that she was unable to change the desperate fact. She did not even have the ability to recite the sword-protecting spell to destroy the soul of the Snow Sword.
However, neither of the two people in the house realized that there was a cat here.
A furry claw stretched out from the side, drawing her attention to five sharp claws protruding from the pink and soft flesh pad.
There were still silver threads from her clothes hanging between the claws, which looked a little funny and a little ridiculous.
The short paw hooked with thread fell into her sight and began to become slender and powerful, with clear knuckles and warm fingertips.
The shoulders were slightly heavy, and the hand passed through her hair, blocking the wind and rain from all directions for her, and she was covered with murder.
Then, Yun Rong's blurred vision could no longer see the scene in front of him clearly.
Amidst the chaos, she vaguely heard the ghost boy's shrill and angry howl. A handful of warm liquid splashed onto her cheek, and a slightly sweet orangutan flavor spread on the tip of her nose. Her consciousness was completely groggy and she fell into darkness.
I don't know how much time passed, but when Yun Rong woke up again, she was no longer in the cabin, but lying on the slightly moist soil.
We are in a night lake. The lake surface is lightly scaly, reflected in the dark blue of the night, with the sound of cicadas and the cold moon in the water.
Yun Rong sat up straight, feeling a dull pain in her head that was almost splitting. She adjusted her breath for a moment, and the heaviness of her body dissipated a little, and her dizzy consciousness gradually solidified.
The spiritual platform gradually stabilized and consciousness gradually returned. Yun Rong immediately touched his left shoulder.
The shoulders are empty, and the peach blossoms are no longer there.
Yun Rong's breath tightened, and his eyebrows slowly raised. Regardless of his body's weakness, he was about to get up reluctantly.
"Are you looking for me?" At this time, a voice as clear and clear as the wind came from the side.
That voice is all too familiar to Yun Rong!
She turned around suddenly, reacted extremely, and looked at the boy under the peach tree in disbelief.
The afterglow of the moonlight shines through the cracks in the trees, casting cold light and shadow on his clothes. The wind blows the trees, and the flowers fall all over his body. He is so handsome that he is breathtakingly handsome.
He stood under the tree and smiled, looking at Yun Rong, and suddenly raised his right hand like a cat scratching a person, and meowed cleanly.
Yunrong's body was shaken violently.
Bailian walked slowly over, knelt down in front of Yun Rong, and sighed helplessly: "Senior sister's naming skills are really below par, peach blossoms, how can there be any A man has such a tacky name.”
Yunrong’s expression was blank, as if he hadn’t reacted yet: “Junior brother?”
What’s even more terrible is that her junior brother is. Peach blossom? ! ! !
Yun Rong's bright eyes stared closely at Bailian, who was only wearing a thin shirt and had not yet fully transformed into a human.
The two fluffy ears are still propped on the head, and the familiar cat tail hangs behind him, sliding around on the ground.
That coat color is obviously peach blossom!
The dizziness that Yun Rong finally calmed down became intense again.
She rubbed her eyebrows, feeling both amused and moved in her heart: "Junior brother, how could you come to Xiaozhoushan like this? I didn't even notice it at all?"
As he spoke, he couldn't help but want to touch the ears on his head.
The peach-blossom cat is the junior brother, and the junior brother is the peach-blossom cat.
No wonder she, who had never loved dogs or cats since childhood, was suddenly taken care of by a little wild cat.
He sticks to her day and night, trying his best to make delicious food for her.
Have you ever seen a cat that roasts small fish and shrimp before eating them?
Emotion turned out to be her junior brother all along? ! ! !
No wonder the virtues of drunkenness are exactly the same!
Bailian smiled and suppressed her groping hand. He looked at her and said seriously: "Sister, I am a cat with nine lives now. I am not afraid of your sword."
Yunrong's hand touching his head suddenly stiffened. The smile on her face disappeared and her face became extremely serious: "What do you mean?"
Bailian said: "Senior sister, don't worry, my real body is not here. What you see now is just an incarnation of me. I use Penglai Secret Use the technique to refine this nine-life cat incarnation, which can become your new sword spirit.”
The nine-life cat belongs to the demon clan and is perfect for inscribing sword spirits.
The Nine-Life Cat has long been extinct in the human world and only exists in book records. Balian used the various information about the Nine-Life Cat in the book records to understand the structure of its demon body, its demon soul and demon body. The direction of pulses in the body.
Finally, he used the improved technique of stealing the moon and exchanging the sun to deduce a new nine-lived cat from the virtual world, and then divided his soul into the virtual world and transformed it into reality, thus he raised such an incarnation of the nine-lived cat. .
