Chapter 829 Fiery Red Clothes
Between the sky and the earth, the wind and clouds were moving, and the sky above the head was a thick lead-gray ink color.
A loud noise pierced the sky covered with heavy clouds, and the sky was dark.
Thunders descended from the sky one after another, hitting the extremely cold air above the mountain tops into huge wind, snow and cold waves.
The rare peace and purity in the world where corpses disappeared and ghosts disappeared did not last long, and strange phenomena reappeared.
In the windy and snowy world, Su Jing stood on the top of the cold snow mountain, with a pair of clear black jade eyes filled with brilliance.
The cold wind kept blowing up her white clothes and black hair.
She looked quietly at the closed door in front of her, motionless, as if she had become one with the solid stone in the cold wind and snow.
The mountains and rivers are silent, and the jade toad sinks to the west.
It wasn't until a faint white dawn rose in the east that her low-hanging frosted eyelashes gently lifted up and glanced at the sky from a distance.
The frost-covered fingers on her back curled up slightly. After a moment of silence and thought, she turned around and prepared to leave the south and head east.
Unexpectedly, Jiuji turned around for a moment, and a flaming red dress appeared in the wind and snow.
The first sun in the east slowly rose between the two of them. The light spread over the two of them, casting their figures into silhouettes, and the air seemed to be stagnant for a moment.
The eyes met each other, the wind and snow were speechless.
The cold and dangerous atmosphere is getting stronger and stronger in this frosty morning.
The red dress was like fire, the white hair fell at her feet, and her black hair was like silk, flying around.
There was still the last ray of hazy night in Yin Baishuang's pupils, braving the cold air and mixed with unknown anger and resentment.
On weekdays, when Yu Su Jing was facing each other tit for tat, her eyes were extremely cold and cruel. Now the gaze he was looking at her was like an ice blade covered with snow, trying to chip away at all the bones hidden in her flesh and blood body. come out.
There were too many complicated emotions wrapped around that hateful look. How could Su Jing not understand what this look meant.
But at this moment she was in no mood to deal with her.
"Get out of the way."
Yin Baishuang stepped forward, and dozens of icicles suddenly burst out from the mountain top, blocking Su Jing's path.
She said angrily: "Today, you can't go anywhere!"
In the past, Su Jing would have fought against this tit-for-tat provocation with her temper. A good fight.
But for some unknown reason today, her fighting spirit was not high.
Su Jing glanced sideways at the sun that was rising higher and higher, and her tone of voice became softer, not as cold as usual.
“It’s dawn.”
Yin Baishuang’s eyes were downcast and she didn’t speak.
Su Jing turned his eyes, looked at her steadily, and said seriously: "He didn't bring an umbrella."
The four plain words easily eliminated the murderous intent around him. Dozens of towering icicles.
Yin Baishuang's eyes were dark and deep, as if even the skylight could not illuminate her eyes.
"Su Jing, you are really the most shameless person I have ever seen in the world."
Her lips and teeth opened coldly, and the words were like cold needles falling to the ground: "You already know his His identity was completely concealed
Su Jing felt a sting in his heart, his fingers were slightly curled, but his eyes were stubborn: "Wait or not? Wait, it doesn’t matter what you say.”
Yin Baishuang lowered her gaze and discovered something. Fang Tou's murderous intention that had just been concealed suddenly revived.
She stared hard at the red thread that could only be seen with spiritual vision, and she became furious.
"A thin thread! Who gave you the courage!"
In an instant, her face was as cold as frost on a winter night, and in the roaring wind and snow, a black dragon made of black ice emerged from the mountain cliff. The bottom leaped up, and the strong wind lifted up the red sleeves.
The clouds were rolling, there were thunderous sounds from the sky, and the black dragons were circling and converging from the top of Su Jing's head, spraying purple-black frost gas from their mouths. The huge cliffs instantly looked like thousands of years of snow-capped mountains, freezing everything to death!
Red lotuses surged under Su Jing's feet, and the formations rotated as her hair fluttered, forming a fire lotus barrier, isolating the frosty sky from the firelight.
Two extremely hot and cold forces competed with each other. Su Jing's love-cutting sword hung on his waist but was not unsheathed. He obviously had no intention of fighting.
Yin Baishuang felt like she was touching scales, and frost flowers formed on her palm, gathering into an ice sword. The frost dragon roared up behind her.
The frost and clearness of heaven and earth melted into the sword in her hand, and for a moment the light shone in the sky. She and the sword in her hand swayed upwards with the dragon's body, and the wind marks left in the air at such a fast speed were visible to the naked eye.
The cold sword flower split the sky, so that the sky became brighter and brighter.
In this way, Su Jing's cold brows also showed a trace of unconcealable impatience. She raised her palms and was about to press the sword on her waist.
