Chapter 735 Purple Blood
The auctioneer’s maid raised her lips.
Very good, I took the bait.
Amidst the uproar in the whole hall, her clear voice continued: "Three square spiritual roots are worth three immortality orders. Is there anyone who continues to increase the price?"
Ying Xiu's face was ashen. , a black evil spirit surged up between his eyebrows, making his handsome face look a little cold and terrifying.
He slammed his fist on the table, teacups flew everywhere, and his chest heaved heavily. His eyes were red with anger, and he lost his usual gentlemanly demeanor. He suddenly stood up and pushed out the door.
"Bang!!!" With a loud sound, the two wooden doors of the wing were pushed to pieces.
Yingxiu looked at the white-clothed young man sitting in the room with a gloomy face, and said angrily: "Shen Zhiyu, if you don't want to be your prince of the Guyin Kingdom, you come here specifically to harm me. You are so shameless!”
The two personal maids beside the young man in white are not nearby. He is sitting here alone, slowly sipping cold tea.
Hearing the furious questioning voice, he slowly raised his pale gray eyes and glanced at Ying Xiu. His eyes were slightly longer, his facial features were cold, and his eyes were A cold winter night.
"Who are you?" His voice was just like his person, cold and inhumane.
Ying Xiu sneered: "Prince Zhongyou, Ying Xiu, what's wrong? You have forgotten this old friend of mine so quickly."
"Prince Zhongyou?" Shen Jibai looked distant and dull. Yes, the tone couldn't be called sarcastic, but it was extremely harsh in Ying Xiu's ears.
"What kind of prince are you?"
Ying Xiu was furious and laughed angrily: "Shen Zhiyu, do you really think that this prince's temperament is made of clay? Don't think that you Once you achieve enlightenment and become the crown prince of Guyin Kingdom, I should respect you
It was you who repaid kindness with hatred and almost killed me. Why do you still have the nerve to say such things now? "
Shen Jibai was sipping tea, exuding a repulsive attitude: "You are not made of clay, but made of paper. ”
Yingxiu didn’t understand what he meant. He just thought he was trying to ridicule himself, and felt slightly confused.
Did he know what he and Du Yicui had planned? Is it embarrassing? You know that he has a problem with his body getting soft when he touches water?
Why else would he be called a piece of paper?
"Shen Zhiyu!" Ying Xiu became angry with embarrassment.
No matter how patient Shen Jibai was, he was exhausted. He put down the cup, dropped his arm to the side of the seat, turned the wheel under the seat, and then changed his body direction, facing the window, with his back Toward the winning sleeve.
A few strands of fine forehead hair hung lonely between his dark and cold brows. He covered his lips and coughed twice. A sickly temperament came out, and he seemed a little unable to speak:< br>
“Your voice sounds really irritating, that man, never You will not call yourself Prince in front of me, and the name Zhiyu is not what you should call me. If you are rude again, I will find a way to shut you up."
Ying Xiu originally planned to read it. The friendship at that time gave him some face, but his appearance of being indifferent was really infuriating.
He looked sideways at the evil ghost old slave and ordered: "Show him his color, and remember to be cautious in your actions. After all, he is blind and lame now, so he cannot withstand your heavy hand."
Old man. The slave doesn't care whether he is a prince or not. Since he is a murderer, his cruelty has been engraved in his bones. Since the master has given the order, he just has to enjoy it.
A hand as pale as a chicken's claw slowly poked out from his sleeve. The speed seemed slow, but it reached the back of Shen Jibai's neck in an instant.
A few pale corpse worms protruded from the black nails. The corpse worms were like threads. The head split into a mouth and made a hissing sound. They were about to break through and get a taste of the blood of the immortal heir!
Shen Ji turned his head and didn't look back. A hint of impatient coldness finally flashed in his eyes. He raised his fingers like a puppeteer, and as his fingers moved dexterously, the air in the room suddenly sank.
A figure flashed out from his left sleeve as fast as lightning. The shadow was hard to catch, and the air was filled with the cold light of autumn water.
The thin, scholar-like wrist flicked and moved, and the murderous ghost's probing movements were suddenly forced to a halt. In an instant, blood marks appeared on the old ghost's throat, wrists, and eyebrows, as if he had been struck by three small sharp objects. Cut open.
The blood that burst out quickly burned into little bits of ice flames.
The burning blood beads flowed back towards the old ghost. In an instant, before he even had time to feel fear, a thick layer of frost formed all over his body.
In the frost, there was an extremely terrifying blue sword fire burning. The most powerful murderer in Jidao Pavilion was wiped out in the blink of an eye by Ying Xiu.
"Creak... creak..."
The sound of the puppet's limbs twisting.
Looking behind Shen Jihan's jade-like figure, there was a small puppet hanging in the air. The puppet was carved vividly, and his features and eyes actually looked a bit like his Yingxiu?
The puppet is a dead thing, but it has to be controlled by Shen Jihan. The faint light of the spiritual roots on the chest is faintly visible, and the joints of the limbs can even clearly see the trajectory of the flickering operation of the spiritual power nodes.