It’s just that the ability of these nine lives is only for this incarnation, but it is useless for the original body.
But Balian doesn’t feel sorry.
Yun Rong's brows grew colder, and he didn't look happy on his face: "To become a sword spirit, you must first die and become a spirit. Even if you are incarnated outside your body, if you want to become my sword spirit, that means you must Experience death first, what? Junior brother, do you want me to kill you with my own hands?"
"I'm not afraid of death." Balian said softly: "I'm just afraid... that you will be wronged after marrying me."
A very light word, It didn't carry any weight, but it made Yun Rong feel as if his heart had been hit hard.
Looking at Qing Jun's eyebrows and eyes so close to each other, her mind fell into a blank state of confusion for the first time, and she bit her lip unconsciously.
In this deep and long night, with no one around the lakeside, Yun Rong actually felt like he was suddenly being pampered by others.
But he was his junior brother, the junior brother who she watched being born from the womb of Empress Ying Ji, and who grew up as she watched him grow up.
She is nearly sixty years older than him, and she is old enough to be his grandmother in this world.
Even after they got married, Yun Rong always cared for him as a junior deep down in his heart.
But at this moment, she suddenly found a trace of a husband in him.
However, to become her husband, you have to kill her... This does not look like the way a normal couple should get along.
Yun Rong frowned.
Bailian smiled and said: "Sister, there is no need to be embarrassed. In the current situation, you only need to remember it for me, and I will be your sword spirit."
Said Then, he slowly pulled down his clothes, and saw that under the dark thin shirt, a large area was stained red with blood, and a shocking scar was left on his heart, with only half a weakly beating heart left inside.
Finally, the strong spirit on his face faded little by little, and his eyes were covered with a layer of gray death.
But he still smiled to himself: "It is the first time I have transformed into a spirit. This body has not grown up yet and is still in the form of a young demon. Now my strength is limited and I cannot defeat the ghost boy for the time being. For the current plan, only senior sister can Accept me, refine the sword spirit, and recall the Snow-washing Sword before you can defeat the ghost boy."
Yun Rong looked at the bright red wound on his chest, and her body shivered. She suddenly thought of something and subconsciously touched her cheek.
The cheeks were smooth and clean, not stained with any blood. It seemed that he had wiped them clean while she was in coma.
"Senior Sister..." Balian said softly: "How can anyone in this mountain be so unworthy? If that little devil doesn't kill him as soon as possible, everyone here will probably be swallowed by its ghostly energy. Now this It's the only way. "
Yun Rong's eyelashes trembled slightly when she heard this, but she said nothing more. Her eyes were clear and scorching, and she slowly raised a hand.
Balian immediately understood and leaned forward to kiss her fingertips, as if he was completing some kind of sacred ritual.
Her fingertips became clear, emitting a silvery white light like a star.
“Look up.” Yun Rong said softly.
The wild forest is quiet, peach blossoms and green lakes. The wind blows her cuffs, and a bit of extremely white color is faintly revealed between her wrists.
Bailian raised his head as he was told, his cold fingertips fell down, and his eyebrows seemed to be covered with thin snow.
The rules of heaven and earth flashed in the spiritual platform, and the spiritual contract was established.
The next moment, Bai Lian felt that a sword embryo formed by a light mist suddenly appeared in the spiritual sea. In the dark, the sword embryo seemed to be in line with the truth of the great truth with the invisible Snow-Cleaning Sword in the distance. There is a wonderful connection that cannot be severed.
The feeling of sleepiness swept over me like a sea.
Bailian knew clearly that he was experiencing a death. His body temperature was taken away by the wind of the night lake, and his eyes gradually became dull.
As Yun Rong's fingers moved away from his eyebrows, he felt as if his soul was being pulled out of his body along with that hand and no longer belonged to him.
He slowly fell down, and Yun Rong gently took over his cold, gray body.
For a long time, she slowly raised her head, a silver sword light flashing in her dark eyes.
In the dark night around me, the soul fire gathered like quicksand, dividing the world into the third kind of stunning color, black and white.
Yun Rong slowly stood up from the lakeside, the wind blowing slightly on his face, and the skirt of her skirt, raised by the silver soul fire around her, was like ripples on the water.
The black hair and blue hair are constantly flying in the wind and fire, and occasionally a strand covers the autumn eyes like water.
The wolves howled in the distant mountains, and the rustling of the leaves in the wind made a faint whimper, like a child crying.
