Chapter 825 Reality and Illusion
Jianzhu Yu’s brain was so dizzy that he could not understand it. Balian's words.
"What does it mean that there is a traitor hidden in the Thirteen Swords... What does it mean that the Spirit-Rejuvenating Pill I took was a Spirit Transformation Powder? This is impossible... How could such a ridiculous thing happen to the Huanghuang Tianxi Sword Sect! "
He struggled and seemed to be trying to get up, but his body, which had lost his spiritual power, became weak and he fell down again.
Burning Heart stood in the sky, bursts of laughter burst out from under the mask: "In this world, as long as you have a heart, nothing is impossible.
Bailiyu, it is precisely because you are as naive and headstrong as you are that the Tianxi Sword Sect has an opportunity to take advantage of you. "
"A plan to alienate. "Sword Master Yu's thick eyebrows tightened and he narrowed his eyes, making his already sharp gaze look more like a sharp blade at the moment.
Zang Xin laughed loudly, and the eyes under the mask were transparent With a touch of sarcasm :
“What a conceited sword master! Even after eating the Hualing Powder, he still refuses to accept the reality. He stubbornly continues to believe in the glory of the world under your single-handed support and cultivation. Thirteen Swords.
There are so many dark ravines hidden in this world. In this world, close relatives and married couples who are connected by blood may not be of the same mind.
The sword master's confident speech really sounded like the laughter of a child who didn't know the sufferings of the world. "
He chuckled, his eyes looking down and incomprehensible, not trying to hide the despicable meaning in his words:
"If the sword master's trust can be Give a little to your son, and the tragedy two hundred years ago will not happen. ”
Sword Master Yu’s eyelids twitched fiercely, and his straight and stiff spine seemed to have been loosened by the heart-wrenching words.
Suddenly touched the memory. The deepest and most painful point, the old wound that had not healed for two hundred years was torn open without mercy, which made his eyes turn red.
Zhan Xin's eyes flickered, as if he was admiring the change in Sword Master Yu's expression at this moment.
The strange and changeable eyes under the mask reveal cruel and merciless animality, and their eyes flickered across the Yin Flute.
He blinked and sighed: "I should have noticed the Yinyu Transformation Flute of the Nether Palace Division long ago..."
Bailian looked uncomfortable with the emotion of Burial of Heart , the sleeve robe hanging down between one arm rose up in the wind, and a black beast shadow swept out from behind him like lightning.
A hoarse beast roar was heard. The dark wolf's hair was as black as night. When the huge wolf opened its mouth wide, the breath it exhaled came towards the face, and the body and the mask on the face quickly condensed into thick layers. of frost beads.
Regarding the underworld wolf Wangyue biting at the shoulder, Zan Xin didn't even raise his head and smacked it with his palm, causing a heavy wave of terrifying sounds.
The dark wolf, which suddenly appeared as huge as a mountain in the darkness, was hit by a palm, and its body slowly tilted. A cloud of blood mist exploded from half of the huge wolf head, turned into a shadow again, and disappeared.
Zang Xin lowered his eyes and gently touched the scratches left by the underworld wolf on his wrist. He chuckled and said: "The world-devouring underworld wolf is indeed a terrifying existence at the level of dominance within the bronze door, but the Nine Heavens and Earth Nine The power of the sect is sealed in the hands of Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan. When this underworld wolf enters the human world, its power is limited by the laws of heaven and earth, but it cannot constitute much. "
He slowly raised his eyes, glanced at Balian with a half-smile, and said: "If this is what you rely on, it would be a bit disappointing. "
Bailian shook his sleeves lightly. The wind from high places was extremely cold, which made his eyesight tremble, but his tone was still calm.
"Lord Erhe is so capable. I didn't expect you to have such a back-up plan after being banished by the Demon Lord.
With such terrifying methods of the ghoul, Erhe doesn't need to be on the territory of the Demon Realm. Dominate the demonic path and oppose But to use it in this small Tianxi Sword Sect, it would be overkill and overkill."
Zang Xin crossed his arms and said, "Why bother trying to use clichés, Lord Si Chen? I might as well speak frankly with you, this zombie. The ghost army can It’s not my masterpiece. If you plant flowers with intention, they won’t bloom, but if you plant willows with intention, they will create shade.” no Me."
After the words were finished, the earth's veins trembled majestically. Under the feet of thousands of ghoul legions, the red earth veins burned and spread, weaving into a terrifying scene of hellish magma. .
A burning volcano rose from the tide of corpses, and a figure stood on the top of the volcano.
