Chapter 902: The son who doesn’t care about the return date
The temperature here is so high that the air in sight is distorted.
Just as Junhe was worried, Bailian has a body but no bones at the moment, and is the body of a heroic spirit.
The wild fire of the earth veins here is the nemesis of heroic spirits. It can force the souls without bones and bodies to merge into the wild river of flames, preventing them from passing away.
Once Balian's physical body could no longer bear it, it was melted by wild fire.
The souls that Taiyin Emperor finally gathered for him will be cursed forever and sink into it.
Jiufen Valley is easy to enter and difficult to exit.
As soon as Bai Lian set foot on this piece of red ground, the scene behind him when he came in disappeared instantly. Even if he looked back, he could not find the way he came.
If you want to leave the Nine Burning Valley, you must never look back. You can only continue walking deeper and look for the four monuments before you can leave.
While walking, enduring the pain of being burned on the spiritual platform, Balian released his consciousness without hesitation.
He searched the land inch by inch, looking for the whereabouts of Yin Baishuang's aura.
Jiufen Valley is no different from the outside world. In the high-temperature and twisted space here, there is not even a trace of fire.
Occasionally, a few clusters of wild fires burst out when the red sandy earth cracked, like the twinkling stars embedded in the earth.
Bailian seems to be walking on this land safely, but every inch of space here is like the sun shining directly at the end of the day.
When you look up, you will sometimes see a black eagle coming from the border of Zhongyou Kingdom high in the sky.
Kankan Feida crossed the line of the boundary monument, and his body suddenly burned without fire. It only burned for a moment, and then turned into a wisp of green smoke without even the dregs left.
Although this body without the bones of the Immortal is far less powerful than the corpse demon three years ago.
But after all, it was a physical body that was shaped by the Taiyin Emperor himself, and had been cultivated for three years by the power of Jiuyou Xuanyin. His physical body was still stronger than the ordinary Tribulation Immortal.
In Jiu Fen Valley, it is not difficult to hold on for a while.
Bailian traveled deeper and deeper into Jiufen Valley. When he was in the realm of overcoming tribulation, his spiritual consciousness was extraordinary and could reach thousands of miles away.
But once here, the outward spiritual consciousness is like marshmallows seeping into the endless sea, extremely limited.
At this moment, Balian's ability to detect ten miles with his spiritual consciousness is already the limit.
The Land of Nine Burning Death is not just talk.
As time passed little by little, Balian's hair gradually turned yellow and dry, and his face became paler, almost transparent.
The layer of faint white lunar energy that spread around the body was also eroded by the surrounding flames and became thinner.
But Balian still couldn't catch Yin Baishuang's aura.
His calm and low-pressure eyebrows finally gradually revealed a bit of suppressed irritability.
To deal with the Zhongyou rebellion and the Demonic Shadow of Tianxi, he has a leisurely and thunderous method.
Even in the Palace of Government, at the moment when Ying Xiu revealed that Yin Baishuang was in danger, he was able to deduce her whereabouts with extremely terrifying insight.
Ninety percent!
What Balian was sure of was that the chance of Yin Baishuang being in Jiu Fen Valley was as high as 90%.
But when he entered the valley, he faced the vast and endless Nine Burns Valley, and the ray of spiritual consciousness that was released was like a drop in the ocean, insignificant.
When he began to lose track of her, the panic and uneasiness in Balian's heart poured toward him like a negative darkness.
He is not like his usual self at all at this moment. He clearly knows that at this time, he should watch everything quietly and avoid being agitated and anxious.
But looking at the vast, red and boundless world, Bai Lian became furious and uncontrollably.
His analysis and deduction are well-founded and the probability of error is extremely small.
But as time passed, countless absurd and terrifying thoughts emerged in Parian's mind, one after another.
If...if it wasn't 90%, he just lost at that 10% chance.
Yin Baishuang is not here at all, but is waiting for the coming of death and darkness in another desperate situation designed and arranged by Ying Xiu!
The scene in which the black eagle that broke into the forbidden area was annihilated and died unconsciously appeared in his mind... Or maybe, he was a step too late.
Otherwise, how could he not find any breath of her!
Those emotions that breed terror and darkness are like evil ghosts, tightly strangling Balian's heartstrings.
Just thinking about the consequences of this wrong deduction almost made him collapse from torture.
The red land is vast, the way home is nowhere to be seen, and anxiety and fear follow each other like a shadow.
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The sea of fire has no limit, and the other shore has no limit.
I don’t know how long Yin Baishuang has been crossing the red abyss of the fiery river. The hot wind blowing into his face cut his face with a fire knife. The snow-white skin on his face was reflected by the red fire and turned crimson, and his dry and cracked lips The skin peels and bleeds.
