Chapter 903: When we meet again in Xianyi
Bailian's forehead veins are looming, and at such a close distance, Yin Baishuang clearly senses that his breath is messed up.
She was stunned and had not yet come to her senses, as if she was in a dream, confused and hazy.
Looking at her confused look, Balian's face darkened.
The next moment, he hit her on the forehead with a headbutt, and said with anger:
"Are you crazy?! You don't even know how to hide from the evil spirits, but you keep walking forward. Do you want your soul to be swallowed by the whirlpool abyss?!"
Speak For a moment, Balian's whole body was trembling, and his eyes were frighteningly dark.
But Yin Baishuang felt that the person who was really scared in that scene was actually him.
It's him, it's really him, he's still alive...
At this moment, the fire that fills the sky and the ground, huge, fiery red, hot, burning wild fire of death, falls on Yin Baishuang In his eyes, it is more like the sun symbolizing hope and light.
At this moment, the word ecstasy was no longer enough to describe her heart.
"Xiao An..." Her forehead turned red, and she whispered his name softly, her voice trembling with a cry, fearing that the person in front of her was a figment of her imagination.
The next moment, she fell into a cold embrace.
Under the chest, there is something beating like a thunder. It is not a heartbeat, because that sound is more thrilling and ups and downs than the beating of the heart!
He pressed his chin hard on her shoulder, and in a deep voice, with a hint of fear, he whispered softly in her ear and asked: "When you were standing here just now, what were you thinking about? What?”
Yin Baishuang stood on her tiptoes slightly, her dark eyes slowly gained a glimmer of light, and the corners of her mouth that had been bent while singing also calmed down, she said: "I'm thinking about you."
Bailian pursed her lips hard. Purse your lips.
He knew that while she was missing him, she also wanted to commit suicide.
In this endless sea of fire, the ghosts refine the heart. The fire contains countless human emotions, obsessions and delusions, and can see through the deepest darkness in the heart.
These ghostly souls have nowhere to live, and they are the best at inducing people to feel depressed and despair, leading to death.
In Jiufen Valley, Bailian, who had not found Yin Baishuang for a long time, was in a state of confusion and couldn't control himself.
“Crack!”
Amidst thousands of shrill cries, the jade flute that fell into the flaming river and fought with countless ghosts seemed to be unable to resist the pressure, but the instant noodles turned out to be Cracks develop.
The cracking sound was clear and crisp, and all the ghosts cried together.
Bailian felt that the ground under his feet suddenly heated up, trembled violently, and heard a dull rumbling sound.
It was too late to say anything anymore. Bailian's expression changed drastically. He felt the low and terrifying power of the natural disaster under his feet, which was about to be unleashed. Without any hesitation, he stretched out his right hand and recalled the fuji.
Jiu Fen Valley is a place of absolute death. The monstrous disasters of annihilation are changing rapidly and do not allow people to react and think at all.
There was a loud bang, the earth cracked, and the blazing high temperature swept over the world like a flood.
Yin Baishuang was looking at Bai Lian's face, in a daze, completely unaware of the terrifying disaster coming.
Bailian jumped up holding her in his arms, and the raging river of fire beneath him was like a huge boiling oven, rolling and scorching.
The tens of thousands of roaring Yin spirits entrenched in the giant cauldron were annihilated into ashes amid bursts of shrill screams.
The sea of fire split into four parts, occasionally revealing the burned black land, and a pillar of bright red fire that was ten feet thick and scorching towards Bai Lian like a giant dragon waving its tail.
The pillar of fire that looked like a wild python contained indescribable power and seemed particularly terrifying.
The fire from the earth's veins coming from under the land of hundreds of thousands of feet is surprisingly the Nine Burning Wild Fire.
The disaster of inflammation and famine came, burning the common people.
All this happened in a flash of lightning.
In an instant, Bailian took seven steps, and as soon as a fire-colored halo rose, he was completely swallowed up by the violent power.
Faced with the rumbling pillar of fire that was coming towards me, he struck with his backhand.
The ghost weeping bead on the tail of the flute bloomed with a deep red light, and the cracks on the flute body spread deeper.
Bailian's arm instantly burned, and the fire burned along his fingertips to his shoulder.
Within reach of the wild fire, the entire arm withered at a speed visible to the naked eye like a flower that had lost its moisture.
The piccolo in the hand seemed to have been hit by a thousand-year-old mountain, and its meridians suddenly collapsed!
Fortunately, Fuji Flute was originally transformed from Yin Xi, and its power is extraordinary. In addition, it is blessed by the Devil's Weeping Bead, which was transformed from the right eye of Taiyin Emperor.
