Seeing Jiujiu's self-melting array circuit without hesitation, taking the initiative to assimilate and merge with the evil god's desire, a glimmer of cold murderous intent finally flashed through Balian's eyes.
On the Huanghuangtian Holy Sword Mountain, a huge and strange deep black vortex appeared immediately, covering thousands of miles. For a moment, the world seemed to have entered an ancient battlefield of gods and demons covered with dark clouds.
The long sword collapsed and decomposed and scattered in all directions. After this battle, all the swords in the world were damaged. From now on, the swordsmanship in the world will probably lag behind for a hundred years.
Numerous dark purple and black evil thorn flowers began to grow on Jiujiu's body. Those thorn flowers actually grew from those shadow wizards with countless desires. The thorns wrapped around her neck, cheeks, and waist in layers.
Her body below the waist was integrated into the mountain, and the thorns absorbed the power of the Heavenly Holy Sword Mountain. From the stamens that opened and closed in the thorns, amethyst sword flowers were born.
The thorns cruelly pierced her body and penetrated into her body as if they were full of life.
Then, as if tempered by his body, more subtle new-born young thorns pierced and grew out of her neck and cheeks.
"You finally had the murderous intention, that's good."
Soon Jiujiu's cheek was half entangled with those thorns, and she showed a satisfied look. Those things that turned into black mud were attached to the mountains, giving rise to countless expressions of painful struggle.
This is the sign of suffering for all living beings.
But Ninety-Nine's pale cheek scratched by the thorns of thorns had closed its eyes peacefully at some point. There was no expression on the face, and there was an almost empty and terrifying indifference.
But this Jiujiu, who looked innocuous and looked more like a puppet than any other doll in the world, was exuding an almost terrifying and creepy aura at this moment.
The truth of the matter is that she chose to be born as a doll, and she was so proud of her identity that she gave up her puppet body.
The two fists collided, and a monstrous aura suddenly emitted from behind Jiujiu, engulfing Bailian below him.
Balian's eyebrows twitched with a cold expression. He shook Jiujiu's fist away with all his strength and stepped on a broken sword. The spiritual power in his body changed from the warm and warm sea in the past, and suddenly became overbearing and fierce.
Between the palms, the gestures changed, and then a golden and heavenly sign suddenly appeared.
The Dharma Prime Minister holds seventy-two magical instruments of the Ming Dynasty.
One of the weapons struck down and turned into a giant golden bell around Bai Lian's body.
Ninety-nine fists fell on the bell, making a loud rumbling sound.
The giant golden bell intercepted her fist, but failed to stop the thick black fog sweeping behind her.
The thick fog was like nourishing nutrients for desire. In an instant, countless black thorns sprouted from the inner wall of the golden bell.
And Bai Lian, who was inside the clock, was like an ancient sinner who had fallen into the thorns, and those thorns seemed to be full of poison.
Before even touching Balian's body, little ink-like marks began to appear on his skin.
Balian's eyes were downcast, avoiding his five senses, not being confused by the thorns of desire.
He made another seal, and without hesitation, he mobilized the spiritual power in his body to the extreme, and smashed down all the seventy-one magic weapons behind him.
The ancient ringing sound came from the giant golden bell, and the solemn and holy sound shook the world. The black thorns growing in the bell burned themselves without inflammation, burning out the flames of gods and demons mixed with gold and black. In an instant, they were burned to the ground. Er Jing.
But the strange thing is that when the golden bell around Bailian absorbed all the power of the law, Jiujiu withdrew the black thorns.
She still closed her eyes tightly, her skin losing its vitality, like a delicate and perfect marble sculpture.
Jiujiu closed her eyes, but saw more things. Her lips were straight and there was no trace of smile.
Jiujiu tilted his head as if asleep, with a sudden look of innocence on his face, and said like a dream voice:
"I saw your soul, it was a shadow."
Her body suddenly left Tiansheng Sword Mountain, and her upper body fell forward, turning a blind eye to the giant golden clock. Her body leaned down, and she passed through the clock face easily as if crossing the water.
Only then did Balian realize that Jiujiu's body leaving Tianshengjian Mountain was just an illusion.
Her body seemed to be far away from the mountain, but the lower body from the waist down was still growing lushly, tightly entwining and elongating her body. The thorny black thorns wrapped her cheeks until only a pair of closed eyes remained.
