The veins on Bai Lian's forehead were looming, and at such a close distance, Yin Baishuang clearly noticed that his breath was messed up.
She was stunned and had not yet come to her senses, as if she was in a dream, confused and hazy.
Seeing her confused look, Balian's face darkened.
The next moment, he hit her on the head with a headbutt and said angrily:
"Are you crazy?! You don't even know how to hide when the evil spirits are stalking you, but you keep moving forward. Do you want your soul to be swallowed up by the whirlpool abyss?!"
As he spoke, Balian's whole body was trembling, and his eyes were frighteningly dark.
But Yin Baishuang felt that the person who was really scared by that scene was actually him.
It's him, it's really him, he's still alive...
At this moment, the fire that filled the sky and the ground, a huge, red, blazing, burning death fire, fell in Yin Baishuang's eyes, but it was more like the sun symbolizing hope and light.
At this moment, the word ecstasy was no longer enough to describe her heart.
"Xiao An..." Her forehead turned red, and she whispered his name softly, her voice trembling with a cry, fearing that the person in front of her was a figment of her imagination.
The next moment, she fell into a cold embrace.
Under the chest, there is something beating like a thunder. It is not a heartbeat, because the sound is more thrilling and ups and downs than the beating of the heart!
He pressed his chin hard on her shoulder, and in a deep voice, with a hint of fear, he whispered softly in her ear and asked: "What were you thinking about when you were standing here just now?"
Yin Baishuang stood on her tiptoes slightly, her dark eyes slowly gained a glimmer of light, and the corners of her mouth that had been curved during singing also calmed down, and she said, "I'm thinking of you."
Balian pursed his lips hard.
He knew that while she was missing him, she also wanted to commit suicide.
In this endless sea of fire, the ghosts refine their hearts. The fire contains countless human emotions, obsessions and delusions, and can see through the deepest darkness in the heart.
These ghostly souls have nowhere to live, and are best at inducing people to become depressed and despairing, leading to death.
In Jiufen Valley, Bailian, who had not found Yin Baishuang for a long time, was in a state of confusion and couldn't control himself.
"Crack!"
Amidst thousands of shrill cries, the jade flute that fell into the flaming river and fought with countless ghosts seemed to be unable to withstand the pressure, and cracks appeared in the instant noodles.
The cracking sound was clear and clear, and all the ghosts cried together.
Balian felt that the ground under his feet suddenly heated up, trembled violently, and heard a dull rumbling sound.
It was too late to say anything anymore. Bailian's expression changed drastically. He felt the low and terrifying power of the natural disaster under his feet, which was about to be unleashed. Without any hesitation, he stretched out his right hand and recalled the fuji.
The Nine Burning Valley is a place of absolute death, and the catastrophic disasters that can lead to annihilation are changing rapidly and do not allow people to react and think at all.
There was a loud bang, the earth cracked, and the blazing heat swept over the world like a flood.
Yin Baishuang was looking at Bai Lian's face, in a daze, completely unaware of the terrifying disaster coming.
Balian jumped up holding her in his arms, and the raging river of fire beneath him was like a huge boiling oven, rolling and scorching.
The tens of thousands of roaring Yin spirits entrenched in the giant cauldron were annihilated into ashes amid bursts of shrill screams.
The sea of fire split into four parts, occasionally revealing the burned black land, and a pillar of bright red fire that was ten feet thick and scorching straight towards Bai Lian like a giant dragon waving its tail.
The pillar of fire that looked like a wild python contained indescribable power and seemed particularly terrifying.
The fire from the earth's veins coming from under the land of 100,000 feet is surprisingly the Nine Burning Desolate Fire.
The disaster of inflammation and famine comes, burning the common people.
All this happened in a flash of lightning.
In an instant, Bailian took seven steps, and as soon as a fire-colored halo appeared, he was completely swallowed up by the violent power.
Facing the rumbling pillar of fire that was coming towards him, he slashed with his backhand.
The ghost weeping bead on the tail of the flute bloomed with red light, and the cracks on the flute body spread deeper.
One of Balian's arms burned instantly, and the fire burned along the fingertips to his shoulders.
Within reach of the wild fire, the entire arm withered at a speed visible to the naked eye like a flower that had lost its moisture.
The piccolo in his hand seemed to have been hit by a thousand-year-old mountain, Shen Tian, and his meridians suddenly collapsed!
Fortunately, Fuqi Flute was originally transformed from Yin Xi, and its power was extraordinary. In addition, it was blessed by the Devil's Weeping Bead, which was transformed from the right eye of Taiyin Emperor.
