Chapter 1051 The Master of Changling
The moment of silence turned into the majestic momentum of the spring thunder. The entire Soul Killing Tomb shook, and even the barrier was loosened, and cold sea water poured into this soul. In the mausoleum.
Countless demon souls sleeping in silence and under the cold earth also began to become restless, and the ground shook under their feet.
Jinxian Fengxu's face turned a little pale, and he stretched out his arms to hold the thunder gun that was attacking him.
As his body retreated violently, bright red blood began to seep out from between Fengxu's eyebrows.
Although the wound between his eyebrows was not deep, even though the thunder gun that attacked him turned into thunder particles bit by bit between his hands.
But he could not change the fact that he was injured.
He was actually injured by a young man whose bone age was no more than two hundred years old.
Different from the Poseidon Festival, at the Poseidon Festival, he had already lost most of his life to Ying Ji and was seriously injured, so he succeeded in sneak attack.
But in today's fair one-on-one contest, he was actually injured by a kid who couldn't stand the calamity realm? !
What kind of master of the Six Paths Talisman?
What purple voltage controls the thunder of heaven and earth.
After all, he is just a kid who has transcended the realm of tribulation. With that weird method, he was actually forced back to where he originally stood.
Jin Xian Fengxu lowered his arms slightly, and the wind pulled his hair and robes, his expression was gloomy and dangerous to the extreme.
A chill ran down Bailiyu's spine, and he stared blankly at the sleeve between Bailian's raised arms.
The muscles between his exposed arms were spasming and twitching, gradually becoming shriveled, as if they had lost their life.
Bailiyu’s eyes are so vicious.
Although this young man had just attacked Jinxian Fengxu's thunder spear and swallowed them all, he then counterattacked with no loss in power.
During this period of swallowing and releasing, the load on the body is also extremely strenuous, and this arm may be useless in a short time.
Bailian's scalp was numb when he saw it, but Bailian clenched his fists as if nothing had happened. Instead of observing the injury between his arms, he lowered his head and looked at Ying Ji.
Seeing that she was not affected by the battle just now, Balian's cold expression calmed down.
Jin Xian Fengxu was silent for a moment, and then an angry roar burst out from his mouth. He pressed his sword finger heavily on his temple, and a long purple sword appeared from the center of his eyebrows.
The moment he held the sword in his hand, a huge mirror appeared behind him.
In the mirror, countless figures of golden immortals stepping into the sun and holding swords appeared. As he took a step forward, countless demon souls in the dust suddenly fell into silence.
The shadows in the mirror also materialized into spirits, pouring out like heavy rain. Countless terrifying sword marks appeared throughout the entire earth, and even in the huge space of Soul Killing Mausoleum.
They were attacking from all directions towards Bai Lian and Ying Ji in his arms.
Ying Ji sensed the terrifying murderous intention and struggled to get up from his arms to face the enemy.
Bai Liyu said angrily: "Just wait for me."
After saying that, he finally clenched the Dao sword in his hand, and the sword blossoms all over his body rose up, and he shot out quickly , the figure disappeared into the endless sword marks.
At that moment, Bailiyu's figure turned into countless shapes, constantly dragging shadows in the space that were extremely difficult to catch with the naked eye.
The sword patterns in the air then seemed to be cut off by an invisible sword. The sharp sword sounds clashed like chapters of music, and they continued to sound.
At the same time, countless bits of broken flowers burst out. When it comes out, it is like a spark, like a piece of iron tempered by forging iron.
The battle scenes are extremely beautiful, but also bloody and dangerous.
Bailian stared straight ahead, but he was always able to capture Bailiyu's figure in the black shadow that kept flickering and elongating.
His eyes suddenly focused deeply, and he suddenly reached out with his hand, clasped a broad shoulder with his palm and pulled hard behind him.
He pulled Bailiyu, who was covered in blood, out of the space where the sword marks were intertwined.
Baili Anxin moved at will, his mental power was cleared, and the two magic talismans were formed instantly.
"Li Ji."
A cyan figure appeared in front of him. The cyan figure held a magic talisman in his hand and turned into a cyan cold sword. He swung the sword and stood up. There were countless people in front of him. The sword patterns scattered randomly in response to the situation.
The man stands like a strong bamboo, his eyes are as fierce as a sword, his black hair is like ink, his sleeves are full of sword wind, and he looks directly at Jinxian Fengxu with a calm and indifferent gaze.
"Huaxu Liji, Yingshen."
The talisman corresponding to Liji is a summoning spell.
Bailian's current understanding of the art of identifying characters is enough to summon Li Ji's Dharma into the present world.
The ancient gods and golden immortals, who are also faced with the suppression of the laws of heaven, can still fight.
