Chapter 782 The Forgotten Name
The Chi Monster is like a blood pool. Suddenly the whole pool boils and heats up. Violent water bubbles roll and burst. Thick blood mist rises and gathers mistyly on the stone statue. above.
The blood of the chi demon is naturally highly poisonous. After the blood pool evaporates and transitions, the poisonous effect of the blood is greatly reduced. The blood mist is so thick that it condenses into blood dew on the surface of the stone statue.
The man took out a porcelain jade bottle from his sleeve and held the mouth of the bottle facing each other, trying to collect the blood of the chi demon that had condensed on the stone statue.
The space suddenly became cold, and the man suddenly felt that the temperature around him was dropping at a terrifying speed.
The boiling and dispersing blood mist made a slow freezing sound, and the blood of the chi demon on the stone statue was completely transformed into blood-red ice beads.
"Ding Ling..."
In the dark legal realm, the crisp and clear sound of the collision of cold jade echoed, like a clear spring stone flowing upstream, clear and crisp.
Her robe is as bright as a flower, like a fire like a maple, but not strong. It is like a red candle shining coldly, and all thoughts are naturally cold and disgusting.
Seeing the unmistakable brows clearly, the man's pupils shrank violently, his brows darkened unconsciously, and he said gloomily: "Is it you?"
Yin Baishuang loosened her clothes and sleeves, and held the Hanzhi Sword that had been unsheathed in her hand. The blade of the sword reflected the cold light and was stained with bright red blood drops.
She dragged an unconscious person with her left hand, swung her slender arm forward, and threw the unconscious person to the man's feet.
The pair of apricot eyes that were born to be extremely cold glanced at the man's face, and his tone was flat: "It's you."
Those two words made the man's face stiffen completely. Dispel any sense of luck in my heart.
He never thought that this arrogant and crazy Young Palace Master of Cangwu Palace would still remember him despite his low profile in the Tianxi Sword Sect.
The man raised his dark eyes and unconsciously rubbed the golden thread pattern between his sleeves with his fingers, looking at the woman in front of him with cold eyes like a snake.
But seeing her holding a sword in one hand, the cold ice edges around her body were circling and floating, and her whole body exuded a thrilling and cold beauty that was beyond description.
The red dress was spotless, with only a few drops of blood splashing between her fair cheeks, which made her cold and desolate look look a little bloody and strange.
He knew that since this woman had the ability to come here, it meant that none of his men on the periphery would be spared.
The man opened his palm and held out a cold sword. With a wave of his arm, he killed the subordinate at his feet who was guiding her.
Blood splattered in three steps, but he didn't show any murderous intention, and his movements were as easy as killing a chicken.
The man sheathed his sword and saluted politely towards Yin Baishuang, and said in a low voice: "I have met Palace Master Yin Shao."
Yin Baishuang glanced down and covered his neck. The subordinate who twitched and finally lost his life showed no sympathy in his cold almond eyes: "You are just playing Which one?"
The man's expression was meticulous: "I heard that Master Yin has a blood feud with the Tianxi Sword Sect. It's a coincidence that I am the same."
Yin Baishuang said with a smile. What? Are you still trying to trick me into plotting against the Tianxi Sword Sect?”
The man said: "I don't dare to have such greedy thoughts. The relationship between Palace Master Yin and the Tianxi Sword Sect is just a personal grudge. Palace Master Yin is of noble birth and symbolizes the entire Cangwu Palace. It seems that he cannot be provoked by his own selfish desires." The quarrel between the two sects.
It’s just that I’m different from Palace Master Yin Shao. I come from a poor family and have nothing to offer. I have a grudge against the Tianxi Sword Sect for killing my mother, but I have to avenge it.”
"Revenge for killing your mother?" Yin Bai Shuang stared at the man carefully, and the sneer on his face deepened: "It's ridiculous, don't you want to say that your mother died because of Ye Qingzhou?"
The man's expression was rigid: "Even if it is Close relatives , a husband kills his wife, and a father kills his son, it is normal in this world."
Hearing the words 'father kills his son', the sarcasm on Yin Baishuang's face completely disappeared: "You want to die. ”
The man's face was indifferent, but the whites of his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes: "Master Yin, I deeply sympathize with you for your encounter with the young master, so from the beginning, you are not on my killing list.
I have no intention of being your enemy, and I have never expected you to help me. Overthrowing the thousand-year foundation of the Tianxi Sword Sect.
I just hope that you will never see anything that happened today. I will remember this kindness in my heart for the rest of my life. "
" Okay." Yin Baishuang raised her eyebrows and agreed very readily.
The expression on the man's face finally changed, and a helpless and bitter smile slowly appeared on the corner of his lips.
He raised his palms, held his cheeks, and laughed softly: "Since Palace Master Yin agreed so readily, it seems that there is really no room for change in this matter. If possible, I really don't want to touch you. Life."
Yin Baishuang raised her eyes coldly and said in a disdainful tone: "You have this ability?"
The man didn't take her contempt and ridicule seriously. He shook his head and said, "Is it because he is the young master's father?"