The little man is holding a toothpick-sized sword in his hand, which looks a little cute.
But the blue and cold sword fire lingering between the blades is not cute at all.
Yingxiu's eyes widened, his scalp was numb, and a bone-deep chill surged up his back: "This...what is this?"
The evil ghosts from Jidao Pavilion have the ability to overcome tribulations. The terrifying strength of the environment.
But in the blink of an eye, it was wiped away like dust by the wind.
As Shen Jibai's fingertips moved lightly, ten luminous and invisible threads intertwined with each other. The small puppet's arms hung down as if the strength of the joints had been removed, and the head was tilted and retracted. Into the arms.
Shen Jibai arched his back slightly and suppressed two low coughs. His eyebrows slightly furrowed as if in pain. His long black hair hung down on his thin cheeks, giving him a pale and sharp edge.
He held the small doll in his arms, his light gray eyes full of indifference: "I'm really sorry, I'm a blind and lame guy, it's easy to kill you."
< br>Ying Xiu’s fingers were stiff and cold, and his body was trembling slightly: "You...you dare-"
咻——
A sharp whistle cut through the light and shadow. As soon as Ying Xiu finished speaking, his left arm was struck by a thin line as thin as a hair. Penetrating through, a spiritual node between the arms was crushed to pieces by the silver wire.
Ying Xiu felt pain in her heart, covering her arms and looking at him in horror.
Shen Jibai said lightly: "Don't dare? What do you think I don't dare to do?"
Ying Xiu was breathing heavily, and his eyes were like fire.
Shen Jibai said softly: "The merits Queen Houtu has obtained for you are hard-earned. It's fine if you don't cherish them. You also made a private spiritual contract with the evil ghosts in the Jidao Pavilion to let go. He is free, and if his wife knows about this, she will definitely regret creating you.”
Creation?
Hearing this word, Ying Xiu frowned and snorted coldly: "I am the prince of Zhongyou, in charge of one hundred thousand ghost soldiers in Zhongyou. I have formed a spiritual contract with Belido, and he has been used by me, with the power of my blood. How can he be considered free if he is suppressed and disciplined?"
"Heh." Shen Jibai's smile was a little contemptuous, but also a little bit subtle.
He flicked the small sword in the hand of the puppet with his fingertips, and said: "This sword is called Chaotic God, and it is specially designed to kill demons and ghosts stained with blood and cause and effect. If he hadn't found it along the way, he would have eaten enough of the evil cause of human blood. , the sword fire produced by this sword will not be so powerful."
"This is impossible with me! The prince's spiritual contract is with him, he can't possibly..." Shen Jibai's eyes narrowed, and he was as sharp as a knife: "With your thin Zhongyou bloodline, the spiritual contract formed is as fragile as paper, and you can't even keep your Xu Seal. Do you want to suppress the hungry ghost Pelido? ”
"Yingxiu?" He smiled coldly: "Empress Houtu gave you the surname Ying, and Yingzi is hidden in her sleeves. She respects nature and protects life, but you act without any scruples! Disrespect life! You are self-willed! Release hungry ghosts privately, causing harm to the world. Innocent people were eaten, Ying Xiu , I see that you, the Prince of Zhongyou, are about to reach your end.”
Ying Xiu said angrily: “It’s not your turn to question whether I can become the Prince of Zhongyou!”
“I really don’t know how to repent.” Shen Jibai looked white. Feeling a little tired, he said something surprising: "The real prince of Zhongyou, the sword hidden in a hundred miles! Just lie down below, you are just a clown."
Ying Xiu smiled angrily, really feeling that he Ridiculous in the extreme: "Do you think I can understand you?" Do you believe your nonsense?"
Shen Jibai said: "Everyone with the blood of Emperor You in the royal family possesses the blood of Purple You, which can make all ghosts come to court and be respected by all heroes! Yingxiu, what do you think? Is there such a thing?”
Ying Xiu's face was suffocated, and his heart seemed to be penetrated by something cold for a moment, and there was a faint chill down his spine.
He is right. He has practiced the art of the secret sword for two hundred years and has been trying to awaken the purple blood, but the bloodline that symbolizes the Zhongyou Emperor's family has never been found.
Is it possible that he really has a brother who inherited the power of purple blood?
Purple blood symbolizes the noble bloodline of Emperor You, and only one person in the Emperor's royal family will inherit it in a generation.
Ying Xiu was in a state of confusion and managed to calm down: "What's so strange about this? Although I am my mother's son, I am not a pure-blooded Zhongyou. Half of them are flowing with the blood of Tianxi Sword Sect, and the purple blood is thinner and has not yet awakened, so there is nothing strange about it.”
He calmed down and clenched his fists: "You said that the corpse is that of Prince Zhongyou. Who in the world would believe it? Who among the people in Zhongyou would recognize him?! If he was really my brother, how could he die in such an unknown way? Not in vain.”
“What a lot of nonsense. "Shen Jibai said indifferently: "When I open the coffin and conduct an autopsy, everything will become clear." The blind boxes were arranged neatly in front of Balian's eyes.
"Are all the monsters that Yulou is going to auction tonight here?"
