The temperature here is so high that the air is distorted as far as the eye can see.
Just as Jun He was worried, Bai Lian now has a body but no bones, and is the body of a heroic spirit.
The wild fire of the earth veins here is the nemesis of heroic spirits. It can force the souls without bones and bodies to merge into the wild river of flames, preventing them from passing away.
Once Balian's body could no longer bear it, it was melted by wild fire.
The souls that Taiyin Emperor finally gathered for him will be cursed forever and sink into it.
Jiufen Valley is easy to enter and difficult to exit.
As soon as Balian set foot on this piece of red ground, the scene behind him when he came in disappeared instantly. Even if he looked back, he could not find the way he came.
If you want to leave this Nine Burning Valley, you must not look back. You can only continue walking deeper and look for the Four Monuments Formation Eyes before you can leave.
During the journey, while enduring the pain of being burned on the spiritual platform, Balian released his spiritual consciousness without hesitation.
He searched the land inch by inch, looking for the whereabouts of Yin Baishuang's aura.
Jiu Fen Valley is no better than the outside world. In the high temperature and twisted space here, there is not even a trace of fire.
Occasionally, a few clusters of wild fires burst out when the red sandy earth cracked, like twinkling stars embedded in the earth.
Bailian seemed to be walking on this land safely, but every inch of space here was like the sun shining directly at the end of the day.
When you look up, you will sometimes see a black eagle coming from the Zhongyou Kingdom high in the sky.
Kankan Feida crossed the line of the boundary monument, and his body suddenly burned without fire. It burned for only a moment, and then turned into a wisp of green smoke without even the dregs left.
Although this body without the bones of the Immortal is far less powerful than the corpse demon three years ago.
But after all, it was a physical body that was shaped by the Emperor Taiyin's hand, and was cultivated by the power of Jiuyou Xuanyin for three years. His physical body was still stronger than that of the ordinary Tribulation Immortal.
In Jiu Fen Valley, it is not difficult to hold on for a while.
Bailian traveled deeper and deeper into the Nine Burning Valley. In the realm of transcending tribulations, his spiritual consciousness was extraordinary and could reach thousands of miles away.
But once here, the outward spiritual consciousness is like marshmallows seeping into the endless sea, extremely limited.
At this moment, Balian's ability to detect ten miles with his spiritual consciousness is already the limit.
The Nine Burning Place of Death is not just talk.
As time went by, Balian's hair gradually turned yellow and dry, and his face became paler, almost transparent.
The layer of faint white lunar energy that spread around the body was also eroded by the surrounding flames and became thinner.
But Balian still couldn't catch Yin Baishuang's aura.
His calm and low-pressure eyebrows finally revealed a hint of suppressed irritability.
To deal with the Zhongyou rebellion and the Demonic Shadow of Tianxi, he has a leisurely and thunderous method.
Even in the Imperial Palace, at the moment when Ying Xiu revealed that Yin Baishuang was in danger, he was able to deduce her whereabouts with extremely terrifying insight.
Ninety percent!
What Balian was sure of was that the chance of Yin Baishuang being in Jiu Fen Valley was as high as 90%.
But when he entered the valley, he faced the vast and endless Jiu Fen Valley, and the ray of spiritual consciousness that was released was like a drop in the ocean, insignificant.
When he began to lose track of her, the panic and uneasiness in Balian's heart poured toward him like negative darkness.
At this moment, he is not like his usual self at all. He clearly knows that the more he is at this time, the more he should observe everything quietly and avoid being agitated and anxious.
But looking at the vast, red and boundless world, Balian felt uncontrollably furious.
His analysis and deduction are well-founded and the probability of error is extremely small.
But as time passed, countless absurd and terrifying thoughts emerged in Parian's mind, one after another.
If... if it wasn't 90%, he just lost at that 10% chance.
Yin Baishuang is not here at all, but is waiting for the coming of death and darkness in another desperate situation designed and arranged by Ying Xiu!
The image of the black eagle that had just broken into the forbidden area was annihilated and died unconsciously in his mind... Or maybe, he was a step too late.
Otherwise, how could he not find any breath of her!
Those emotions that breed terror and darkness are like evil spirits, tightly strangling Balian's heartstrings.
Just thinking about the consequences of this wrong deduction almost made him collapse from torture.
The red land is vast, the way home is nowhere to be seen, and anxiety and fear follow each other like a shadow.
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There is no limit to the sea of fire, and there is no limit to the other shore.
Yin Baishuang didn't know how long she had been crossing the river of red abyss. The hot wind hit her face and cut her face with a fire knife. The white skin on her face was reflected by the red fire and turned crimson. Her dry and cracked lips were peeling and bleeding.
