In the field, only Si Kongxuan's body was nailed to the ground like a nail, and not even his clothes could flutter.
Compared with the extremely ferocious body of the giant beast, Bailian looked extremely weak. The bodies of the two sides collided heavily, and the terrifying air waves made the entire surface of the land seem to have been scraped by a blade, revealing the demonic power. The outline of the foundation stone that has been buried in the earth for thousands of years.
The heavy shield in Bai Lian's hand broke with a sound. Si Kongxuan raised his eyebrows and saw the young man's body swaying and taking half a step back, but it was only half a step.
Among the flying heavy shield fragments, a black ancient sword broke through the heavy force of the wild beast. Balian turned sideways and drew the sword, and actually hit the horn of the wild beast with half of his shoulder.
The pair of horns were not able to break through Bailian's body. The thunderball entrenched on the horns suddenly exploded uncontrollably, with a cracking sound. The pair of giant horns were blown off with a bang, and the wild beast's limbs were in pain. So soft, he fell to the ground under heavy pressure.
Tiance Junshan used its incomparable power to stab into the head of the giant beast in one fell swoop, until the demonic element in its body was shattered without any handle.
The giant monster that had survived the barbaric years struggled on the ground for a moment, stirring up heavy dust, and then stopped making any movement.
The bloody red flowers on Balian's shoulders gradually faded away, and the clothes and flesh on his shoulders were blown into a blur, and half of his body was dyed red by the bursting blood.
He pulled out Tiance Junshan, and the blood splattered from the giant beast's body dyed his handsome cheeks red.
The warm blood was wrapped in an extremely wild and wild aura. Balian couldn't help but lick the aura that splashed on his lips, and the cold blood in his body began to boil with fighting spirit little by little.
The remaining violent energy in the Tianji Umbrella held in the palm of his hand was still not exhausted. After a fierce battle, the violent energy that filled his heart became more intense and blazing.
Sikong Xuan suddenly met his blood-red eyes, and couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. He frowned and looked at the corpse of the wild beast on the ground with a particularly solemn expression.
In the bloody wound on Balian's shoulder, blood lingered and loomed, and gradually a scarlet flower from the other side bloomed and climbed up half of his cheek, making that face look indescribably lonely and solemn.
The guards around him were wiped out by the young man's sword, leaving him completely empty. There was no one or thing that could block his steps within a hundred meters between them.
As a strategist of the First Division, since Si Kongxuan was able to visit the Pure Land of Fairy Island in the body of a possessed demon, what he relied on was definitely not the blessing and protection from external objects.
In addition to having a terrifying and sophisticated calculating mind, Si Kongxuan's cultivation is definitely not weak. He looked at Bailian seriously and exhaled slowly: "Since I overcame the tribulation and became a demon ten years ago, I have been I have never fought against a monk in the Spirit-bearing Realm, so now I am afraid I have to break this rule."
All the defense lines were broken, Sikong Xuan stood still, raised his right palm with one hand, and yellow sand rose from the earth. The momentum of the dragon and tiger merging under this palm was like tearing open the sky of the night sky, and every moment of the startled aura Every breath contains the majestic meaning of opening and closing.
Two towering demonic forms of green mountains rose to the left and right, like dragons emerging from the sea, like mountains rising up. The ground beneath Balian's feet suddenly sank, and the realm of watery Wangze was like a great river, swallowing him into the ground water.
There are green mountains on both sides of the bank and rivers at the foot.
In such a realm of ever-changing weather, Bailian is like sinking into the abyss of water. As Sikong Xuan opens and closes his arms, the green mountains on both sides of the bank move closer and press towards Bailian in the narrow river.
Moving mountains and filling seas is the power of immortals.
If you haven't overcome the tribulation yet, you are not an immortal.
Si Kongxuan stood calmly and quietly, looking at the young man who was swallowed up by the mountains and rivers with calm eyes. He said to his heart that no matter how strong your body is, you are just a monk who has not yet left the mortal world. How can you have the power of this real immortal and demon? Taoism to contend with.
However, before he could raise his head, he waited for the boy's death to come.
Balian, who was crushed by the two green mountains, threw up the sword in his hand, and the dark sword disappeared into the dark night.
Bailian stretched out his left and right arms and supported them on the mountain walls on both sides. He was in the center.
With faint force in his arms, the two green mountains that were about to merge into the river slowly separated again under an extremely strong push!
Si Kongxuan was shocked and astonished. He opened his eyes in disbelief. What kind of existence is this? It can actually compete with the general trend of the world just by relying on its physical body!
How did he know that the baptism of a war would allow a corpse demon king like Bailian, who had been born for less than two years, to truly show his true prowess with his immortal body?
