There are three records of time, each hidden in the special Taoist pavilions of the three sects.
The sudden change and the loss of control of Sword Master Yu left everyone unable to react from the shock.
Su Jing stood up extraordinarily calmly. She was no more crazy than Yin Baishuang, and there was no sign of collapse on her face.
She was so pale and calm that she didn't look like a living person, as if she was the only sane and calm person among the crowd.
After what she said, everyone realized that although the tragedy had happened, what happened in the Valley of Chaos was also a top priority.
Junhe couldn't tolerate him and handed over the secret key of Tianxi Taoist Pavilion to Yin Dufeng.
Although Yin Dufeng cared about his daughter, he had to prevent Baizi from leaving.
After a while, Yin Dufeng calmly took out the time record and handed it into Bailiyu's hands.
After returning from Chaotic Valley, Bailiyu calmed down after getting the time record.
He squeezed the time record made of jade slips hard, and his knuckles turned pale and blue. When things came to a close, he was actually caught in a long-lasting battle between heaven and man.
Su Jing's eyes were cold: "Why are you still hesitating, Master?"
Bailiyu didn't say anything. He slowly opened the time record with trembling hands, scratched his palm, blood dripped, and opened his tightly pressed lips slightly, and read out an hour.
Time records are like smoke and dust blown up by the wind, turning into mist and rising faintly.
Ripples in the space suddenly appeared, and a light screen image fell down, forming an illusory interlacing of light and shadow.
There are waves of ghouls, dark clouds are surging in the world of the valley, and the roars of the ghouls are getting louder and crueler.
Even this light curtain penetrates directly into people's hearts.
But in the picture, the sword master of the Soul Point Sword Palace, who should have been above the nine heavens, was unconscious among the waves of corpses. It looked like he would be divided and eaten by the ghosts at any moment.
Yue Nu looked horrified and confused, and quickly asked: "Did the Sect Leader fail in the Dianjian Palace?"
This question undoubtedly hit Bailiyu's pain point. His eyes were heavy:
"I have no way of soul-pointing the Sword Palace. Before entering the Valley of Chaos, I took the spirit-gathering elixir offered by my disciples, but I didn't know that among the disciples of Thirteen Swords, there was an evil ghost like Burying Heart hidden inside.
One of the spirit-gathering pills was transformed from the spirit-transforming pill. Last night, I lost my cultivation and was unable to fight. "
As soon as this statement came out, the whole place was in an uproar.
It would be fine if the son of the twelfth junior brother was a spy of the Demon Sect, but among the Thirteen Swords of Tianxi, which had been famous all over the world and had followed the sect leader for hundreds of years, there was actually one person who could be transformed into the notorious Demon River Burial Heart!
If these words had not come from Bailiyu's mouth, no one in the room would have believed it, except for the man who had a ghost in his heart.
Yun Rong suppressed the turmoil in his heart, calmed down, focused his eyes on the illusory image, and asked: "If the sect leader loses his cultivation and becomes like a mortal, how can he survive this long night..."
It can be said that Yun Rong asked Bailiyu what was in his heart.
The 300,000 ghoul army lost the power to control them the moment they destroyed the heart of the Ghost King of the Impure World. They went completely crazy and out of control, leaving only the instinct of crazy hunting.
There is no chance for a living creature to survive.
In the face of death, a long night is endless.
Why focus on him... Unscathed despite being defenseless.
In the picture, ghouls undulating from all directions were like rising sea water, attacking and biting the unconscious Baili Yuyu.
At this moment, a white beam of light rose up, centering on the place where Bailiyu was unconscious, and swayed away the surrounding ghouls.
Bailian held the Yin flute in his hand, and used the power of the twelfth yin emanating from the flute to set up a circle of mysterious light.
For a moment, it actually made it difficult for the ghouls to get close.
Seeing this, everyone was shocked, and Six Swords Ji Pei was especially eclipsed. He, who was born as a heroic spirit in Zhongyou, finally recognized what the piccolo in Balian's hand was, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "The jade of the Yin Xi? That is actually Lord Si Ming of the Netherworld Palace. The symbol of power, the jade of Yinxi?"
When he saw the scarlet bead inlaid at the end of the jade flute, he couldn't calm down even more, and said with a trembling voice: "Devil Cry?! Is that the Devil Cry bead formed by the spiritual eye of the Taiyin Emperor?! That's right! It's indeed right! Only Only those with the bloodline of the Emperor of Zhongyou can control these two things. He is undoubtedly the young master! He is undoubtedly the prince!"
It turned out that Ji Pei believed Bai Liyu and Yin Baishuang and doubted Bai Li'an's identity.
Because as a heroic spirit in the middle of nowhere, he clearly knows that a person can turn into a heroic spirit after death, because the three souls and seven souls are complete. If one of them is missing, it will be difficult to transform into a heroic spirit and stay in the world.
Not to mention, two hundred years ago, when the young master died, all three souls and seven souls were gone.
The conditions for becoming a zombie demon are a thousand times more stringent than those for becoming a heroic spirit.
Ji Pei felt that when the young master died and his soul disappeared, he really disappeared in this world and could never come back again.
