Si Kong looked very confused: "No... no... you can actually see it? How is that possible?"
Bailian said: "I can see it, and I can see it very clearly."
Sikong took a hard step back.
Balian took a deep breath and said, "I will pull out the sword for you and give you freedom. In exchange, you let us two go."
Si Kong, as an ancient and great being among the zombie demons, even though he heard such shocking words with his own ears, he was able to suppress his throbbing and crazy emotions in a very short period of time.
He raised his arms gracefully, and the blood rain dissipated under the sky.
The white bones and corpse ashes floating in the air seemed to have completed some kind of mission, falling like dead ashes.
He smiled very decisively and said: "The contract is established."
Balian quickly took off his robe and carefully gathered all the corpse ashes into his clothes and wrapped them up.
Wen Hanwei said, "No."
When Balian said she saw a sword stuck in his heart, she had already guessed the man's identity.
If this devil is allowed to go out, the world will be in chaos!
As the Ninth Chapter of Taixuan, she would never allow such a thing to happen under her nose.
Sikong smiled at Bailian: "Your woman seems a little disobedient. Do you need me to help you kill her?"
Baili stood up, protected Wen Hanwei, looked at Sikong and said seriously: "The corpse demon clan seems to attach great importance to contracts. If so, then we will add a condition to our contract. I will let you go free, and you must agree. I must not do anything that violates the order of the world, I must not hurt innocent people, and I must not feed on humans for my own blood thirst. If you promise me, you will be free from today on."
This time, Wen Hanwei was silent.
Si Kong touched his smooth chin and looked at him with a half-smile: "Freedom is certainly valuable, but as a noble being like me, I really don't like to be bound by so many conditions. How about..."
Balian didn't wait for what he would do next, he directly drew out the small silver sword and put it against his heart.
"This matter is about me making a request to you, not me negotiating with you peacefully. If you don't agree, then you will stay here forever."
He took a step forward and suddenly smiled: "I'll accompany you."
Si Kong had lived for so many years that he could not even count, and had never seen such a weak but arrogant guy.
Watching the delicate and pale young man in front of him approaching him in the darkness.
Most of them lost their lives at a very young age, their bones were not fully grown yet, and the hand holding the sword to the heart looked so fragile and easily broken.
But even so, Sikong felt that such a weak and young demon was invading his world.
He raised his right hand helplessly, and a bright red blood line split open in the palm of his hand. The blood overflowed, forming a pattern of blood pupils. Si Kong said as if he was taking an oath: "I agree to your terms."
As the voice fell, the blood in his palm quickly turned black, then merged into the bloody crack, and the scar quickly healed and disappeared.
But the contract oath has been integrated into his body and must not be violated.
Balian then put down the small sword in his hand and came three steps in front of Si Kong. He nodded slightly and said, "I'm sorry."
Seeing that he was as serious as an old man who adhered to etiquette in the world, Si Kong couldn't help but smile.
"Being able to see it and being able to pull it out are two different things. If you fail to pull out this sword, you will disappoint me, but you will have to pay a very heavy price."
Balian's palm had already come to his heart, holding the sword of punishment that could not be seen or touched by others.
He looked into Sikong's eyes, with some inexplicable emotions, and said: "Perhaps what you said is very likely, but you have to try it before you know, right?"
That's what he said, but Bailian didn't know where the feeling and confidence came from. He felt that he was the only one who was most suitable to pull out this sword.
In other words, the sword inserted into Si Kongxin's mouth seemed to be waiting for him to pull it out.
Without any hindrance, he moved his wrist, and countless golden lights gathered under his palm like tassels to form a sword.
Balian didn't hesitate. There was the warm touch of the sword hilt under his palm, and he pumped his arm hard.
The sword has been separated from the body.
Immediately, the sword in his palm turned into countless fireflies of light and dispersed.
Si Kong covered his heart with an incredulous expression.
Feeling that the power that was once lost is gradually awakening from deep within the body.
If anything, his name is taboo in the world.
So, for this young man to touch the sword of the Immortal Lord with his body as a corpse demon, that is definitely disrespectful to the gods of heaven and earth!
However, the sky is peaceful, as if the great immortal is sleeping peacefully.
Balian rubbed his brows tiredly and said, "This time, not to mention your Excellency, even I am very interested in my identity."
The joy of new life and freedom from 10,000 years of loneliness is absolutely enough to override anything else.
Sikong's cold temperament couldn't help but have a brighter flavor. He smiled meaningfully at Bailian: "You must keep your word. Step over the throne behind me and you will enter the human world. Let's go. .”
Seeing that he didn't seem to be in any hurry to leave this place, Bai Lian couldn't help but be startled and said, "You won't leave?"
Sikong Xin stretched his long body and said: "I have been sealed for a long time, and the human world is no longer the world I know. Although I am noble, powerful, and unparalleled in beauty, if I am so incomplete, Now that I am in this world, I feel sorry for my hard-won freedom."
Balian was silent for a moment, seeming to be struggling, but he still asked: "Your Excellency Si Kong, I have something that I don't understand. Could you please answer it for me?"
Sikong was so thoughtful that he couldn't see through his thoughts. He raised his eyelids gracefully and said, "You want to ask, whose bones belong to you?"
"Um."
Sikong showed a malicious smile: "It's so regretful that I want to cry. That person is my lifelong best friend. I promised him that I will not mention his name to the world again. As a qualified friend, I I also hope that he can rest in peace forever."
Liar.
This was the first thought in Balian's mind.
Sure enough, this person has a bad character.
If he was truly a close friend, why would he let his bones be buried in the desert sands, with no earth to cover them and no tombstones to be erected.
How could he attack so ruthlessly just now, leaving no room for retreat?
He simply didn't want to answer and wanted to see him continue to suffer and struggle.
At this time, Wen Hanwei tossed her ring from behind and said, "Fortunately, the name of the owner of this corpse."
Balian's body stiffened slightly, and he muttered the name: "Demon Prison...Xingwu?"
Sikong looked at the ring and laughed: "The Nine Taixuan Sutras are really extraordinary when you see them."
Wen Hanwei frowned, obviously she still had something to say, but through the scarlet lines on the man's face, she saw the strange look under his dangerous long eyes.