When you look up, you can't see the sun, moon or sky, but when you look down, you can hear the mournful groans of ghosts.
She stretched out her hand, and her pale fingers seemed to be unafraid of pain, brushing the surface of the river formed by the fire. The black jade pieces around her waist collided, making a clear and lonely sound.
The fierce fire in the river instantly burned her fingers into mottled red patches, allowing the fire to rush through the gaps between her fingers.
She allowed the soul in the fire to pass through her fingers, like running water or fine sand.
The souls of the dead who had been silent in the fire for thousands of years are now smelling the breath of the living. The breath in the fire surges wildly like a tide, forming faces with different facial features in the fire. Medium molding.
The ghost who was suppressed and unable to free his anger turned into evil thoughts. He bared his teeth and claws, crying and laughing, and tore at her bright red skirt ferociously.
In a windless place, there were waves of fire. As Yin Baishuang walked deeper and deeper without knowing whether to live or die, half of his body was almost immersed in the fire.
If she hadn't majored in Cangwu Gonggu's Shooting Shizang Technique and was born with Yinglong Xuanshuang's energy to protect her body, she would have been burnt to charcoal by this sea of fire, and her soul would have died in the blazing fire.
Yujue collided alone, Yin Baishuang's body was burned by the fire, but her pace was still leisurely.
She regarded the pain and suffering of the burning hell as dust and clouds, and her fingers concentrated on distinguishing the soul she was looking for in the blazing fire.
One day ago, Ying Xiu found her and told her that in the Zhongyou Dynasty, there was such a secret place called Jiufen Valley.
The fire in the valley has been burning for many years, and there are thousands of souls.
Anyone who commits suicide and is not accepted by the six realms of heaven and earth, and does not want to remain in the human world as a ghost, will be taken away by the Nine Burning Valley and be suppressed forever.
Yin Baishuang thought to herself, this is really great news.
Although Ying Xiu's words were full of doubts and without careful consideration, Yin Baishuang still believed them without hesitation or hesitation, as if she was holding on to a life-saving spider's thread.
For two hundred years, the solitary man walked alone between heaven and earth. He lived an unruly life and was lonely for half of his life.
Life is like a long river. One is to never forget the person you met when you were young.
Even if it is covered with dust and frost, you must protect the most precious and cherished memory alone.
So she carefully treasured it, waited, desolately, and hoped extravagantly. There are rumors in the six realms that the reincarnation of life and death continues.
There is a soul in this life, and it has its own reincarnation.
Although the six paths of reincarnation will change a soul beyond recognition, Yin Baishuang is still willing to hope.
Even if it is desolate, we should make this our dream and travel thousands of miles to this place as our return.
But just three years ago, she passed by him, and as soon as she was in the wrong body, she disappeared again.
Yin Baishuang has never been big-hearted. Even if she finds the reincarnated person, she may not be confident that she can regard him as the young man she was before.
But Ying Xiu’s words undoubtedly gave her great hope.
Enter the Nine Burns and walk in the sea of fire, even if there are thousands of souls gathered here to form a sea.
As long as she discerns and searches carefully year after year, day after day, one day she will be able to find him completely.
Yin Baishuang's mood was heavy and relaxed at the same time. As he stepped through the heavy fire, he felt the pain of being burned by thousands of ghosts in his body.
Three years ago, in Chaotic Valley, was he in the same pain?
She was full of hope, but the more she searched, the more frightened and uneasy she felt in her heart. The ferocious and screaming souls that she could see all looked strange and miserable.
The fiery soul traveling through her fingertips was like quicksand. She did not dare to blink for fear of missing a soul or a breath.
Therefore, Yin Baishuang concentrated her concentration, and her consciousness was being consumed in a suicidal way.
Her pale and frail body held up her large red dress, and a color that was more miserable than fire was flying in the wind.
The fire was rolling, and the mysterious frost energy around Yin Baishuang began to become unstable.
The layers of flaming waves are becoming more and more turbulent, and those ghosts that are like hibernating fish sleeping deep in the river bottom seem to be awakened by the breath of the living that has stayed for a long time.
Although the fire is burning, it is far less fragrant and deadly than human body temperature.
As the bright red sleeves of the robe danced, a fierce pupil suddenly opened wide in the blazing fire.
Wow! ! !
An evil spirit that transformed into a fish beast rose up with its tail, and bit through with its jagged, jagged teeth.
A huge gash was ripped out of Yin Baishuang's sleeves, and a pool of bright red blood gushed out. The white lotus-like jade arms were like porcelain cracking, leaving a ferocious bright red gash.