But Li Ji does not belong to this world, and he cannot stay in this time and space for long.
But for Bai Lian, he didn't need Li Ji to defeat Li Ji, he just needed him to delay for a while.
The other talisman is not a summoning spell, but the power of Tai'a's "Baicheng".
Tai'a's magical power is from wood, and he is good at guarding and consolidating.
Bailian held Ying Ji in one hand and Baili Yu in the other. He randomly selected a Changling mausoleum, flew up and kicked the entrance of the mausoleum, and ducked into it.
The word-reading technique was then completed, the power of Tai Ah poured out, and the mausoleum on the ground exploded inch by inch.
Countless vine branches with green leaves sprouted out, instantly enveloping the mausoleum airtightly.
With the dual restraints of Liji and the power of Tai'a Shenmu, even if Jin Xian Fengxu wanted to break in, it would probably take several days.
Bailian knows that for Jinxian Fengxu at this moment, time is life, and nothing is more painful to him than consuming his time.
After entering Changling, Baili'an had no time to take care of Bailiyu's injuries. There were only some skin injuries and internal injuries caused by extreme wear and tear.
I am temporarily unable to move and lose mobility, but my life is not in danger.
He casually shook off the unconscious Bailiyu.
The most important thing at this moment is to find a way to force the three golden needles out of Ying Ji's body.
Bailian used the power of Tai'a to create a rattan bed inside Changling, and took out a thick fox fur from the Qiankun bag and spread it on the rattan bed.
"Aniang..." Balian carefully placed Ying Jirou, half of her body soaked with blood, on the rattan bed.
Leaving the battlefield, in this quiet and lonely Changling, the cold and cold light in his eyes completely disappeared.
Squatting beside the bed, his eyes were full of confusion and panic, like a lost child who had been away from home for too long.
Just as Jinxian Fengxu said, this golden needle was struck by him, and only the poison master can take it out of the body.
If A Niang falls into the hands of Jinxian Fengxu, he is greedy for her essence and spiritual power, so he will not kill her.
But not only could Balian not accept this way of living a mediocre life, but Aniang herself would rather die than suffer such humiliation.
"It's okay..." Ying Ji curled up and lay half in the fox fur, her face turned pale due to excessive blood loss.
She raised a finger and tapped Balian's eyebrows, as if she wanted to say some words of comfort.
But then I thought about it, this child has always been smart, and he knew that there was no way she could survive in front of those three golden needles.
I sighed softly in my heart, then changed my words, and comforted softly: "My mother, I am the emperor of Zhongyou who is in charge of the underworld of life and death.
After my death, my soul will return. Hometown of Jiuyou, your Aweng is a He has a soft-spoken and soft-hearted temper. He will not ignore your mother. You know how capable he is.
If his skin is broken, he will definitely have a way to revive her, so you don’t have to worry too much. Worry.”
How thoughtful Balian is, of course he knows that Ying Ji's nonsense is just to appease his emotions.
The strange poison penetrated deep into the bone marrow and even into the soul. What it was sucking at this moment was her original essence. If the golden needle is not removed, the soul will be exhausted sooner or later, and there will be no way to return to the Jiuyou hometown.
Bailian didn't want her to worry about her emotional uneasiness at this time.
He wanted to pretend to be relieved and smile, but found that he couldn't smile.
Outside Changling there were thunders and swords whistling.
Although Bailian wanted to kill Jinxian Fengxu at this moment, he couldn't bring himself to pay any attention to the battle over there.
He gently turned Ying Ji's body, but her wrist was suddenly grabbed tightly by her.
"Cold..." The woman in Huqiu Li was obviously becoming increasingly confused. The two words coming out of her mouth were so weak and breathless.
Her cheeks, which were originally cold, now looked like ice jade, and her lips were blue and white, without any blood.
The sweat mixed with blood was rolling down the side of his neck, looking no different from the person who was about to die.
Death!
These two words were like a curse that strangled Balian's heart, making him more breathless and his throat was so dry and painful.
Bailian did not dare to touch the wound on her back, so he took a few fire charms to light the branches, and the small bonfire burned softly next to the rattan bed.
He opened his palms, channeled the power of water control, washed away the sticky and cold blood between her clothes, and then used his spiritual power to steam her body dry.
He found that this was the only thing he could do at this moment.
How powerless.
But Ying Ji's complexion still didn't improve at all, and she shrank into a painful posture.
She was wrapped in a fox fur, her face was pale, her lips were green, and the cold air billowing from her body swept through her like a cold mist.
In the entire interior space of Changling, the thick white chill was actually visible to the naked eye. The bonfire on the ground was extinguished by the cold air and turned into a pile of ashes. When the wind blew, it dispersed.