Yin Baishuang's tone became even colder and disdainful: " He is also worthy of being a father."
"I can't understand." The man looked at the sword in his hand and shook his head.
Yin Baishuang's plain side face was shrouded in the cold mist, her eyelashes drooped naturally, a few strands of thin forehead hair hung lonely between her pale cheeks, but her eyes were cold and empty.
"In this Tianxi Sword Sect, whether you deceive the master and destroy the ancestors, or kill the father and kill the father, I have no control and I have no time to control it, but what you are fighting is the thirteen star ropes on Tianshan Mountain. Idea, you want the sword mountain to collapse, White Camel The mountain no longer exists, so I won’t agree to it!”
The man looked at her dark eyes and let out a long sigh, seeming to understand something: “That’s it, on the White Camel Mountain! The small building in Dongli, Although no one has lived there for a long time, it is still the place where the young master grew up."
He looked confused: "But if those thirteen star strings continue, the inheritance of the Tianxi Sword Sect will continue, and I will. I must carry out my mission of revenge."
A wild wind and snow suddenly floated around Yin Baishuang, her strong energy surged, and a sharp ice edge on her side became as long and thin as a sword, extremely light. Xuanhan's breath seemed to spurt out slowly.
But the next moment, the ice edge disappeared.
A silvery white light pierced through the man's shoulder, and the blood splashed onto the ground and quickly condensed into ice.
The speed is so fast that people don’t even have time to react.
Yin Baishuang's pretty face was cold: "You can try."
The man was covering his injured shoulder, blood constantly overflowing from his fingers, and his face was pale.
He chuckled and said: "Palace Master Yin Shao just broke through the tribulation not long ago. Naturally, I am not your opponent. However, I have made a blood contract with the Chi Demon and we are symbiotic. Palace Master Yin Shao Guang relied on a Hanzhi I'm afraid the sword won't be able to kill me."
Soon, the blood between his fingers stopped flowing. He put down his palm, and the wound on his shoulder had healed.
Such a powerful healing ability, comparable to that of the zombie demon.
Yin Baishuang narrowed her eyes, feeling sad and ridiculous at the man's crazy behavior.
“You actually made a blood contract with a monster and transformed yourself into this inhuman and monster-like appearance, just for your ridiculous road of revenge.”
The man couldn't deny it and retorted: "For a deceased person, he lives and dreams every day, obsessed with the past and not thinking about the rest of his life. How can Master Yin Shao be a pitiful person."
This time, Yin Baishuang was unexpected. Surprisingly, he didn't get angry.
She gently stroked the sword in her hand and said calmly: "It is better to dwell on the past than to be careless. Even if no one in the world remembers his existence and forgets him, as long as I remember him, He has always been there.
Hehe, what’s wrong with that? At least, in my dream, I can. It's enough to see him often." The man's fingers touched the golden chrysanthemum on his sleeve again, with a hint of compassion in his dull eyes: "It is said that Han Zhi and Mo Yang are always dependent on each other, and both of these swords are the same. Palace Master Yin Shao personally brought it out from the Divine Weapon Palace, why can’t you see Han Zhi but not Mo Yang today?”
Yin Baishuang's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, but there was no expression on her face.
The man continued: "Han Zhi's attribute is ice, and Mo Yang's attribute is fire. With the two swords coming out, I will be able to slay the chi demon with overwhelming force.
Ah...I I forgot that since the birth of Mo Yangjian, it has never revealed half of it. Even if the Mo Yang Sword is here, it is absolutely impossible for Palace Master Yin to draw the sword to kill the demon."
The Chi demon is surging uneasily in the blood pool, and the burning demon blood is in it. The body was boiling and surging violently, as if burning, emitting a red-orange light.
The burning demon blood is like flowing magma, covering the giant body of the chi demon, forming patches of bloody scales.
And Yin Baishuang seemed to sense something. She stepped on the chess steps, the black and white lines were like the sharp boundaries cutting the world, the Hanzhi Sword was low and low,
The cold air was like a tide, and the invisible white mist seemed to be hiding. With countless sharp blades and the surge of air, the man's cheek was cut open with several slender bloody openings.
He did not move a step, and continued to whisper: "Palace Master Yin, today you are defeated. Although I don't want to take your life, the Tianxi Sword Sect must be destroyed, so I am sorry. "
Yin Baishuang sneered and took a step forward. The space was filled with coldness. An invisible and huge cold sword seemed to appear above the blood pool, and it slashed down towards the blood pool.
The stone statue of the Kunlun God hanging upside down was cut in half by her in a rebellious manner. The water in the blood pool froze into ice, and the demon blood turned into scales also withered and fell from the Chi Demon's body.
Her brows were filled with purple, and as her black hair danced wildly, all the formless space miasma around her body was torn apart.
The man who was absolutely at a disadvantage showed no fear of the impending death on his face. He spoke out a name unhurriedly: "Bailian."
He pointed his head at him The huge cold sword that was chopped off disintegrated and scattered due to the sudden chaos of its master's energy.