The air that Sikong Xuan breathed into his lungs was icy cold. He took a long breath, knowing that he could not delay any longer. He was about to give Balian a fatal blow, but at the same time, the evil army had already Approaching the city in the direction of Ning Feiyan.
Bai Lian had the same idea as Sikong Xuan at this moment.
He took a step across, crushed the water of the river, shattered the green mountains with one punch, and retrieved the jade flute that had been hidden for a long time.
The tail of the flute is full of jade and wet with blood. The horizontal flute touches the lips, and the sound of the flute rises coolly, like a ghost song at night, the sound is extended in the chaos of the night.
The full moon in the sky seemed to have been swallowed by something, gradually turning into a broken hook.
The dead evil-winged demons who were lying in the cold and coagulated on the battlefield got up one after another amidst the continuous sound of the flute. The parts of their bodies that were shattered by the blast were actually activated into the body in the gloomy air, creating a complete image. The body of a ghost general.
Si Kongxuan has always been absolutely calm since he appeared on the battlefield.
finally.
A stream of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
His eyes fell on the piccolo in Bailian's hand, and his voice was low: "The trickery of the Zhongyou Dynasty."
Who is this new Lord of the Shouhe River?
He had never heard that the secret cultivators of the Zhongyou Dynasty also practiced physical fitness. More importantly, with the help of Shen Jibai, the prince of the Ancient Yin Kingdom, he, Sikongxuan, became invisible and established his destiny among the three realms of immortals, demons, and humans. In the middle, it can be said that the mind is focused on the subtle, and the people and matters in the three realms can be grasped in the palm of the hand.
Looking at the entire Zhongyou, among the younger generation, Prince Yingxiu is the only one who has advanced in the art of deception.
But now it seems that this young man is far superior to Yingxiu in terms of control and understanding of the art of trickery.
Before this, he had never heard of such a person in the world.
Once the thousands of living troops are slaughtered and fell by the flames of war, they will inevitably become sharp weapons in his hands.
But the thousands of dead troops and horses, under the control of the little jade flute, became even more powerful. With the Yin Qi nourished, the assembled army was even more difficult to look at.
Thinking of this, in terms of tactics alone, Si Kongxuan couldn't help but admire this young man. He originally thought that he would only use the power of the demon world's killing weapons, but he never thought that in drawing troops and setting up formations, he was not weak at all. His clan of military advisors.
First, he waited patiently and allowed the barbarian army to break into the city and fight with the demon generals and defenders in the city. Then he used killing weapons to sweep through the massacre. The more corpses on the battlefield, the more powerful he became in terms of tactics.
"But it's a pity. If it were ten years ago, I would have really wanted to have a head-to-head confrontation with you to try out how powerful this mysterious art is."
Si Kongxuan showed a look of regret. He looked at Bailian. The fighting spirit in his body gradually disappeared, and his tone actually contained a hint of helplessness: "But this is a battlefield. I am just a strategist, not a soldier."
On the battlefield, regardless of one's own army and one's own responsibilities, it is really a luxury for a military advisor to engage in a fierce battle with an enemy that one is interested in.
Si Kongxuan was not a passionate and impulsive person, nor did he have an upright character.
As he withdrew his gaze from Bailian, a hidden arrow hidden in the darkness, silent and vicious, lurked in the moonlight, like light feathers, like dust, but faster than anything tangible in the world, breaking open Space passed through Balian's back.
The sound of the flute suddenly stopped, and the mountain of corpses and demons on the battlefield collapsed and fell to the ground like puppets that were out of line.
Blood slowly dripped down the jade flute.
Bai Lian slowly put down the jade flute in his hand. The feathers from the tail of the hidden arrow inserted into him were colorful and dark-colored. They were made from a poisonous feather from the peacock, the most poisonous bird in the south.
The dark color on the arrow feathers dissipated little by little, and the poisonous intent flowed into Bailian's body without giving anyone any time to react, causing his entire back to fall into a state of paralysis.
Balian expressionlessly pulled out the hidden arrow from his chest and saw that all his fingernails had turned jet black.
He looked back with emotion, walked through the long wind and yellow sand, and caught a fleeting figure on the eaves of a palace. Looking at the outline of the figure, it turned out to be a woman.
His vision was gradually covered by a cold, dead blue, followed by a splitting pain in his head, as if it was cutting into pieces with one knife after another.
Bailian was good at tolerating pain. This level of pain could not affect his actions. Wu Qing's lips moved slightly, and through the heavy wind and sand in the imperial city, his gentle and calm voice reached Sikong Xuan. Er Bi: "Unfortunately, from the very beginning, I didn't intend to let you experience the true art of Zhongyou's deception."
Touched by his bright red eyes, Si Kongxuan felt an uneasy chill in his heart.
