Zang Xin's chest jumped hard, and he looked around, and saw that the heart of the love-cutting sword in the hand of that upright and crazy woman began to spread a very thin golden sacrificial pattern, and there seemed to be a volcano burning in the depths of the sea. I don't know when. Then it can be embezzled.
He couldn't understand why this woman who suddenly appeared suddenly went crazy.
If she really slays demons, as the strongest Su Jing among the children of heaven, she has unlimited future and possibilities.
As long as she accumulates a certain amount of time, she will be able to completely control the Nine Taixuan Classics after overcoming the tribulation. By then, she will even have the ability to fight Yihe Shuci.
Why would she go crazy and scare people recklessly at a time like this?
Zhan Xin couldn't understand, but he also knew that if the sword sacrificial curse was completed, although his life would not be in danger, the weak young master would definitely be killed by the soldiers.
He gritted his teeth, not daring to delay any longer. He crushed thousands of sword lights under his feet and fled thousands of miles into the sky.
The Bronze Emperor Sutra slowly dissipated, and the burning passion due to the unfinished spell also fell into its sheath, slowly becoming cold and silent.
Su Jing suddenly lowered her head and frowned, vomiting a small mouthful of blood with faint pain on her face. She wiped the blood from her lips expressionlessly, her cuffs slightly red.
Then he looked towards the horizon as if in a trance, his gaze gradually getting deeper and deeper.
She didn't know what she was thinking about writing. From the outside, her body didn't change at all, but in fact, the Shenzang Lingfu was already riddled with holes that were difficult to repair.
In desperation, comprehending the thousand-word holy text could not bring any help to her ailing body at the moment, and even caused an extremely serious load on her spiritual platform due to excessive consumption of mental energy.
If this goes on for a long time, you will be exhausted and unable to cultivate, and the consequences will be disastrous.
But she didn't think too much about the consequences.
Su Jing bent over and reached out to grab the boy's belt and lift him up.
Wow...
An unpredictable scene happened.
A cold, pale, very beautiful but extremely evil-looking hand... broke out of the sea without any warning.
That hand strangled Su Jing's wrist forcefully.
The sea water made a wet mark between her sleeves.
Su Jing's eyes deepened, and a cold sword intent burst out from his fingertips, penetrating into the sea.
But it was like a mud cow entering the sea, with no response.
Under the gaze of her cold eyes, a touch of alluring white color slowly emerged through the sea water, like jade rising and rising, and like snow piled up on the sea.
The slightly curly and attractive long hair surfaced from the water, and the wet black hair was as beautiful as seaweed scattered in the dazzling white skin of Ruoxue. The scene was eye-catching.
Her hair lightly wrapped around her hips, like black feathers on porcelain white, the slender and tall woman walked out of the sea and stood at the same height as Su Jing.
There was not even an inch of hair on her body, and her proud figure was perfectly presented between the sky and the sea. On her pale skin, there was a circle of light red scars on her neck that seemed to have been healed at the expense of others.
The color between heaven and earth suddenly darkened a bit because of her appearance.
The female devil stared at Su Jing with her eyes full of smiles, her two dark eyes were like poison hidden with gems, shining with a fatal luster: "Hey, hello, the young master of Taixuan Sect. …”
In the deep sea, lightning from the sky flashed dullly, as if offering a salute to the ancient king's rebirth.
The entire sea was filled with the smell of death.
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When Balian woke up, he had been washed up on the coast by the sea.
It was still a dark night with stars shining high in the sky.
When he opened his eyes and subconsciously spit out a large ball of cold sea water in his mouth, his blank and stiff brain began to react at a slow speed.
Balian was about to be broken, his heart seemed to be filled with ice slag, and it was so cold that it hurt. The unprecedented tremor made his upper and lower teeth chatter.
Death, is it such a terrible thing?
His limbs were as heavy as lead. He didn't know what to do next, and he didn't bother to think about the world outside the bronze door.
There is no good person at night, and the lonely shadow is broken under the moon.
He was the only one left in the vast river of stars.
