Bailian's body turned flexibly in mid-air several times, but the Dragon-Slaying Sword in his hand lingered.
The squeaking hem of his clothes almost always brushed against the smooth dragon scales, and his whole body slid along the dragon's belly.
After the battle at the Bronze Gate, Bailian was also very experienced in dealing with such huge dragons and snakes.
He released the Moon Wolf in the shadow, biting and swallowing the ghost hands that swooped over the dragon's body. Without the need for Bailian to look around, the surrounding obstacles and dangers were instantly swept away by the Moon Wolf.
Soon he came to the heart of the dragon's belly, and the golden ancient sword shined brightly in his hands.
The blood energy condensed on the edge, coupled with the Dragon Slaying Sword, a sword with special attributes, which was invulnerable to fire and immortal, the dragon scales were like a hot knife entering cold oil at this moment, easily cutting a huge gap.
The scarlet dragon's blood spurted out with the black mist-like turbid breath. The wound was not big, but it was extremely deep.
Bailian slashed his sword into the dragon scale, but he didn't rush to put the sword away. He stuck the sword tip deep in the wound, pressed the sword with his arm, and struck the hilt of the dragon-slaying sword with the Tiance Junshan hammer with his backhand. .
The broken dragon scale wound between the heart was instantly pried open into a deep wound, as if the scab was being torn open with blood dripping from it.
The bright red heart under the scales is beating continuously, and the black and white mottled flesh whiskers dance wildly.
At this moment, a human arm hung limply out of the flesh and blood tentacles.
Ye Shu, who reacted very quickly, instantly recovered from the shock and said excitedly: "It's Lin Zheng! A hand fell out!"
Balian slashed open a large piece of tentacles with his sword. The Dragon-Slaying Sword was stained with the blood generated by the bones of the Immortal through the secret method of the academy. It was the existence that these Yin derivatives were most afraid of.
Under the sweep of the sword, it is like a brush painting scattered in water and ink, and it disappears with a light brush.
It's just that the blood generated by the bones of the Immortal is limited, and it is very spiritual to deal with a being at the level of master of heaven and earth like Minglong.
Slashing two swords in a row clearly felt strenuous, and the tendrils sprouting from the heart grew faster than locoweed.
Bai Lian knew what he was facing and didn't dare to continue fighting.
Grabbing one of Lin Zheng's arms, he once again broke the bones and produced blood, smearing it on the entire sword body. The golden sword pattern was instantly ignited by the blood, and was poured into the heart of Minglong.
The heart suddenly jumped as if the earth was shaking, and then densely packed terrifying meridians exploded on the surface of the bright red heart, and then it became dead silent as if frozen in time.
The fluttering flesh whiskers instantly shriveled and drooped, and the rhythm of devouring Lin Zheng also stopped. Half of his body rolled out from a pile of rotten flesh crushed by the sword energy.
Bai Lian took advantage of the situation and pulled Lin Zheng out of his heart. With a pop, he brought out a lot of minced meat and returned to the rock.
Ye Shu quickly helped Lin Zheng's body without checking his breathing. He just put his palms on his back vest and continued to pour spiritual power.
Bailian tore off a piece of his sleeve, quickly wrapped it around the wound between his palms, and said, "He's not breathing."
Ye Shu's black and white eyes shone slightly, and there was no big emotional wave. He calmly uttered three words: "I can't die."
Lin Zheng was clearly just a human monk, but his body contained all kinds of unexplainable weirdness.
Not to mention why he was able to accelerate the awakening of the Dark Dragon, even though he had been assimilated and devoured by the heart for so long, there was basically no external injury visible on his body.
And listening to Ye Shu's tone, it seemed that he had already expected the outcome that he would not be completely devoured and refined by the dark dragon.
Sure enough, not long after, under the infusion of Ye Shu's spiritual power, Lin Zheng's cold and lifeless body gradually began to regain life, and some color slowly returned to his pale face.
Ye Shu stood up and carried him behind him, glanced at the dark dragon slowly walking through the sea of fire, and calmly analyzed:
"It is impossible to re-seal Minglong with just a dragon-slaying sword. It is getting closer and closer to the Demon Realm King's City. This place has gradually been able to sense the demonic energy seeping in from the outside world. If it continues to 'eat' like this , the dark dragon will only become more and more..."
Halfway through his words, Ye Shu's tone suddenly stopped and he looked in a certain direction.
Balian asked: "What's wrong?"
"Someone..."
"people."