When you look up, you can't see the sun, moon or sky, and when you look down, you can see the mournful moans of ghosts.
She lowered her hands, and her pale fingers seemed to be unafraid of pain, brushing the surface of the river formed by the fire. The black jade pieces around her waist collided, making a clear and lonely sound.
The fierce fire in the river instantly burned her fingers into mottled red patches, allowing the fire to rush through the gaps between her fingers.
She allowed the soul in the fire to pass through her fingers, like running water or fine sand.
The souls of the dead who had been silent in the fire for thousands of years now smelled the breath of the living. The breath in the fire surged wildly like a tide, forming faces with different features of joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, taking shape in the fire.
The ghost whose suppressed anger turned into evil thoughts, bared his teeth and claws and tore at her bright red skirt ferociously while crying and laughing.
In a windless place, there were waves of fire. As Yin Baishuang walked deeper and deeper without knowing whether to live or die, half of his body was almost immersed in the flames.
If she hadn't majored in Cangwu Gonggu's Shooting Shizang Technique and was born with Yinglong Xuanshuang's energy to protect her body, she would have been burnt to charcoal by this sea of fire, and her soul would have died in the blazing fire.
Yujue collided alone, Yin Baishuang's body was burned by the fire, but her pace was still leisurely.
She regarded the pain and suffering of the burning hell as dust and clouds of smoke, and her fingers concentrated on distinguishing the soul she was looking for in the blazing fire.
One day ago, Ying Xiu found her and told her that in the Zhongyou Dynasty, there was such a secret place called Jiu Fen Valley.
The valley has been raging for years, and there are thousands of souls.
Anyone who commits suicide and is not accepted by the six realms of heaven and earth, and does not want to remain in the world as a ghost, will be taken away by the Nine Burning Valley and will be suppressed forever.
Yin Baishuang thought to herself, this is really great news.
Although Ying Xiu's words were full of doubts and were not carefully scrutinized, Yin Baishuang still believed them without hesitation or hesitation, just like grasping a life-saving spider's thread.
For two hundred years, the couple walked alone between heaven and earth. They lived a rough life and were lonely for half of their lives.
Life is like a long river. One is to never forget the person you met when you were young.
Even if it is covered with dust and frost, you must protect the most precious and cherished memory alone.
So she carefully treasured it, waited, desolately, and hoped extravagantly.
There are rumors in the six realms that the reincarnation of life and death continues.
There is a soul in this world, and it has its own reincarnation.
Although the Six Paths of Reincarnation can change a soul beyond recognition, Yin Baishuang is still willing to hope.
Even if it is desolate, we should make this our dream and travel thousands of miles to this place as our return.
But just three years ago, she passed him by and disappeared again.
Yin Baishuang has never been big-hearted. Even if she finds the reincarnated person, she may not be confident that she can regard him as the young man she was before.
But Ying Xiu's words undoubtedly gave her great hope.
Entering the Nine Burns and walking in the sea of fire, even if there are thousands of souls gathered here to form a sea.
As long as she discerns and searches carefully year after year, day after day, one day she will be able to find him completely.
Yin Baishuang's mood was heavy yet relaxed. As he stepped through the fire, he felt the pain of being burned by thousands of ghosts.
Three years ago, in Chaotic Valley, was he in the same pain?
She was full of hope, but the more she searched, the more frightened and uneasy she felt in her heart. The ferocious and screaming souls that she could see all looked strange and miserable.
The fiery souls traveling through her fingertips were like quicksand. She didn't dare to blink for fear of missing a soul or a breath.
Therefore, Yin Baishuang concentrated her concentration, and her consciousness was being consumed in a suicidal way.
Her pale and frail body held up her large red dress, and a color that was more miserable than the fire was flying in the wind.
The fire was rolling, and the mysterious frost energy around Yin Baishuang began to become unstable.
The layers of flaming waves became more and more turbulent, and the ghosts that were sleeping deep in the river bottom like hibernating fish seemed to be awakened by the breath of the living that stayed for a long time.
Although the fire is scorching, it is far less fragrant and deadly than human body temperature.
As the bright red sleeves of the robe danced, a fierce pupil suddenly opened wide in the blazing fire.
Wow! ! !
An evil spirit that transformed into a fish beast rose up with its tail, and bit through with its jagged, jagged teeth.
A huge gash was ripped out of Yin Baishuang's sleeves, and a pool of bright red blood gushed out. The white lotus-like jade arms were like porcelain cracking, leaving a ferocious bright red gash.
