The Chi demon is like a pool of blood. Suddenly the entire pool boils and heats up. Violent water bubbles roll and burst. Thick blood mist rises and gathers mistyly on the stone statue.
The blood of the Chi Demon is naturally highly poisonous. After the blood pool evaporates and transitions, the poisonous effect of the blood is greatly reduced. The blood mist is so thick that it condenses into blood dew on the surface of the stone statue.
The man took out a porcelain jade bottle from his sleeve and held the mouth of the bottle facing each other, trying to collect the blood of the chi demon that had condensed on the stone statue.
The space suddenly became cold, and the man suddenly felt that the temperature around him was dropping at a terrifying speed.
The boiling and dispersing blood mist made a slow freezing sound, and the blood of the chi demon on the stone statue was completely transformed into blood-red ice beads.
"Ding Ling..."
In the dark legal realm, the clear and cold sound of the collision of cold jade echoed, like a clear spring flowing from a stone, clear and crisp.
Her robe is as bright as a flower, like a fire like a maple, but not overpowering. It is like a red candle shining coldly, making her feel cold and disgusted by all her thoughts.
Seeing the unmistakable brows clearly, the man's pupils shrank violently, his brows darkened unconsciously, and he said gloomily: "Is it you?"
Yin Baishuang loosened her clothes and sleeves, and held the Hanzhi Sword that had been unsheathed in her hand. The blade of the sword, which reflected the cold light, was stained with bright red blood drops.
She dragged an unconscious person with her left hand, swung her slender arm forward, and threw the unconscious person to the man's feet.
Those pair of almond-shaped eyes that were born to be extremely cold glanced at the man's face, and his tone was flat: "It's you."
The two faint words made the man's face stiffen, completely dispelling any luck in his heart.
He never thought that this arrogant and crazy Young Palace Master of Cangwu Palace would still remember him despite his low profile in the Tianxi Sword Sect.
The man raised his dark eyes and unconsciously rubbed the golden thread pattern between his sleeves with his fingers, looking at the woman in front of him with cold eyes like a snake.
But seeing her holding a sword in one hand, the cold ice edges around her body were circling and floating, and her whole body exuded a thrilling and cold beauty that was beyond description.
Dressed in red, she was spotless, with only a few drops of blood splashing between her fair cheeks, which made her cold and desolate look look a little bloody and strange.
He knew that since this woman had the ability to come here, it meant that none of his men on the periphery would be spared.
The man opened his palm and held out a cold sword. With a wave of his arm, he killed the subordinate at his feet who was guiding her.
Blood splattered in three steps, but he didn't show any killing intent, and his movements were as easy as killing a chicken.
The man sheathed his sword and saluted Yin Baishuang politely, and said in a low voice: "I have met Palace Master Yin Shao."
Yin Baishuang lowered her eyes and glanced at the subordinate who was holding his neck and twitching, and finally lost his life. There was no sympathy in his cold almond eyes: "What kind of fun are you playing?"
The man's expression was meticulous: "I heard that Palace Master Yin has a blood feud with the Tianxi Sword Sect. It's a coincidence that this is also the case for me."
Yin Baishuang sneered: "What? Do you still want to drag me into plotting against the Tianxi Sword Sect with you?"
The man said: "I don't dare to have such greedy thoughts. The relationship between Young Palace Master Yin and the Tianxi Sword Sect is a personal grudge. Young Palace Master Yin is of noble birth and symbolizes the entire Cangwu Palace. It seems that it cannot be provoked by selfish grudges." The quarrel between the two sects.
It's just that I'm different from Palace Master Yin Shao. I come from a poor family and have nothing to offer. I have the revenge of killing my mother with the Tianxi Sword Sect, but I have to avenge it. "
"Revenge for killing your mother?" Yin Baishuang stared at the man carefully, and the sneer on his face deepened: "It's ridiculous, do you mean to say that your mother died because of Ye Qingzhou?"
The man's expression was rigid: "Even among close relatives, it is normal in this world for a husband to kill his wife and a father to kill his son."
Hearing the words 'father kills son', the sarcasm on Yin Baishuang's face completely disappeared: "Do you want to die?"
The man's face was indifferent, but the whites of his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes: "Palace Master Yin, I deeply sympathize with you and the young master, so from the beginning, you are not on my killing list.
I have no intention of being your enemy, and I never expected you to help me overthrow the Tianxi Sword Sect’s thousand-year foundation.
I just hope that you can pretend that you have never seen what happened today. I will remember this kindness in my heart for the rest of my life. "
"Okay." Yin Baishuang raised her slender eyebrows and agreed very readily.
The expression on the man's face finally changed, and a helpless and bitter smile slowly appeared on the corner of his lips.
He raised his palms, held his cheeks, and laughed softly: "Since Palace Master Yin agreed so readily, it seems that there is really no room for change in this matter. If possible, I really don't want to touch you. Life."
Yin Baishuang raised her eyes coldly and said in a disdainful tone: "Do you have this ability?"
