But Si Li, who was familiar with some of Kunlun's secrets, knew that the sixth river in the demon world would most likely become the most terrifying demon river in a certain sense.
She didn't think that a corpse boy who couldn't rely on himself to become a demon could conquer the Demon River. The reason why she didn't doubt this absurd reality was just to establish that it was something that the generals could recognize.
Si Li would never doubt the general's decision-making, but this could not change her deep-seated contempt for Bai Lian.
In her deep consciousness, such a frail young man who needed to be cared for and protected by her at all times could not be compared with her fifteen brothers.
Now it seems that the impression of him being good-for-nothing has changed slightly.
"We have solved a small problem. Under the second realm of Ghost Mountain, there is a no-fly ban. Now that you have tamed Pi Mo, you can use its power to enter the Bronze Gate world." Si Li put away his memories and closed his eyes. said.
Balian hummed, then raised his fingertips to rub the sore forehead.
Pi Mo's demonic power is extremely strong. If he hadn't used the remaining sword intention of the heavens in the wound on his palm, he might not be able to capture it in one blow.
In terms of strength and cultivation, Pi Mo Niao far surpassed him, and the power of his spiritual consciousness was also so powerful that no one could match it.
The spiritual consciousness of Pi Mo Bird in the spiritual platform is enough to occupy his entire spiritual world, like a man who has eaten 120% full, which makes him feel a faint pain. He needs to slowly digest this spiritual consciousness before he can use the Demon River again. the power of.
Bailian, who was closing his eyes to adjust his breathing and rubbing his eyebrows, suddenly opened his eyes wide. In an instant, a clear command was issued in the coffin.
The eyes of the huge bird demon quietly prostrate on the ground once again ignited the fierce demon fire.
It roared loudly, its giant wings rose from the ground, and its three bird heads picked up Bailian, Sili and the demon female assassin respectively, and threw themselves into the bronze door world without hesitation.
Almost at the moment when it disappeared into the darkness, the bird held the beaks of the three people tightly and let out a painful whine. On its right wing, a very long bloody mouth burst out, and a large amount of blood was poured out. The gushing water is very scattered, like a bright red rainstorm.
The female devil squinted her long eyes, peering through the dark curtains, and saw the edge of the half-walled bronze door, where a tall man appeared out of nowhere.
He held a huge blue magic knife in his right hand, with a bright red eye inlaid on the handle, which was turning crazily and evilly.
But that man's eyes were even more evil, cold, gloomy, and even cruel than the eyes on the evil demon blade in his hand.
Her eyes hurt from the dark wind, but Hongzhuang still stubbornly opened her bloodshot eyes and stared at the man's left arm.
His arms could no longer be described as arms. What extended from the wide cuffs were not human palms and fingers, but countless bright red slender stamens, which were tightly entwining and dragging a woman.
A woman wearing a purple robe.
She weakly lowered her head and closed her eyes quietly. She didn't know whether she had lost her breath or fell into an extremely weak sleep, so that she seemed to have no life at all.
The cheeks, as pale as snow, were stained with mottled red blood, giving it a sad beauty.
The soft stamens of the tree roots had already penetrated from her back to her chest, and most of her clothes were dyed red. I wonder if the color of the blood was too bright red, which made the rich orb between her left ear appear red. The darkness failed a bit.
Hong Zhuang clenched the small silver scorpion blade in her hand, regardless of the sharp tip piercing her palm, causing blood to flow from her fingers. She could do nothing but stare at him, looking at her in despair.
Si Li's voice was extremely deep: "It's actually Demon Prison Yukwu."
She glanced at the female demon king who lowered her eyes and said nothing, and said with a smile: "On the demon land, everyone knows that the demon prison is only loyal to the demon king. Now, you, a loyal subordinate, have borrowed ten thousand Ye' won't hesitate to travel thousands of miles to kill you."
There was neither frustration nor resentment of betrayal on the female devil's face. She showed a meaningful smile and her eyes were deep: "Yes, even you, an outsider, find it strange, and I am even more strange. Why does he I will do whatever it takes to kill me."
Her voice was still clear despite the chaotic wind, and was particularly cold: "It's really... so strange."
For some reason, there was an inexplicable chill in Balian's muscles and bones.
At this moment, he actually felt that perhaps in essence, this demon king who had lost his body was most likely to be more terrifying than Demon Prison Yukuna.
Flying is prohibited in the second realm, and Xingwu from the Demon Prison cannot break this rule.
He looked down at Pi Mo, who was flying crookedly. He fluttered his sleeves and threw Ning Feiyan into the bronze door.
Then he jumped down and trampled on her back cruelly, using Ning Feiyan as a stepping stone to cushion the dark wind.
He adjusted his posture and position in mid-air, bent his knees deeply, and straightened them with all his strength. His whole body was like an arrow off the string, shooting in the direction of the bird.
Ning Feiyan's body was instantly swallowed up by darkness and disappeared.
Hongzhuang's teeth clenched as she took out the silver blade in her hand and turned into a silver sharp blade and shot towards Xing Wu's eyebrows!
A cruel smile appeared at the corner of Xingwu's mouth, and he spat out a pitch-black Gu insect. The Gu insect flew quickly and bit the silver blade. With a bang, the silver scorpion blade shattered into specks of dust.
The cruel smile was shrouded in the turbulent murderous aura. He jumped up on the back of the bird. The value of the 'Wan Ye' magic blade was comparable to the seventy-three cities in the eight states of the demon land. It stirred up countless terrifying auras and spiritual currents, deeply Stab into the bird's body.
No blood came out.
However, the Pi Mo bird let out an unprecedented cry of terror, and the shrill sound split the sky. It could no longer endure it, and the three songs were released in unison.
Bai Lian and others all fell into the abyss.
There was the whistling wind in my ears, and the harsh sound like the howling of ghosts and wolves filled my ears, which was very uncomfortable.
Yukuna was like a mad dog that wouldn't let go, and its perseverance to kill was truly terrifying.
He pulled out the magic blade and flew down with a crazy and cruel look. He raised the blade and collapsed, targeting the head at his waist.
Bai Lian had seen the power of that knife with his own eyes. It could easily kill even a bird. If it were carried out, he would probably be cut in half.
The dark and profound eyes of the female demon lord condensed slightly. She was not desperate and frightened when she saw this scene, but her eyes only revealed a hint of doubt and suspicion.
Balian would not wait for death, and the darkness in his eyes instantly faded to blood red.
Devouring talent is wide open.
Along with the cold and extinct feeling of death, a bright red flower of the other side bloomed in his belly.
He knew that his talent alone could not stop this terrifying sword, so he held the flute in his left hand and the sword in his right hand, crossing to block.
But something unexpected happened at this time.
A black figure moved sideways in an instant and stopped in front of Balian. The silver sword light shone brightly in the dark world.
The solemn sword intent was awe-inspiring. In the bright sword light, Balian seemed to see countless silver butterflies flying in the sword light blooming like thin ice, just like countless dead stars in the cold and eternal night. Ignite.
Fortunately, the black and purple magic power all over his body spurted wildly, and the force of 'Ten Thousand Nights' was enough to affect a huge space. The crazy spinning eyeball suddenly froze, like a death stare, and then bloomed with a knife light that could tear everything apart. , the man between them had a bright red wound on his shoulder that penetrated the bone and broke the tendons.
With a snap, the hood of the cloak that covered his face was cut open by the wind of the knife, and the three thousand black and beautiful black hair continued to dance.
It's a woman.
