The female demon king heard the implication of his words and instantly became furious: "You are such a cunning boy. Before my head has been restored, you still think that I will protect you along the way?! How can there be such a good thing in the world? !”
Balian gave her a very fake but very pretty eyebrow curve in return.
At this time, the sword intent lingering on the cold sword blade that was inserted deep into Sili's heart began to burn, and golden sword fire and flowing blood spurted out.
Knowing that it was the critical moment to draw the sword, the female demon lord stared solemnly and became quiet.
The sword fire and blood are burning, but the sword wind that rises is cold and bone-gnawing.
The white steam lifted up Balian's bangs on his forehead, and a touch of frost quickly condensed on his messy hair.
As the golden ancient sword in his hand sank deeper and deeper, the blood on his palm that was scratched by the sword's edge stopped dripping, and the crystal red liquid condensed into frost.
Snapped!
A slight sound sounded from Balian's forehead.
His skin cracked without warning, and blood-red flowers bloomed on his face.
This is not a good sign. If you don't let go of the sword, it won't just be the skin on your cheek that will be shattered.
The sword wind slowly flowed between heaven and earth. Hongzhuang looked twice more, and her eyes hurt as if they were stabbed by a sharp sword.
She took two steps back in shock, frightened by the ancient and vast sword intent. Under the solemn and solemn killing effect of the ancient sword, she could not hold back any anger in her heart.
She couldn't understand why, even if His Majesty the Demon Lord could directly face the overwhelming power of the ancient sword, why this kid was not forced to retreat by the sword's power after touching it.
How could he withstand the fear brought by the ancient killing soldiers stained with the blood of countless gods and Buddhas?
Balian's forehead and pupils were also covered with a light layer of frost along with his hair, and the vision in front of him became blurred. The ancient sword he saw gradually transformed into a complex world.
He seemed to see heaven and earth on a sword.
A world that has experienced eternal vicissitudes and is strange to people.
The thin lines on the sword are mysterious, but they give Balian the feeling that this is not a self-generated existence of heaven and earth, but more like an ancient road in the starry sky opened up by the gods with their thoughts.
Baili'an Lingtai flashed, and the door of the mansion opened wide. Wisps of pure spiritual power like clear springs slowly seeped into the traces of the ancient roads.
The sword patterns created with spiritual thoughts can naturally accept spiritual power.
Although those who major in spiritual power do not account for the majority in the mainland.
But all over the world, immortals are like stars, and there is never a shortage of geniuses who practice hard spiritual power.
Hongzhuang thought blankly, but since the birth of Tianyao Continent, it seems that there has never been a precedent for the Heavenly Sword to be able to accept the spiritual power of the world.
She was shocked and confused as to why this young man could do this.
If she could open her eyes and take a serious look at Balian, she would be able to see that the spiritual power displayed by Balian at this moment is extremely pure and without any impurities, like a rootless rain that has not been stained by the troubled world.
Falling into the sword is like a baptism, washing away the fine and continuous lines in the sword.
Hongzhuang forced herself to stay strong and glanced at His Majesty the Demon King. She was shocked to find that she was taking a nap with her eyes closed, without any surprise or shock.
The strong wind made her look pale.
She thought seriously about what kind of boy Ning Feiyan had planned.
The dense and detailed sword patterns on the Heavenly Sword were lit up inch by inch.
But Hong Zhuang, who is familiar with the power and mystery of the Heavenly Sword, knows that the sword pattern that has been cultivated for hundreds of millions of years is no longer a sword pattern.
Each of the lines represents a mountain, a sea, a mountain river, and thousands of years.
What kind of continuous mental power is needed to ignite all the lines of this sword.
She could not help feeling a little gloating about Balian's pure but thin spiritual power.
It only took a few months for Bai Lian to realize spiritual power.
No matter how evil his talent is, he cannot ignite all the sword patterns in this world of mountains and rivers, hundreds of rivers and lakes.
In fact, Balian was unable to do this. He slowly released the sword's edge with his palm and took out the small silver sword that had not been used for a long time.
The closed eyes of the female devil were illuminated by the light of the sword. She suddenly opened her eyes and stared deeply at the small sword. Her pupils, like the abyss of a vast canyon, instantly flashed with a brilliant and sinful light.
The small silver sword lightly scratched the Heavenly Sword without leaving any mark, but the tip of the small sword was like a road sign, guiding Bai Lian's limited but extremely pure spiritual power.
He didn't need to ignite all the sword marks. Balian was not arrogant enough to let this peerless weapon surrender to his control.
He just needs to find a divine pattern that runs through the sword.
sufficient.
The pure and colorless spiritual power is like a straight line of mercury flowing down from the end of the hilt to the tip of the sword.
Zhutian Sword seemed to have found the long-lost satisfaction and comfort, and stopped destroying Si Li's body. It vibrated with joy and then became silent.
Like an ordinary ancient sword.
Balian exhaled a weak breath.
Slowly drew out the Heavenly Sword.
The female devil's cold and strange eyes retracted the small sword without leaving any trace: "Loose the sword, it will return to the temple on its own."
Balian frowned and said solemnly: "I can't let go."
The female devil's expression changed, and then she saw that the unruly killing sword, which could only be fed but would not surrender, had its aura tightly attached to Balian's body.
Immediately afterwards, without giving anyone a chance to react, the sword turned into dots of golden light and disappeared from under his palm...
Balian uneasily rubbed his palms that were so bruised and bloody that bones could still be seen, and said, "What just happened?"
The female demon king's eyes flickered and she said, "If nothing else, this sword just left a mark on you."
"What's the meaning?"
"It means that if it is hungry, bored, cold, uncomfortable or uncomfortable, it may come to you to chat."
Balian: "..."
The female devil squinted her eyes and said with a smile: "Young man, don't show such a lonely expression. You must know that in ancient times, there were immortal swords that cultivated spiritual bodies and achieved a good story with their masters. This sword of the heavens is for The first ancient divine sword in the world, maybe one day it will turn into a beautiful lady to be with you."
After the breath of the Heavenly Sword completely disappeared, a feeling of weakness came from Balian's body. He glanced at the beautiful head dangling around his waist: "Are all the kings of the demon world so old and dishonest? "
The female devil's swaying movements froze, her eyelids twitched, and she gritted her teeth and said: "You blind brat, I have a beautiful face, youth and beauty, how can I be old?!"
Balian no longer paid attention to the chatty His Majesty the Demon King, sat down cross-legged next to the edge of the bronze door, and began to adjust his breathing to calm down the huge and empty feeling of weakness in his body.
In the cold abyss, it is impossible to see the bottom at a glance. The world under the door is cold and dead, but it is not a dry and empty world. The dark atmosphere that is enough to make the world uneasy is comparable to a corpse demon with exhausted spiritual power. The monk suddenly came to a spiritual mountain with abundant spiritual veins, but he could use local materials. The cold dark power here could quickly and effectively nourish the corpse bead in his body.
