The wind and snow were blowing by the lakeside, and the school petals were rustling down, floating on the cold lake, accumulating a layer of crystal.
At this moment, Feng Ju found that the aura around him was invaded by the unfamiliar wind and snow domain at this moment. The aura around him suddenly went crazy, and the hem of his clothes was torn with a roar, and he could hardly stand still.
As her white hands grasped the thunder and lightning, the strong wind pushing back from the lake made the red dress on her body dance wildly, and the blood droplets swaying from the hem of the dress were scattered on the white lake surface, like winter snow. Red plum blossoms, while being poignant and beautiful, also reveal a bit of desolation and solemnity.
The dazzling thunder light illuminated the entire lake, and also illuminated Feng Ju's horrified eyes.
The shattered thunder calamity assimilated into the wind and snow, turning into thousands of thunder flakes like fire trees and silver flowers that flew into the sky. There was no dome in the underground world, so the thunder calamity without the suppression of the Nine Heavens was squeezing and brewing in this small world. An unknown and terrifying force emerged, which seemed to turn the entire world into ashes of thunder and fire.
Yin Baishuang stood under the thunder light, and the thunder clouds gathered above her head. She raised her head and glanced at the thunder catastrophe that had been accumulated for two hundred years and could not be released. Feeding on her spiritual power all day long, it was no weaker than the thunder catastrophe that a thousand-year monk had to experience. .
Feng Ju frowned and slashed at the thunder tribulation with his sword, trying to destroy it.
But what the sword light swept away was just a drop of water like a sinking abyss, which was collected by the thunder flowers and disappeared.
His face was pale. Although this lightning disaster was so majestic and extremely dangerous, if he could survive it, there would be no doubt that the soldiers' bodies and souls would be tempered by the divine rain.
Thinking about the demon sect's protector who had broken through the realm for hundreds of years, today, for a moment, he was unable to do anything about this heavenly catastrophe.
However, how could she, a mortal who had only been practicing Taoism for two hundred years, dare to resist such a terrible catastrophe?
Yin Baishuang withdrew her gaze, looked at Feng Ju and said calmly: "Today, I will only take one step."
Before Feng Ju understood this sentence, the woman in red on the lake slowly took a simple step forward.
Thunder rays all over the sky suddenly exploded, gathering into a mountain-like thunder pool hanging upside down, pouring down like a torrential rain, baptizing the man in red.
Overcome calamity in one step and draw a mine pond.
The thunderstorm pouring down from the sky failed to damage the lake surface at all. The lotus flowers remained unchanged and the lake light was like a mirror.
Yin Baishuang stood still in one step, lightning currents were swirling around her red clothes, and the thunder pool above her head continued to pour and collapse. It was obvious that the thunder disaster was caused by her thin lips slightly pursed, her almond-shaped eyes calm and confident: "Don't make any mistakes!"
She said one step, and that was one step.
One step overcoming the tribulation and awakening the soul, but the thunder tribulation belonging to her palm has not dissipated yet, and a more terrifying catastrophe is brewing vaguely, which is obviously not the movement that should be expected in a realm such as the Soul Awakening Realm. .
With her words and one look, a gust of autumn wind stirred up the chill in the thunder pond, and the frost air became vaguely like a dragon. She swallowed the thunder pond calamity in one gulp, and the frost dragon ended up hidden in the red sleeves.
Feng Ju stood frozen on the spot, his body and mind trembling, and he felt that the scene in front of him was so absurd that it almost seemed like a nightmare!
When the strong wind stopped, Yin Baishuang slowly spread out a palm as pale as snow towards Feng Ju, and sneered: "I defeated you in one step, Demon Sect Protector Feng Ju, are you not convinced?"
The next moment, real frost and snow condensed in her palm, and she slowly pulled out a spiritual sword as thin as ice from the frost and snow.
Countless clean snow dust seemed to be floating between the long and dancing strands of hair.
One step across the line between heaven and man, the separation between mortals and immortals.
She held an ordinary spiritual sword in her hand. When she drew the sword again, the wind and snow caused by the blade of the sword were majestic and trembling, like snow-capped mountains rising from the ground. When the sword fell, it was suppressed by the pressure.
Feng Ju suddenly felt guilty. The unwarranted death warning made his fingers cold. His eyes were extremely gloomy. He made a round motion with his hands and pulled out three thousand layers of bright red blood waves from the ground. He said sternly: "If I don't accept it, what can you do to me?" ? It seems that my name, Feng Ju, has disappeared from the world for too long, so that juniors like you have forgotten it. It’s only been less than a day since I broke through. Today, I will take away your name of genius. , let’s see how long you can continue to be arrogant?”
The blood wave spread like a disaster. Under the wild swings of Feng Ju's palms, the blood wave seemed to be given life. It aroused the heavy resentment of the monks who died in the blood wave and turned into a towering giant hand, moving towards The woman in red on the lake grabbed hold of her and ran away.
