Chapter 823: The person who hates it to the bone
Psychic art is the superior Taoist art among hundreds of immortal sects. It comes from Xue Wanchen's self-created spiritual method in the first hall of Cangwu Palace.
Although it is not offensive in any way and is very easy to practice, few people use this technique on Tianyao Continent.
It is not a forbidden technique, but to perform this technique, you need to exchange a spiritual thought to communicate with spirits thousands of miles away.
Spiritualism is certainly convenient, but people's hearts are complex and most unpredictable.
There are still a few people in this world who can be honest, hand over their spiritual thoughts without any defense, and teach others how to handle them.
It is a fantasy that Yin Dufeng and Su Guanhai, the three deities of Tiandao, would become sworn sworn brothers with an unknown junior.
It is even more amazing that he has developed psychic skills with it.
The sea of corpses becomes a tide, and the evil ghosts become a mountain.
Although everyone had all sorts of absurdities in their minds, Sword Master Yu was even more filled with doubts.
But at such a critical moment of life and death, he was not allowed to investigate the cause and effect in detail.
Although he had to admit that the arrival of Yin Dufeng and Su Guanhai solved the Tianxi Sword Sect's urgent need.
But these 300,000 ghouls were like locusts crossing the border. In the blink of an eye, they were scattered outside Tianxi Mountain and above Qin's border area.
Yin Dufeng has one hundred and eighty white chess pieces. The space of one chess piece can extend for ten miles. Although the living beings contained are far above the Chengpan, it can ferry hundreds of people.
No matter how you calculate it, you cannot get rid of the terrifying number of three hundred thousand ghouls in a short period of time.
Sword Master Yu frowned deeply and said: "It is great to eliminate all the ghouls without hurting innocent people, but even if Palace Master Yin uses all his white stones, it will be difficult to bring in all the 300,000 ghouls. In the Valley of Chaos.
As long as one of them is left in the outside world, this army of ghouls cannot be destroyed. "
Yin Dufeng and Sword Master Yu have always been together. It's not right, but I have to admit that he is thoughtful.
He looked at Balian and said solemnly: "Brother, this guy is right. Bai Zi's teleportation power is not infinite. Your idea is certainly good, but after thinking about it, it is indeed a bit unrealistic. It's realistic."
"Yes." Sword Master Yu said: "Compared with this unrealistic idea, I think it is better to use the power of the three of you to annihilate this 300,000-strong army in one fell swoop. .”
Regarding this arrogant and whimsical idea, Balian glanced at him lightly.
“Just now, the sect leader failed to annihilate 30,000 ghouls with his own strength. Now, these 300,000 ghouls are threatening to annihilate, which is quite confident.
If this time If it fails again, three hundred thousand has become three million. I don’t know how the sect master will accept it. "Where is the field?"
Bailian told the facts plainly, but the words sounded a bit harsh in the ears of the arrogant sword master Yu.
Now in the blink of an eye. , an army of 30,000 became an army of 300,000, and it is indeed his contribution that is part of it.
Sword Master Yu was a little embarrassed, frowned in displeasure, and said: "Although I act without consideration, it is better than your junior's whims."
Bailian backhanded the Yuan Sword Inserted into the earth, he turned his eyes and glanced at Sword Master Yu, his eyes calm and radiant.
"Whether I act without consideration or not, I have to try to find out."
"Third brother." He called softly.
Yin Dufeng couldn't help but be startled when he saw him like this, and subconsciously said: "What's wrong?"
Balian turned around, drove him steadily, and said seriously:
"I heard that in the Cangwu Moqi Palace, the black and white whole pieces fall together, which can open the door of the Tibetan Palace and connect it thousands of miles away. ."
"That's right, you want to..."
Bailian's eyes were solemn and he said: "Open the door of the Moqi Tibetan Palace, and Yindu's three hundred thousand ghouls will disappear into the chaos."
Not waiting for everyone to turn pale in shock, he The piccolo rotates flexibly in the palm of your hand several times, drawing several cyan arcs of light and shadow.
With the black feathers reflected in his eyes, his eyes were low: "I'll clear the way."
The heads of the three sects all opened their mouths and were speechless for a long time.
If what he said just now was fanciful, what he said now is simply nonsense.
That was an army of 300,000 ghouls, not those trained ducks and cows in the market.
How can I listen to you obediently and enter the Moqi Palace in an orderly manner?
Yun Rong looked suspicious: "How long are you going to keep fooling around?"
Su Guanhai, a shameless old fox behind the city wall, felt embarrassed for Balian.
He quickly laughed twice, kindly helped him out and said:
"Is it possible that the elder brother also has a lot of research on the way to control ghosts? It's just that the elder brother doesn't know. This ghoul is unusual. Ghosts.
Even the most outstanding heroic spirits in the Zhongyou Dynasty cannot control the spirit. Even if you are sophisticated, you may not be able to achieve your wish.”