But when he saw that there was really someone in this world who could control those two treasures, Ji Pei knew that there were millions of reasons that he could not explain, but he no longer doubted his identity.
After confirming this, Ji Pei was shocked, but still left with sadness and regret.
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If he knew...if he knew that his junior brother was the former young master, he would not have arranged for him to stay in Tianxi Sword Sect, a place of right and wrong. Instead, he would have tried every means to take him away and return to Zhongyou Secret. Protecting her can finally satisfy the empress's pain and suffering.
But now, it's too late.
Yue Nu saw this scene and asked: "Since he has the protection of Yin Xi and Devil Weeping Pearl, why does the young master still..."
Halfway through the questioning, the Yue girl subconsciously glanced at the pale head wrapped in a red dress, and her heart suddenly felt stinging, so she stopped asking any more questions.
Ji Pei said regretfully: "Although the two holy objects are powerful, the young master has not mastered the secret arts deeply, and he can only control one thousandth of its power. Although he can resist the ghouls for a while, he can't control it." It’s not a long-term solution, after all, if you don’t know how to control it, the waste of spiritual power will be huge.”
Hearing this, Bailiyu's eyelids twitched fiercely, and his heart throbbed violently.
Back then, if he hadn't been obsessed with obsession, stubborn and narrow-minded, and deliberately suppressed his Zhongyou bloodline, he wouldn't have been allowed to learn any of the Zhongyou tricks...
So tonight... was he able to protect himself and be able to do so with ease?
How ridiculous, now that I think about it carefully, if it weren't for the fact that Ying Ji was secretly worried that her son would be bullied by disciples of the same age in the sect, so she secretly taught him some self-defense techniques.
Today, he, Bailiyu, couldn't even get out of that chaotic valley.
Thinking of this, it was as if there was a bloody knife piercing into the bottom of his heart. It was pain or sorrow. For a moment, even he himself couldn't taste the feeling.
Su Jing stared intently at the figure standing tall in the picture amid the crowd of ghosts, her eyes colder than the night.
There is no need for everyone to see that Yin Flute has special abilities and can withstand all ghosts, so they have hope. Her eyes are extremely cold, whether it is the severed red line on her fingertips or the cold head, it cruelly tells her that there is no hope. !
Even though he had this amazing perseverance and extraordinary spirit, he could hold on all night.
But Bailiyu never had a chance to order the Sword Palace. Now that he has left Chaos Valley safely, but there is no more ghoul in the valley, it is obvious that what he did in the valley is not just guarding.
In the tidal chaos of the sea of corpses, the array of light formed by the Yin Jade wavered and was about to disperse. As Ji Pei said, it could not sustain it for long.
Angry corpse, Guangfeng Cui Wei.
The poison in the wounds on Balian's body also began to spread wantonly. He seemed to understand that he could not hold on for long, and the jade flute across his chest turned upside down.
He held the flute in both hands, pointed the tip of the flute at his heart, and stabbed it hard!
The blood suddenly appeared, the jade flute was dyed red, blood dripped all over the ground, and a red bead the size of a thumb fell to the ground.
Outside the time recording, everyone who saw this scene screamed out loud.
They deduced countless results in their minds, but they never thought that it would be a self-dissection bead? !
Corpse beads are the most important source of corpse demons, even more important than human spiritual cores, demonic elements of demons, and divine sources of immortals.
Su Jing's black and white eyes shone slightly, and her emotions didn't seem to be very big. She just watched quietly... and watched quietly.
She watched Bailian bend down to pick up the corpse bead from the ground. His energy was about to collapse and his whole body was stained with blood. It was shocking, but he looked at the bead in his hand with extra peace and calmness and smiled softly.
He murmured softly to himself: "Sure enough... there is a bead hidden here."
After saying that, he turned around and came to Bailiyu. He casually tossed the bead dripping blood into his lap with his fingers.
As if talking to an old friend, he whispered to Bailiyu who was unconscious and in a deep coma:
"Thanks to the blessing of Burying the Heart, his eye skills are quite good. His spirit has been flowing all over his life. I remember everything that should be remembered."
He sat casually on the ground, inserted the jade flute into the ground, and went home for a few moments, just to relax.
Bailian lowered his head and looked at Bailiyu who had fallen asleep carefully, and said: "Although I had some awareness earlier, the moment I confirmed that you are really my father, I still felt as ridiculous as a dream."
At this point, he was silent, and then continued: "You said if I die this time..."
A very light and indifferent question, Bailiyu who was outside Guangyinlu was so nervous that he held his breath?
What did he want to ask?
Do you want to ask, will he be sad if he dies this time?
Questions that were not asked two hundred years ago will be regretted two hundred years later.
"Do you think that if I die this time, can I float back to Zhongyou and see my mother-in-law?" There was a hint of expectation in the light and calm tone.
Bailiyu's expression tightened, and his eyes dimmed little by little.
In the picture, Balian never called him father.
The moment the Yin Flute Realm Light was blasted away, blood flowed and spread on the ground beneath Balian's body as he sat down on the ground, condensing into blood-colored ice.
Three hundred thousand ghouls swarmed.
Balian stood up fearlessly, and the Bianhuahua, a big red flower, as red as blood, bloomed ten miles away.
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