In the darkness, a pair of eyes as red as blood crouched and watched, its mouth was dripping with saliva mixed with blood, and it looked in all directions gloomily.
Finally, its eyes were firmly locked on Yun Rong.
It lost its trace in the darkness, leaving only shallow footprints in the soft soil.
The sinister wind sweeps over the ears, contaminating them with evil spirits.
Yun Rong stood motionless, the moonlight above her head suddenly became thinner, and was swallowed up by the ghostly energy as dark as mist, and the shadow-like monster bit her head in, with a mouth full of resentment that could rot bones and melt soul.
The ghost is behind you, and so is the sword.
Yunrong's spiritual veins were sealed, and his body was like a heavy lock, unable to mobilize any spiritual power in his body.
But the moment she completed the engraving, she and her sword spirit became one and the same.
The sword spirit is like a newly forged key, enough to open the sword seal of the Snow-Cleaning Sword.
Several streaks of silver-white sword fire appeared all over her body. She stretched out her hand and shouted in a low voice: "Come on, Zhenming!"
The whole body was burning like a weak sword fire like phosphorus fire, and the majestic sword light lit up the lake wild.
Yunrong's right hand penetrated into the dark and gloomy ghost aura. The rich ghost aura was broken by the sword light. She held the hilt of the snow-washing sword and slashed out with a tilted sword.
The sword fire burned for an unknown amount of time, and suddenly there was a terrifying tearing sound under the trees by the lake.
The silvery white sword fire and silver glow around Yun Rong fell down like the wind stopped and the sand stopped.
She didn't know when the snow-washing sword was unsheathed. The blade shone like the secret snow in the dark night. The silvery sand-like sword light flowed under her sword, slowly turning into a white cat that exuded the light of soul fire.
The vertical pupils are water-blue, as quiet as pearls.
The kid's broken body fell heavily to the ground, unable to move, and a huge gap was cut out of his body.
The scabbard of the Snow-Cleaning Sword slowly slipped out of the gap in its body.
Yun Rong picked up his scabbard.
The scabbard was gently pulled, and the weak and dying kid was forced to turn into a cloud of mist, and was included in the scabbard. The ghost energy of heaven and earth dissipated, and clarity was restored from then on.
"Rustling..."
At this time, there was a slight movement in the weeds.
Yun Rong raised his eyes and saw the child he saw under the jujube tree that day.
He opened his mouth wide and looked at Yun Rong in disbelief. There was no trace of the contempt and disdain on his face, and his eyes were shining with little stars of admiration.
"Sister, are you a fairy?"
Yunrong put away her sword and knelt down, picked up the cat on the ground, put it in her arms, and looked at the excited child with a half-smile: "No, I She’s just a lazy woman.”
The child’s face turned red quickly as he recalled the bastard words he once said.
After subduing the kid and returning to Rongjia Village, the talisman master named Huang had already died in the village.
At midnight, the village entrance was surrounded by people, and almost every villager in every household was alarmed.
Aunt Zeng's face was pale and she looked like she was in shock. Several people around her kept asking her what happened. They couldn't understand how Wong Tai Sin, who was so powerful in magic, could die here so easily.
The flowing clouds and winds are rolling, and the sword is clear.
While everyone was panicking and chattering, a sword light pierced the long night, and the sword air came to the entrance of the village like a flowing firefly arrow.
Standing under the tree, the sweet-scented osmanthus in the garden is blown wildly by the wind, and the fragrance of the flowers is refreshing.
Yunrong descends with the sword, her dress is swirling in the wind, the cold dust is floating, the green silk is dancing, the jade posture is amazing in the weather, the posture of the sword going south is very elegant, it seems like a cold moon night Exiled immortal.
The noisy village entrance suddenly became quiet. Aunt Zeng's eyebrows trembled and she rubbed her eyes fiercely, thinking that she had seen it wrong.
Isn't this the same Miss Yun who does nothing all day long, either squatting on the west wall and watching the old man eat melon seeds and playing chess, or lying on the tree eating dates?
Why do you look more like Wong Tai Sin than Wong Tai Sin?
Yun Rong threw the child he was holding into his mother's arms. As if he didn't notice the shock in everyone's eyes, he stepped into the village and calmly looked at Huang, who died tragically on the ground. monk.
His neck was completely bitten off, the wounds were viciously white, and all the blood and essence in his body was sucked dry. It seemed that it was the hand of that kid.
Yun Rong sighed softly, pulled the canvas floating at the end of the village, covered him, and said quietly: "It's all gone."
(End of this chapter)