If not for this, a head-on confrontation with the violent wild fire of the Earth Line would probably end up being burned to the ground in just one moment.
Baili's powerful blow was only able to break a third of the fire pillar.
And the chaotic and shaking earth is brewing a more terrifying storm and disaster.
The sky is filled with the torn-like remnant souls.
Taking advantage of the gap, Bai Lian gritted his teeth and summoned the Suzaku Qin, used his body to control the Qin, and took Yin Baishuang into a stream of fireflies and flew through the air.
A head-to-head confrontation with the wild fire of the Earth's veins took just one blow, and it consumed all the energy that Balian had accumulated in the past three years.
Half of his body was being withered by wild fire, and his whole body seemed to be split open by a huge flaming sword, and his entire sight was scorching red.
Yin Baishuang was able to distinguish thousands of souls in the river of fire, and his spiritual consciousness was also extremely consumed.
Even though there were no obvious wounds on her body at this moment, how could an ordinary monk survive being roasted by the fire all night in the Nine Burning Valley?
At this moment, her body was like a thin mirror that had been polished thousands of times, slender and fragile.
Under the impact of the blow just now, the residual power caused her to finally break the tight thread, and she fainted decisively in Bai Lian's arms.
The Suzaku soul in the Suzaku Qin has completely manifested itself. Its fiery red wings are huge, carrying the two of them, and they are constantly rushing through the sky at a super speed that breaks the sky.
The blazing wind and waves hit Balian's body like huge rocks.
Balian tilted half of his body, his arms and sleeves completely covering Yin Baishuang's body, resisting most of the impact for her.
At this moment, his body was extremely weak, and such a high-intensity flight undoubtedly brought him more severe pain.
A strong wind blew through his ears, and his eardrums were beating wildly. Balian's blurred vision could no longer distinguish the direction at all.
His blood was surging violently, and even the corpse beads could hardly suppress the blood that was about to dissipate in his body.
Bailian's consciousness and soul were already burned by this fire domain. The old wounds three years ago have not healed. After the severe trauma just now, it is finally difficult to continue to support him.
His vision suddenly became dark, he lost consciousness, and his consciousness returned to the chaotic mud.
Without the control of Bai Lian's spiritual power, the Suzaku Qin was like a dead thing, and the embodied Suzaku soul chirped and hissed before disappearing without a trace.
The Suzaku Qin turned into a stream of light very spiritually and flew back to the Qiankun bag on Bailian's waist.
From waking up to coma, Balian always protected the woman in his arms tightly, and the two of them fell downwards.
The wind is splitting thousands of miles, and the ground is filled with the meaning of withering and killing.
Balian struggled to open his heavy eyelids in the deep sleepiness. Under his eyes, the blurred vision was filled with endless pale red color, and the sound of gurgling streams and rivers could be heard in his ears.
The sound of the clear flowing water has a hint of coolness, just like the first clear spring pouring on the heart in the hot summer, refreshing the heart and lungs.
However, Balian did not forget where he was deep inside.
This is Jiufen Valley, a place where there has been no rain for thousands of years and there is open water.
Not to mention water sources and rivers, even creatures with blood and liquid would be difficult to survive in them.
Except for the weird bright red crystal vegetation, there is no green grass or wild plants at all.
Here, a drop of water is comparable to a miracle in the desert.
Not to mention being able to hear the clear and smooth sound of the gurgling stream.
The first thought in Parian's mind was that he was hallucinating in a desperate situation.
He propped himself up, and when he moved slightly, his waist was tightly wrapped tightly from behind by a pair of slender and cool arms, strong yet gentle.
Balian's eyes widened in surprise, and then he realized that he was actually being embraced by the woman behind him, holding him tightly in her arms.
An illusory temple statue loomed behind her, and a chessboard hung upside down in the sky, with countless black and white twins scattered vertically and horizontally.
The sound of clear running water in his ears was not an illusion. He was cool and moist under his body, and their bodies were being embraced by a cool stream.
On all sides of Bailian's body, there were dozens of ice-blue crystals hanging, square and like ice, colliding with each other in the water.
"Are you awake?" He seemed to be awakened by Balian's subtle movements.
The woman behind him slowly opened her slender eyelashes like butterfly wings, and her pair of black and clear apricot eyes blinked gently, as if they had been moistened by water, exuding the light of gems.
An arm tightly wrapped around Bai Lian's waist gently released her, and her fingertips fell between his right arm, sliding between his skin inch by inch.
She asked softly: "Does it still hurt?"
