Ning Feiyan raised the tea cup in her hand to clink a cup with him, and her hands touched his waist easily.
"There is nothing to worry about. Haven't I made it through all these years of ups and downs alone? What's more, there is no need to spend your energy and deliberately suppress the chaos in this month.
It’s the rare time in thousands of years that I have gone through a calamity with good weather. You have worked hard to heal the wounds on my body, and I feel relaxed and happy as never before. It doesn’t matter, but you..."
She put down the tea cup in her hand and pretended to straighten the collar of Balian's clothes:.
"I've been tired of you all these days, so I have to make up for the losses I suffered. If I need it next year, I will come to you and lend you some comfort."
After successfully deflecting the topic again, Balian shook his head and smiled, saying: "The coming year will be too far away. When this storm passes, I will go find you."
There are countless succubi who seduce people and play with people's hearts, but there is never a shortage of men who are fascinated by her and want to find her.
But for Ning Feiyan, she was very tired of being stalked.
To her, sincerity that can be deceived by false feelings is worthless and can be abandoned, let alone the opportunity for others to find her.
Ning Feiyan has never seen Bai Lian, like those men in the past, eagerly holding up his sincerity for her to see.
Looking at his smile, I don't know why, but the words of rejection came to my lips but I swallowed them silently.
Then he just smiled and said vaguely: "After the snowstorm, I'm afraid my belly will get bigger and ugly. I don't want to see you."
Balian chuckled lightly, with a different kind of joy in his eyes.
After all, before parting, Ning Feiyan still softened her heart and made him happy for a while.
After straightening the collar of Balian's clothes, Ning Feiyan suddenly sighed and said: "The female devil is obsessed with obsession right now. Since you want to refute her wishes, you are afraid that one day you will really make her crazy. Do this." Some crazy things happen.
If the situation is really going to be irreversible, just listen to me and say her nickname, I think it can bring back some of her humanity. "
"A nickname?" Balian looked at Ning Feiyan in surprise: "Do you know the Demon Lord's nickname?"
Ning Feiyan smiled and said: "Back then, she was an abandoned demon in the wasteland, and I was a lowly succubus. Since the two worked together to seize power, they were always able to know some things that others didn't know."
As she said that, she stood on tiptoes and whispered softly: "A'luo, her nickname is A'luo. If you are in a dead situation, just call her and she will be confused."
"Of course." Ning Feiyan raised the corner of her mouth, hinting at a cold and ruthless smile: "If your timing is more clever, and she is so confused that someone can take advantage of her, you can kill her with one strike. Without her, this scourge will be eliminated."
Bai Lian's head trembled, and he stared at her blankly without speaking.
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Ning Feiyan left the city early and did not deliberately hide the dark eyes in the city.
After she came to the top of the city and summoned a monster white eagle to travel north, the Demon Lord in the Hades Palace and Mi Lu in the Zhaoyu Palace secretly sent a group of silent black tails to follow her.
The demon world is vast, but it is all the land of the king.
Even if Ning Feiyan knew that murder was imminent, where could she escape on this continent?
Many people in the city had guessed that the Demon Lord's abnormal and abnormal rage in the past four days was probably closely related to Ning Feiyan.
She walked in such a hurry, obviously intending to avoid trouble.
But in the minds of these people, such hasty and unprepared behavior to avoid disaster is really stupid.
If a demon king wants a demon minister to die, all he needs to do is give an order.
Under the vast demon world, which force dares to take her in?
But a few days have passed, and everything is calm in the palace. Except for the shadow sent by the Demon Lord on the first day to follow, there is no more killing order, and Ning Feiyan is still out.
There are even those who secretly speculate on the emperor's heart, and even vaguely feel that the Lord of the Four Rivers did not respect the rules and left the city without permission. In fact, the Demon Lord is not as angry as everyone imagined. On the contrary, he has been in a very good mood recently.
During the court meeting, several demon officials made mistakes, and His Majesty the Demon King's methods of punishment were less thunderous and angry, and his methods were much gentler than in the past.
A sealed letter was sent to the Hades Palace, and the shadow reported that Ning Feiyan's whereabouts were getting further and further away from the Demon State, and His Majesty the Demon Lord's mood was obviously getting better and better.
It seems that as long as the Lord of the Four Rivers does not return, His Majesty's mood will continue to be good.
The snow is deep and cold, and the moon is overcast. The tea hill is especially quiet at night.
The surrounding fields are quiet, the chirping of cicadas on the nearby mountains has stopped, only the soft rustling of midge moths can be heard, and the dots of fireflies in the tea garden are flickering among the wild flowers in the evening breeze.