When Sword Master Yu heard the word "guilty way", his face fell instantly. He stared at Bailian, his tone was low and stern:
"Since you are the son of Wenjun, you have the blood of the royal family of the Qin Dynasty, and you are talented. You are smart and a natural swordsman. You are the one who can resonate with Tianshan. A great accomplishment.
The journey of swordsmanship is long and long. If you don’t focus on swordsmanship, how can you be distracted and study those evil ways? "
Bailian is still calm! A profound smile suddenly appeared on his face.
He laughed out loud, his expression was particularly bright and carefree, but his eyes seemed to hide a bottomless mystery:
"Today, the sect leader might as well keep his eyes open and see whether this deceitful technique is a killing technique or a saving technique."
After saying that, Balian bit the tip of his tongue to bleed, and splattered scarlet dots on the cold In the jade frost flute, bright blood stains, like burnt cinnabar jade, windingly draw a blood-colored wing pattern.
The melodious sound of the Qingyue flute rises, cutting through the long night.
The body of the ghoul, which was crawling like crazy towards the illuminated human capital, suddenly froze as if frozen, and actually stopped in the vast wilderness.
Their limbs twitched and twisted, as if they were putting up a huge resistance against another force in the body that controlled them.
The crazily twisted smile on Ying Xiu's face, who was sitting on the mountain monument with his legs crossed, suddenly froze.
He stood up suddenly, squatted down, quickly cut his palm open and put it between the ground.
The scarlet blood with purple meaning spreads and penetrates like the veins of the earth.
"Roar!!!!!"
The roars of the ghouls in the world became more and more intense, and the frozen monsters were ready to move again.
On the White Camel Mountain, everyone was stunned when they heard the clear flute sound. They looked at Bai Lian in disbelief, as if they were seeing a miracle.
Sword Master Yu’s expression is extremely exciting and unpredictable.
Six hundred years ago, he relied on the deceitful power of the Zhongyou Dynasty to revitalize the country.
Now, does he still want to continue to use the evil heretic’s methods to help the world?
"This, this, this..." Yin Dufeng was so shocked by the scene before him that he almost jumped up. He slapped his thigh and stared: "Brother is really brave enough to be worthy of all men!"< br>
Su Guanhai was the first to calm down from his dazed and shocked mood.
He stared at Balian quietly as if seeing flowers in a fog, stroking his chin with a thoughtful expression.
The Mountain of Crows and Corpses is ready to move, and like thick black water, it is slowly spreading across the earth.
Junhe analyzed in a deep voice: "I'm afraid someone is controlling these ghouls behind the scenes."
Next, we have to see Balian and these three hundred thousand ghouls. The ghost is behind the wrestling between the people.
Through the sound of the flute, Balian could sense that there was a huge and evil dominating force within the ghoul army.
That power is cold, cruel, bloody, and killing, just like Shura fighting fiercely in hell, dark and cold.
It’s just that the auras of these three hundred thousand ghouls are too mixed.
The source of that power is like water droplets hidden in the sea, and there is no trace at all.
He simply gave up the pursuit, and the melody under his lips turned melodious, becoming faster and sharper. The wind in the surrounding fields suddenly became violent, whistling and lifting the robes of countless people, tightening one after another. There was some extremely cold frost in the wind, blowing through the deep grass and trees.
After a while, the ground was covered with a thick layer of frost.
At the same time, Bai Lian's situation at the moment was not easy. The whites of his eyes slowly turned a bright red color like bloodshot eyes, as if he might cry blood tears in his eyes at any time.
Soon, the endless ghouls in the wilderness and mountain streams solidified their vicious intent. They kept their pace in one direction, stretched out their hands, and stumbled away.
Bailian put away his piccolo, with a trace of blood on his lips. He turned his head to look at Yin Dufeng and said: "Kunyin is three hundred miles away, open the Tibetan Palace!"
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Yin Dufeng admired him deeply in his heart and had no doubt that he was there. Three hundred and sixty-one black and white twins appeared together.
The Moqi Tibetan Hall is wide open and located on the top of Mount Lingxi, three hundred miles away from Kunyin.
Bailian picked up the Yuanli Sword and drove straight in.
Su Guanhai watched Bailian's leaving figure from afar, and then said: "In that case, I will take the first step and step down outside the Chaos Valley to seal the barrier."
He was doing this. About to turn around and leave, at this moment, a silver sword fire flashed across the sky.
He caught the burning breath of red lotus karma fire, his face changed slightly, he turned around instantly, his eyes followed the cold figure, and murmured: "Jing'er?"
Yin Dufeng also had a face full of emotions. Strange: "Your girl with a dead face? Why is she chasing after her elder brother?"
Yin Dufeng's expression was unclear, and his eyes were getting darker. He was stunned for a long time, and he seemed to suddenly understand something.