Only then did Balian realize that his arm, which had been shriveled and withered by the wild fire, had regained its fullness under the infiltration of water from the river.
Except for the slight redness of the skin and the sharp pain that would be felt when she touched it lightly with her fingertips, there was no other discomfort.
The two people's bodies were close to each other, floating in the water, and their bright red clothes spread out among the water like the wings of fire butterflies.
Bailian's eyes squinted slightly, and he glanced at the crisp and clear collision of the five directions of ice in the stream, the holy healing medicine of Taixuan Sect.
For a moment, Balian looked a little dazed.
Fierce scorching winds burst out everywhere, and red light flashed through the world like thunder and lightning.
The huge Jiu Fen Valley is like the end of the world when the sky is burning. There are countless huge cracks in the red and black earth, like bright red scars.
Thick red magma rolled like a tidal sea, rolling violently in the veins.
This situation is very similar to the world of the oven of heaven and earth recorded in the ancient secrets of mountains and seas.
There is no death in heaven and earth, and all things are silent.
The Nine Burning Ghosts are all tormented and burned in this endless wild fire.
Only the land of ten miles of streams and rivers below Baili'an has gurgling water and is as cool as a midsummer night.
Bai Lian did not ask Yin Baishuang if he could use Bai Zi's power to leave this place.
Because above the head, the Dharma of the Moqi Palace hangs high, with 361 chess pieces criss-crossing in black and white. It is the appearance of the Moqi Palace at its full power.
If two white stones could simply take them away from this place, then the name of the Jiu Fen Valley Forbidden Land would be too much of a lie.
The Moqi Palace is a small space world of its own, and the streams and rivers are nothing but Taoist phenomena formed by the power of this palace.
Furthermore, the direct bloodline of Taixuanzong has inherited the Xuanshuang power of Yinglong's blood since ancient times and has been passed down from generation to generation.
In this way, by borrowing the space power of the Moqi Palace to transform winter into a river and frost into a boundary, it is possible to resist one or two and defend a pure land in this terrifying world of burning prairie fire.
But Bai Lian knew that the Moqi Palace could not last long.
When a living person enters the Nine Burning Valley without permission, the wild fire in the earth's veins will naturally break out. This has not yet reached the peak of the wild fire outbreak.
Once the earth's veins collapse and no trace of land is left, they will be killed in a sea of fire.
There is no doubt that this is an unprecedented desperate situation that Balian has faced since his rebirth.
This desperate situation is different from the 300,000 ghoul army he faced alone in Chaos Valley three years ago.
If the soul is buried in wild fire, even if the Taiyin Emperor has monstrous means, he cannot reverse the reality.
What's more, Baili'an was involved in this place and didn't think much about it. In other words, he didn't have time to plan and resolve this disaster from the beginning.
The moment he knew that Yin Baishuang was in Jiufen Valley, he was in complete chaos. Up to now, he is completely confused and clueless.
Looking at this wild fire burning the sky and setting fire to the earth, Bailian was still confused and confused.
He didn't know how to break this situation, he had no options.
No matter how smart he is, no matter how many strategies he has, and no matter how wild his ideas are, he can't change the current predicament.
The only thing he can do is wait for death.
But after the daze, there was no trace of despair, fear, darkness or other negative emotions in Parian's heart.
Maybe the embrace behind him was too real and warm.
Maybe this time he wasn't facing darkness and death alone.
At this moment, he felt peaceful in his heart. The light and shadow of the red flames illuminated their eyebrows, and the thin sparks floated in the air, seeming to be all the colors in the world.
Bailian was in a tired mood, but her body slowly relaxed in this extremely tense situation.
He put all the weight of his body on the person behind him, and chuckled with a hint of helplessness: "It hurts a lot."
After hearing this, the woman behind her involuntarily hugged him tighter with her arms. There was a bit of unbearable crying in her muffled voice, and she was a little aggrieved: "You bastard!"
The guy who made her go through the Yin Yang Ginseng Business twice, which was heartbreaking, was simply the biggest bastard in the world.
Balian smiled bitterly and said, "So this is coming without retribution?"
But he didn't expect that she would suffer this retribution with him.
Yin Baishuang did not ask him where he had been in the past three years or why he did not come to find her. Although Yin Baishuang had been crazy for more than two hundred years, she was not a fool. At this point, she still could not understand why Ying Xiu suddenly came to find her. , and why did Bailian appear here in such chaos?
None of this is important to Yin Baishuang.
The important thing is that she rushed through time, and the pear blossoms and the rain were cool year after year, and she finally waited for the person she met when she was wearing beautiful clothes and angry horses.
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