He raised his flute and greeted him.
With a very simple movement, the ground was on fire, and the whole place was covered with silver-white cold fire.
The entire night sky was illuminated, the moonlight was swallowed up and overturned by the silver fire, and the outline of the moon shadow disappeared.
The blood-colored light blade swirling with lightning hit the jade flute in Balian's hand. The two forces collided and offset each other in a non-violent manner, and then fell into a brief silence.
The piled ruins of the attic silently turned into a sea of silver-white flames.
The sea of fire disappeared in an instant, leaving no trace of dust, as if the attic had never existed from the beginning.
Balian put away his flute and stood up. The pure blackness in his eyes dissipated, his pupils returned to normal, and his standing posture leaned forward slightly.
Fang Geyu had sharp eyes and stepped forward to support his cold arm, and then he saw continuous thin traces of blood pouring out from his pale and thin lips.
The jade flute in his hand turned into a blood-stained appearance at some point, and the faint red blood-weeping beads flickered continuously. As soon as he got close to Bailian's body, Fang Geyu's ears echoed with the sorrow of all ghosts, as if he were hearing hallucinations. The shrill sound of crying almost captured her soul.
Her face suddenly turned pale, and her whole body seemed to have been stabbed sharply by a needle. Her body was shaking violently, but her fingers subconsciously tightened and did not escape from Balian's side.
Bailian's eyes gradually regained their bright luster, and the place where Yougui Lang stood had long lost any trace of the ghost, and there was a trail of thick black blood remaining on the ground.
He held the jade flute tightly and rubbed it hard, shattering the cracks in the tiger's mouth. The blood stained the jade flute. The flute that swallowed the blood in his body turned red, and all the blood retreated into the Devil's Cry Pearl.
Everything returned to calm.
Fang Geyu's complexion gradually improved.
Bailian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said in a regretful tone: "Yougui Lang is cunning. He is not here. He escaped."
Heavy fog arose in the surrounding areas, enveloping the entire deserted house in this mysterious world of black mist, as if it was isolated into another world.
Neither the stars and moonlight from the outside nor the rich and pure spiritual power in Xianling City can penetrate.
Fang Geyu took a deep look at him and did not ask him what the vision was. Sensing the changes around her, she mused: "Even if his body is not eliminated, Yougui Lang can't bear it at this moment." With minor injuries, he activated the fog circle in the deserted house, trying to trap us here."
You Gui Lang was scared. He was killing people, why would he resort to such heresy.
If he hadn't been afraid, he would have taken action directly.
After all, it is a fierce and vicious ghost that has caused trouble for three thousand years, and the cunning rabbit has three holes.
Although Yougui Lang was not actually killed, everyone was so shocked that they lost their words when they looked at the string of black blood stains left on the ground.
Ying Xiu broke through the dark mist, and the bright red hunting coat swayed out. At night, his eyes were brighter and burning than fire, but his face was as pale as paper, and his voice was hoarse as if it had been scorched by charcoal fire: " Where did the jade flute in your hand... come from?!"
Balian: "..."
He has no past memory and doesn't know how to answer.
Seeing that he was silent, Ying Xiu's gentle appearance finally tore a hole, revealing a bloody and ferocious mouth!
His eyes were angry but also filled with deep confusion and incomprehension. His whole person was thin and surly, and even the demon-sealing sword in his hand was trembling slightly.
Hongying walked out of the darkness and called in a low voice: "His Royal Highness..."
Ying Xiu suddenly looked back, with a huge reaction. He stared at her with red eyes and said, "You just obeyed his order and retreated because he was holding the jade in his hand?"
There was actually a trace of grievance in his ferocity.
Hongying lowered her head and said: "With the Yin jade in hand, there is a heroic spirit in the middle, no one dares to disobey."
"Yin! Jade!" The two words were almost grinding between his teeth. There seemed to be a faint fire in his eyes, but it was still suppressed by the fact that he was extremely restrained.
He clutched his chest, took two heavy breaths, and sneered: "The huge celestial obsidian reaches up to the nine heavens and reaches down to the underworld. I only have one Netherworld Seal, and that is in the hands of my mother. You tell me now, The Yin Jade is now in the hands of a foreign boy? Hongying, I pity you for being blind, regardless of your fault in words, but I tell you! What he holds in his hand is definitely not my Zhongyou Jade Seal!"
"In this world, no one has the courage or the ability to steal the Yin Seal from my mother and refine it into something else!"
The look on Hong Ying's face was very light, neither humble nor arrogant, and she said calmly: "I have never said that my Chao Yin Seal has been stolen, and the empress is in charge of the Yin Seal. There is also the Sanyin King who is guarding the Chao Palace. His Highness also knows it very well. , Yin Xi will never stray out of the Zhongyou Kingdom."
Ying Xiu frowned, his eyes flickering brightly and darkly.
Hongying continued quietly: "I said this is Yin Jade, not a jade seal."
"Yin Jade is the foundation of the Jade Seal. Five hundred years ago, my Chao Xi Jade helped my father in the battle between good and evil, but was destroyed by the devil's fire. Later, my mother went down to the Nine Netherworld alone and entered the forest. Luo, using the blood of the Zhongyou royal family to attract a new piece of Yin jade in response, can a new Yin seal be tempered to consolidate the destiny of the country.
Hongying, what you mean by this is to tell me that besides my mother, there are other people who can freely come and go in the Nine Nether Realm and obtain the Yin Jade! "
Ying Xiu's voice was deep, not angry but powerful.
It's a pity that Hongying has always had an insufferable temper, and Ying Xiu, who has grown up with her since childhood, sometimes can't guess what she is thinking about writing.
She raised her eyebrows, but her heroic face under the black gauze revealed no emotion: "I can't answer the riddle in Your Highness's mind. If Your Highness is confused, it's better to ask His Majesty directly."
Ying Xiu opened his eyebrows and suppressed the mixed emotions in his eyes. His eyes returned to calmness and calmness, and he said in a cold voice: "When I go back this time, I will tell my mother everything that happened today and ask for an answer."
He turned his eyes and looked at Balian, frowning calmly: "Do you know where that jade flute is made?"
Bailian said: "I'm not deaf."
Ying Xiu was speechless again, then he calmed down and said, "The Yin Jade is related to the great destiny of our Zhongyou Dynasty. I wonder if you would be willing to give me this flute?"
Balian glanced at him and said seriously: "This is my thing."
For a Zhongyou person, Yin Jade is of great significance and symbolizes a unique identity. Bailian's words are undoubtedly like a spark falling into the frying pan. Ying Xiu's heart is burning, and the red emotion in his eyes can hardly be suppressed. Suddenly a violent rage arose.
When the anger swelled to a certain extreme, the flames of fire surged wildly, and the surrounding areas were scorched to death.
But strangely, Ying Xiu calmed down.
He took a deep look at Bai Lian, but did not threaten him, nor did he take action to rob him. He said calmly: "I hope you will take care of yourself."
With that said, he led Wu Bu and disappeared into the silent mist.
Hongying looked back, her eyes covered with a face facing Bai Lian. She was silent for a moment, and soon followed Ying Xiu's leaving figure, gradually drifting away.