The man didn't take it seriously at her contempt and ridicule. He shook his head and said, "Is it because he is the young master's father?"
Yin Baishuang's tone became even colder and disdainful: "He is also worthy of being a father."
"I can't understand." The man looked at the sword in his hand and shook his head.
Yin Baishuang's plain side face was shrouded in the cold mist, her eyelashes drooped naturally, a few strands of thin forehead hair hung lonely between her pale cheeks, but her eyes were cold and empty.
"In this Tianxi Sword Sect, whether you deceive the master and destroy the ancestors, or whether you are a patricide and a murderer, I have no control and I have no time to care about you. But what you are after is the thirteen star ropes on Tianshan Mountain. You want to let the sword If the mountain collapses and the White Camel Mountain ceases to exist, I will not agree to this!"
The man looked at her dark eyes and let out a long sigh, seeming to understand something: "So that's it. Although the Dongli Villa on Baituo Mountain has not been inhabited for a long time, it is where the young master grew up after all. What a place.”
He looked confused: "But if those thirteen star strings continue, the inheritance of Tianxi Sword Sect will continue. I must carry out my mission of revenge."
A wild wind and snow suddenly floated around Yin Baishuang, and the strong Qi surged. A sharp ice edge on his side became as slender as a sword, and the faint Xuanhan breath seemed to spurt out slowly.
But the next moment, the ice edge disappeared.
A ray of silver-white light suddenly penetrated the man's shoulder, and the blood splashed onto the ground and quickly condensed into ice.
The speed is so fast that people don't even have time to react.
Yin Baishuang's pretty face was cold: "You can try it."
The man was holding his injured shoulder, blood continuously leaking from his fingers, and his face was pale.
He chuckled and said: "Palace Master Yin Shao just broke through the tribulation not long ago. Naturally, I am not your opponent. However, I have made a blood contract with the Chi Monster and we are symbiotic. With the help of Hanzhi, Palace Master Yin Shaoguang I’m afraid it will be difficult for the sword to kill me.”
Soon, the blood between his fingers stopped flowing out. He put down his palm, and the wound on his shoulder had healed.
Such a powerful healing ability is comparable to that of the zombie demon.
Yin Baishuang narrowed her eyes, feeling sad and ridiculous at the man's crazy behavior.
"You actually made a blood pact with a monster and transformed yourself into this inhuman and monster-like appearance just for your ridiculous path of revenge."
The man couldn't deny it and retorted: "For a deceased person, he lives and dreams of life and death every day, obsessed with the past and not thinking about the rest of his life. Palace Master Yin Shao is not a pitiful person."
This time, Yin Baishuang surprisingly did not get angry.
She gently stroked the sword in her hand and said calmly: "It is better to dwell on the past than to be careless. Even if no one in the world remembers his existence and forgets him, as long as I remember him, he will always be there." .
Drunken and dreamy? Oh, what's wrong with that? At least, in my dreams, I can see him often, and that's enough. "
The man's fingers touched the golden chrysanthemum on his sleeve again, with a hint of compassion in his dull eyes: "It is said that Han Zhi and Mo Yang are always dependent on each other. Both of these swords were brought out by Master Yin Shao from the Divine Weapon Palace. Yeah, why can’t I see Han Zhi today but not Mo Yang?”
Yin Baishuang's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, but there was no expression on her face.
The man continued: "Han Zhi's attribute is ice, and Mo Yang's attribute is fire. With the two swords coming out, I will be able to slay the Chi demon with overwhelming force.
Ah... I forgot that since Mo Yang Sword was born, it has never shown half an inch of edge. Even if Mo Yang Sword is here, it is absolutely impossible for Palace Master Yin to draw this sword to kill evil spirits. "
The chi demon was surging uneasily in the blood pool, and the burning demon blood was boiling and surging violently in its body, as if burning, emitting a red-orange light.
The burning demon blood covered the Chi Demon's huge body like flowing magma, forming patches of bloody scales.
And Yin Baishuang seemed to sense something. She stepped on the chess steps, the black and white lines were like the sharp boundaries cutting the world, and the Hanzhi Sword sounded low,
The cold air was like a tide, and the invisible white mist seemed to hide countless sharp blades. During the surge of air, the man's cheek was cut with several slender bloody openings.
However, he did not move a step and continued to whisper: "Palace Master Yin, today your defeat has been revealed. Although I don't want to take your life, the Tianxi Sword Sect must be destroyed, so I am sorry."
Yin Baishuang sneered and took a step forward. The space was filled with coldness, and an invisible and huge cold sword seemed to appear above the blood pool, slashing down towards the blood pool.
The hanging stone statue of Kunlun God was cut in half by her in a rebellious manner. The water in the blood pool froze into ice, and the demon blood turned into scales also withered and fell from the Chi Demon's body.
Her brows were filled with purple, and as her black hair danced wildly, all the formless space miasma around her body was torn apart.
The man who was absolutely at a disadvantage showed no fear of the impending death on his face. He spoke out a name unhurriedly: "Bailian."