Being so close, Balian could even smell the rich smell of blood desire coming from the thorns growing on her body.
Jiujiu seemed to have found his fatal weakness. Wrapped in thorns, she could not see his face clearly. She came closer as if she was smelling his scent, and spoke in a low voice:
"Why don't you continue using Karma?"
She tilted her head, as if she had grasped a very important point: "I remembered that after you become stronger, you seem to be unable to continue to use karma."
While the thorns were entangled, she raised a finger covered with thin thorns, and a sword flower appeared on the fingertip, which touched Balian's collarbone.
Balian's eyes were focused deeply, and he was about to stop him, but he found that the energy in his body was completely stagnant. Even the protective golden bell was filled with bewitching purple-flowered black vines at some point.
The poison actually spread into his body along the air. The moment the fairy tear inlaid in the collarbone was touched by her finger, Balian's whole body froze and his eyes became cloudy for a moment.
His expression also became solidified in this coquettish flower.
Ninety-nine mercilessly dug out the fairy tear embedded in his bones. At this moment, Bailian's body was like a puppet that had lost its puppet control, and its limbs sagged.
The vines growing out of Jiujiu's body pulled on Balian's out-of-control body and suddenly pulled him close to her.
"I said I would kill you, so I won't break my promise."
"You see, no matter when or where, the time is ripe for me."
Ninety-nine had completely melted to the point where the original outline could not be seen, and a thin, sharp thorn grew in the heart of the furnace.
It emerged from her heart and pierced into Balian's heart. It penetrated deeply into the golden corpse bead and penetrated it.
It seemed that Balian couldn't bear the intense pain, and the fairy mark between his eyebrows also disappeared quickly, and the fairy power in his body, which was as powerful as the power of the common people, was withdrawn like the ebbing tide.
Instead, a bright red color quickly filled his eyes.
The blood that spilled out between his lips and teeth was tainted with a strong breath of poisonous lust. Jiujiu controlled the thorns, and after smashing the corpse bead that sustained his life into pieces, he pulled Bailian's thorns. Throw it hard.
The direction was controlled extremely accurately, and it was thrown in the direction of Fang Geyu in the city.
The wind roared in the ears, and Tiansheng Sword Mountain was completely disconnected from Balian's mind. The golden holy light was like the last sunset swallowed up by the night, disappearing bit by bit.
Immortal tears rolled gently between Jiujiu's fingers before being swallowed up by the rising thorns.
The thick black texture is like the great darkness where heaven and earth lose all light.
Ninety-nine's body was pulled back into the Sword Mountain, which was completely polluted and lost all the light and holy will.
Another thorn grew from the back of her head, but it was different from the ordinary thorns. This particularly dark thorn actually exuded a strange scarlet mist, and had unusually sharp barbs, wrapped around ninety-nine naked thorns. The last eyes outside the bush.
At the moment when the thorns entangled her, her closed eyes slowly opened, and the last light of her heart flickered slightly like a firefly in the endless night.
Then his eyes were tightly wrapped by the thorns emitting scarlet mist.
Blood seeped out from those dense thorn strips, and no shadow outline could be seen anymore.
Seeing Bailian's blood-stained figure falling through the clouds, Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan was the first to sense the shattering of the corpse bead under Bailian's chest.
The expression on his face was dim, and he knew that his last hope of stopping the True Ancestor Evil God was gone.
This disappointing thought just got angry in my heart.
Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan couldn't help but laugh at himself.
Unexpectedly, as the Emperor, he would regard the corpse demon clan as the biggest thorn in his side in this life, and many of the royal corpse beads were shattered under his hands.
Now, he actually felt sad that this young man's corpse bead was destroyed.
Wei Tu also put away his calculating fingers, sighed, and said: "The divination of the divination is inherently lifeless. The fact that this young man can endure to this point is beyond everyone's imagination. After all, …”
He paused for a moment and then looked up at the huge black sword mountain. The slender ghost attached to the sword mountain had no human appearance at all.
Their bodies were like molten sugar melted by high temperatures, merging and decomposing irregularly. The only thing that remained unchanged was the single, fearful and painful faces that filled the thorny forest between the mountains.
Seeing this scene, Jinxian Weitu's eyes showed complicated meanings, and he continued: "After all, what we are facing now is not just the True Ancestor Evil God..."
Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan certainly understood what he meant.
Today's defeat does not lie with the True Ancestor Evil God.
