Balian only felt that every breath he exhaled contained an extremely strong bloody aura.
His entire soul was filled with blood.
How could he easily withstand the power of the Demon River that could not be destroyed even by the power of divine punishment after tens of millions of years?
His weak soul is like a small boat in the vast ocean, and will be submerged at any time.
At the critical moment, the transparent corpse bead in Bailian's dantian rotated faintly, and a thin green light like a young snake slowly emerged from it, swimming up along Bailian's internal meridians.
This green light came in time and was life-saving. The small ball of green energy actually helped Balian share a lot of pain in a very short period of time and absorbed a lot of the turbulent power contained in the demon river.
But this is far from enough to relieve Bailian's current crisis.
The river was flowing continuously, and the blood-colored cobwebs had even spread all over Balian's body, even though the appearance of his body had not changed at all.
But only Balian himself knows that when his soul reaches a saturated state, he will definitely go crazy and die.
That green light seems to be able to absorb the pure spiritual energy between heaven and earth. That spiritual energy does not belong to any of the five elements, but it is absolutely pure and awe-inspiring.
The speed of the green light surged, and it came to the sword mark between his heart.
The flowers on the other side bloom like fire.
The talent of 'devouring' was fully ignited at this moment.
There seemed to be an invisible giant mouth around Balian's body, swallowing up all the power that was about to overflow from his soul into the flowers and leaves.
As the small silver sword in his palm trembled, the blood-colored spider web covering the surface of Balian's body quickly faded.
Lin Yuan's heart almost rose to her throat. She couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Bai Lian half-kneeling on the ground, her face pale but already regaining consciousness.
Silently, Balian put the small silver sword into the green jade, and then opened his palms.
With a random movement of the heart, a bloody manjushuahua suddenly bloomed from the palm of his hand.
From blooming to withering, Bailian clearly felt the terrifying devouring power brought by that flower.
Like a cyclone, it turned in a circle, and the spiritual power between heaven and earth was instantly absorbed into his body in a compressed to the extreme form, and then exploded in his body and washed his meridians.
Such a practice method that gets twice the result with half the effort can't help but make Bai Lian stunned.
He looked at his palm blankly and thought to himself: Is this the power of the river of blood?
He seemed to have awakened to something extraordinary...
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When Bailian and Jinsheng met, he was sitting on an ancient tree chatting away, his legs dangling.
He looked at Balian with a depressed expression, frowned and said: "Didn't you say that the most difficult task is left to me to solve? I have carefully laid out a lot of formation traps here, and have been busy all day, but you Tell me... everything has been resolved, even those two Demon Sect puppets..."
When he mentioned these two people, he seemed to have touched something unsavory, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
He laughed softly and said, "Haha, you are really capable. You solved these two ghosts that I couldn't even deal with in just a few clicks. It's amazing."
Faced with Jinsheng's anger, Bailian responded calmly without blushing, "Actually, the task I gave you is to stay here honestly. You have successfully completed the task, and you deserve verbal praise."
"Go away!" Jin Sheng spat: "Why didn't I realize that you are such a thick-skinned person before? And you, Meng Zifei! Why are you laughing! It's you I'm talking about. Didn't I tell you to find out what's behind the puppetry? Is it someone else’s? It’s so embarrassing to come back empty-handed.”
Meng Zifei was slightly startled, the complexity in his eyes fleeting, and then he smiled and said, "It's Mr. Meng who is incompetent and has failed to live up to expectations."
Bailian didn't take it seriously and said: "Young Master Meng, don't worry about it. Those two puppets are already so troublesome. The people behind them must be extremely humane. It is reasonable for Young Master Meng to return without success. It would be better to say that the plan was laid out at that time." At this time, it is indeed inappropriate to assign the most dangerous task to Mr. Meng."
"Brother Si Chen, what are you talking about? Mr. Meng's life was given to him by Brother Si Chen, so there is no need to say this."
Mr. Meng had a smile on his face, but when he met Bailian's warm eyes, he instantly had the illusion that everything was being seen through, and the cold sweat on his back was actually a chill of nervousness.
The water in the river receded, and the power of blood never merged into the entire endless sea.
After the silver sword absorbed the river of blood, he watched from across the sea.
I saw countless corpses of fish wives and sirens scattered in the endless sea, as if their essence had been drained, and there was no longer the scene of the bloodthirsty madness.
In the distance, above the Ancient Cave of Ten Thousand Demons, which is like a ghostly realm, the scarlet demon pupil across the sky gradually closed and disappeared.
It was as if the changes in the mountains and rivers had come to an end with the end of the disaster in the mountain environment.
Bai Lian and others stood on a hilltop of Kongcang Mountain, looking at the villages and tribes at the foot of the mountain. Most of them were destroyed in this violent demon tide and corpse sea.
The setting sun reflects on the dilapidated villages and tribes. The houses have been destroyed and collapsed. There is no more smoke and smoke. The cattle and sheep have returned to the leisurely life of the deep alleys.
Wails are everywhere, blood and bones are everywhere, and everything is filled with shocking misery and sorrow.
Bailian stared at it for a long time, and finally withdrew his gaze and said, "Shall we go back to the mountain first?"
When the five people came to the canyon mountain range at the entrance to the mountain realm, Bailian slowly raised his palms while looking at the half-collapsed mountain peak and the cracks in the gorge that had been chewed up by the zombie tide.
The golden platform spiritual seal in the palm exudes a faint sacred light, and the barrier formation is reunited.
The falling and shattered rocks rumbled and circled up into the sky, as if time had gone backwards. Under that magical power, the dark and defeated mountain range actually recovered at an astonishing speed.
A stick of incense passed.
Bailian lowered his arms with a pale face, looked down at the Jintai Spiritual Seal that had dimmed due to the lack of spiritual power, and murmured: "Is this the power of the Mountain God?"
Lin Yuan on the side looked at Bailian with a complex expression and said: "Yes, this is the status symbol of the Lord of Kongcang Mountain. The Golden Platform Spirit Seal has infinite magical functions and was the result of Lord Shanfu's lifelong efforts."
Bailian closed his fist and said, "In this way, all the creatures in this mountain are also related to me."
Just as the mountain father said at the beginning, he will not be bound by this mountain, but he has the responsibility to protect the peace of this place.
Nowadays, the river of blood does not need to be sealed in the mountain realm. Half of it is in his body and the other half hides the sword. It does not need to be kept in the mountain realm like the mountain father.
Balian looked up at the majestic mountains. The moonlight illuminated his face with straight features and extremely handsome features.
He thought to himself: In the future, this will be his new home.
Even if you wander, you have a place to return.
After passing through the mountain formation barrier, they set foot in the mountain realm again. Everything was silent, as if even the wind in the mountain carried a strong sense of death.
Lin Guiyuan remained silent, silently looking at the remains on the ground.
There was not much change in expression on his dead face.
The desolate moonlight shines on his blood-covered robe, which is clearly so dazzling, but gives people a very faint and blurry feeling.
