The mountains of corpses and the sea in the distance rise and fall, and the crows and crows are endlessly dark.
Among the thousands of beings, a door to the void opened, and light flowed out from the gap between the two people.
As the light flickered, the figures of the two people were stretched diagonally.
Balian dazedly touched his lips, her light breath still lingering on his lips.
A kiss as light as a dragonfly's drop of water, she had the faint and cold fragrance of blue orchid, and her cold deep pupils were like the cool jade in the ink pond.
Balian chuckled inappropriately at this inappropriate kiss.
He looked at her deeply: "Miss Su Jing, you seem to be hiding something?"
Su Jing's calm gaze unconsciously averted slightly and said nothing.
Bailian lowered his arms and added: "I don't deny that at the beginning, I did regard the memories of my lifetime as the biggest goal in my life.
Whether I go to Xianling City or Tianxi Sword Sect, it’s all because I’m looking for memories from the past.
You and I met in Xianling City. Miss Su Jing clearly knew that I was eager to seek memories, but she didn't mention it and pretended to be strangers.
It can be seen from this that my death in the past is really inseparable from you. "
Su Jing's face suddenly turned pale, her eyes trembled slightly, and she said nothing.
Balian's eyes were calm. Because he had nothing to remember, there was no resentment in his eyes, only purity.
"The past cannot be remonstrated, but the past can still be traced. The further I go on the road of pursuing memories, the more I can gradually understand why the Corpse Mo clan has set an iron rule that 'the dead cannot pursue memories of their lifetimes' .
The reason why I stay with Tianxi is not that I am no longer obsessed with the truth of the past, I just want a closure. "
Listen to the wind and wait for the flowers to bloom.
The body is in Changyuan, the heart is like flowers and trees, growing towards the sun.
Whether it's collapsing mountains or attracting sword souls, Balian's goal is always clear.
In the past three years since he joined the world, he has been constantly searching for memories and identity from his past life.
But now, Balian has chosen another path as he is closest to the truth.
Su Jing's fingertips tightened in silence, and she stared blankly at the young man in front of her. There was a hint of confusion deep in her clear eyes, as if the years were inadvertently overlapping and reflected in front of her eyes.
On the side of the mountain top, the tide is rushing, and the young man who has been burning like fire in his years has left decisively.
A person who has been shattered into pieces and riddled with holes after experiencing misery, and the fragments have been mended completely by the threads of time.
But Du Du was always able to leave no room for her.
Su Jing didn't want him to think about the past, but at the same time he didn't want him to act calm and indifferent.
So far away...
Why is it that a person who is clearly so close is still so far away no matter whether it was two hundred years ago or now.
Having experienced that tragic disaster, she knew it very well.
To the people in front of her, she must speak her words and do things well.
Otherwise, if she holds it too tightly, blood will drip from her palm and flow like sand.
Don't force it, don't be greedy. Between him, just ask for no regrets when meeting each other and no regrets for the past.
It is better to gather thousands of things together than to keep them with thin branches. You should adapt and have a plan.
But even though there were millions of reasons in her heart to convince herself, she still couldn't be truly open-minded and indifferent and let nature take its course.
How to abstain from sex when you are already in love?
The yin and yang lines of life and death once told her clearly: some people can be easily erased by time, just like dust...
Su Jing stood upright, with messy black hair and pursed thin lips. She suddenly said: "If you insist on entering the valley, I will come with you."
Balian frowned and said: "Lingdian Sword Palace will be destroyed in all directions. Even the eternal barrier outside the Chaos Valley may not be able to withstand it. That's why I invited your father to strengthen the barrier outside. If you Follow me into the valley..."
Su Jing's dark brows suddenly became stern: "So when you entered the valley, you had no intention of coming out alive from the Sword Palace?!"
Bai Lian was speechless for a moment.
The Dianjian Palace is the pinnacle of divine power in the heavens, and its destructive power is extremely terrifying. If not for this, how could Bailian suggest that the sword master Yu enter the Chaos Valley to kill the three hundred thousand corpses with his sword.
Once you enter the Valley of Chaos, the valley is isolated from the rest of the world, and all the dark evil monsters that have disappeared from the human world are likely to have a narrow escape from death, and will be wiped out by Sword Master Yu's shocking sword.
What Su Jing said was not unreasonable.
Having experienced death once, Balian knew that life was precious and had no intention of squandering it at this time.
Facing Su Jing's increasingly cold eyebrows, Balian raised his eyes and said calmly and seriously: "I will not die."
Su Jing obviously didn't believe this. The tide of corpses at the bottom of the mountain was like a countercurrent waterfall, already hanging up the mountain.
The ghost weeping bead at the end of the jade flute in Balian's hand kept flickering.
The blood-colored brilliance is densely spread between the jade-colored flute bodies like thin lines, gradually spreading into a network like cracks in the weeping ice.
Obviously, the power of controlling ghosts is almost reaching its limit.