The strong wind intertwined with ice and fire tore at her hair and white clothes, her sleeves were smeared, and the ethereal red thread between her little fingers seemed to have been blown away by the strong wind.
This change happened too suddenly. Su Jing's pupils suddenly shrank into needles, and his pupils instantly shrank into thin lines.
A thin thread is a mysterious technique. Although it is ethereal and intangible, it cannot be blown away by wind and snow.
At that moment, an extremely cold numbness crawled up her spine.
Su Jing felt chills all over his body, and the hand he just raised dropped as if his strength had been drained.
The fingers are trembling and the fingertips are blue and white.
The cold sword that came to attack turned around and disappeared. The powerful lotus fire that blocked the cold wind and snow was as fragile and breakable as ordinary fire at this moment.
The snow-white ice sword in Yin Baishuang's hand easily broke through the fire and came towards her.
But Su Jing just looked ahead in despair, with no scene reflected in his dull and dim eyes.
She didn't even dodge or resist Yin Baishuang's sword. She neither struggled nor raised her sword to defend.
The tip of the sword sank into the chest without any resistance, and a sad red flower bloomed among the snow-colored white clothes.
Yin Baishuang was so strong that he took her body and forced her back a few steps.
Su Jing staggered, and blood beads left a string of bright red traces on the snow, but she seemed not to feel the pain.
The whole body seemed to be numb from the wind and snow, and the white and thin clothes were gently fluttering in the wind.
Her face was as pale as paper, and warm, bright red blood slowly overflowed from the corners of her pursed lips.
It wasn’t until she stood firm that her weak shoulders, covered by long black hair, felt the pain that was chilling to her bones.
Su Jing shook her frost-covered eyelashes and raised her hand weakly, trying to grasp the traces of the crimson thread lingering in the wind.
But in the end, Shan Yue just didn’t know how to change the personnel. No matter what kind of expectations and waiting, they were like smoke between the fingers, as misty as no trace.
Everything finally comes true, the flower in the mirror and the moon in the water. Yin Baishuang drew her sword coldly, the anger in her brows still lingering, and her apricot eyes, frozen in evil spirit, looked at the traces of dissipation between her fingers with a look of confusion.
She did not think that the shameless woman in front of her would really dissipate the spell out of fear of her anger.
I didn’t feel the pleasure of half-decomposing Qi because of severely injuring the other party, as if I had my own insights.
Yin Baishuang's heart was also covered with a gray and heavy fog.
Ominous emotions arose spontaneously, which made her eyebrows grow colder: "Why don't you hide? Do you really think I don't dare to kill you?"
Before Su Jing could speak, the space between heaven and earth changed, and dozens of rays of light pierced the eastern sky and landed on the top of the mountain.
Yin Dufeng, Su Guanhai, Thirteen Swords of Tianxi and even the eldest princess Zhao Wenjun and Ning Feiyan all rushed here with extremely solemn expressions.
For no other reason, Yin Dufeng had waited all night according to the time agreed with Baili'an, and reopened the door of Moqi Palace at dawn to welcome Bailiyu back.
Before entering the Valley of Chaos, Yin Dufeng gave Bailian a chess piece. The chess piece was condensed with the space power of one hundred and eighty white pieces. It was extremely precious.
Even after Yin Dufeng fully activated the power of Moqi Palace, he maintained the power of this special white stone.
It can only maintain one, and can only withstand the teleportation of one person.
Baili Yu points the sword palace to destroy all ghosts, and there is no life left in the chaotic valley. With this white child in Baili'an, he can save his life and leave.
But after waiting all night, Bailian did not return to the human world.
The even more shocking surprise was... Yin Dufeng found that he could not open the door of Moqi Palace again.
The Valley of Chaos cannot be entered by the living. If the door of Moqi Palace is not opened in time, the two of them will surely die in that cursed land abandoned by the gods!
How can this not be alarming.
When everyone rushed to the top of the mountain, they saw Yin Baishuang arriving at an unknown time, holding a cold sword dripping with blood, and they were even more shocked.
This is one wave after another!
The matter in Chaanyougu has not been resolved yet, so why are these two aunts starting to fight again.
When Su Guanhai saw that Su Jing's white clothes were stained with red covering most of his body, his expression changed drastically, and his usual demeanor suddenly disappeared.
He strode forward to check on her and said in a trembling voice: "Ah...A Jing?"
The trembling in her voice was partly due to the injuries on her body, and partly due to her bloodless expression at the moment. Open your face.
His expression was numb, his eyes were dark and lifeless, as if his soul had been absorbed.
Perhaps in the eyes of others, Su Jing's expression at this moment is no different from his usual cold and emotionless appearance.