The blood dripped into the blazing fire, but before it was evaporated by the high temperature, the Yin spirits rushed to gather around and lick the blood.
The moment the breath of blood was revealed, the Yin spirits in the flaming river instantly became excited and excited. They were squatting on the bottom of the Fiery River, noisy and surging wildly.
The river surface with rolling heat waves quickly condensed into a huge and endless whirlpool, like a terrifying hurricane storm in the abyss of the sea, with rolling heat waves and overwhelming gloom!
A strong suction force had the force of tearing people closer to the abyss of hell, ruthlessly tearing at her skirt.
Yin Baishuang's pupils were so black that they shone brightly, and her frail figure was like a sad and beautiful mourning flower, swaying from the huge waves of fire.
The fire was scorching, the ghost fire was heavy, the bottom of the river was sometimes glowing with a black and sinister light, and the sky and the ground were filled with red, wrapping up the long-lasting memories of countless people.
Greed, anger, obsession, and hatred were swallowing her up at this moment, like a flood, and she was caught off guard.
Boundless dark emotions engulfed her, and she looked at the terrifying vision in front of her. In all directions, there were souls who were destined to be reincarnated and waiting for redemption.
She stretched out her palms in a daze, and for a moment, she seemed to have a feeling that she could hold all living things and lead them away from the sea of suffering.
But in fact, when she stretched out her palm, the ghosts seemed to see a spider thread hanging from the sky in the fiery abyss of hell.
Like a fish sniffing bait, it crept over to her. Balls of dark energy were like clouds and tides, instantly wrapping her entire arm, and tearing it apart with an even more terrifying force.
The fire wave as high as a thousand blades was set off and the red figure was drowned. Yin Baishuang was about to be pulled into the abyss, but she didn't react at all.
She suddenly curved her lips and smiled, and sang a cappella amidst the huge sea of fire and waves:
"The sea water is a long dream, and you will never come back. The son and son who are far away in my heart are like fog that stretches for ten thousand miles, and I don't know where to go. Like the spring grass burning green on the mountain ridge, the clouds drift for ninety thousand miles without stopping."
Her quiet and peaceful voice became clearer and longer. She had a smile on her face, and her eyebrows were strange and graceful, calm but hysterical.
No need to seduce, no need to pull, she is like a moth to the flame, a peaceful madman who burns himself to the sun.
Yujue collided, echoed step by step, and jumped into the abyss of fire with a smile, filled with thousands of souls.
The flaming waves rose, the sky turned violent, and a furious and desolate rainstorm swept across the world, faintly revealing a desolate anger.
The raindrops from the sky are blowing in diagonally, like a sword, cutting through the fiery souls!
The heartbreaking roar of the Yin spirit is almost overwhelming. In the Nine Burning Valley, not even an inch of grass grows, nor a drop of water falls. How can there be rain in the open air?
It turns out that rain is not like a sword.
Instead, the swords are like angry rain and like the sudden wind.
Yin Baishuang's wrist was held by a cold and unwarm hand.
A pulling force came from behind. Before she could retract her curved lips, she pulled back hard and hit a cold chest.
Amidst the swift wind and thousands of noises, she saw in her slightly widened pupils a jade flute star that turned into a white light and shot towards the angry whirlpool formed by the thousands of Yin spirits gathered together.
Boom! !
White lightning and the resentment of Yin spirits intertwined wildly in the flaming river, with flames and electricity flowing, and dragons and snakes flying.
Thousands of noisy sounds were like the roar of thunder, deafening.
Yin Baishuang's mind was blank. She looked down at the pale hand holding her wrist and was in a daze for a moment.
Then I felt like my whole body was burning, and there was even a thin layer of sweat on my vest.
Her heartbeat was beating wildly amidst the noisy noise of the ghosts, almost overflowing from her chest.
The strong wind blew their hair, and their long black hair brushed against Yin Baishuang's cheeks, tangled and dancing in front of her eyes.
She breathed tightly, turned her wrist slightly, and held the cold palm tightly.
The force was so strong that it felt as if she wanted to rub her own bones into his and never be separated again.
Yin Baishuang turned around slowly as if she was lost, and saw the young man's clear features under the blazing light.
He let her squeeze his hand tightly, and the strong firelight was like the sunlight falling on the city, making the dark silver embroidery patterns on his clothes shine brightly.
His eyes were filled with raging anger and red bloodshot eyes, forcefully forcing his fair and handsome face to look somewhat horrifying and twisted.
Yin Baishuang was a little distracted.
Even after a hundred years, the appearance has changed.
But she had never seen him look so scary.
For a moment, in a confused and difficult state of mind, she couldn't tell whether he was a human or a ghost.
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