These corpses of white bones accumulated into mountains have long since lost their souls, turning into the most evil and strange resentment in the world and blending under these huge bones.
Numerous faint eyes stared at Bai Lian coldly and emotionlessly. The giant white bone palm that was shattered by the wish bead kept bursting out with green Yin Qi. It seemed that it would be difficult to heal and repair it for a while.
The giant bone raised its other hand again, covering most of the night sky like the sky and the moon, and shot it in the direction of Bai Lian.
An extremely powerful and terrifying energy burst out from the palm of the giant bone, and the sinister wind blew away the grass on the land, and even the green grass and trees ten miles away fell down like reeds.
Only Balian felt a strong suction pulling him under the terrifying bone palm.
Bai Lian took a step forward, and the Suzaku Coffin turned into golden light and streaked into the green water and jade. He actually abandoned this ancient coffin that could control flying.
He was like a light feather picked up by the strong wind, floating weightlessly towards the palm of the giant bone.
The red clothes on his body made a rustling noise, the white hairband that bound his hair was caught somewhere, and his long black hair was messed up by the strong wind.
The young man's face became blurred in the shadows, and the thickly painted eyebrows under the black hair were vaguely visible, and they looked unusually mysterious and profound.
That huge bony palm came with a fierce force, and in an instant, Bailian's tiny figure was submerged under the palm.
The crimson blood mist was misty and condensed on the swaying treetops in the dark mist. The heroic spirit Hongying arrived here from the battlefield on the other side in a very short time.
There was blood flowing between her fingers, and the blade suddenly shone with a cold, bright red sheen, as if she was preparing to rescue the unrelated young man at the end of his life.
The next moment, her fingertips trembled slightly, as if she sensed something, and she tilted her head slightly in disbelief, feeling a little surprised.
Balian's figure mysteriously disappeared under the bone hand in an extremely subtle moment, leaving no trace. Only the faint smell of blood lingering in his clothes could be smelled in the air.
Under the madness, I don’t know where the breeze comes from.
When he was looking for it again, Bailian appeared on the back of Skeleton Hand.
The terrifying blow just now was in vain.
The crimson broad robe and long sleeves fluttered in the ghostly wind, like the richly colored flaming flags on the battlefield.
The Bone Mountain was majestic, and the nine heavens above his head seemed to be very close to him. The clear moonlight penetrated the dark clouds and fell on him like an arrow piercing the forest.
The young man stood there, showing a thin and tall figure in the moonlight.
The white-bone giant roared in anger and cracked the sky for nine days. He raised his hand high and pushed Bai Lian to the highest point.
It was extremely cold up there, and a thick layer of white frost formed between Balian's eyelashes. He raised his arm and collapsed, and the jade flute in his hand that looked extremely noble and fragile was inserted into the bones at his feet.
The cracked wound on the palm of the hand has not healed, and blood is flowing down the body of the flute.
The arms raised high above his head suddenly froze, as if they were imprisoned by some kind of force.
The empty eye sockets of thousands of skulls continued to burst out with shrill firelight.
Standing on the top of the tree, Hongying's body trembled slightly. Even though they were far apart, she deeply felt an innate domineering and noble power knocking on her heart and soul, making her kneel down and surrender.
This strange feeling, even the spiritual master she said she served, Ying Xiu, had never given her such a strong feeling.
The huge raised bone arm was not like Fang Geyu's talisman fire attack. There were countless corpses and white bones withering away, but Fang Geyu saw it very clearly, and his apricot eyes widened.
The dark fire contained in the eyes of the skeleton and white bones entrenched between the bony arms seemed to have been extinguished by a heavy rain, instantly turning into empty and dark eye sockets.
The sound of cracking bones spread throughout the fields. The huge bone arm like a tower collapsed inch by inch. Bone fragments and white ash fell to the ground. The dancing snow turned into fine snow dust and fell quietly.
The stars break through the darkness, and the waning moon becomes full.
Bailian twitched the jade flute but did not play it, but the sound of Qingyue flute could be heard in the wind. Under the crumbling and peeling white bones, a gap appeared in the green resentful body.
The rich Yin Qi spurted out like a spring. As Bailian raised his arms, the spring-like power of Yin resentment was like a tide set off by a huge force. The magnificent waves surged one after another. Flowing into the jade flute in Bai Lian's hand.
The huge mountain of bones was collapsing, and Balian was falling from high in the sky.
It seemed that this victory was extremely easy, but Bailian's face had turned completely pale, and the piccolo in his hand could hardly be held, and it might slip from his palm at any time.
So much so that when the flying broken bones and broken fingers came towards him, he couldn't even block it.
His cheeks and clothes were cut, and his body continued to fall, hitting the huge skeleton heavily, creating a deep crater in the giant bone.
The power of resentment in the skeleton was not extinguished, and the terrifying counter-shock force almost cracked the bones of Baili Pian's body.
Amidst the bone dust that filled the sky, Balian stood up unsteadily, and drops of blood were dripping from his clothes. They fell on the white skeleton, and then poured out the gaps between the bones. of Yin Fire.
The clouds are clear and the moon is white, the wind is shining brightly on the snow.
Half of Balian's cheeks were dyed red, and there was no expression in his deep blood-red eyes. He walked step by step to the heart of the giant bone, where Ji Ying's bones were buried.
The soul contained between the brows of her pale skull has become extremely dim, as if it may be extinguished at any time.
The patched coarse linen dress had already been shattered into wisps of cloth all over the sky in that battle, and the white bones were about to be swallowed up. The deceased was unconscious, but the bones seemed to feel Balian's gaze.
Click, click, click...
The pale skeletal arms stretched towards him.
Balian half-crouched down, holding the cold hand bone, and raised her heavy and difficult arm. She inserted the edgeless jade flute into the pile of bones and pried it hard, shattering the surrounding force that was devouring her. .
Among the broken bones, he pulled out most of Ji Ying's bones.
The giant bone lying on the ground let out a roar, and the other handless arm hit him hard in the chest!
Bailian's back tensed up, he didn't dodge or dodge, he didn't pull out his flute, he adjusted his position slightly, and actually resisted the blow with his back wide open.
This time, Balian felt that his entire back was no longer his, and the pain was so numb.
More blood spilled from the corners of his lips and dripped down.
Balian didn't notice that a drop of blood fell into the brow of the white bones he was protecting.
The dim soul quickly absorbed the drop of blood and jumped silently.
He tightened his lips and felt the whistling sound coming from his ears again. It was obvious that the huge bone ghost under his feet did not want him to rescue Ji Ying, so he launched another offensive and was bound to slap her back into his arms. in the body.
