The sea water on both sides of the bank separated by the Shifang Sword collapsed, and the dragon's whiskers entangled in Bailian's palm suddenly lost all their edge.
The madness in those dragon eyes burning like blood flames gradually dispersed into an icy blue color as clear and peaceful as the sky and sea.
The sea water poured back and submerged them, Fang Geyu fell into silence, completely crystallized, and could no longer feel any breath of life and soul.
The thousands of miles of frozen sea lost the maintenance of dragon power and melted like the sea in an instant.
In the chaotic darkness, the girl's eyes, covered by a golden film, gradually lost focus and slowly became unfocused.
The world in her eyes gradually became unreal.
Finally, the black tide wiped out everything.
Consciousness was finally cut off.
In the abyss and long sea, the big snake with all its oil and lamp dried up gave out its last tragic and majestic dragon roar, which was like a song of departure, silent and sad.
In the hazy tide, cold seawater poured into his organs. The corpse demon didn't need to breathe, but Balian still felt a strong sense of suffocation and panic.
He had never experienced such a horrific situation since his sobriety.
The huge dragon body sank towards the deep sea with the momentum of falling down the mountain. The terrifying and huge shadow became farther and farther in Bailian's eyes, getting smaller and smaller, and it was almost difficult to see.
Balian felt that his entire mind was empty, and the water in all directions seemed to have huge invisible resistance, pushing him into the distance.
In the huge deep sea, he had nothing but darkness.
What frightened him even more was the heavy and cold fatigue that hit his body. The moment before his consciousness fell into darkness, he struggled to raise his palms.
But it is no longer easy to hold the hand that was once connected to his red thread of ghost marriage.
Erhe Buried Heart didn't know when he came to a rock.
He narrowed his cold long eyes under the mask and looked at the endlessly rolling sea.
The cold sea water rolled up huge waves, and suddenly something like a tissue paper was picked up on the sea surface, and it was hit by the waves and floated up and down.
Zhan Xin's eyelids twitched fiercely, and a chill ran down his spine. Without doubting that he was there, he quickly flew to the surface of the sea and fished out the thing in the sea.
"Young Master!"
His eyes were trembling, full of worry, and he looked at the dying Mi Lu in his arms in disbelief.
Milu's back has been shattered and drained, and the wings on his back have completely disappeared, leaving only a pair of bloody holes. It can be said that he is still alive with a weak breathing miraculously.
He slowly opened his cold and gloomy eyes, which were filled with curses and malice: "Kill him! Kill that kid for me! He destroyed me! He destroyed me!!!"
"Young Master..." Erhe Zhanxin's eyes were uncertain.
"Everything is over! Our demon clan is over!" Milu seemed to be crazy.
Erhe's expression suddenly turned violent because he saw a pale-faced unconscious young man slowly floating up from the sea.
Anger was like a violent flame, burning his eyes withered.
The murderous intention was strong, and the sound of Zhan Xin's breathing gave off a shrill and sinister smell of terror.
An angry clang sound suddenly sounded above the long sea surface.
Under Mi Lu's command, Zhanxin indifferently flicked his fingers. This time, it was not a small sword that broke through the wind.
Instead, in a fit of extreme rage, the sword light sprayed out like a rainstorm of pear blossoms.
He wanted this defenseless young man to die without his body intact!
When Meng Zifei saw this scene in the distant mountains, his face looked slightly complicated. He raised his palm slightly stiffly, as if he was preparing to prevent this scene from happening.
Now the plan has failed, the demon king has become dead, and the young king has been abolished.
After all these years of trying, what would change if you kill him?
But it's just a meaningless life.
But then I thought about it, what qualifications and abilities did he have to prevent this from happening?
His stiff palms slowly clenched into fists, and in the end, he remained expressionless and became a useless and indifferent bystander.
No one can prevent death from coming.
What's more, this is the death of another person.
However, what he didn't know at this moment was that someone could stop the death that he couldn't prevent.
Someone saw the torrential sword light that killed people.
Suddenly, a strong wind blew up from the sea, causing the sword light to waver slightly.
A bronze bell rises above the sea. The bell washes the sea water and vibrates like the sound of heaven. Hundreds of golden ancient characters flow like a trickle on the bell body.
The transparent golden and copper imperial bell shrouded the unconscious young man in the sea, followed by the sound of countless broken metals and cracks.
The sword light like a rainstorm grazed the bell, leaving countless mottled and deep sword marks.
And inside the ancient bell, there was a slight dance of swords.
The edge of the sword is like a pen, the energy of the sword is like ink, and the intention is like a dragon or a snake, and the outline is done in one go.
The sharp edge of the pen and the cold sword seemed to contain some kind of magical power. When the sword fell, the characters were formed, and the hundred-character ancient prose became a thousand-character ancient prose in an instant.
The sky and the earth are dark and yellow, and the universe is primitive.
The sun and the moon are waxing and skewed, and the stars and constellations are spread out.
Cold comes and summer comes, autumn harvests and winter hides.
When the leap year is over, the law Lu adjusts the Yang.
Gold comes from Lishui, and jade comes from Kungang.
…
"This is..." Mi Lu, in the heart of Zhan Xin's arms, shrank sharply and his face turned pale and ugly: "The Holy Text of the Ancient Bell Soul!"
Erhe Buried Heart was also frightened, and felt a sense of crisis that was not strong but very unsettling: "The Taixuan Bronze Emperor Sutra, the essence of the Bronze Emperor that Leng Xiu only understood after five hundred years of asceticism in the cold mountains, she just participated in it." After studying the Bronze Emperor Sutra for a few days, I have already awakened to this point...the rumors are indeed true!"
The heavy rain and sword light gradually dispersed, and the Bronze Emperor Bell stood majestically in the sea.
Inside the clock, she was dressed in white clothes, with a light gauze covering her face. Her figure was as slender as a clear bamboo, as if the clouds were as thin as the moon. In the broken golden light of the clock, her figure was floating out of the dust like clear clouds in the breeze.
But in her white clothes, which are as clear as snow, you can vaguely see the messy traces of the battle. The collar and gauze have sharp cuts from sword marks, and the low-hanging light white gauze has been cut unevenly. You can vaguely see a jade face as cold and clear as snow, with eyebrows and eyes as dark as ink, and no one is cold and silent.
Facing the legendary high-ranking river master, Su Jing's eyes were calm, and his dark jade eyes were like a silent night: "Will you try to land your sword again?"
There was a faint threat in his words.
Zang Xin narrowed his eyes, looking both shocked and confused, and couldn't help but look up at the sky.
The bronze door still hangs high, but there are already signs of closing, but there are no more bronze trees in the world for people to ascend to heaven and leave the world.
"Tai Xuanzong, Su Jing. You haven't left yet?"
"Let's go?" Su Jing looked behind Zhan Xin. She slowly raised the love-slaying sword and placed it across her chest: "Did I get the name of killing demons for nothing?"
Zang Xin was stunned for a moment, then sneered: "A child with a yellow mouth who has not yet passed the tribulation dares to talk about slaying demons."
"Leave here first..." Milu suddenly said weakly.
"Little Lord?!"
Mi Lu's eyes were fierce, and he suddenly said fiercely: "Didn't you notice that this crazy woman was silently reciting the sword sacrifice curse? The love-cutting sword is a divine weapon produced by the Heavenly Weapon Pavilion in the fairy world. She used the love-cutting sword as a sacrifice, even if she killed I won’t kill you and me, but you can and can seal us in the long sea forever, and we will never be able to return to the human world again!”