Balian glanced at her, as if he had seen through her thoughts:
"Give up. Moqi Palace has its own aura. It is impossible for Palace Master Yin to let you enter the Valley of Chaos."
In the distant earth veins, the cold and evil aura spread again.
A ghoul that had already climbed to the top of the mountain suddenly broke through the invisible shackles between its bodies. Its fingers were entangled with green fire and Yin flames, and it roared and charged towards Bai Lian.
Bai Lian was not in a hurry, and was about to play the flute again, but suddenly a red lotus fire flashed in front of his eyes.
The karmic fire passed through the ghoul's heart, leaving a fire hole the size of a fist in its chest.
In an instant, the fire hole spread to the whole body like hot oil, covering the ghoul's body and burning it into nothingness, but it did not turn into a black crow again.
Su Jing's fingertips swayed a red lotus in full swing, and the faint and blurry firelight met her unusually pale eyebrows.
I saw that red lotus wrapped enchantingly around my fingertips, like a wisp of smoke blown away by the wind.
The strands turned into a gently winding red thread, wrapping around Bailian's fingers as lightly as smoke.
The sound of the flute sounded faintly, and Bai Lian could only look at Su Jing in surprise, not knowing why.
Su Jing stood with his sword in hand, his eyes cold, but he didn't say any more words.
The time to enter the valley has come, and the two of them are not allowed to continue chatting.
The lingering sound of the Yin flute made Balian's clothes flutter slightly, and a gentle breeze arose under his feet, slowly lifting his body up.
With his feet off the ground, he floated slowly toward the lofty palace gate standing behind him as if he was weightless.
And under him, thousands of ghouls were like a tidal wave, like dead souls who were on the road to the afterlife but could not be reincarnated, pouring densely into the gate of Moqi Palace.
I don’t know how long time passed, but I could only hear the sound of the flute stopping, and there was a loud roar between heaven and earth. The door of the Moqi Palace slowly closed, cutting off the boundaries of space.
The wind rises from Qingping, the breeze, the bright moon, and the thousands of noisy ghost sounds seem to have become a long nightmare that ends suddenly.
The sky is clear and the moon is white, the dark clouds have dispersed, and the heaven and earth on earth have returned to the clear and bright universe.
But among the many disciples in Tianxi Sword Mountain, the depression and depression in their hearts still cannot be dissipated.
Yun Rong stood among the peaks with her sword sheathed, staring at the dark sky in the distance with deep eyes, speechless for a long time.
The Yue girl sighed softly: "I wonder if the sect master can successfully avert this disaster?"
Yun Rong turned his eyes, glanced calmly at Yue Nu's waist, and said: "Second Senior Sister, I remember that the glazed umbrella on your waist is the little corpse demon's personal belongings."
Yue Nu also looked back at her and smiled softly at her: "When he comes out, I will definitely return this umbrella to you, Senior Sister."
In the Chaotic Valley, as always, no echo could be heard, no human figures could be seen, and the darkness seemed to be able to swallow up everything.
Soon, a sound like the roaring and rising tide of the sea broke the eternal silence of Luanyou Valley.
Peng!
Sword Master Yu stood in the sky and fired three sword fires, lighting up the darkness.
He lowered his eyes and glanced at Bailian, who was playing the flute, with a dark look deep in his eyes.
This extraordinary ability to control ghosts really shocked the world. He had to admit that this boy was gifted with a unique talent that was different from ordinary people.
A flute controls three hundred thousand corpses.
This achievement record is enough for him to dominate the Zhongyou Dynasty.
If the outside world knew that he had this ability, the people in the Qi Zhongyou Dynasty would take a fancy to this son's talent and knowledge, and train him as the next generation of Yin King.
It would be fine if it were someone else, but he happened to be from Wenjun.
Although the sword bone has not been boiled and the soul of death has been born, no one can compare with the sword to channel the spirit and observe the six realms!
If this son is allowed to indulge in the art of deceit and go astray, for Sword Master Yu, it will simply be a waste of natural resources and sorrow for the sanctuary!
When Jinxi fights at the Sword Palace, even if he destroys half of his foundation, he must protect him safely.
After leaving the Valley of Chaos, he would keep this son in the Tianxi Sword Sect at all costs and teach him well by his side.
While Sword Master Yu was lost in thought, his eyes suddenly lit up and fell on the thin red line between Bailian's fingers.
Is this... Taixuanzong's thread?
Su Guanhai is so generous, but he is willing to use such secret techniques on him?
In this way, this son can use this magical power to transfer most of the soul-stealing power of the Sword Palace to Su Guanhai at any time.
Su Guanhai possesses the Great Buddha Technique and is similar in strength to him. If there is anyone under the Dianjian Palace, there is anyone in the world that Bailiyu cannot kill.
Su Guanhai should be ranked first.
Thinking of this, Sword Master Yu couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, secretly thinking that Su Guanhai indeed had an exquisite mind.
Even in such a desperate situation, if he could still stay like this, he could finally give it a try.
Sword Master Yu felt a surge of heroic spirit in his heart, amidst the continuous flute sound like a long stream of water.