Yin Baishuang's eyebrows remained as cold as ever. She raised and closed the sword across her chest. The spiritual sword in her hand was very ordinary. The name of the sword was 'Weishuang'. But when she took the sword, the small coffin hanging on her waist opened a corner, and a The big round head poked out with joy and excitement, and his eyes gradually became moist as he looked at the snow-cold spiritual sword.
Her movement of drawing the sword horizontally had almost no fluctuations. An ordinary spiritual sword suddenly had the coldness of the clear light of autumn water. She swiped it horizontally, and streaks of green frost and purple lightning burst out from the sword's edge. The clear and distant lines on the sword were ignited, and for a moment they were dazzling and winding, illuminating the blood waves green and white, as if the color had been refined.
The next moment, heavy waves of blood were torn under the sword, like the tearing autumn wind, in the Qingguang Sword Qi, it was torn into countless bright red blood catkins, and the sword broke.
The sword energy continued, and even entangled more fiercely, like a dragon and a snake entangled. In an instant, the frost sword energy, which was louder than the blood wave, swallowed up Feng Ju's figure in an instant.
After a while, the sword energy dissipated in the vastness. Feng Ju stood on the spot, the scribe's clothes fluttering silently in the wind. The clothes on his body were as clean as ever, without any sword marks, but the skin exposed outside the clothes showed signs of... Mottled traces.
It's like the mottled corpse spots left by the extreme cold, like the frost and snow left on the stone platform over time.
He couldn't feel any pain in his body, but he could feel a cold sense of death spreading rapidly in his body. Feng Ju's eyes were slightly confused, and a bleak feeling of powerlessness arose in his heart. He lowered his head. Looking at his palms, both the skin and the palm lines between the palms have become very thin and transparent, and the white bones under the flesh and blood are clearly visible, as if they can be dispersed by the wind.
Like the straw that broke the last camel's back, Yin Baishuang patted Xiao Shou's head, letting him return to the coffin and swing his sword again.
The sword wind was powerful, like a giant scythe harvesting straw, and the wild grass growing on the lakeside flew away one after another. Feng Ju was swept away by the sword energy, as if a strong wind was blowing, and the hem of his clothes danced against the wind, and the skin and flesh that had finally grown up with great difficulty seemed to be damaged. The clouds were blown away like leaves by the wind, leaving not even an inch behind, only withered bones.
Two eyeballs fell out of their sockets, sliding along the cheekbones and falling to the ground. Feng Ju made a low, painful voice from his mouth. His knees went weak, and he knelt down on the ground, describing himself as lost.
At this time, the clear and crisp voice of the woman in red came from the swaying breeze.
"If you don't accept it, hold it in."
Feng Ju couldn't bear it anymore. With a pop, a large amount of blood seeped out from his white bones, eyes, mouth and nose, soaking his clothes and dyeing the old soil red.
The bones all over his body creaked with endurance, and the will-o'-the-wisps gathered in his eye sockets, jumping ferociously: "You can't kill me!"
Yin Baishuang's laughter was bone-chilling: "But I can make your life worse than death."
Feng Ju roared angrily: "The Dark Dragon is coming to take revenge on the entire world. Today, this land and mountains will be your tombs!"
The red clothes were rising like flames, and Yin Baishuang looked at the magma fire that was swallowing up the darkness in the distance with cold eyes. The momentum was not weaker than the simultaneous eruption of a hundred thousand volcanoes. Even for an immortal, it would undoubtedly be the end of the world. disaster.
Feng Ju lay on the ground and sneered solemnly: "It seems that there is not much time left for the genius girl of Taixuanzong. Even if she is willing to sacrifice herself and purify the source of the devil's breath, it is a pity that she will only be bathed." Lord Nether Dragon, who came from the fire, was crushed into pieces, decayed into dust together with this lotus flower, and will never be reborn again!"
swish swish...
swish swish...
swish swish...
Similar to the movement of insects crawling rapidly in the sand, in the world where the sea of fire spread from the sky, countless dark ghosts were crushing through the border, heading towards popular places to attack and kill crazily.
The black ghost Yin Hands who were able to safely cross the fire that was boiling and burning with the dragon's breath all had the power of cultivation comparable to the Tribulation Realm.
And this is the real terror of the evil spirit that is hidden in the demonic land and far away from the world of mortals.
Yin Baishuang looked solemn, but she didn't expect those ghosts to come so quickly.
The group of filthy creatures hiding in the demonic land are far more difficult to deal with than this giant phoenix.
What's even more frightening is that in that ominous sea of fire, even if she has the blessing of Yinglong's ancestor, her body may not be able to survive even a stick of incense in that sea of fire and magma.
She glanced sideways at the woman deep in the lotus that she had hated for more than two hundred years, and knew that it was absolutely safe for her to evacuate at this moment.
And at this moment, there is not much time left for Su Jing to purify Feng Ming Tu.
Taking a deep breath, Yin Baishuang was mentally prepared for a desperate fight.
As the red sleeves were gently lifted, lightning and calamity fire bloomed in the sleeves.