As an exotic beast in the fairyland, the venom of peacock feathers is even worse than that of the most poisonous beast in the demon world. The feathers on the hidden arrow just now were taken from the most poisonous part of the peacock's body. Si Kongxuan did not think that Baili An still has any ability to counter-kill him.
But somewhere, Sikong Xuan's intuition, honed on countless battlefields, told him that he had missed a crucial point in the battle just now.
However, before he could think about it, the already terrifying atmosphere on the battlefield in the imperial city suddenly became heavy and depressing. Long-lasting wolf howls came from the distant mountains in the dark night outside the city, and the air suddenly became stagnant and tight.
The blood clouds in the sky seemed to be blown away by an invisible giant hand, revealing a scarlet crimson moon.
Under the crimson moon, an unusually terrifying solemnity gradually emerged. The crimson moon suddenly seemed to be broken by someone throwing a stone into the cold lake. The crimson moon in the sky seemed to have sunk a little, as if it was about to fall. Come pouring pressure into the city.
Even standing in the city, when you raise your head, you can almost see the longitude and latitude of the majestic mountains on the surface of the crimson moon and the shockingly different world.
A terrifying aura crossed over from that world, and in the long bloody night there seemed to be a pair of devil-like narrow eyes, slowly opening, looking at the whole world with cold eyes.
Even though Si Kongxuan had experienced all kinds of death battlefields, when he sensed that line of sight and aura, his face could not help but change color sadly.
A pale and beautiful hand, but with a hint of evil and bloody hands, passed through the crimson moonlight and moved toward the earth in a clasping gesture.
Sikong Xuan's face turned pale for an instant, and an indescribable sharp pain suddenly came from his heart under his chest, as if a hand thousands of miles away was coldly holding his heart in the palm of his hand at this moment.
The eardrums were bulging and beating rapidly, and the blood rushing fiercely in the blood vessels could be clearly heard in the ears. Before he could close the palm and hold it, he clearly felt that his heart was shattered, and the hot blood spilled out. .
Si Kongxuan, who was good at thinking about the confrontation between the two armies, lost her mind for the first time in the face of absolute power. For the existence standing at the apex of this world, thinking and making decisions would become meaningless in front of her.
At this moment, Sikong Xuan only had one thought in his mind!
escape!
A moment ago, he was ridiculing the cowardice of the young demon king, but at this moment, he felt the same fear as Milu.
The flag in the palm of his hand flipped rapidly, and the patterns on the flag surface were ever-changing, showing the appearance of changing positions in an array.
When the flag position changed, Sikong Xuan glanced at the army behind him. A trace of struggle flashed in his eyes. He didn't know how determined he was. He withdrew his gaze, raised his arms, and gritted his teeth and said: "Youwei Xuan. Door, Danshan has a strong belly!"
After he finished speaking, Sikongxuan's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, and where he originally stood, a green mountain moved out of thin air.
It is not a green mountain formed from the gas phase, but a real green mountain.
As the hands clasped together in the dark night, the green mountain exploded silently and turned into gray dust. The bones and remains of countless monsters in the mountain floated on the battlefield. The green mountain seemed like a dream that had never appeared before. generally.
Thousands of miles away, a green mountain with demonic veins that had been born since ancient times suddenly evacuated and disappeared like a heavenly being.
In the sky, a figure suddenly fell down in a hurry, falling awkwardly on the empty and barren ground.
The small flag in Sikong Xuan's hand had already been broken into two pieces and could no longer be used.
Breaking out in a cold sweat, he had not even taken a breath of fresh air when a sword light from the void suddenly tore through the night, and a clanging sound sounded.
The sound seemed very far away and yet very close at the same time.
Si Kongxuan's eyes widened. When he finally saw that the familiar sword light came from the sword in the hands of the young man who had fought just now, the cold sword light flashed across his eyes, blood spurted out, and he let out a painful cry. In the middle, he covered his destroyed eyes, blood continuously overflowing from his fingers.
The fear in his heart didn't make him feel any less relaxed when facing the Demon King's arrival in the city.
Even after realizing it, I broke out in a cold sweat after narrowly escaping from death.
It turned out that when the young man was fighting against him, at the critical moment of life and death, he threw his sword and took the flute. The flute controlled the Thousand Corpses Legion was just a cover for him to cover up his real killing move.
Ever since he threw the sword high, the ancient sword had been hiding silently where he couldn't see it.
From that moment on, the outcome between the two was determined.
It turned out that he said that from the beginning, he did not intend for him to experience the profound meaning of the art of Yougui Dao.
In the severe pain of his eyes being destroyed, Si Kongxuan actually regained his composure little by little. His shoulders were shaking slightly due to the pain, but in the palms holding his cheeks, he was slowly reborn after the disaster. Laughing happily.
The young man hides his sword and waits for the time to come.