But only Su Guanhai, a father, knew clearly that it was exactly this look in her eyes when she stood beside the child's cold body two hundred years ago.
Numb and empty, like a child abandoned by others in the wilderness and unable to find a way back.
She clearly knew that the sword on her body was made by Yin Baishuang, but at this moment, Su Guanhai could not say anything harsh.
His tone suddenly became irritable, losing all his usual restraint and tolerance.
He roared with a hint of trembling: "Yin Dufeng! If you still can't open this Moqi Palace, I don't think you should give up the title of the Palace Master of Cangwu Palace!"
< br>Zhao Wenjun looked at Su Jing's expression, crossed his arms Yiran, smiled at Ji Yan beside him and said:
"The young master of the Su family looks a little off. Could it be that the little corpse demon had an accident in Chaos Valley?"
Ning Feiyan frowned quietly. After a while, he glanced at her lightly and said: "The door of Moqi Palace has not been opened. No one knows what is happening behind the door? Is Her Royal Highness the eldest princess worrying about others or taking pleasure in others' misfortune?"
Zhao Wenjun couldn't help but smile. language?
Yin Dufeng was also a little confused after being yelled at by Su Guanhai for no reason.
If Su Guanhai was angry at Yin Baishuang at this moment, Yin Dufeng would not tolerate giving in. She would just yell at her daughter as loud as she could, regardless of whether her daughter was justified or not.
But he turned his anger on him. Yin Dufeng saw that the girl from the Su family was stabbed through the chest with a sword. The injury was obviously serious, and her face was as white as a ghost.
Yin Dufeng also felt guilty and could not raise his voice.
I could only murmur in a low voice: "You know what kind of evil we bumped into today. The space at the other end of the Moqi Palace seems to have been sealed by a more powerful force. If that force does not disappear, this palace Is it really difficult to open the door?”
As soon as he finished speaking, a long sword cry suddenly echoed in the world!
The sound is like Pangu's giant ax cleaving the heaven and earth with thousands of sounds, making the sun and moon tremble, the mountains and rivers rolling, and a strong sadness is hidden in the sword's chant, which will not be dispersed for a long time.
Su Jing's body trembled violently again, and she knelt on the ground as if she had lost all strength.
Blood and white clothes spread out in layers in the snow.
The closed palace door was split in half by a powerful sword light, and the mountain-heavy space palace force suddenly collapsed, with a sound like a snow mountain avalanche and a rolling flood.
If not for the high level of everyone present, the bones would have been crushed by the terrifying momentum of the sword breaking through the palace door, and it would have been thrown down the mountain.
Everyone was shocked, secretly wondering, could it be that the three hundred thousand ghouls couldn't be wiped out with a single sword in the palace?
Otherwise, how could Sword Master Yu's temper be so terrifying?
But what happened next shocked the whole audience.
Bai Liyu was dressed in a messy sword robe, and his disheveled black hair turned into a withered gray color. He seemed to have aged more than ten years overnight, and his always handsome and noble face was now full of... Death and despair.
After he opened the door of the Moqi Palace, the cherished sword was thrown away at his feet, and instead he held something in his arms tightly with his precious hands.
His expression was distorted and weird as never before. He staggered out like a ghost, his body was convulsing but he was too stubborn to fall down.
He murmured like a madman: "Guangyinlu! I need a Guangyinlu! Who will find a Guangyinlu for me! I want a Guangyinlu!"
Guangyinlu is to record the past time. The magical volume opens the time record with essence and blood.
You can see recent past scenes related to you in a short period of time.
Looking at the head in the arms of Bailiyu, who was stumbling and completely losing his normal consciousness, everyone took a breath of cold air.
Zhao Wenjun, who was joking just now, no longer felt gloating about misfortune.
Ning Feiyan squinted her eyes and looked at the scene in front of her, but found that she couldn't see clearly or understand it.
My fingers slowly clenched into fists in my sleeves, my nails scratched my palms, and blood overflowed between my fingers. I felt like my heart had sunk into a strange place inexplicably.
Half covered with ice and snow, half boiled by fire.
It’s really strange, my body is hurting for no reason even though I’m clearly not injured.
Su Jing seemed to have predicted something, but he never expected that such a desperate scene would happen after the palace door was opened.
She closed her eyes resignedly and raised her head slightly, still being hit by the wind and snow mercilessly on her face.
The ice sword in Yin Baishuang's hand hit the ground, and instantly turned into a bright field of ice. Her body trembled violently, and there seemed to be a strong dizziness that made her unsteady.
However, she was the one who rushed out immediately.
The wind and snow in the sky suddenly became sharper, and she ran across the snow unconsciously, her big sleeves and clothes fluttering in the wind and snow, like a burning flame.
(End of this chapter)