Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan fell silent. He raised his eyes to look at Jiujiu under the night sky. He wondered if the desire in his heart had been absorbed too much.
At this moment, when he looked at Jiujiu, the deep fighting spirit was not as strong as before.
But Jiujiu knew that with the character of Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan, he had absolutely no reason to let the True Ancestor Evil God go.
At this moment, he restrained his fighting spirit because he was calm and rational enough.
I know that even if the shadow witch attached to my body is pulled out, the thread of desire is like a spring grass.
If he had the intention to kill him at this moment, his desire would definitely grow again due to the ups and downs of his mind, thus giving birth to a new shadow witch.
In front of the True Ancestor Evil God, there are thousands of threads of desire, and he absorbs the desires and emotions of his immortal ministers without restraint in front of him, the Six Realm Zhuzhan, and turns them into nutrients to nourish the evil god's power.
He can still be so calm and calm, and he is worthy of being called a saint of heaven and earth.
But since he was able to calm down his mind and refrain from rash war, it also meant that he would allow the True Ancestor Evil God to poison all the immortals.
No matter what, Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan was forced into a dilemma.
but……
Ninety-nine eyes fell on Bailian, and there was a cold mockery in his eyes.
The Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan was now inexplicably calm, and he actually placed his only hope on the corpse demon royal family that was forbidden in his heart.
Ninety-nine eyebrows were slightly raised, and he said calmly: "In the battle at Baiyinmen, you killed Jinxian Fengxu, and Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan and other immortals chased you. It was me who saved your life, but now you come to help him do the same." Deal with me?
As a corpse demon, he is not tolerated by the Immortal Lord's order. The Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan wanted to get rid of this kid soon, but now he wants to seek his protection. It is really a trick of fate. "
Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan covered his chest with his palms, his eyebrows were downcast, and he said in a low voice: "The shadow thoughts on my body have been eliminated. If you want to sway and seduce me with just these few words, it would be too naive."
Jiujiu laughed and said: "The Immortal Lord really has no self-awareness. In this situation, there is no need to confuse him. He is just mocking you."
She turned her eyes and looked at Balian with a dull expression, and said: "It seems that I still overestimate the six senses."
How long had passed just now? She had just left the Cold Tower and had only fought for one round with the Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan when this kid actually came out of the crystal.
Balian suddenly raised his hand and fell on the face of the shadow witch who was holding him, and suddenly used his fingers to tear it apart!
The black mist covering the shadow witch's face was torn off by him as if it were a real thing.
An empty face was revealed.
The pair of eyes similar to those of Immortal Zhu Zhan also disappeared like flowers in the mist.
The shadow witch also stopped releasing the destructive energy within his body, and the deafening sound of Cloud Collapse also became quiet.
The limbs that were originally hanging down now became even more limp and weak, and the silk threads growing out of the ten fingers of the shadow witch were as smooth as lotus root silk.
"How can she be an ordinary person if she can be the same as you?" Balian's body was filled with karma that was invisible to the naked eye, and dark clouds were surrounding the shadow witch.
As soon as he loosened his grip, the Shadow Witch's body fell from the sky. Before it fell into the sea, it was swallowed up by the black mist.
Balian raised his eyes, his clear eyes were like a cage of darkness because of the upwelling of karma: "She has trapped me for five sticks of incense."
A strange color flashed in Jiujiu's eyes: "You actually control the power of magical power to seal time and space?"
She tilted her head: "Who...are you?"
Not only Jiujiu was curious about this question, but even the Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan cast an inquiring look at Bai Lian.
He didn't understand.
This shadow witch that has been contaminated by the power of the evil god is like a thick black ink stain, whoever gets it will be black.
Once touched, it will take root and sprout like a seed deeply implanted in the heart, and then the flower of evil will grow.
Without exception.
Even though he is the body of the Holy Body, he will be attacked invisibly.
But this young corpse demon boy was able to touch the shadow witch with his bare hands and face the devouring desire without any backlash.
Balian retracted his palm, and the raindrops falling from the sky suddenly froze into stagnant raindrops.
He raised his palm and pushed gently, and the thousands of raindrops began to rotate and merge with each other, turning into two water-shaped three-foot long swords.
Thousands of raindrops chased the two seemingly ordinary water swords, fell from the sky into the world, and penetrated diagonally through the faces of the two shadow witches attached to the backs of Emperor Taiyin and Empress Ying Ji.
