The moment of silence turned into the majestic sound of spring thunder, the entire Soul Killing Tomb shook, and even the barrier was loosened, and cold sea water poured into the Soul Tomb.
Countless demon souls sleeping in silence and under the cold earth began to become restless, and the ground beneath their feet shook.
Jinxian Fengxu's face turned a little pale, and he stretched out his arms to grasp the thunder gun that was coming towards him.
As his body retreated violently, bright red blood began to seep out from between Fengxu's eyebrows.
Even though the wound between his eyebrows was not deep, even though the thunder gun that was attacking him turned into thunder particles bit by bit between his hands.
But he couldn't change the fact that he was injured.
He was actually injured by a young man whose bone age was no more than two hundred years old.
Different from the Poseidon Festival, at the Poseidon Festival, he had already lost most of his life to Ying Ji and was seriously injured, so he succeeded in sneak attack.
But in today's fair one-on-one contest, he was actually injured by a kid who couldn't stand the calamity realm? !
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, the mental power is cleared, the painting and calligraphy skills are cleared, and two spiritual talismans are formed in an instant.
"Li Ji."
A cyan figure appeared in front of him. The cyan figure held a magic talisman in his hand and turned into a cyan cold sword. He swung the sword and the countless sword patterns in front of him scattered in random directions.
The man stands like a strong bamboo, his eyes are as fierce as a sword, his black hair is as black as ink, his sleeves are full of sword wind, and his calm and indifferent eyes are looking directly at Jinxian Fengxu.
"Hua Xu leaves the halberd and responds."
The talisman corresponding to Li Ji is the summoning spell.
With Bai Lian's current understanding of the art of identifying characters, it is enough to summon Li Ji's Dharma into the present world.
The Ancient God and the Golden Immortal, who are also faced with the suppression of the laws of heaven, can still fight.
But Li Ji does not belong to this world, and he cannot stay in this time and space for long.
But for Bai Lian, he didn't need Li Ji to defeat Li Ji, he just needed him to delay for a while.
The other talisman is not a summoning spell, but the power of Tai'a's "Baicheng".
Tai'a's divine power is from wood, and he is good at guarding and consolidating.
Bailian held Ying Ji in one hand and Baili Yu in the other. He randomly selected a Changling Tomb, kicked up the entrance of the mausoleum, and ducked into it.
The word-reading technique was then completed, Tai'a's power poured out, and the mausoleum on the ground exploded inch by inch.
Countless vine branches with green leaves sprouted out, instantly enveloping the mausoleum airtightly.
With the dual restraints of Liji and the power of Tai'a Shenmu, even if Jinxian Fengxu wanted to break in, it would probably take several days.
Bailian knows that for Jinxian Fengxu at this moment, time is life, and nothing is more painful to him than consuming his time.
After entering Changling, Baili'an had no time to take care of Bailiyu's injuries. There were only some external injuries on the skin and internal injuries caused by excessive wear and tear.
He is temporarily unable to move and loses mobility, but his life is not in danger.
He casually shook off the unconscious Bailiyu.
The most important thing at this moment is to find a way to force the three golden needles out of Ying Ji's body.
Bai Lian used the power of Tai'a to create a rattan bed inside Changling, and then took out a thick fox fur from the Qiankun bag and spread it on the rattan bed.
"Aniang..." Balian carefully placed Ying Jirou, half of her body soaked with blood, on the rattan bed.
Away from the battlefield, in this quiet and lonely Changling, the cold and cold light in his eyes completely disappeared.
Squatting beside the bed, his eyes were full of confusion and panic, like a lost child who had been away from home for too long.
Just as Jinxian Fengxu said, this golden needle was struck by him, and only the poison master can take it out of the body. ….
If A Niang falls into the hands of Jinxian Fengxu, he is greedy for her essence and spiritual power, so he will not kill her.
But not only could Balian not accept this way of living a meager existence, but Aniang herself would rather die than suffer such humiliation.
"It's okay..." Ying Ji curled up and lay half in the fox fur, her face turned pale due to excessive blood loss.
She raised a finger and tapped Balian's eyebrows, as if she wanted to say some words of comfort.
But then I thought about it, this child has always been smart, and he knew that there was no way she could survive in front of those three golden needles.
Sighing softly in his heart, he changed his words and comforted softly: "My mother, I am the emperor of Zhongyou who is in charge of the underworld of life and death.
After my death, my soul will return to my hometown of Jiuyou. Your father-in-law has a hard-spoken and soft-hearted character. He will not ignore your mother-in-law. You also know how capable he is.
This skin is broken, he has a way to revive her, so don't worry too much. "
How thoughtful Balian is, of course he knows that Ying Ji's nonsense is just to appease his emotions.
The strange poison penetrated deep into the bone marrow and even into the soul. What it was sucking at this moment was her original essence.
If the golden needle is not removed, the soul will be exhausted sooner or later, and there will be no way to return to the Jiuyou hometown.
Balian didn't want her to worry about him at such a time
Emotionally disturbed.
He wanted to pretend to be relieved and smile, but found that he couldn't smile.
Outside Changling there were thunders and swords whistling.
Even though Bai Lian wanted to kill Jinxian Fengxu at this moment, he couldn't bring himself to fight over there.
He gently turned Ying Ji's body, but her wrist was suddenly grabbed tightly by her.
"Cold..." The woman in Huqiu Li was obviously becoming increasingly confused. Those two words coming out of her mouth were so weak and breathless.
Her already cold cheeks now looked like ice jade, and her lips were pale and bloodless.