Although the True Ancestor Evil God is powerful, Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan firmly believes that even if the True Ancestor Evil God finds a suitable host in a short time after starving for hundreds of thousands of years, the process of absorbing desire will be extremely long.
As for the True Ancestor Evil God, he absolutely did not dare to face the immortals or even the Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan at the critical moment of his recovery.
Placed in the host's body, it hides in the human world like a leaf falling into the forest, slowly absorbing desires, and grows secretly over time.
What is really scary is the puppet named Jiujiu. She has no human fear, so she can maximize the power of the evil god.
While the evil god was dominating her physical body and spirit, she was also using the power of the evil god to cleanse the world.
The two are in harmony, one has boundless desires and the other is desperate.
Even the Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan felt helpless.
Bailian's body fell rapidly, Fang Geyu's cultivation was still shallow, and his eyesight was still difficult to see the extremely high places separated by the sea of clouds.
She couldn't see the picture of Brian's mouth being penetrated.
I saw that the huge sword whale formed by the gathering of hundreds of millions of spiritual swords that day fell apart, followed by several loud bells and loud sounds that shocked the world, and even the deep sea in the northwest sea was stirred up.
Just as Fang Geyu's heart tightened, he saw that familiar figure covered in blood falling rapidly from the sea of clouds.
The white clothes on his body were stained with blood, and the thin line of blood that fell down was like a burning fire licking her blank brain.
There was a faint tingling sensation in Fang Geyu's skull. After she forced herself to react, a snow-white figure beside her flew out faster and caught Bailian.
Fang Geyu knew how terrifying the evil god was when he was completely out of control, not to mention that this evil god was occupying Ninety-nine, the most powerful puppet created by his mother.
It is impossible to imagine how dangerous these two existences are.
Moreover... Fang Geyu could clearly sense the inexplicable and unquestionable murderous intention that Jiujiu had towards Bai Lian before this!
How smart she is.
Knowing is for Balian.
Failure means death.
Once Jiujiu was given the chance to defeat him, she would not leave him alive.
Fang Geyu didn't know how she got to Shu Ci's side. Her palms felt cold, and her face became paler when her eyes fell on the finger-sized blood hole between his heart.
She heard herself tremble and say: "He...his corpse beads..."
Shu Ci's face was cold, he raised a palm and used his spiritual power to press the wound on Bai Lian's chest.
Unexpectedly, before her palm fell, her wrist was held by a hand.
Fang Geyu and Shu Ci were stunned at the same time, but they saw Bai Lian, who had fallen in Shu Ci's arms, weakly opening his eyes. In the scarlet vertical pupils, there was a flow of illusory soul brilliance blending and dispersing.
Although his face was weak and pale, there was no sign of death.
Looking at it like this, he actually survived in the hands of Jiujiu.
Shu Ci frowned: "Are you okay?"
"I can't die..." Bailian struggled to cough up the blood in his throat. He pressed down on Shu Ci's wrist, indicating that she didn't need to waste her spiritual energy to save him.
He clutched his chest and sat up with difficulty, took a breath, and then said: "It doesn't matter, I don't just have a corpse bead and can't die."
With that blow just now, I am afraid that even if Si Li in his heyday were here and his corpse bead was shattered, he might not be able to survive.
Unfortunately, Jiujiu didn't seem to know that Bai Lian actually had two corpse beads in his body.
The corpse bead in his heart was not the one that mainly maintained Balian's life function.
But it was the corpse bead that belonged to Si Li in the dantian in his belly.
Ninety-nine shattered his corpse beads together with his heart. Although it could severely injure him, it could not kill him.
Seeing that he was not trying to lie, Fang Geyu's tense face returned to a bit of color.
But the chaotic expression in her eyes was still difficult to calm down. She stared deeply at Bailian. Seeing the look in his eyes, she knew that he had left the mysterious state just now.
But she still couldn't help but ask: "What happened to you just now?"
Balian shook his head solemnly and said, "Now is not the time to talk about this."
At this moment, he was finally able to confirm that Jiujiu's strong desire to kill him was actually to anger Fang Geyu.
Shu Ci lowered her head and took a deep look at Balian. Seeing that his expression returned to normal, she vaguely seemed to understand something again.
But without saying a word, she raised her hand directly, and the sharp and slender fox nails made a bloody gash on her slender neck. The snow-white skin cracked and bright red blood pooled out.
(End of chapter)