His sword was so well hidden that he was unable to detect where the murderous intention was. If the Demon Lord hadn't suddenly returned to the city, he felt the fatal crisis and promptly used the life-saving technique prepared by Mr. Shen for him. So what fell on him now was not just a sword energy.
Tonight, Si Kongxuan returned with a great defeat, but he had to admit that he had used up all his luck in today's battle.
The sky and the earth are yellow and sandy, and the ruins of the capital city are ruined.
The outline of an ancient sword was reflected in the Demon Lord's peripheral vision. It came from the depths of the sky and heavy clouds, and fell into the imperial city like a galloping black lightning. It broke through the floating debris on the battlefield and penetrated deeply into the imperial city. above the earth.
A line of scarlet blood slowly slipped from the cold sword edge, killing silently and chillingly.
The Demon Lord slowly opened her closed palms, and glanced at her palms with a dark gaze. She raised her gaze, glanced at the evil army on top of the city, and uttered one word coldly: "Kill!"
Erhe Burial Heart and the high-ranking prison magic generals who were hidden behind her turned into swift shadows and swept into the battlefield.
What followed was a crushing massacre.
Bailian was infected by the feather poison, and his eyes felt as if they had been burned by raging fire, making it difficult to see. However, he could feel the sounds of Erhe Xianxin and the others participating in the battlefield.
However, he was still worried about Ning Feiyan's fighting situation. As soon as he took a step, he felt that his body was in a state of extreme fatigue. His legs were as heavy as lead, and every step he took seemed extremely difficult and unstable.
He groped forward with one hand, looking for his Tiance Junshan Sword.
With the sounds of fighting and fighting in his ears, Bailian didn't know what was happening on the other side of Ning Feiyan for a moment. Although he knew that Ning Feiyan's temperament would never let anything happen to him, he was still worried and couldn't bear it. He shouted in a trembling voice: "Ning Feiyan!"
His voice was almost drowned out by the sound of fighting and horse racing. Bailian didn't hear Ning Feiyan's response. His steps became more hurried, and he stretched out his hand to hurriedly explore his sword.
But the hand that reached out failed to find Tiance Junshan. Instead, it first touched a hand as cold as jade.
Balian was stunned in place, and was about to withdraw his hand, but was grabbed by the hand and held tightly.
A faint psychedelic fragrance passed through their sleeves and touched the tip of his nose like a wisp of smoke.
Bai Lian instantly knew who the visitor was.
The female devil looked at Bailian without blinking, her eyes were bright and her thin lips pursed into a red line: "Are you worried about her?"
Balian didn't answer, but twitched the hand that was held hard. He couldn't pull it out, but his strength might have been a bit stronger. When he broke free, two scarlet blood lines suddenly flowed out of a pair of eyes that were in severe pain.
The female devil's expression changed slightly, but she did not let go. Instead, she held her hand tighter to prevent him from escaping. Her voice was cold and deep, seeming to contain some suppressed anger: "Ning Feiyan is fine. She is very good, take care of yourself before worrying about others! Do you know what kind of poison you are sowing!"
This is the first time Bailian has seen her so angry since she entered the demon world.
The force he used to pull back his palm relaxed, and he felt a sticky and slippery feeling in his palm.
is blood.
Baili was quiet for a moment, and then asked softly: "Are you injured?"
The female devil was startled, and then she realized that her hands were covered with blood. For some reason, when she saw this scene, her panic instantly overshadowed her anger.
This time, it was she who took the initiative to let go of his hand. Before she changed out of the Demon King's robe, she directly wiped the blood on her hands with the cuffs with gorgeous dark patterns, and then carefully lifted up Bailian's hand. Use your palm to carefully wipe the blood on his fingertips.
"I wasn't injured. I just opened the Moon Realm Bridge on my way back and was intercepted by a few realm beasts who didn't know whether to live or die. I slaughtered them casually. This is their blood."
Balian couldn't understand why he was so particular about keeping his hands clean when he was already on the battlefield: "My hands are already stained with the blood of evil warriors, so you don't need to care."
But he didn't know that it wasn't because she loved cleanliness too much.
She just didn't want to get his hands dirty anymore.
The female devil lowered her head and stared at his fingers that were gradually becoming blackened by the evil energy. Her breathing became a little heavier. She seemed to be holding back something more. She gritted her teeth and said harsh words: "Don't You think you can end our wedding by looking for death like this, even if you die, I will hold your body to complete the ceremony!"
Balian didn't know where the Demon Lord learned his habit of playing with corpses. He shook his head helplessly and said with a bit of regret: "If His Majesty the Demon Lord had not appeared in time, the evil military advisor would have been dead." Under my sword.”
The ferocious expression of the female devil froze, and she felt embarrassed for a moment. She became angry and said: "The gate has been sealed. Do you really think he can escape in this devil world?"