If this were not the case, such a head-on confrontation with the violent wild fire of the earth line would probably end in ashes in the blink of an eye.
Baili Pian's powerful blow was only able to break a third of the fire pillar.
And the chaotic and shaking earth is brewing a more terrifying storm and disaster.
The sky is filled with remnants of souls torn apart like catkins.
Taking advantage of the gap, Bailian gritted his teeth and summoned the Suzaku Qin, used his body to control the Qin, and took Yin Baishuang into a stream of fireflies and flew through the air.
The head-on confrontation with the wild fire of the earth vein was only one blow, and it exhausted all the energy that Balian had accumulated in the past three years.
Half of his body was being continuously invaded and withered by wild fire. His whole body seemed to be split open by a flaming giant sword, and his entire sight was scorching red.
Yin Baishuang was able to distinguish thousands of souls in the river of fire, and his spiritual consciousness was also extremely consumed.
Although there were no obvious wounds on her whole body at this moment, how could an ordinary monk survive being roasted by the fire all night in the Nine Burning Valley?
At this moment, her body was like a thin mirror that had been polished thousands of times, slender and fragile.
Under the blow just now, the residual power caused her to finally break the tight thread, and she fainted decisively in Bai Lian's arms.
The Suzaku soul in the Suzaku Qin has completely manifested itself. The fiery red wings are huge, carrying the two of them, and they are constantly rushing forward in the high air at a super speed that breaks the sky.
The blazing wind and waves hit Balian's body like huge rocks.
Bailian's body was tilted with half of her body, and her arms and sleeves completely covered Yin Baishuang's body under her, resisting most of the impact for her.
At this moment, his body was extremely weak, and such a high-intensity flight undoubtedly brought him more severe pain.
A strong wind passed through his ears, and his eardrums were beating wildly. Balian's blurred vision could no longer distinguish the direction at all.
His blood was surging violently, and even the corpse beads could hardly suppress the blood that was about to dissipate in his body.
Bailian's consciousness and soul were already burned by this fire domain. The old wounds three years ago have not healed. After the severe trauma just now, it is finally difficult to continue to support him.
His eyes suddenly became dark, he lost consciousness, and his consciousness returned to the chaotic mud.
The Suzaku Qin, which lost the control of Bailian's spiritual power, was like a dead thing. The embodied Suzaku soul chirped and hissed, then disappeared without a trace.
The Suzaku Qin turned into a stream of light very spiritually and flew back to the Qiankun bag on Bailian's waist.
From waking up to coma, Balian always protected the woman in his arms tightly, and the two of them fell downwards.
The wind blows thousands of miles, and the ground is filled with the meaning of withering and killing.
Bailian struggled to open his heavy eyelids in the deep sleepiness. Under his eyes, the blurred vision was boundless crimson color, and the sound of gurgling streams and rivers could be heard in his ears. The sound of the clear flowing water has a hint of coolness, just like the first clear spring pouring on the heart in the hot summer, refreshing the heart and lungs.
However, Balian did not forget where he was deep inside.
This is Jiufen Valley, a place where there has been no rain for thousands of years and there is open water.
Not to mention water sources and rivers, even creatures with blood and liquid would be difficult to survive in them.
Except for the weird bright red crystal vegetation, there is no green grass or wild plants at all.
Here, a drop of water is comparable to a miracle in the desert.
Not to mention the sound of the gurgling stream that is so clear and smooth.
Bailian's first thought was that he was hallucinating in a desperate situation.
He propped himself up, and when he moved slightly, his waist was tightly wrapped tightly from behind by a pair of slender and cool arms, strong yet gentle.
Bailian's eyes widened in surprise, and then he realized that he was actually being hugged by the woman behind him, tightly protecting him in her arms.
An illusory temple statue loomed behind her, a chessboard like the sky, hanging upside down in the sky, with countless black and white twins, arranged in a chaotic manner.
The sound of clear running water in his ears was not an illusion. He was cool and moist under his body, and their bodies were being embraced by a cool stream.
On all sides of Bailian's body, there are dozens of ice-blue black crystals hanging, square and like ice, colliding with each other in the water.
"Are you awake?" He seemed to be awakened by Balian's subtle movements.
The woman behind her slowly opened her slender eyelashes like butterfly wings, and her pair of black and clear apricot eyes blinked gently, as if they had been moistened by water, exuding the light of gems.
The arm tightly wrapped around Bai Lian's waist gently released her, and her fingertips fell between his right arm, sliding between his skin inch by inch.
She asked in a gentle tone: "Does it still hurt?"