The raindrops all over the sky turned into sharp sword energy and exploded.
The dark mist on the faces of the two shadow puppets seemed to have been washed away by the flood, and the outlines of the facial features of the model lake that had just appeared under the black mist melted away like drawing paper.
The shattered sword energy swept wildly and violently. This flourishing sword was so majestic that when the two swords fell, they even caused stars to fall all over the field and nine feet of red dust to fall.
But when the fierce sword energy was scattered randomly, the two shadow witches collapsed, and their lust lines were dissolved. However, the Taiyin Emperor and Ying Ji Empress, who were less than an inch away from the shadow witches, had no damage on their bodies, even their clothes. Kakuzu has never been touched by a wisp of sword energy.
Emperor Taiyin and Ying Ji looked shocked, looking at the young man standing against the ninety-nine in the sky with strange eyes.
After a long time, Emperor Taiyin withdrew his gaze, stared at the water sword inserted diagonally behind him, and exclaimed: "With such sword power, it is difficult to find another person in the six realms."
Although Ying Ji also saw the extraordinary qualities of these two swords, she did not expect that they could be worthy of her father's evaluation. She couldn't help but be shocked and felt weird:
"Xiao An didn't have much time to practice swordsmanship in the Tianxi Sword Sect. How could he comprehend such a powerful swordsmanship?"
When he heard the words Tianxi Sword Sect, Emperor Taiyin snorted coldly, with disdain in his eyes: "As the master of Tianxi Sword, Bailiyu is not even qualified to wipe the sword under this sword. "
Not testing the sword, but wiping the sword.
Ying Ji understood, so the shock in her eyes became even deeper.
She looked up at the figure of the young man in white in the sky, not feeling proud of the extraordinary strength shown by Balian.
At this moment, infinite worry and uneasiness arose in my heart.
Although she didn't know why her son was so powerful that he looked like he had been taken away from him, but how could Ying Ji not recognize whether the person in the sky was her child?
As for why his strength has improved by leaps and bounds, and why he is able to possess power that is superior to that of a saint.
None of these are worth caring about. As a mother, what she really cares about is that he has such power.
That means that in the face of this disaster that could destroy the world at any time, he is the first person to stand on the cusp of the storm.
Is he planning to use his own body to resist the storm in the city?
"What a skill, so powerful." Jiujiu smiled while stroking his hands.
She turned half side of her body, spread out her arms, and revealed the figure of the immortal under the dark sky in her sight. She said in a low voice: "I just don't know, how many more swords can you use?"
Balian said calmly: "Show out the swords as many times as you should."
Jiujiu did not doubt his ability at this moment, and she chuckled again:
"You are very powerful now, and you seem to know all kinds of magic and Taoism. But you seem to have forgotten that casting the time and space forbidden magic consumes your spiritual consciousness. Although the six senses failed to hold you back.
But the effort of five sticks of incense is enough to consume most of your energy. If my guess is correct, the original corpse demon imp will be back, right? "
Balian did not deny this fact, his eyes remained calm and collected: "Before this, I can clear many obstacles for myself, such as..."
"How many swords should I use?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Bailian bit his fingertip and wiped the blood from the fingertip across the Tiance Junshan Sword. The bright red blood stains were wiped away from the bright sword.
The already bright and complete runes on the sword turned out to be the body of the sword, which slowly floated away and turned into a straight line of inscriptions that rushed up to the ninth level of the sky.
Like a huge golden light penetrating the sky and the earth, leading to the day and night.
He held the sword in both hands and raised it up to the sky like an offering.
Tiance Junshan Sword searched for the golden light and disappeared into the night sky.
“Boom buzz buzz————————————”
The solemn and solemn sound of swords, thirteen towering swords, like mountains, like monuments and tombs, are reflected in the sky.
Thirteen long swords are connected end to end, and their momentum is so huge that they penetrate the entire sky horizontally, and there is no end in sight.
A sword entered the sky and soared up, and I saw my true body in the clouds and mist, and I didn't know where it was!
Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan was shocked, but he recognized the aura of the Thirteen Swords of Tianxi.
Although this young corpse demon is the son of Baili Yu, given his age, he can actually awaken the thirteen sword souls into the sky and attract the sword mountain in a single thought.
The majestic momentum of this sword mountain is definitely not comparable to the sword mountain that towers between heaven and earth on Baituo Mountain of Tianxi Sword Sect.
