The knife was extremely insidious and vicious, piercing directly through his chest. The dark energy destroyed the meridians in his limbs and bones, and the cold feeling of death instantly enveloped him.
Bailian was also cold all over, not because he saw the miserable state of Baili Xianxian, but when he heard the word 'Pazi', he felt something was wrong and he had not yet sorted out all the clues. , the chill instantly surged from his back to his scalp!
His entire mind was blank, there was no extra time left for him to think, and he even forgot how terrifying the snake was.
Balian summoned the piccolo without hesitation, and his Dantian and Youfu were both bright. The red orb at the tail of the flute burst with tears. The spiritual power and the power of darkness were unreservedly released in an instant. He was almost horrified. Piccolo threw it in the direction of the scales reflected in the darkness.
The sound of the flute is like thousands of ghosts crying together, crushing all the darkness!
The scarlet pearl light illuminated part of the body outline of the big snake. The piccolo fell and hit the big snake's body, but there was a cracking sound.
Just like a hammer smashing a mirror, the big snake that couldn't see the full picture was like a flower in the mirror, shattered into pieces and turned into nothing.
Balian's hair stood on end for a moment.
It turned out to be a false image.
There was a buzzing sound, and the space above everyone's heads was opened by a huge black mirror. The mirror reflected the same world, but in the mirror, there was an outline of a terrifying snake silhouette.
The big snake swam quickly in the mirror. The head of the big snake, wrapped in darkness, opened its mouth to bite in a certain direction, and the space it bit was missing.
There was only one person in that space.
It's Fang Geyu.
Balian raised his head stiffly and blankly, his hands and feet were cold as he saw the huge mouth of the big snake rising high, and the girl in the fiery red wedding dress and the broken demon vine disappeared under the huge mouth.
The mountains and rivers are of the same color, but both places are vast.
My heart is also confused.
"Geyu!" The pale-faced Li Jiujiu screamed, summoning the courage that he didn't know where the sword came from, broke away from the protection of the demon vine, and rushed towards the bitten space with his sword.
The breath from the big snake has not dissipated in that space, and it is still connected to the mirror world.
Li Jiujiu knew that she was being stupid again. She was incompetent and powerless, cowardly and incompetent. Even if she rushed over stupidly, she could not change anything.
But……
That bastard Fang Geyu knew they were friends.
Li Jiujiu, who was scared to death by the darkness and the big snake just a moment ago, resolutely rushed out, but there was a lotus fire burning silently in the darkness, its color was gleaming, but it gave people a sense of ruthlessness for no reason, and the big snake's Wipe the breath and burn it completely.
Li Jiujiu wasted no time and did not fall into the mirror world.
She froze there with her sword dazed, her delicate little face covered with tears.
Li Jiujiu looked at Su Jing, speechless and choked with sobs.
Su Jing's expression was calm, her clear eyes were as cold as moonlight, her lowered eyelashes slowly raised, and she calmly uttered two words: "Want to die?"
Li Jiujiu said nothing, and the tears in his eyes became more intense.
The aura of the big snake that could not be seen clearly in the mirror completely disappeared into the darkness. The bronze door that could not be seen clearly in the real world was clearly reflected in the black mirror.
They were two giant doors that were full of moss and ancient marks, one of which was large enough to accommodate the entire Ghost Mountain First Realm world.
The mottled blood stains left by Benizakura and Yuukiro still remained and had not dissipated.
The two doors that were originally wide open were closed after the big snake swallowed Fang Geyu and returned to the world behind the door, and the rich dark atmosphere also restrained most of it.
Although it cannot be said that it is safe to disappear completely, it will not spread directly into the first realm. It is like the retreating sea water, gradually exposing part of the second realm.
Seeing this scene, the monks breathed a sigh of relief.
But Balian's heart was filled with a violent aura, which could not be blocked, and he was unable to struggle and resist. It was almost impossible for him to suppress the erosion of the demonic intent of the long river of blood, and the violent intent of the blood could not stop. The eyes were closely focused on him, and Baili Xianxian groaned in pain.
It turned out that the knuckles of the five fingers holding his body turned white and were about to embed themselves into his flesh.
Bailian lowered his head and glanced at him, and saw the red look of his own eyes in Baili Xianxian's frightened and horrified eyes.
His consciousness was disorganized, and there was a buzzing sound in his ears.
At this time, Ning Feiyan's sweet laughter came from not far away: "Young Master Xianxian is really extraordinary. In such darkness, you still have the courage to open your eyes and see the world. I am so impressed by you."
In the dark night, her silhouette was beautiful and graceful, and the strong wind blew her purple robe, outlining her graceful and delicate body. For a moment, she looked even more fascinating than her appearance.
The mountains and rivers are speechless, and the wind is blowing.
Balian opened his eyes and looked at her. Those eyes that were a circle larger than an ordinary person were as deep and bottomless as a dry well, pitch black and boundless.
It was as if the scarlet and ferocious look in his eyes just now was just an illusion.
He became unusually calm.
Under the control of his mind, the jade flute exploded with spiritual power, whizzing towards it, causing a faint sound of thunder and dragon roar.
Yin jade is the seal, and the seal is the symbol of the king. Even if it is the Zhongyou Dynasty of Ghost Dao, the king has the aura of respecting the dragon.
The female assassin named Hongzhuang instantly felt the threat. She snorted coldly and flipped out a huge bone-cutting knife from her billowing cloak. She folded her body into a spin and heard a roar. Her thin body actually cut out an extremely domineering knife. , the violent wind and waves cut the entire space in half.
The jade flute that was speeding towards seemed to have encountered resistance and was frozen in mid-air.
Balian took a step forward, used his fingers as swords, and pressed them against the forehead and soul. His mental power floated out of his body and turned into substantial light.
Ning Feiyan raised his eyebrows when he saw this scene, and was a little surprised to see how pure and condensed the countless spiritual powers that had condensed into silvery white threads from his fingertips were.
It is impossible for a Talisman Master who has been practicing for hundreds of years to have such pure and condensed spiritual power, but he does have a clean and transparent soul.
The spiritual light thread ignores space and speed and merges into the jade flute. The smooth jade body of the flute is lightly outlined with silvery-white divine patterns, painted all the way to the end. The light thread is immortal and climbs up, depicting growth from the end. A silvery white branch sprouts out, like a branch of some mysterious ancient tree.
The sword trend is broken!
A wisp of extremely deep and extremely cold frost was like a terrifying force attached to the frozen earth, and like a heavy hammer from the Frost and Snow God, it hit Hongzhuang's shoulder hard.
At this moment, the cold and silent woman finally let out an angry and unwilling scream. Her right shoulder was broken and shattered, and her purple cloak was also torn open with several cracks. Blood spattered out from the cracks and quickly froze into frost.
She was thrown dozens of meters away, and the mask covering her face was like ice and snow blown away by the wind, peeling off inch by inch into mottled iron filings under the strong and cold force.