The fragrance of tea is blowing on the face, and Baili is sitting in the mausoleum. The wind is passing through the mountains and fields, the grass is blowing on the sleeves, and the green lamp is quiet under the feet, emitting a bright and clear light, haloing the clothes.
The ancient sword Tiance Junshan was slanted into the bluestone of the ancient road. The thick sword body was surrounded by a faint black-gold sword energy. Under the misty clear light, it reflected a somewhat mysterious color.
The palm of Bailian's left hand rested between his knees, and in his right hand lay a young three-headed demon bird.
That demonic bird was in the ghost mountain. It was attracted by the Heaven-Destroying Sword inserted into Si Li's chest.
Pi Mo Niao died once in the ghost mountain, and his destroyed body was reunited only after the seal left by Hong Ying, the heroic spirit in the middle.
It has been hidden in the seal for more than several months, and now its aura is extremely abundant, and it can freely change the size of its body shape, quietly curled up in the palm of Bai Lian's hand.
Three furry little heads kept pecking at the palm of his hand.
There seemed to be some delicious food hidden in the empty palms, and the three heads rushed to peck at it, constantly emitting cries of joy.
The Pi Mo bird feeds on sword energy and has been seen in the Dongtian Temple.
Now it is kept in Baili'an's body and has not eaten the sword energy. According to common sense, after being released by Baili'an, it should go out to find the sword and eat it.
But the Tiance Junshan Sword from Kunlun was beside him, exuding a sword energy like scented bait.
The bird turned a blind eye and pecked at the palm of his hand, as if it could peck out a flower.
Bailian's index finger moved slightly, and the bird immediately stopped.
The little paws, which looked thin but actually contained terrifying power, stood gently between his knuckles obediently, tilting his head and cooing continuously.
Bailian raised his fingers, put the bird on his shoulder, and raised his eyes to the sky.
It has been more than half a month since he entered the realm of transcending tribulation.
Mortals transcend tribulations and escape from the mortal body.
The corpse demon overcomes the tribulation, crosses the yin and yang of life and death, and gathers yin to form a pearl.
But to this day, except for the purple corpse bead in the dantian under his abdomen that has become more solid and powerful, Bailian has never been able to sense his own corpse bead in his body.
On the contrary, the thin green python sword energy hidden in the corpse bead in the belly had the potential to thrive. It was lying quietly deep in the corpse bead, but it did not have any conflict with the demonic energy in the bead. Instead, it lived peacefully. Float safely in it.
Light green and deep purple, one positive and one evil, the two colors seem to be distinct and complementary to each other.
Balian tried to feed the sword energy with the demonic energy in the corpse bead.
But he found that the sword energy could not be eaten.
Balian was very patient and used his spiritual consciousness to draw the sword energy, slowly pulling away the corpse bead, following the meridian nodes, like a snake crossing water, until it wrapped around his fingertips.
The bird sitting quietly on his shoulder cooed, seeming to be a little interested.
Balian opened his mouth and let out a breath, and the pale white spiritual breath fell into the green sword energy.
In an instant, like sweet rain pouring down, the sword energy grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, condensing into reality.
After several changes, the sword energy in the form of a small green python suddenly differentiated into two pythons, with their tail ends connected and the two pythons raising their heads.
Bailian was surprised by this strange change, and Tiance Junshan, which was leaning into the crack of the stone, trembled, as if he was thinking about it, and there was a slight echo.
Bailian's eyes moved, and he looked at Tiance Junshan Sword with a bit of surprise.
The Tiance Junshan Sword came from the Kunlun Mountains. Although it is unknown which weapon refiner master made it, this ancient sword is an unfinished product.
This sword cannot be possessed by spirits, nor can it be engraved with inscriptions.
The world's spiritual swords can be controlled with the heart, not unilaterally using spiritual energy to drive away objects.
Rather, one needs to cultivate the heart of the sword first, use the inscriptions as a bridge to communicate with the spirit, and talk to the sword in one heart, only then can the sword be truly meaningful.
This is where the power of the spiritual sword lies.
Communicate with the sword, and with a thought, the sword will howl out!
Only a sword with inscriptions engraved on it can be called a spiritual sword.
Otherwise, a sword with an inscription that is difficult to engrave would be like a stubborn stone that cannot be enlightened and cannot be communicated with.
Every day a sword is born, the heart of the sword is born.
If the sword holder's thoughts cannot be communicated through the inscriptions on the sword.
Over time, the sword heart that cannot hear the language of this world will slowly die away as the years pass by.
But tonight, this Tiance Junshan Sword actually had an instant touch.
At that moment, Balian seemed to catch an extremely weak heartbeat.
His eyes brightened, and he pointed out his fingers, and the blue double python sword energy flew out quickly from his fingertips, like a clear sea of light, and sank into the thick sword body.
a long time.