It turned into endless flying frost and snow, and the snowflakes danced wildly. Looking out from the crazy snow flakes, in the deep cold and broken sword light, there was a pair of apricot eyes hiding the ruthless aura of the blade. .
The man sighed and said, "Master Yin, you might as well guess why I still remember this name?"
Before Yin Baishuang could speak, he started talking to himself again: "Forget it, let me first guess why Palace Master Yin suddenly abandoned the Mo Yang Sword that had never left her for many years, right?"
“I heard that when Xianling City selected the city lord, Palace Master Yin Shao was also in Xianling City. What a coincidence. A few days ago, when the disciples of Tianxi Sword Sect were selected, we in Baituo Mountain also welcomed this person. bit new The participation of the Lord of the City. "
"Palace Master Yin forcibly broke through the tribulation in the demon world, causing the inner demon's oath to backfire. This is the most critical period.
You are not in Cangwu Palace. I tried my best to suppress my inner demons, but I accepted the invitation from Tianxi Sword Sect and came to Baituo Mountain.”
The man’s voice was very soft, but every word hit the mark:
"Palace Master Yin, did you notice something, but you didn't dare to believe it? You didn't dare to have expectations, you were afraid of mustering up the courage to wait for a tree to bloom but no leaves fell, so you simply closed your eyes and would rather follow the old path , continue to be confused and unwilling to seek the truth soberly, are you afraid of going from disappointment to despair again? "
"Shut up!" Yin Baishuang raised his dark eyes, but his body retreated unconsciously.
The man's fingers continued to rub the golden chrysanthemum embroidery on his sleeves, and he said in shock: "What if I said... I won't be disappointed?"
Yin Baishuang strangely did not continue to answer the question. , the fingers hidden in her sleeves were spasming, as if she was trying her best to suppress something.
After a long while, the pain and loneliness that had been deeply pierced in her heart finally emerged little by little into those almond-shaped eyes.
The knuckles holding the sword were pale and blue, and his voice was so raw that it was almost difficult to hear clearly: "You...what did you say?"
The man raised his finger and pointed at the chi demon in the blood pool beside him, smiling suddenly. Get weird.
“Master Yin Shaogong came here to find out the whereabouts of the Burial Heart, and went to the Abyss. But what you are looking for...is it really the Demonic River Burial Heart?”
Yin Baishuang’s eyes filled up little by little. With scarlet blood, he looked at the chi demon and said in a cold voice: "Did you control the demon to eat that kid?!"
The smile on the man's face deepened: "Look, I haven't said anything yet. Who is it?”
Yin Baishuang tightened the sword in her hand and pursed her lips pale: "This is impossible... you are lying!"
"Am I lying, or are you, Master Yin, deceiving yourself?"< br>
The man shook his head and said: "Unfortunately, not long ago, like everyone else in the mountain, I thought It was just a farce two hundred years ago, until the night before, in the cold forest, Qi Liancheng read out a name to the young man named Si Chen. "
He vomited softly. Tone: "Bailian."
Three simple words, hitting Yin Baishuang's vital point accurately and ruthlessly.
The man laughed and tapped his temple with his finger.
He looked at the woman whose expression began to show shock, confusion, confusion, ecstasy, panic, confusion, and finally collapse, and continued:
"This is really a distant place. For two hundred years, this name has been covered by the name Yingxiu like the sand in the snowy land. It is buried and forgotten.
If I hadn’t received a favor from the young master, maybe even I would have forgotten this name.”
“Speaking of it, he is now. Fan was tricked by Zang Xin and fell into this place. He was lured here by a little ghost raised by Zang Xin.
Palace Master Yin Shao, tell me, why is this? Why does he care so much about a little devil? ”
Yin Baishuang’s body began to tremble slightly, and all the scenes in front of her seemed to be distorted by the chaotic emotions.
I have never understood why Shou would be interested in a strange corpse demon. Inexplicably close, at this moment it seems Suddenly she became clear.
She still couldn't believe it, she refused to believe it!
But when she first met the corpse demon in Kongcang Mountain, Shou bit off a piece of the boy's flesh and ate it. , the scene of crying loudly is vivid in my mind.
It's not that the corpse demon's flesh and blood is poisonous, but... it's the little ghost eating the master, feeling something?
The boy who was afraid of the sun had a fatal wound in his heart.
A zombie demon who has a very light drinking capacity.
He pulled out the Mo Yang Sword.
Su Jing’s inexplicable closeness.
And when he smiled, there was that familiar feeling of déjà vu.
The truths that came to her mind one by one were almost crushing her bones, her consciousness was shattered, and her blood seemed to be hard to supply.
The final scene was fixed on her 'first encounter' with him in the forest. Han Zhijian flew away the glass umbrella with one strike of his sword. He was exposed to the sun, and his skin was festering, suffocating and painful.
Bang! ! !
The Hanzhi Sword in his hand seemed to have become something poisonous and hot, and fell to the ground.
Yin Baishuang's lips felt cold, her teeth felt cold, and her cold and desperate emotions were like a tide, overwhelming her.
Xiaohong is chasing her husband at the crematorium!
(End of this chapter)