"It's a survivor." Ye Shu said calmly, looking at a green willow leaf that had been enlarged by countless quilts floating in the sea of fire. There were more than a dozen people standing sparsely on the leaf, all of whom were the same people who entered the underground palace.
They are all monks who can survive in the slave camp. In a desperate situation, they naturally have some means to save their lives.
He looked at the leader standing in front of Qingye Zhou. He was a middle-aged monk with an ordinary appearance. He was holding a igniter's incense in his hand.
The faint white fragrant mist floated and lingered between the green leaves and the small boat. It was probably that the ghost hands in the surrounding magma mistook the scent for the same kind, so they crossed over here without being disturbed.
Now that the Dark Dragon has fully revived and awakened, this group of human monks did not care whether they would face the killing of the demon king after they went out, so they ran for their lives.
However, as the green leaf boat crossed the fire all the way, its spiritual power gradually dissipated and collapsed. Obviously, there was not enough time for them to safely evacuate this underground palace.
When they saw the only piece of ground stone left in the sea of fire, everyone ran away like a monkey's buttocks on fire.
As soon as one of the monks jumped up, he drew out his sword, pointed at Ye Shu and said sternly: "You little devil is not dead yet?!"
Another monk also drew his sword and said with a cold face: "The Lin family has really raised a white-eyed wolf for so many years. Old Marquis Lin has been so good to you, but you actually want to harm the little Marquis' life! Why don't you put him down quickly! "
Ye Shu was too lazy to pay attention to these guys who could only bark incompetently.
The monks who had just escaped from the sea of fire were about to riot. As soon as they landed on the shore, they saw the culprit who had caused them so much misery. They were all furious and wanted to kill the dog thief with the sword.
Until Titian, the middle-aged monk at the head of the Qingye boat, came ashore, he didn't say a word, but he made the angry people instantly quiet down.
Ye Shu glanced at them mockingly.
Weak people always like to live in groups when facing difficulties. They have the least power in their hands, but they shout louder than anyone else.
And they prefer to consciously pick a leader with tacit understanding and habit, and follow that person's lead.
But looking at the behavior of the middle-aged monk, it is obvious that the incense belongs to him, and the Qingye boat also belongs to him.
But he doesn't have a bossy attitude, nor does he have the power to unite people from all sides like the young Marquis Lin Zheng.
It seemed extremely quiet from beginning to end, even a little inconspicuous.
Because of his sensitive identity, Ye Shu doesn't like to make random contacts with irrelevant people.
He had no contact with the group of monks in the Zhan Slave Camp, and this group of monks always regarded themselves very highly and disdained to associate with the son of a retainer. So Ye Shu didn't realize until now that there was such a person hidden in the team. figure.
The middle-aged monk didn't say a word, and he didn't even have the slightest intention of being courteous to the corporal.
But even Lin Zheng, who was good at dancing, couldn't do what he did. He stood there at the critical moment and made everyone subconsciously bow their heads towards him, worshiping him as their leader in a submissive and submissive manner.
Ye Shu lowered his eyes and looked at the incense in his hand that was about to burn out: "Yin incense is a strange thing for you to see."
The middle-aged monk in simple clothes remained silent, holding the two fingers that smelled of Yinxiang and spreading them lightly.
A short piece of incense fell straight to the ground, and by chance, it was embedded in the cracked hole in the ground, and the fragrance slowly bloomed.
He put his hands in his cuffs, his eyelids slightly raised, and his shoulders lightly hunched, showing a completely defenseless and devoid of temperament posture.
At this moment, he looked like the second uncle watching a show in the market. It would be even more appropriate if he had a handful of melon seeds in his hand to crack.
Balian listened to the movements of this group of people, sighed helplessly, and said, "Are you planning to leave the underground palace and take refuge in the royal city first?"
When they heard Bai Lian's question, the monks were respectful. After all, the Taixuan Sect's reputation was too prestigious.
Although there were many arguments with him in the bone wall of the underground palace at that time, now that he has calmed down, he naturally knows that there is no need to break up with this disciple of Taixuan Sect.
The two monks who first started to question Ye Shu put away their swords and were about to reply. Who would have thought that the middle-aged man opened his eyes and looked Bailian up and down: "Not really, I I came here to see how you plan to deal with this evil beast."
Balian: "..."
He spoke suddenly and suddenly, leaving everyone in the audience speechless for a moment.
This is an understatement. Let's see how he plans to deal with the evil beast?