That man's hair was disheveled, and his whole body was exuding a corpse gas visible to the naked eye. His whole body seemed to be about to merge into the fire and darkness?
It is vaguely visible that the originally handsome face has pale skin and is covered with green veins and lines, like an evil ghost wandering into the world.
Seeing the man's appearance clearly, even Bailian couldn't help but become surprised, and murmured: "Ying Xiu..."
Seeing this scene, Sword Master Yu frowned deeply , looking at the festering skin between Ying Xiu's chest and heart, the strange green heart beating vigorously as if parasitized in his body, his face suddenly turned cold, and his eyes could not stop feeling cold and disgusted.
Ying Xiu's clothes could no longer withstand the erosion of this evil spirit and became tattered, revealing the mottled and yellowed talisman paper on his exposed body.
The talisman paper is not stuck between the skin, but is an inseparable part of his body.
Seeing this, Bai Lian frowned and was puzzled, why is this?
Ying Xiu... is not a living person, but a person transformed from a talisman.
Ying Xiu often thinks of himself as the prince, and his pride cannot be faked.
This means that from the beginning to the end, he did not know that he was not a living person, and he himself was kept in the dark about his life experience and origin...
On the top of the mountain, Ying Xiu raised the ferocious face. The terrifying face, full of hatred, stared at Balian.
Without any attempt to conceal the burning murderous intent in his eyes, it seemed as if he wanted to tear apart his bones and drink his blood.
He smiled sinisterly: "It turns out that when I first met you in the human world, we were destined to be natural enemies. I lived because of your death, and you lived. This There is no place for me in the world.”
“So, I’d better ask you to die.”
"Only if you die, I will still be Ying Xiu, one of the three sons of Heaven, and no one can replace the Prince of Zhongyou!"
A sentence without beginning or end is very confusing, but Bailian listened to it. Understood, there was a hint of pity in his eyes.
There are two kinds of people in the world. When faced with the cruel truth, one kind will choose to face the facts with blood and sobriety and accept the truth.
There is also a kind of person who, when the truth exceeds his tolerance and is difficult to accept or even collapses, he will turn his back on himself and weave a lie for himself that is easier and easier to convince himself to accept.
The price of maintaining this lie is that you need to go to madness and killing to implement the lie, turn the lie into the truth, and continue to return to the right track as if nothing had happened.
Although Ying Xiu looked crazy at this moment, the replacement purpose revealed in his eyes was too hot and obvious.
Looking at Ying Xiu like this, Balian suddenly felt that human nature is really a strange thing.
Everything is strange and unpredictable. Ying Xiu's birth, fate, and lies are undoubtedly tragic and worthy of sympathy.
Everything in life is an illusion, a fabrication, a mirage. He collapsed because of such a false fate.
In the midst of a huge collapse, he was able to pick up the courage to abandon his true nature and turn to the evil path, become paranoid and crazy, and become a monster that is neither human nor ghost. He worked hard at all costs... but he continued to maintain the falsehood that made him collapse.
It’s really puzzling.
For a moment, Bailian couldn't understand whether what Yingxiu wanted was true or false.
I don’t know whether it was because Ying Xiu was gradually losing his patience or because Bai Lian’s eyes at this moment angered him again, Ying Xiu had completely lost the desire to continue talking.
His eyes returned to the indifference of death, and the whites of his pupils were swallowed up into an evil gray color.
"You, you are standing too high, you should come down." Ying Xiu said lightly, slowly raised an arm, and a mirror of sea of fire suddenly appeared in the vast earth.
At the same time, the sky was burning and the fire of hell hung upside down in the sky.
Because the Yin Flute is no longer in Balian's hands at this moment, the ghoul wandering crazily across the earth has completely lost control and has been regained by Ying Xiu.
The group of ghouls jumped madly into the abyss of the sea of fire. The next moment, as if the space was transposed, a tide of corpses fell from the sky like rain, one after another.
Bailian's eyelids twitched heavily, and he turned around and slashed back with his sword without hesitation. A ghoul spit out yin inflammation and bit hard on the edge of the sword, with ten sharp claws pointing towards Bailian came hard from both sides.
The flaming fire at the fingertips of the ghoul contains the poison of rotten bones, which will kill you if you touch it. Even a peak powerhouse in the Fusion Stage like Sword Master Yu would not dare to touch it at will.
Bailian didn't know that his corpse demon body could withstand the erosion of such poisonous fire, so he didn't dare to be careless at all. He twisted his wrist and used force to cut the ghoul's head in half.