The bonfire was extinguished and Changling fell into darkness again. Balian stared blankly at the pile of remaining traces of gray on the ground. His eyes were dark and deep, like a deep ancient well with no bottom.
Ordinary flames cannot resist this cold Gu.
Maybe...he can do more than this.
Bailian's eyebrows gradually lowered and deepened, and his thick eyelashes covered the thoughts in his eyes.
A bright light suddenly flashed between his eyebrows.
This ray of light is like fire.
The moment the light rose, the entire Changling became warm.
It is not the warmth that comes from comforting the cold skin, but the fulfilling warmth that is content with the coldness of the soul.
At the same time, Bailian's face became as pale as paper, looking extremely tired.
This warmth from the soul fire is irresistible to anyone who is trapped in endless coldness and loneliness.
Ying Ji breathed out a mouthful of cold mist, curled up her limbs and leaned towards Bailian.
When her fingertips touched his unusually hot body, her frozen thoughts were suddenly awakened.
She was startled, her eyes widened suddenly, and she exclaimed in shock: "That's nonsense! What are you doing?!"
She hurriedly stood up and touched Baili. On An's cheeks, a cluster of soul fire danced and shone between his eyebrows, and there was no warmth at all.
But this body is like the tip of a knife being roasted by fire, and the flesh and blood are about to be scalded.
Ying Ji's pale and cold body gradually warmed up, but her expression was extremely cold.
He is originally a corpse demon, and both his body and soul belong to the Yinhan lineage.
At this moment, he is using the Soul of Death Yin to fight against the Soul of Yang Yan. No matter how powerful the soul body is, it cannot withstand his mischief.
At this moment, Ying Ji was weak, and Bai Lian effortlessly turned his head to avoid her covering palm.
On the contrary, he opened his arms and hugged her ice-like body tightly, burning the power of his soul without hesitation.
At the same time, he didn't want Ying Ji to suffer such physical and mental torture, so he secretly thought about whether to knock her out.
With the power of soul fire, he may not be able to force the three golden needles, but he can also use Yang Fire to suppress the later onset of the golden needles.
Arriving like this also bought Ying Ji more time, so she rushed back to Zhongyou as soon as possible to find Aweng.
As long as her soul remains immortal, Aweng will find a way to protect her from surviving.
Even if he dies like this, under the control of this hatred, Ying Ji will find a way to revenge and survive.
While he was deep in thought, Balian's shoulder suddenly felt pain, but it was Ying Ji who noticed his thoughts and bit her hard.
Bailian felt deeply guilty and regretful.
If he had firmed up his position and determination in the Zhongyou Dynasty, not to recognize her, not to involve her in the dispute in Shifang City...
Again How could I experience the pain and despair of a life and death separation again?
What he worried about finally happened.
"Although the drama of sacrificing oneself for life seems very touching, I think it is better to stop here."
A sudden voice suddenly echoed in the silent Changling Tomb.
Bailian was startled because he was very familiar with this voice.
He turned to look at the woman who was slowly coming from the dark shadow, his eyes darkened dangerously: "Is it you?"
Under the light of the jumping soul fire, there was an exquisite face. A beautiful face that doesn’t look like a living person.
She has a delicate appearance. Different from her usual plain clothes, she changed into a bright scarlet dress in this bleak ancient mausoleum.
Ninety-nine leaped down from the ancient monument. She walked gracefully and had a graceful posture. The long hair floating behind her was like a black cloud, almost blending with the darkness, wrapping her slender figure. red.
A woman's whole body also has a little bit of soul gleaming around her skirt.
She looked at Balian calmly and said seriously: "After all, if you die, I will have a headache."
There has been such a big commotion in the city recently. , I couldn't see her figure, but now she appears in the Soul Killing Mausoleum for no reason, and I don't know what she is planning?
At this moment, Ying Ji's life is in danger, and Bailian will never allow changes to happen. His eyes are cold: "Why are you here?"
Ninety-nine looked down at him: "This Changling This is the resting place prepared for me by my master, why do you think I am here?"
Bailian was stunned.
Ninety-nine walked slowly and sighed: "I really have a strange master. The puppet is a dead thing, but it is injected with commands and looks like a human being.
But puppets are not human beings after all, and they do not have to follow the principle of returning to dust and returning to dust
No matter how much we look like humans, the only path we follow is 'operation' and 'destruction'.
I will not experience death, nor will I find rest. Throwing it away in the ditch like garbage when it is useless is the correct way for humans to use us.
Like her, she would prepare a tomb of yellow sand and a long mausoleum for each puppet she created.
This move is really incredible to the puppets like us. ”
(End of this chapter)