This was said as if the second uncle who had nothing to do in the east of the city had gone to the north of the city early to watch people slaughter pigs.
Bailian said very politely: "I wonder what you call me, senior?"
The middle-aged man replied: "Ni Di." A strange surname and a strange first name.
Bailian said sincerely: "Senior Tui, I really can't deal with this."
The middle-aged man frowned slightly, as if he was very dissatisfied with his answer.
Balian smiled and tentatively asked, "How about you, old man, come and give it a try?"
The middle-aged man's brows furrowed deeper, but at this time, all the emotions in his eyes had subsided, making the ordinary and unfamiliar middle-aged man's face look a little cold: Minglong will be unable to leave this underground palace for a while. You can take this opportunity to return to the royal city. "
Bailian was smart and heard the hidden meaning in his words, so he asked: "Why can't Minglong leave the underground palace for a while?"
The middle-aged man's slanted eyes were deep and he said indifferently: "Since the Minglong broke away from the five swords, how far has it traveled in half an hour?"
If you ask this question to others, no one will be able to answer it. In such despair, everyone is thinking about how to get out of the predicament, who can care about this.
Bailian replied: "One thousand three hundred and forty miles."
Everyone, including Ye Shu, looked at him with surprise and admiration.
The middle-aged man was calm and calm, and even took Bai Lian's unusually calm behavior as a matter of course.
"Let me ask you again, how far has Minglong traveled after one hour?"
Bailian fell into deep thought, and his expression finally became serious.
Not because he didn't know the answer, but because he finally realized an important piece of information.
"It's one hundred and ninety-six miles."
The difference in speed between the front and rear is not that big.
Half an hour after Minglong broke through the seal of the Five Swords, its speed slowed down significantly.
But in the entire underground palace, and even in the demon world, it is an invincible existence.
Who else, and what price should they pay,... can be so effective in holding back Minglong?
Is it Su Jing? Or Yin Baishuang? !
At this time, the middle-aged man added another sentence with a sudden stroke of genius: "The sky and the earth are spinning back to Dragon Control. I hesitate to go here. You must know that you are not the only one who can wield the dragon-slaying sword here."
Bailian's eyes narrowed violently, and he suddenly thought of the sound of thunder and lightning that could be heard faintly from the depths of the underground palace not long ago, and he gradually became uneasy.
He ignored everyone, and Yu Jian rushed towards the direction of the sea of fire again.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Ye Shu frowned and took a deep look at the middle-aged monk. For a moment, he couldn't tell what his intentions were.
He was worried that Bai Lian would face Minglong alone, so he held Lin Zheng tighter on his back. Without hesitation, Yu Jian also chased after him, saying urgently: "Don't be fooled, this person is clearly irritating you."
Bailian said: "But what he said is also true."
Since he was the one who involved Su Jing, Yin Baishuang and others, there was absolutely no reason to abandon them in danger and ignore them.
Ye Shu's voice suddenly became extremely serious: "Do you really think you can defeat the Dark Dragon? He is obviously tempting you to jump into the fire pit."
The Dark Dragon, which had been struck by a sword in the heart, sank into the magma. Balian Yujian was not too close to it and said, "But why do you think he would do such a boring thing?"
Ye Shu frowned: "I don't know."
Bailian asked: "Before this, have you seen this person in the team?"
Ye Shu said in a daze: "There are so many people, I have no impression."
Balian said seriously: "But I do."
Even though he could not see, he was extremely vigilant. Although he did not get to know each and every one of his fellow travelers, he did know that he followed Lin Zheng all the way into the human monks in this underground palace...
--no such person!
Ye Shu was not stupid. After a little prodding, he suddenly realized and his face turned pale: "You mean he is not with us?"
Unknowingly, someone sneaked into this group of people without leaving any trace.
What's even more chilling is that none of the dozen or so people in the same boat with him realized that there was a stranger in the team.
He actually accepted him very enthusiastically and naturally, showing him enthusiasm and admiration.
After thinking about this, Ye Shu suddenly felt terrified.
But Baili An's next words almost made Ye Shu's skin break out in goosebumps.
"I observed him for a long time. His body temperature was very low. He talked for a long time, and he didn't even breathe. He... had no heartbeat."
Ye Shu's expression changed slightly: "According to what you said, there is actually a demon mixed into our team?! What is his purpose!"
Balian shook his head and said: "You don't have to be so nervous. I Moyo guessed what his purpose was. He probably has no evil intentions towards us."
To be precise, it was him alone.