These are the Thirteen Swords: Gentleman, Goddess, Kuangcao, Xixue, Duanfeng, Shanhe, Tianzhao, Luanfu, Lijiang, Chaoge, Fengyi, Qingzhou, Yuanlu, all cultivated to the highest level, integrated with each other, crossing Using the sword to rob someone, and using one's body to become a soldier, it can be transformed into the scene of the Emperor's Holy Art.
This is: Tianshengjian Mountain!
The holy swordsmanship named after the prophecy of the Emperor Father himself is a divine swordsmanship that can be ranked among the top ten in the Emperor of Heaven's arsenal!
The mountain of swords emerges, and thousands of swords appear!
The golden sword energy penetrated the world like countless threads that sewed the heaven and the earth together. Bailian squeezed the hand seals with both hands, and instantly transformed into thousands of hand seals and sword seals.
The sword energy was like a golden mist spreading from the sky. The shadow wizards brushed against it, and their bodies were covered with layers of golden mist.
Their bodies were pulled away from the host, although there were still countless things like spider threads connected between the ghost body and the human body, which were stretched infinitely.
But those shadow wizards, pulled by the golden silk mist, actually slowly floated upward toward the Holy Sword Mountain that day.
Balian's brows were filled with a sense of sanctity and inviolability reflected by the golden meaning, but the moment he handed the sword into the sky, his face turned pale, and even his lips turned into an extremely pale color. color.
Obviously, summoning the Heavenly Holy Sword Mountain was also an extremely terrible load on his body at the moment.
Jiujiu's face turned cold instantly.
If all these shadow witches are absorbed and refined by the mountain, the medium that absorbs the desires of these immortals will be destroyed, even though the True Ancestor Evil God absorbs human desires and needs a medium.
But because of the existence of these media, the True Ancestor Evil God can absorb the desires of this world as quickly as possible.
Ninety-nine hate changes.
But now, Bailian has become the biggest change.
The shadow witch was entangled by those golden mist threads, and his body showed obvious traces of deep rust. Even the threads of desire became distant, as if they might be torn off at any time.
More importantly, the power of desire contained in those shadow witches was an important power for her to absorb. At this moment, they were all sucked into the sword mountain.
Ninety-nine eyes were as cold as glass as she stared at Balian. She never imagined that she, who had made such a perfect plan, would be forced to this extent.
"Accept me..."
What's even worse is that under the turmoil of her mind, she actually recalled the demonic voice of the True Ancestor Evil God in her mind!
Jiujiu covered his forehead, his dark eyes shrouded in a strange and unknown color.
After absorbing the True Ancestor Evil God, her furnace heart has always been stable, even after absorbing the six-consciousness half of the furnace heart that was full of filth.
Her furnace heart was also infected with a deep purple color, and her consciousness and soul never wavered in the slightest.
Although her mind was tainted by the evil god's bewitchment.
But her consciousness always maintained her sobriety.
When she made up her mind to absorb this human desire, she was already ready to defeat it.
But at this moment, the evil god's voice echoed deafeningly in her mind.
"Accept me, and I will give you supreme power! No one can stop you from doing what you want to do!"
"Shut up." Jiujiu raised his thin lips and spit out two cold words.
She covered her forehead and cheeks with five fingers so hard that the originally light-colored veins protruded, and her eyes became red and twitching.
The evil god's filthy, cold feeling of drowning and suffocation came overwhelmingly toward her eyes at this moment, trying to paralyze her spirit and consciousness.
At this moment, heaven and earth fade away, and all light is lost.
Everything disappeared from her senses.
Only in front of his eyes was a woman whose face looked exactly like her master's.
This is the evil god!
Even though he knew this, seeing that face, Jiujiu couldn't help but feel a twinge of pain in his heart.
Ninety-nine's eyes quickly spread with a gloomy depth that could swallow up all the brilliance in the world.
She watched the woman slowly stretch out a hand toward her and touch the side of her neck. Her eyes as cold as ice and snow were the first thing she remembered.
The woman said: "Accept me with your heart..."
As for the True Ancestor Evil God, even though Jiujiu integrated it into her body, it could never find a flaw in her heart to attack her heart.
This also means that although Jiujiu longs for her power, at the same time, he deeply resists and loathes her!
The evil god who lives in the human body is most greedy, and he wants more than that.