While the blood was spraying, a dozen dark crows spread their wings and pumped out countless sticky and smelly blood, and suddenly turned into a dozen ghouls, falling down one after another to bite and kill.
Bailian showed no trace of fear on his face, his pupils were instantly scarlet, and the blood in his body condensed with majestic dark blood power.
Hundreds of bloody spears appeared out of thin air, building a wall of spears to hold back the endless tide of corpses falling from the sky.
However, under the pressure of the endless tide of corpses, Balian was also forced to the ground by ten feet. The evil corpse aura spreading in all directions was like maggots on the tarsal bones, covering him in a sticky and sticky manner.
A pungent and unknown pain soon spread in Balian's chest.
He knew that procrastination would lead to disaster, and continuing to fight against the ghouls who could not and could not be killed would be a recipe for death.
Bailian took seven steps and teleported to the sword master Yu, who was about to regain the Yin Flute and control all ghosts.
At this time, Zian Xin coughed lightly and gave Ying Xiu a look as if he was intentionally guiding him.
Ying Xiu snorted coldly, raised both arms high, raised his arms and called out, and all the ghosts responded.
But he ignored Bailian and blocked all the ways for Sword Master Yu to survive.
As soon as the Yin Flute leaves your hand, the ghouls entrenched in all directions will rush out in an instant and tear the sword master's feathers to pieces.
Bailian's face suddenly turned cold, and the hand he stretched out to pick up the flute froze slightly and stopped.
Sword Master Yu had been on the battlefield for so long that he could not sense the murderous intentions surrounding him from all directions, but he did not hesitate.
In the face of great righteousness, he did not hesitate to choose to deliver the Yin Flute directly. He stared deeply at Bai Lian and said solemnly: "Live well and make my inheritance of Tianxi Sword Dao immortal!"
Bailian did not take the Yin Flute. In a moment of hesitation, he missed the best opportunity to take the flute for self-defense.
Ying Xiu grinned sadly, as if he was extremely satisfied with this reaction. He raised his hand, his index finger as sharp as a sword, and inserted it deeply into the strange green heart.
The heart suddenly stopped beating, and the 300,000 ghouls all stopped moving, like puppets with broken strings, their arms hanging limply, as if all their energy had been lost.
The ground in front of Baili'an suddenly broke into a small bag of earth.
An object the size of a palm quickly flew out of the earth bag. The speed was so fast and the trajectory it swept out was smooth. Even Bailian couldn't catch the reaction. He only felt a sudden and severe pain in his abdomen.
He lowered his eyes and saw a blood hole penetrating through his abdomen. Cold blood spread out from the wound, scattering like red lotus, and faint green fire spread out from the wound. Like a flowing firefly.
Bailian turned around and saw a ghoul several times smaller than a normal ghoul sitting on a pit, holding half of the broken internal organs in his mouth and chewing them. Make a sound.
The little thing opened a pair of self-aware eyes that a ghoul could never possess, and looked at Balian greedily and hungrily.
Bailian frowned in pain and covered his abdominal wound, but blood rushed out from between his fingers. He could even clearly feel that the internal organs in his body were slowly slowing down under the poison of the rotten bones. Dissolving slowly.
Burying Heart descended from the sky, adjusted the mask on his face, and said in a casual tone: "Ghoul, one energy comes from the same source, and every one of them is destroyed. Your Highness Yingxiu will use all the energy of these 300,000 ghouls." The unexpected killing move of a ghost is really admirable."
There seems to be some subtle relationship between Zhan Xin and Ying Xiu.
Under this huge army of ghouls, not a single ghoul took the initiative to attack him.
Zang Xin looked at the injured Baili'an, tsked twice, and said: "Why bother with this? Is it possible that to this day, you still can't bear to treat Bailiyu? If you are not cruel, you can't Jue, you are the one who died. "
His tone is very strange, and there is not much sarcasm in it. The sighing tone can be heard in the ears, but if you listen carefully, you can hear the hidden meaning in his words. Disappointment and anger.
Bailian took off his outer robe, tore it into strips, and bandaged the wound tightly several times, but the effect of stopping the bleeding was minimal.
But there was no panic or despair in his eyes, and he only said calmly: "Sword Master Yu is the killing sword that will kill these 300,000 ghouls. He cannot die."
If Sword Master Yu dies here, no one will be able to clean up this chaotic valley with one sword and rectify the world.
The barrier outside the valley could not last long, so he chose to preserve the sword master feather.
"How conceited, you actually think that the sword master can master the sword palace." Zang Xin smiled coldly, showing a pitiful look.
So empty.
(End of this chapter)