The sweat mixed with blood rolled down the side of his neck, looking no different from the person who was about to die.
die!
These two words were like a curse that strangled Balian's heart, making him more breathless and his throat was so dry and painful.
Balian didn't dare to touch the wound on her back anymore, so he took a few fire charms to light the branches, and the small bonfire burned softly next to the rattan bed.
He opened his palms and used the power of water control to wash away the sticky and cold blood between her clothes, and then used his spiritual power to steam her body dry.
He found that this was the only thing he could do at this moment.
How powerless.
But Ying Ji's complexion still didn't improve at all, and she shrank into a painful posture.
She was wrapped in a fox fur, her face was pale, her lips were green, and the cold air billowing from her body swept over her like a cold mist.
In the entire interior space of Changling, the thick white chill was actually visible to the naked eye. The bonfire on the ground was extinguished by the cold air and turned into a pile of ashes. When the wind blew, it dispersed.
The bonfire was extinguished and Changling fell into darkness again. Balian stared blankly at the pile of remaining traces of gray on the ground. His eyes were dark and deep, like a deep ancient well with no bottom.
Ordinary flames cannot resist this cold Gu. ….
Maybe...he can do more than that.
Balian's eyebrows gradually lowered and deepened, and his thick eyelashes covered the thoughts in his eyes.
A bright light suddenly flashed between his eyebrows.
This ray of light is like fire.
The moment the light rose, the entire Changling became warm.
It is not the warmth that comes from the comfort of the cold skin, but the fulfilling warmth that is content with the coldness of the soul.
At the same time, Bai Lian's face became as pale as paper, and he looked extremely tired.
This warmth from the soul fire is irresistible to anyone trapped in endless coldness and loneliness.
Ying Ji breathed out a mouthful of cold mist, curled up her limbs and leaned towards Bailian.
When her fingertips touched his unusually hot body, her frozen thoughts were suddenly awakened.
She was startled, her eyes widened suddenly, and she exclaimed in shock: "This is nonsense! What are you doing?!"
She hurriedly pushed herself up and touched Bailian's cheek. She saw a cluster of soul fire dancing and shining between his eyebrows, and he looked without any warmth at all.
But this body was like the tip of a knife being roasted by fire, and his flesh and blood were about to be scalded.
Ying Ji's pale and cold body gradually warmed up, but her expression was extremely cold.
He was originally a corpse demon, and both his body and soul belonged to the Yinhan lineage.
At this moment, he was using the Soul of Death Yin to fight against the Soul of Yang Yan. No matter how powerful his soul body was, he couldn't withstand such nonsense.
Ying Ji was weak at the moment, and Bai Lian effortlessly turned his head to avoid her covering palm.
Instead, he opened his arms and hugged her ice-like body tightly, burning the power of his soul without hesitation.
At the same time, he didn't want Ying Ji to suffer such physical and mental torture, so he secretly thought about whether to knock her out.
With the power of his soul fire, he may not be able to force the three golden needles, but he can also use Yang Fire to suppress the later onset of the golden needles.
Arriving like this also bought Ying Ji more time to rush back to Zhongyou as soon as possible to find Aweng.
As long as her soul is immortal, Aweng will have a way to protect her from surviving.
Even if he dies like this, under the control of this hatred, Ying Ji will find a way to take revenge and survive.
While he was deep in thought, Balian's shoulder suddenly felt pain, but it was Ying Ji who noticed his thoughts and bit her hard.
Parian felt deeply guilty and regretful.
If he had firmed up his position and determination in the Zhongyou Dynasty, not to recognize her, not to involve her in the dispute in Shifang City...
How could I experience the pain and despair of a life and death separation again?
What he worried about finally happened.
"Although the scene of sacrificing one's life seems very touching, I think it's better to end it here."
A sudden voice suddenly echoed in the silent Changling Tomb.
Bai Lian was startled because he was very familiar with this voice.
He turned to look at the woman walking slowly from the dark shadows, his eyes darkened dangerously: "Is it you?"
Under the light of the jumping soul fire, there is a beautiful face that is so exquisite and clear that it does not look like a living person.
Her appearance was pale, different from her usual plain clothes. In this bleak ancient mausoleum, she changed into a bright scarlet dress.
Ninety-nine leaped down from the ancient monument, her steps were graceful, her posture was graceful, her long hair floating behind her was like a black cloud, almost blending in with the darkness, wrapping her slender red hair.
There is also a little bit of soul radiance around the woman lingering around her skirt.
She looked at Balian calmly and said seriously: "After all, if you die, I will have a headache."
There has been so much commotion in the city recently, but she has not been seen. Now she appears in the Soul Killing Mausoleum for no reason. I don't know what she is planning?
At this moment, Ying Ji's life was in danger, and Balian would never allow anything unexpected to happen. His eyes were cold: "Why are you here?"
Jiujiu lowered his eyes and looked at him: "This Changling Tomb is the resting place prepared by my master for me. Why do you think I am here?"
Balian was stunned.
Jiujiu walked slowly and sighed: "What a strange master. The puppet is a dead thing, but it is injected with commands and looks like a human being.
But the puppet is not a human being after all, and there is no need to follow the path of returning to dust and returning to dust.
No matter how much we look like humans, the only path we pursue is to 'operate' and 'destroy'.
I will not experience death, nor will I find rest. Throwing it away in the ditch like garbage when it is no longer useful is the correct way for humans to use us.
Like her, she would prepare a handful of yellow sand tombs and a long mausoleum for each puppet she created.
This move really makes me and other puppets find it incredible. ".
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