The huge cold sword that was slashing towards him disintegrated due to the sudden chaos in its master's energy.
It turned into endless flying frost and snow, and the snowflakes danced wildly. Looking out from the crazy snow flakes, in the deep cold and broken sword light, there was a pair of apricot eyes hiding the ruthless aura of the blade.
The man sighed and said, "Palace Master Yin, you might as well guess why I still remember this name?"
Before Yin Baishuang could speak, he started talking to himself: "Forget it, let me first guess why Young Palace Master Yin suddenly abandoned the Mo Yang Sword that has never left her for many years?"
"I heard that when Xianling City was selecting its city lord, Palace Master Yin Shao was also in the city. What a coincidence. A few days ago, when the Tianxi Sword Sect disciples were being selected, our Baituo Mountain also welcomed this new city lord. Adults’ participation.”
"Palace Master Yin Shao forced to break through the tribulation in the demon world, which caused the inner demon's oath to backfire. This is the most critical period.
Instead of suppressing your inner demons in Cangwu Palace, you accepted the invitation from Tianxi Sword Sect and came to White Camel Mountain. "
The man's voice was extremely soft, but every word hit the mark:
"Palace Master Yin, did you notice something, but you didn't dare to believe it? You didn't dare to have expectations, you were afraid of mustering up the courage to wait for a tree to bloom but no leaves fell, so you simply closed your eyes and would rather follow the old path , continue to be confused and unwilling to seek the truth soberly, are you afraid of going from disappointment to despair again? "
"Shut up!" Yin Baishuang raised her dark eyes, but her body retreated unconsciously.
The man's fingers continued to rub the golden chrysanthemum embroidered pattern on his sleeves, and he said in shock: "What if I said... I won't be disappointed?"
Yin Baishuang strangely did not continue to answer. The fingers hidden in her sleeves were spasming, as if she was trying her best to suppress something.
After a long while, the pain and loneliness that had been deeply rooted in her heart finally emerged little by little into those almond-shaped eyes.
The knuckles holding the sword were pale and blue, and his voice was so raw that it was almost difficult to hear clearly: "What...what did you say?"
The man raised his finger and pointed at the chi demon in the blood pool beside him, his smile suddenly turned weird.
"Master Yin Shaogong came here to find out the whereabouts of Buried Heart, and went to the Abyss. But what you are looking for...is it really the Demonic River Buried Heart?"
Yin Baishuang's eyes were filled with scarlet blood little by little. She looked at the chi demon and said in a cold voice: "Did you control the demon and eat that kid?!"
The smile on the man's face deepened: "Look, I haven't said who it is yet."
Yin Baishuang tightened the sword in her hand and pursed her lips pale: "This is impossible... you are lying!"
"Am I lying, or are you, Palace Master Yin, deceiving yourself?"
The man shook his head and said: "Unfortunately, not long ago, like everyone else in the mountain, I thought it was just a farce two hundred years ago. Until the night before, in the cold forest, Qilian City turned to the young man named Si Chen. , read out a name.”
He breathed out gently: "Bailian."
Three words, faint, hit Yin Baishuang's vital point accurately and ruthlessly.
The man laughed and tapped his temple with his finger.
He looked at the woman whose expression began to show shock, confusion, confusion, ecstasy, panic, confusion, and finally collapse, and continued:
"This is really a distant name. For two hundred years, this name has been covered and buried by the name Ying Xiu, just like the sand in the snowy land, making people forget it.
If I hadn't received a favor from the young master back then, maybe even I would have almost forgotten this name. "
"Speaking of which, he was tricked by Burial Heart and fell here. He was lured here by a little ghost raised by Burial Heart.
Palace Master Yin Shao, tell me, why is this? Why does he care so much about a little devil? "
Yin Baishuang's body began to tremble slightly, and everything in front of her seemed to be distorted by the chaotic emotions.
I have never understood why Shou would be inexplicably close to a strange corpse demon, but at this moment, he seemed to suddenly become clear.
She still couldn't believe it and refused to believe it!
But when he first met the zombie demon in Kongcang Mountain, Shou bit off a piece of the boy's flesh and ate it, and he could still remember how he cried loudly.
It's not that the corpse demon's flesh and blood is poisonous, but... it's the little ghost eating the master, feeling something?
The boy who was afraid of the sun had a fatal wound in his heart.
A corpse demon who drinks very little.
He pulled out the Mo Yang Sword.
Su Jing's inexplicable closeness.
And the familiar feeling when he smiled.
The truths that came to her mind almost crushed her bones, her consciousness was shattered, and her blood seemed to be hard to supply.
The final scene was fixed on her 'first encounter' with him in the forest. Han Zhijian flew away the glass umbrella with one sword, and he was exposed to the sun, with his skin festering, suffocating and painful.
Bang! ! !
The Hanzhi Sword in his hand seemed to have become something poisonous and hot, and fell to the ground.
Yin Baishuang's lips felt cold, her teeth felt cold, and her cold and desperate emotions were like a tide, overwhelming her.