The blood dripped into the blazing fire. Before it was evaporated by the high temperature, the Yin spirits rushed to gather around and lick the blood.
The moment the breath of blood was revealed, the Yin spirits in the flaming river instantly became excited and excited. They were squatting on the bottom of the Fiery River, noisy and surging wildly.
The surface of the river with rolling heat waves quickly condensed into a huge and endless whirlpool, like a terrifying hurricane storm in the abyss of the sea, with rolling heat waves and overwhelming gloom!
A powerful suction force had the force of tearing people closer to the abyss of hell, ruthlessly tearing at her skirt.
Yin Baishuang's pupils were so black that they shone brightly, and her frail figure was like a sad and beautiful mourning flower, teetering on the edge of the huge fire-colored waves.
The fire is scorching, the ghost fire is heavy, the bottom of the river is sometimes glowing with a black and sinister light, and the sky and the ground are filled with red, wrapped in the long-lasting memories of countless people.
Greed, anger, obsession, and hatred were swallowing her up at this moment, like a flood, and she was caught off guard.
Boundless dark emotions swallowed her up, and she looked at the terrifying vision in front of her. In all directions, there were souls who were destined to be reincarnated and waiting for redemption.
She stretched out her palms in a daze, and for a moment, she seemed to have a feeling that she could hold all living things and lead them away from the sea of suffering.
But in fact, when she stretched out her palm, the ghosts seemed to see a spider thread hanging from the sky in the abyss of fire.
Like a fish sniffing bait, it crept towards her. The clouds of dark energy were like clouds and tides, instantly wrapping her entire arm, and tearing it apart with an even more terrifying force.
A wave of fire as high as a thousand blades was set off and the red figure was drowned. Yin Baishuang was about to be pulled into the abyss, but she didn't react at all.
She suddenly curved her lips and smiled, and actually sang a cappella in the midst of the huge sea of fire and waves:
"The sea water is a dream, and you will never come back if you leave. My son is far away in my heart." , like fog stretching for ten thousand miles , I don’t know where to go. Like spring grass burning on the green ridge, the clouds have drifted for ninety thousand miles, never stopping."
The quiet and peaceful voice is clearer and longer, her face is smiling, her eyebrows are strange and graceful, calm but yet. hysteria.
No need to seduce or pull, she is like a moth to the flame, a peaceful madman who burns himself to the sun.
Yujue collided, echoed step by step, and jumped into the abyss of fire with a smile, filled with thousands of souls.
The flaming waves rose, the sky turned violent, and a furious and desolate rainstorm swept across the world, faintly revealing a desolate anger.
The raindrops from the sky are blowing in diagonally, like a sword, cutting through the fiery souls!
The heart-wrenching roar of the Yin Spirit is almost overwhelming. In the Nine Burning Valley, not even a blade of grass grows, nor a drop of water falls. How can there be rain in the open air?
It turns out that rain is not like a sword.
Instead, the swords are like angry rain and like the sudden wind.
Yin Baishuang's wrist was held by a cold and unwarm hand.
A pulling force came from behind. Before she could retract her curved lips, she pulled back hard and hit a cold chest.
The wind was passing by, and amid the thousands of noises, she saw in her slightly widened pupils a jade flute star that turned into white light like lightning and headed towards the angry whirlpool formed by the gathering of thousands of Yin spirits. among.
Boom! !
White lightning and the grievances of Yin spirits intertwined wildly in the burning river, with flames and electricity flowing, and dragons and snakes flying.
Thousands of noisy sounds, like the roar of thunder, deafening.
Yin Baishuang's mind was blank. She looked down at the pale hand holding her wrist and was in a daze.
Then I felt that my whole body was burning, and there was even a thin layer of sweat on my vest.
Her heartbeat was beating crazily amidst the noise of the ghosts, almost overflowing from her chest.
The strong wind blew their hair, and their long black hair brushed against Yin Baishuang's cheeks, tangled and dancing in front of her eyes.
She breathed tightly, turned her wrist slightly, and in turn held the cold palm tightly.
The force was so strong that it seemed like you wanted to rub your own bones into his and never separate them again.
Yin Baishuang turned around slowly as if she was lost, and saw the young man's clear features under the blazing light.
He let her squeeze his palm tightly, and the strong firelight was like the sunlight falling on the city, making the dark silver embroidery patterns on his clothes shine brightly.
His eyes were filled with raging anger and red bloodshot eyes, forcefully forcing his fair and handsome face to look somewhat horrifying and twisted.
Yin Baishuang was a little distracted.
Even after a hundred years, the appearance has changed.
But she had never seen him look so scary.
For a moment, in a confused and unreasonable state of mind, she could not tell whether he was a human or a ghost at this moment.
(End of this chapter)