The originally stern eyes seemed to be stained with a layer of darkness at the moment of calming down and adjusting his breath.
Bailian took the medicine powder from Lin Guiyuan's hand, sprinkled it on his injured arm, lowered his head and said, "Isn't your name Jinsheng? Why do they all call you Lord Yuanli?"
As soon as Jinsheng opened his mouth, he choked out a mouthful of blood. He calmly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his still intact left hand and said, "My name is Jinsheng, and Yuanli is the name of this sword."
Balian calmly glanced at the long black gold sword quietly lying on his lap, and laughed softly: "No one is famous for his sword."
Jinsheng's expression froze for a moment, then he smiled bitterly and said: "That's right. The Thirteen Swords of the Tianxi are passed down from generation to generation. The swords remain when people live, and when people die, the swords will remain."
As he spoke, his eyes moved slightly, and fell between Balian's pale and thin arms. He suddenly asked, "What's the matter with the wound on your arm?"
Balian was surprised, he remembered that his arm was not injured.
Following his gaze, he saw two red dots the size of pinholes between his arms.
The red spot looked very deep, so it was not a natural red mole, but rather a mark left by being stabbed by something sharp.
But he has been sleeping for two hundred years, and according to common sense, the corpse demon's constitution can recover from such a minor wound in less than half a stick of incense.
But these two little red spots were engraved on his skin like some kind of brand, giving people an indelible feeling.
And Jinsheng understood this, so he asked more questions.
The red spots were not very obvious, and Bailian didn't pay much attention to them on weekdays. It wasn't until Jinsheng mentioned it today that he realized there were two red spots on his arms.
Balian gently pressed the two red dots with his fingers and asked doubtfully: "It's strange, it's not painful or itchy, when did they appear?"
Jinsheng lowered his head and stared, frowning and said, "It looks like a snake bite. Did you encounter a snake demon in the mountains?"
The one that can bite the corpse demon's skin is definitely not an ordinary snake.
Balian thought about it for a moment and said: "I have never encountered a snake in the mountains for so long. I guess I was bitten by a snake before I was alive. It's nothing serious. It's not painful or itchy. But it's you. , since he is a disciple of Tianxi, how could he go to the Ancient Cave of Ten Thousand Demons to practice in seclusion and torture himself into what he is now."
Jinsheng smiled helplessly and said: "The Thirteen Swords of Tianxi are famous all over the world. The first to third swords have successfully broken through the tribulation many years ago, and their strength has reached the realm of soul enlightenment.
The sect master has high hopes for us. Over the past few hundred years, my brothers and sisters and I have been concentrating on practicing in seclusion. But just a few months ago, all nine of my brothers and sisters were in our own sect overnight. Among the sword tablets, I am the only one who has inspired destiny, successfully overcome the tribulation, and squeezed into the legendary realm of soul enlightenment..."
When he said this, the smile on his face became a bit bitter and self-deprecating.
"I'm the only one standing still. Little Corpse Demon, do you know that three hundred years ago, I was just a mortal who didn't know how to cultivate. The sect master accepted me as his direct disciple and how happy I was to give him the sword soul.
But at that time, I also knew that my spiritual roots were not the best, and even far inferior to some of the inner disciples in the Tianxi Sword Sect.
It just resonated with the sword soul and became Tianxi's smallest sword. They all said... Tianxi's thirteenth sword is the most prestigious one.
I was unwilling to give up, so I took my sword to the Ancient Cave of Ten Thousand Demons. The Kite Brutal Sword was born because of the evil spirit. It is a ball of the soul of heaven and earth condensed by the nine-day evil thunder that thunders around the mountains all the year round. The greater the evil evil spirit, the faster the progress of my practice. In this world, the place with the strongest evil spirit is the Ancient Cave of Ten Thousand Demons. "
Bailian said: "Don't be impatient when practicing. If you are eager to make progress and force yourself to practice, it will harm your body and mind. In addition, coupled with the forcible interference of the five disciples of the Ten Thousand Beasts Palace, let alone breaking through, you can survive the catastrophe. It’s a miracle to save one’s life.”
He turned his head and glanced at the two dark corpses on the ground, frowned and said:
"Ordinary practitioners would never think of taking the initiative to touch the Heavenly Tribulation. Those five disciples came very strangely. Combined with the two people of unknown origin today, I think you must have been targeted."
Jinsheng struggled to stretch his injured right hand, and he sneered: "While glory accompanies it, danger will always be there."
Bai Lian sprinkled the last bit of medicine in his hand and touched Xiaoluer's head.
"Since it is a matter of life and death, it is natural that you have to hide it from everyone outside. But there are still people disturbing you at the critical moment of overcoming the tribulation. Naturally, there is a problem within your sect."
Although he really didn't want to admit this point of view, Jinsheng had to agree with Bailian's statement.
He leaned his back tiredly against the tree, spread out his trembling and twitching right hand, and his eyes were heavy and deep.
Then he laughed at himself and said, "It's not worthy of its name... Heh, that's really good."
Now, it is difficult for him to even draw his sword.
Now he can be said to have forced himself into a dead end. Being disturbed by others in seclusion does not mean that he is lucky enough to survive a disaster.
But at the critical moment, he extradited Tianlei to Yuanli Sword and sealed it in the scabbard.
Once the sword is drawn, the punishment of thunder can be rained down.
In his current state, he cannot survive this catastrophe.
And the calamity cannot be overcome whenever you want.
If this continues for a long time, Yuan Rui's carrying sword will inevitably break and shatter, or it will attract uncontrollable thunder from the sky, killing him to death without a burial place.
There was a soft snap.
His right hand was suddenly covered and held by a cold palm. Jinsheng looked up at Bailian in astonishment.
The corners of his mouth raised into a smile, and there was no comfort in his eyes. His calm eyes seemed to be telling a reality.
"Every time I see you mention your Tianxi Sect Master, a bright and cheerful color will appear on your face. I think he must be a very remarkable person.
Since such a great big shot has chosen you, he naturally sees something in you that others don’t have. Just because he believes in you, can’t you believe in yourself? "
The calm tone seemed to have some magical power, pouring into Jin Sheng's heart.
He laughed and said: "Yes, the sect master is a thousand-year-old immortal. His far-sightedness cannot be compared with that of ordinary people."
Even though Balian's words could not change his current predicament.
But Jinsheng's state of mind, in which he seemed to have reached the end of his road, had quietly undergone a huge change.
Even if it is a dead end, he will still find a new way out, even if it is bloody!
The rain has stopped, and the barrier has been restored to its original state.
However, those towering ancient trees that were split could no longer grow densely for a while.
Jinsheng was seriously injured, and he did not have a second magical fruit to stabilize his injury.
He believed that Jin Sheng might no longer have the physical strength to fight.
Although the superficial crisis and the enemy have been overcome, Balian's deep gaze fell on those brightly lit tree houses.
He firmly believes that...the real crisis has not passed.
At this time, the blood in his body that maintained his physical strength and sanity seemed to be almost exhausted. There was a humming sound in his stomach, which woke up the resting deer nearby.
Jin Sheng seemed to have reached his limit, and fell asleep leaning against the big tree tiredly, holding the Yuan Sword tightly in his arms as if it was his own life.
Lu'er bit the hem of Bailian's clothes, and then raised her round butt very wisely.