Balian turned over with difficulty, sat up slowly, and slowly curled up his hollow body into a ball.
A woman's voice suddenly came from the waves: "Little thing, are you crying?"
Bailian didn't raise his head or make any movement.
The world was silent for a moment.
Then there was a rustling sound.
It was the sound of soft jade feet stepping on wet sea sand.
Balian's shoulders suddenly sank slightly, and a cold and small foot stepped on his shoulder. The slightly damp white sand touched his clothes, adding a bit of threatening ambiguity under the dark night.
Her chuckle came from above her head: "Speaking of which, I am resurrected because of you. Little one, what are your unfulfilled wishes? I know how to repay your kindness."
Balian finally moved. He raised his hand to hold the female devil's delicate ankle, and pushed away the foot that was on his shoulder with his fingers.
An empty and indifferent face slowly raised his face. He did not dodge his gaze towards the night witch who was not wearing any clothes. He stared at her with his dark eyes and said only one word: "Get out."
The female devil's long eyes narrowed deeply, and her gaze looked a little dangerous.
But the next moment, she laughed harmlessly. She squatted down with her chin in her hands happily, looked at him with a half-smile, and said: "You don't really think that the host of the True Ancestor Evil God has Is it so easy to perish?"
"What do you mean?" Balian, who looked like a dead man, finally spoke.
The female devil did not answer his words immediately, but stared at Balian's eyes for a long time. Her charming and unparalleled eyes gradually became very cold, but she still smiled on her face: "Look. If you don’t come out, you, who became a demon and cut off your human nature, actually fell in love with a human being?”
Something subtle... She bit the word "like" very lightly, as if she was not willing to combine "like" with human beings.
Balian raised his eyes, and his empty eyes suddenly seemed a little confused. He put his right hand on his heart, where the pain had not disappeared for a moment: "Like it?"
After repeating these two words in his heart several times, he let out a sigh, slowly put down his right hand, and said, "So, is this what I like?"
The cold eyes of the female devil slowly became silent, and her lips still maintained the arc of a smile. She narrowed her eyes and said: "Perhaps this is not necessarily love. No matter whether it is a person or a demon, it is always inevitable to treat those who have not done it to you." The heart longs for something you own, but in the end that thing is destroyed in front of your eyes. Heartache is always inevitable. Let me tell you, if you really get it, you won't cherish it as much, right?"
Balian couldn't understand why the mighty Demon Lord could naively and ridiculously come to such self-conclusions as 'if' and 'that's it'.
Although the words of the female demon king just now hinted that Fang Geyu might still be saved, he did not intend to place his hope on her.
A succubus who has a great cause and is naturally ruthless. Every word and every sentence she speaks is connected with each other.
It's like the beautiful piece of meat you see the moment before your prey falls into a trap.
Balian didn't intend to be fooled.
He patted the wet sand off his shoulders, saluted the Demon Lord, and said expressionlessly: "Congratulations to Your Majesty the Demon Lord for getting what he wanted, breaking the curse, and regaining his life."
The female demon king reached out and patted his head, but ignored his indifference and said with a smile: "Come back to the demon world with me. The human world is not suitable for the survival of zombie demons."
Bailian said: "Since he is a corpse demon, he is destined to die, so how can he survive?"
"I can give you great achievements for a long time and reunite you with your old friends."
"Your Majesty's great cause is too important, and I dare not touch it. As for my old friend..." Balian lowered his eyes and said seriously: "If she is here, I will go find her, and there is no need to pretend to help others."
He stood up straight, pushed away the soft and cold hand on his head, and did not give her a chance to continue speaking. He said calmly: "Is there anything else, Your Majesty? If nothing, please just say goodbye."
The succubus frowned.
Balian added: "If something happens, just hold it in, I don't want to talk to you anymore."
After saying that, he turned around without hesitation and saw Su Jing standing there behind him.
He was slightly startled, very surprised, then stepped up and said softly: "Miss Su Jing, can I give you a ride?"
Su Jing glanced sideways at the female devil with an unpredictable expression, and then nodded.