There was no movement from Tiance Junshan Sword, which was surrounded by a faint sword energy.
It's like a deaf and blind old man who is dying, breathing out the sword energy of death.
Baili watched quietly for a long time, and when he saw that Tiance's Junshan sword really didn't touch it again, he thought to himself, could his idea be wrong?
There is inevitably some disappointment in my heart.
He raised his hand and was about to call back the sword energy. Unexpectedly, with a slight movement of his fingers, he captured the fleeting heartbeat again.
It's not an illusion!
Balian closed his eyes and concentrated.
When he opened his eyes again, his dark eyes clearly reflected the outline of the ancient sword under the night sky.
He spread his palms as if summoning another self.
"Buzz!"
The heavy sound of the sword echoed in the cracks of the bluestone. The sound of the sword was not clear and clear, as if the heart was as calm and calm as death.
Balian's naturally clear and gentle eyes suddenly became stern, and he said in a deep voice: "How can your heart be broken before you break the sword!"
The cracks in the bluestone became wider, a clear sound suddenly appeared, and the ancient sword suddenly rose.
Guided without thought, driven away without intention, it drew out several sword lights that cut through the wind and snow, like waking up from a dream, and finally landed steadily in Bailian's palm.
The weight of the cold long sword was slightly reduced in his hand. Bai Lian gently held the sword flower, holding the sword and sleeves horizontally, and looked at the ancient sword carefully.
The body of the sword is intertwined with black and gold, and its sharp edge has not been revealed. The self-contained long sword is quite restrained.
He suddenly let out a light sigh and saw a slightly thick layer of dark blood rust attached to the hidden edge under the sword grid.
The color is dark, and if you don't look closely, it almost blends into the black sword body.
At that time, the slightly thick blood rust peeled off into ash and fell away, revealing a hidden inscription between the original sword edges.
The green double python sword energy flows into this inscription, and the sword shines brightly.
Balian was right.
It was indeed an inscription, but this inscription was shallow and only outlined a shallow initial stroke. It was difficult to describe, but it could only be regarded as a residual pattern.
But it is this residual pattern, like a small crack cracked on the thick cocoon fossil, that shines into the world in the sword with the help of the green sword light.
At this moment, this Tiance Junshan Sword was truly awakened for the first time.
Balian watched the sword carefully and couldn't help but have a smile on his face.
That faint ancient pattern, like a sword mark, guides the sword that was once abandoned by its owner, clearly giving the direction.
The Tiance Junshan Sword trembled in his hand, and there was a sense of excitement and joy at being picked up in his hand again.
Bailian flicked his sword and smiled, his mood quietly changing with the sword.
It has been more than half a month since I passed through the tribulation, and the difficult problem that has always been difficult to grasp seems to be solved in this moment.
He raised his sword and tapped the void three times, like a ceremonial ceremony before knocking on a door.
In the realm of overcoming the tribulation, what can be easily changed is not only the spiritual power and the extraordinary physical body of the general, but also the state of mind that enters the world and understands the subtleties.
Qiyun City above the sky.
Cloud City is like a distant road, and you can see the wonderful scene of two open doors in the distance.
A vague connection, like a red thread between the hearts, connects the world on the other side to this side.
Shadows surged beneath him, and a wolf shadow emerged.
There are clouds in the sky and the dawn is shining, and there is a miracle hidden there.
Balian didn't expect it would actually work.
Since leaving the ancient city of Xianling, the Ghost Mountain has been sealed again, and the bronze gate has never been closed, Bailian seems to have been cut off from that mysterious and terrifying world.
But Wangyue does not belong to the six realms. If he really separated from the Bronze Gate, how could Wangyue survive?
So, Balian had a bold idea, to use the power of the dragon soul to overcome the nine-death calamity, and open the soul to the spirit to summon the ancient gate.
And the fact is just as Bai Lian expected, the Bronze Gate chose its master and became silent, not really claiming to be under the three realms of Ghost Mountain, but was taken away from Xianling City by Bai Lian and hid in the realm of no realm. .
Now, he actually summoned the Bronze Gate in this demon world, but it was still dark, and he had one more way to compete with the demon king.
Above the sky, the silhouettes of the two doors disappeared. The Moon-Watching Wolf let out a long roar and jumped into Bailian's shadow to hide.
The wind blew through the wild grass, and the fireflies dispersed.
Under the shadow of the green lantern, at some point, a boy playing the flute appeared, kneeling at his feet as if he were surrendering.
At this time, the sound of the evening wind gradually came closer. Bailian raised his eyes to look for the sound, and saw Yin Baishuang walking along the mountain path into the night fog.