"Yes, the guest."
"Open the box."
Lead the way for Balian Seeing how eager he was, the maid couldn't help but pursed her lips and smiled. Without showing off, she handed a thick spiritual deed directly to Bai Lian, then raised her hand to untie the talisman and open the box.
With the spiritual contract in hand, I am not afraid of the riots of these terrible monsters.
The talismans on the blind boxes fell off one after another, and the four boxes spread out, revealing all kinds of monsters.
The monsters that can enter the Yulou auction are basically great monsters that have lived for thousands of years. They are all Celestial Master-level monster catchers who risk their lives and go deep into the land of death, sacrificing countless companions. Hunted with blood.
These 1,500 demons are all very powerful. The lowest demon has at least the cultivation level of Takumi realm, and the strongest one has even reached the spirit bearing realm.
If you can tame them all, these 10,000 top-quality spiritual stones are not a waste of money.
But the demon tribe has always been unruly and disobedient to discipline. It is not difficult to kill one or two by force and inscribe them with force. With more than a thousand demons in hand, it is really a hot potato.
Thinking of this, the maid couldn't help but shake her head, feeling that this guest was really a bit stupid.
Bailian ignored the maid's regretful gaze. He took two steps forward with a slightly cold expression: "Didn't I hear that a snow-white spirit deer will be auctioned tonight? Why don't you see it here?"< br>
The maid was startled and secretly thought that this person’s target tonight is the same weird deer as Han Wangsun?
Seeing that she suddenly lost her words, Balian walked forward expressionlessly and came to a wolf demon with eyes filled with coldness. The wolf demon had a good cultivation level and had already When transformed into a human, only the animal ears and wolf tail were retained.
His lips and teeth were scarlet, and he looked like a ferocious man who drank blood from his hair. The most eye-catching thing was that he was holding a pair of azure antlers tightly in his hands.
"This guest, this matter is indeed caused by my Yulou doing things improperly. I will report it to the master of Mingfang later and he will make up for it.
That deer is not blessed in life and has no chance to meet the guest. If If the guest is in need, I, Yulou, will spend a lot of money to hire a demon hunter of the Celestial Master level to find another spiritual deer for the guest."
The maid saw that Bai Lian had a strange expression and hurriedly came forward. He said with a smile.
But before she could get close, a cold hand came out like electricity and strangled her neck fiercely.
The suffocating feeling of death suddenly surged to the top of my head, and the vision in front of me suddenly became distorted and dim.
The maid's feet struggled off the ground, the air was taken away instantly, and her neck bones seemed to be broken in his hands the next moment.
Since she can become Yu Lou's maid, her cultivation level will naturally not be too low, but she still can't get rid of the control of this cold hand.
"I ask you again, where is that deer?" Her vision was unclear, and she could only hear Balian's calm voice.
The maid's body convulsed and trembled due to the tremendous pain, the veins in her neck protruded, and she huffed twice with difficulty.
The strength of the fingers on her neck seemed to be slightly loosened, and a mouthful of cold air poured into her mouth. She burst into tears and hurriedly said: "That spiritual deer... was eaten... it was eaten! ”
Balian's palms suddenly relaxed, and under the mask, his clear black pupils were filled with a layer of strange blood. He turned to look at the wolf demon, his eyes like a ghost seeking its soul at night.
Under such direct gaze, the wolf demon was horrified. The antlers in his hand fell to the ground with a bang, and he said horrifiedly: "I don't have any! It's not for me to eat!"
The maid caressed He scratched his neck, coughed violently, and said: "It's the owner of the workshop. The ancient corpse in the purple gold coffin showed signs of corpse transformation. In order to suppress the corpse energy, the owner of the workshop removed the spiritual deer. Feed it to the ancient corpse."
After a while, Bailian slowly turned his face half way, his eyes full of darkness and coldness: "What a dark city, what a Yulou."< br>
The thick book of spiritual deeds in his hand was suddenly thrown up by Bai Lian, and the scattered pages spread out like falling snow. Amidst the clatter, each spiritual deed burned to the ground without fire.
The contract that bound these monsters was invisibly broken.
The maid's face was distorted and frightened: "You are crazy!"
The two guards outside the darkroom door heard the noise and rushed in immediately. Before they could draw their swords, the two guards who lost the bondage of the spiritual contract The monsters were like wild beasts breaking free from their cages, roaring and roaring as they pounced on them.
The guards never thought that the guest who spent 10,000 top-quality spiritual stones would take the initiative to release these vicious monsters the moment he obtained the spiritual contract. In an instant, he was eaten to the bone by the angry monsters. Bite it clean.
The monsters, who had been hungry for many days, ate the two of them and then pounced on the maid.
The maid screamed in fear, but Balian ignored it and stepped forward.
The ferocious monsters were so hungry that their eyes were red, and they wished they could kill each other. But when Bai Lian walked slowly towards them, they seemed to have seen a dangerous lion, and they accepted them in a tacit understanding. Raise your claws and move away obediently to make way.
Bailian casually pulled out a sword from the two corpses on the ground, and slowly disappeared into the corridor with his back against the light.
(End of this chapter)