He pulled out the Shenglong Sword, and a majestic and majestic scene arose behind him. The purple energy between his eyebrows opened up, and a large purple snake appeared!
Balian felt the changes in the air currents between heaven and earth, stopped playing the flute, and raised his eyes to look at him, seemingly worried:
"My lord, the sect master, first resisted the mountain with his body, and then pretended to attack the Sword Palace. His vitality has been greatly depleted, and his spiritual power is probably exhausted. Can he still forcefully attack the Sword Palace?"
Sword Master Yu nodded calmly and said: "I have eight thousand disciples under my sect, and outstanding ones emerge in large numbers. I have a special elixir hall where I burn furnaces to refine elixirs every day. The Thirteen Sword Masters have treasured the most precious memories for a long time. The elixir is given to me just for this brief moment of life and death!"
Balian's fingers carefully rubbed the hot Devil's Cry bead at the end of the flute: "So, I'm really looking forward to it."
Without further ado, Sword Master Yu held the sword in both hands and offered it to the sky. In the sky, thunder came from all directions, and the silver light of the stars poured down, lighting up the eternally dark valley of chaos, making it look like daylight.
Unexpectedly, before Shenglong could support the wind into the sky, Sword Master Yu's body suddenly tilted, the purple energy between his eyebrows closed together, and a layer of light gray energy quickly filled the handsome and cold face.
The sword master, who was full of fighting spirit a moment ago, now all his spiritual energy is annihilated and disappears. The whole person staggers and loses weight, falling straight into the sky like a mortal who does not know how to cultivate.
Bailian's face darkened, but there was no surprise or surprise on his face regarding such changes.
He leaned down and was about to take over the sword master Yu's body, when a strong wind and waves arose in the sky, and a sinister and vicious silver light came through the sky.
The door behind Bai Lian is wide open. In this situation, he must not be seriously injured easily.
He had no choice but to give up catching the sword's main feather and let him fall into the vast sea of corpses. He twisted his body in mid-air and summoned Tiance Junshan's horizontal sword to block.
A low chuckle came from the dazzling silver light.
Bailian backhandedly shot the Yin Flute in the direction of the sword's master feather without saying a word. Under the bright light that captured everyone's sight, an innate and subtle tacit understanding emerged between the two.
The strong wind passed by my ears, just like the sound of the endless waves of the tide.
Sword Master Yu's body was limp and weak, and suddenly he heard a strong howling wind coming.
He couldn't see. In this case, it was very likely that an enemy in the dark was attacking him.
In such an uncertain situation, he still subconsciously stretched out his palm and grasped the cold short object that was flying in the wind.
The faint and familiar cool aura of Zhongyou spread from the palm of his hand, and Sword Master Yu's heart suddenly became calm and peaceful.
He fell heavily to the ground, and the dense tide of corpses behind him seemed to feel the cold breath of the Yin Flute, and suddenly spread out into a large circular open space like a snake smelling the realgar.
Sword Master Yu escaped disaster for the time being.
Balian swung his sword with great concentration, blocking the insidious sneak attack. The dazzling silver light was cut into two halves, revealing a purple robe.
Looking at the evil metal skull mask, Balian stood with his sword hanging, his face expressionless:
"Erhe Buried Heart, you are really everywhere. Even though you are a law-abiding person, you can enter even the valley of chaos. Is there anywhere else in this world that you cannot go to?"
Sword Master Yu was in great pain from the fall. He just came back to his senses and stared at the mysterious man in purple robes who was hunting in the wind in mid-air. He stared at the mysterious man and said angrily: "You demons and thieves, you are the rats who are causing trouble for my seal!"
Zhanxin glanced at him unhurriedly, and said with a mocking tone: "Sword Master, how does it feel to be reduced to an ordinary person, doesn't it feel good?"
Sword Master Yu was furious: "What did you do to me?"
Zhanxin smiled softly and said: "I just asked you to take some Hualing Powder. Don't worry, I'm not telling you to be a useless person all the time. After one night, the effects of the medicine will wear off naturally, but..."
His tone suddenly became a little weird: "Actually, from another perspective, the sword master will be no different from a useless person from now on, because you have no chance to leave this chaotic valley.
This valley is a place abandoned by the six realms, and there is no birth of spiritual power from heaven and earth. Naturally, it cannot replenish your spiritual power. Calculated carefully, it is not much different from destroying your spiritual root, Lord Sword Master. "
"How dare you! I am the Lord of the Celestial Seal. How could I fall for the evil poison of you demons?"
Zhanxin smiled and said nothing, and looked back at Bailian, vaguely, as if he was expecting something.
Bailian looked at the sword master Yu indifferently, and ruthlessly revealed the cruel truth: "There is a traitor hidden among the Thirteen Swords of Tianxi, and one of the sword masters is probably the human identity of this Shashenghe.
Sect Master, the Spirit-Rejuvenating Pills you took before entering Chaos Valley... If I guessed correctly, one of them was the Spirit Transformation Powder. "