At the same time, the color of her pale pink lips slowly faded away, and the originally fair and jade-like complexion on her face gradually became as pale and frail as the moonlight for some reason during the second bloom of Thunder Tribulation.
Between the beautiful eyebrows, a bright red thunder line slowly cracked.
In the cold eyes, there was a hint of pain that was difficult to suppress.
When Feng Ju saw this, he couldn't help being shocked, and the ghost fire in his eye sockets jumped: "It turns out that you didn't break through the realm and become an immortal two hundred years ago. It's not because you don't want to become an immortal, but because of the inner demon's vow! You once made the inner demon's great oath. , and violated the oath! Therefore, your thunder tribulation is more terrifying and powerful than the thousand-year-old immortal, so you could not become an immortal two hundred years ago!"
He laughed loudly: "No wonder, no wonder! If you were not forced to have no choice at this moment, you would never have escaped from the catastrophe! It is just the light of the bright moon day and night. The price of today's journey to overcome the catastrophe is probably even your father's. Even Yin Dufeng can’t resolve it! Hahaha!!!”
"Noisy!" Yin Baishuang snorted coldly, and fluttered his sleeves. The disaster of swallowing thunder and hiding sleeves was about to burst out.
If she survives two heavenly tribulations in a row today, I really don’t know what this body will look like.
There was a sound of breaking ice, and a hand came through the flowers and leaves. The fingertips were still wet with unmelted frost and snow, which made the hand look too white and beautiful.
Slippery and cold fingers climbed up the scarlet sleeve, squeezing her thin wrist bones. The palm seemed to contain strange power, and it actually hid all the lightning disasters under its palm.
Yin Baishuang looked back in shock, the cracks between her eyebrows were bright red, and she saw the cold woman covered in lotus fragrance and cold dew, looking at her with an unsullied look, her black and white eyes seemed to have fallen a clear and cold snow.
The other party calmly suppressed her raised arm and said softly: "It doesn't have to be like this."
At this time, Su Jing had just regained consciousness, and her body was still wrapped in the cold air of unmelted frost and snow. Strands of frosty snowflakes were soaked in her black and soft hair, which complemented the appearance of pure jade and was as white as snow.
Yin Baishuang also looked at Su Jing intently, with undisguised disgust slowly appearing in her almond-shaped eyes. She broke away from her hand and said in a cold voice: "You are really arrogant. You are so arrogant. You actually dare to stay as a half-soul in that land of the underworld, you really are not afraid of being assimilated into a vicious spirit."
Su Jing shook his head and said: "The demonic energy of the underworld is difficult to eliminate. It cannot be achieved in a short time."
Yin Baishuang said sarcastically: "Then why did you come back so quickly? Do you really think I would leave your skin and run away for my life?"
Su Jing ignored Yin Baishuang's sarcasm and said with an extremely serious expression, "You can't go through the tribulation again."
Yin Baishuang sneered again with disdain and was about to speak when Su Jing lowered her eyebrows and said, "If you die, do you want the ghost boy to become a helpless ghost dominated by resentment again?"
Yin Baishuang's eyes narrowed violently, her lips tightened, and she stopped talking.
There was no gratitude or pity in Su Jing's eyes, let alone sympathy. She said calmly: "You first solve the problem of the inner demon in your body. Since I have woken up, there is no need to worry about the next thing." You're in great shape."
Yin Baishuang narrowed her eyes, obviously not agreeing with her statement.
Su Jing knew that she was not easy to deal with, so he directly took out his trump card, glanced at it lightly, and said: "If you continue, even if you die, the laws of heaven and earth will be very considerate to find you for you in order to fulfill your oath. The soul of the young master of the Ghost Sect will formally celebrate with you in the underworld, right? That’s fine, the Zhongyou Dynasty has always had a wide range of connections, so it won’t be difficult for me to ask for a glass of wedding wine or two when the time comes.”
Su Jing has always been a man of few words, but when his words start to flow out in rapid succession, they are likely to hit home.
Yin Baishuang's eyelids twitched, it was obvious that she had been brushed against her scales, and she grasped the vital point. Her face was so cold that she said: "Since you want to take over this disaster, I will follow you. If you accidentally die in the sea of fire, I will I don’t have time to fish out your bones and take you back to Taixuan Sect.”
After saying that, she didn't want to hear Su Jing's voice anymore. She pinched the sword with her hand and pointed it at the center of her eyebrows. The bright red cracks began to heal. At the same time, sleepiness came over her like a tide. Yin Baishuang's body softened and she just... Fainted.
Su Jing took half a step back inconsiderately, letting Yin Baishuang fall face down on the cold lake. She drew out the Love-Severing Sword and placed it horizontally on her chest. The faint sword fire enveloped a barrier of mysterious light. , to protect her.
Her white clothes and dark hair fluttered in the wind.
Her cold eyes looked at the fiery magma from far to near, and in those eyes of still water, two burning white lotuses slowly emerged...