His brows gradually furrowed into a frown, and the palms in his sleeves slowly clenched into fists.
He wanted to catch up and stop him several times. He struggled for a long time, but only left a helpless smile: "Maybe, this is all fate."
Balian landed on the top of the mountain, overlooking the earthly earth from a distance. His eyes reflected the sticky blood and the endless dark tide of corpses, and he didn't know what to think about.
Facing this distant and unfamiliar mountain and river, Balian's emotions did not sink for too long.
He raised his chin and was about to play the flute when his wrist suddenly tightened!
Bailian lowered his eyes and his eyes fell on the cold, slender hand that was holding his wrist tightly.
Under the fingers, which are clearly articulated but very slender and soft, there is amazing strength and hot body temperature.
On the top of the mountain, the wind was strong.
The headwind blew through the robes of the two of them. Amidst the sound of hunting, cool black hair blew from behind and fell between Balian's cheeks.
Following the jet black hair, Balian turned around and met a pair of jade and deep blue eyes.
The finger pressing the flute stiffened slightly, and Baili was silent for a moment, calmly nodding gently to the woman behind him: "Miss Su Jing."
Under the moonlight, she looked pale A face as fine as porcelain, with slender eyebrows, deep pupils, and a dark and cold color.
She looked extremely calm at the moment, her cold appearance was the same as before, but her brows and eyes were already stained with a thin layer of sweat.
The crystal beads of sweat slid down the lines of the clear eyes, like traces of tears.
She lowered her eyes, and the hidden emotions in her eyes seemed to be full at this moment.
Bailian looked at her and asked softly: "Is something wrong?"
The palm holding his wrist slowly loosened, and at the same time, a more subtle negative emotion enveloped her. fell in her eyes.
Su Jing slowly lowered his head, and the two snow-white rabbit ears hidden in the fluffy and soft hair slid down sadly along his forehead.
This cold temperament adds a touch of pitiful weakness.
"Can you..."
"Don't go."
Bailian's eyes flashed and he said nothing.
At this moment, 300,000 ghost troops are pressing down on the territory. As the young master of Taixuan Sect, the third sect of Heavenly Dao, she should not make such a request even if she has ten thousand reasons.
No, that’s not right.
Rather than a request, her appearance at this moment was closer to begging.
The confusion that has been lingering in Bai Lian's head for a long time seems to have become clearer.
He looked at the woman in front of him and stretched out his hand to move her dangling little ears to the back of her head.
Balian smiled slightly and said: "I'll come back as soon as I go."
"You lied." Su Jing raised her eyes with a faint look: "The look in your eyes just now was very sad."
Like a person who is about to travel far away and never look back.
What he did was clearly not a way back, but a bloody and painful path.
Bai Lijing looked at her quietly, with a pair of dark eyes as quiet as a deep pool. The smile on his lips did not disappear. He retracted his palm and smiled lightly: "Miss Su Jing..."
"Two hundred years ago, was there a marriage contract between you and me?"
What a shocking statement!
Su Jing was shocked all over, the color on her face faded, and her emotions were hard to control for a moment.
There was a trace of confusion mixed with despair, and he looked at Balian in shock.
She didn't say a word, but Balian already got the answer.
But seeing Su Jing's reaction, he didn't know when she recognized him.
"If I'm not wrong, I look very different from what I looked like two hundred years ago. I wonder how Miss Su Jing recognized me?"
Su Jing bit her lip tightly. , the answer was unexpected: "Has your memory... been recovered?"
Bailian shook his head.
Su Jing's body slowly relaxed a little, as if he had escaped.
The cold bones and blood slowly warmed up.
She pointed at Balian's arm, where there were two red dot-like scars.
"In front of Lihe Zongshan Gate, I saw the mark between your arms and concluded that it was you?"
Bailian was surprised: "Only based on those two marks? ”
The cold wind opened Su Jing’s eyebrows, her expression was cold, but her tone was full of persistence and seriousness:
"I know your body clearly, so how can I admit it?"
Bailian's mouth sank. He and Su Jing were engaged. Could it be that before they got married...
Su Jing raised her eyes and glanced at him, giving him no time to think and struggle: "In Nanze Mountain, you sleep with me every day."
Bailian was in extreme confusion. I dare not think too deeply into the details.
He reacted very quickly and thought about it. Su Jing was obviously still a virgin. Even if they ate and slept together, he probably didn't do anything out of the ordinary.
He glanced at her again and said: "It seems that Miss Su Jing hates me to the core. Since she recognized me from the beginning, she was able to throw me into the Chaos Valley without mercy."
< br>Su Jing's eyes darkened, and he took two steps forward, the tip of her nose almost pressing against his lips.
She stood on her tiptoes expressionlessly, and gently rubbed her lips against his.
It breaks at the touch of a finger, not too much.
“Do you think...this is how I hate you so much?”
(End of this chapter)