Bailian then discovered that the withered arm that had been burned by the wild fire was in the water of this river. Under the infiltration, it actually regained its fullness.
Except for the slight redness of the skin and the sharp pain that would be felt when she touched it lightly with her fingertips, there was no other discomfort.
The two people's bodies were close to each other, floating in the water, and their bright red clothes were spread out among the water like the wings of fire butterflies.
Bailian's eyes squinted slightly, and he glanced at the crisp and clear collision of the five directions of ice in the stream, Taixuanzong's holy medicine for healing.
Bailian looked a little dazed for a moment.
There are fierce scorching winds everywhere, and red light travels through this world like thunder and lightning.
The huge Jiu Fen Valley is like the doomsday coming when the world is burned by heavenly fire. There are countless huge cracks in the red and black earth, like bright red scars.
The thick red magma rolled like a tidal sea, rolling violently in the veins.
This situation and scene are very similar to the world of the oven of heaven and earth recorded in the ancient secrets of mountains and seas.
There is no death in heaven and earth, and all things are silent.
The Nine Burning Ghosts are all tormented and burned in this endless wild fire.
Only the land of ten miles of streams and rivers below Baili'an has gurgling water and is as cool as a midsummer night.
Bailian did not ask Yin Baishuang whether he could use Bai Zi's power to leave this place.
Because above the head, the Dharma of the Moqi Palace hangs high, with three hundred and sixty-one chess pieces criss-crossing in black and white. It is the appearance of the Moqi Palace at its full power.
If two white stones can easily take them away from this place, then the name of Jiufen Valley's forbidden land would be too much.
Moqi Palace is its own small space world. The water in these streams is just a Taoist phenomenon formed by the power of this palace.
Furthermore, the direct bloodline of Taixuanzong has inherited the Xuanshuang power of Yinglong's blood since ancient times and has been passed down from generation to generation.
In this way, by borrowing the space power of the Moqi Palace to transform winter into a river and frost into a boundary, we can actually resist one or two and defend a pure land in this terrifying world of raging fire.
But Bailian knew that the Moqi Palace could not last long.
The living trespassed into the Nine Burning Valley, and the wild fire of the earth's veins naturally broke out. This has not yet reached the peak of the wild fire.
Once the earth's veins collapse and no trace of land is left, they will be killed in a sea of fire.
There is no doubt that this is an unprecedented desperate situation that Balian has faced since his rebirth.
This desperate situation is different from the 300,000 ghoul army he faced alone in Chaos Valley three years ago.
If the soul is buried in wild fire, even if the Taiyin Emperor has monstrous means, he cannot reverse the reality.
What's more, Baili'an was involved in this place and didn't think much about it. In other words, he didn't have time to plan and resolve this disaster from the beginning.
The moment he knew that Yin Baishuang was in Jiufen Valley, he was in chaos. Up to now, he is completely confused and clueless.
Looking at this wild fire burning the sky and setting fire to the earth, Bailian was still confused and confused.
He didn't know how to break this situation, he had no options.
No matter how intelligent he is, how many strategies he has, and how wild his ideas are, he cannot change the current predicament.
The only thing he can do is wait for death.
But after the confusion, there was no trace of despair, fear, darkness and other negative emotions in Parian's heart.
Maybe the embrace behind him was too real and warm.
Maybe this time he is not facing darkness and death alone.
At this moment, he felt peaceful in his heart. The light and shadow of the red flames illuminated their eyebrows, and the thin sparks floated in the air, seeming to be all the colors in the world.
Bailian felt tired, and her body slowly relaxed in this extremely tense situation.
He put all the weight of his body on the person behind him, and chuckled with a hint of helplessness: "It hurts a lot."
After hearing this, the woman behind her involuntarily hugged him tighter with her arms. There was a bit of unbearable crying in her muffled voice, and she was a little aggrieved: "You bastard!"
Let her experience it. The guy who was involved in Yin and Yang business twice and was heartbroken is simply the biggest bastard in the world.
Bailian smiled bitterly and said: "So this will come without retribution?"
But he didn't expect that she would suffer this retribution with him.
Yin Baishuang did not ask him where he had been in the past three years and why he did not come to find her. Although Yin Baishuang had been crazy for more than two hundred years, she was not a fool. After everything had happened, how could she still not understand why Ying won? Xiu Hui suddenly found her, and why did Bailian appear here in such a mess?
None of this is important to Yin Baishuang.
The important thing is that she rushed through time, and the pear blossoms and the rain were cool year after year, and finally she waited for the person she met when she was wearing bright clothes and angry horses.
(End of this chapter)