Until just now, when Balian ignored his dark aura and walked in front of him, he once thought that his bloodline was even much stronger than him.
When he saw the spiritual power node at Parian's mouth, he gave up completely.
But now, the cold blood spraying out from behind and the heart stopping beating are undoubtedly the breath of the corpse demon!
Balian was seriously injured. The sword directly knocked off half of his right hand and body, and four of his ribs were gone.
But his hand holding the sword was still very steady: "Through observation, I did it."
"observe?"
"In the battle with Sister Wen just now, you didn't take into account the life and death of those monsters. However, among the group of monsters, only the corpse monster did not die. They were not even as powerful as some monsters, but they survived, and those monsters
Then it becomes dust, then...why is this?"
The man chuckled lightly, shrugged very easily, and said: "Because I am also a corpse demon, and I have special care for my kind? Pfft." At the end of the sentence, he was amused by this innocent and ridiculous statement.
"Of course not." Balian squatted on his shoulder, blood soaking the man's clothes.
He continued: "It is not difficult to infer from your character and words that you are an aloof being, and you will not show mercy because you are of the same kind, but because they have the qualifications of a corpse demon, so you cannot kill them...
…”
Balian paused, then thought for a moment: "My description may be wrong. It's not that I can't kill them, but that if you want to kill them, you must use more powerful abilities.
So there is only one conclusion. You are imprisoned here, and there is some kind of contract in your body that even you cannot resist, that is, you must not harm your own kind.
It's just that this contract has existed in your body for many years, and you can't erase its existence, but you can weaken it, so that now it forms a subtle condition."
The man is not a patient person. Like now, he patiently listened to every word of the young man completely without any intention of interrupting, and the smile at the corner of his mouth became deeper and deeper.
Balian finally said in an affirmative tone: "The condition is that your terrible destructive power will be greatly reduced and weakened if it falls on someone of the same kind. This is why I can hang my sword on you.
The cause of the neck.”
"No, no, no." The man chuckled happily, looking at the corpse demon's subordinates on the ground with extremely contemptuous scarlet and trembling eyes: "These losers can't be like you."
In his tone, the pleasant praise was not concealed at all.
Regarding the praise of this legendary ancient corpse demon, Balian behaved very calmly. The glimmer of the sword's edge reflected in his scarlet eyes was just right and bright, neither dark nor scorching.
The man saw his eyes through the reflection of the slender sword in his hand.
That is the unique eye color characteristic of the corpse demon.
However, he had never seen the corpse demon's red eyes so pure and radiant.
It is clear that the cleaner the eyes, the easier it is for people to see through at a glance.
But he seemed to have no end in sight in these eyes.
The man's platinum soft long hair danced without the wind, and a suppressed and unknown flush of excitement appeared on his pale and feminine face, as if he had seen some extremely interesting toy.
Ignoring the threat of the silver sword on the back of his neck, he tilted his head and formally met Bailian's gaze.
His powerful and magnetic voice revealed an evil sexiness: "Ahh... look at me, I hurt you so badly. It's such a sin."
Hearing this strange tone, Wen Hanwei felt strong uneasiness in her heart and shouted loudly: "Come back quickly, don't get too close to this person!"
Balian didn't move, and the hand holding the sword didn't waver or tremble at all.
But he knew very well that when the sword edge touched this person's skin, he felt it...
What is truly powerful.
It is a kind of power that is unreasonable and regards everything as dust.
This small silver sword can easily take away the life of the powerful puppet of the Demon Sect, but it cannot break through an inch of his skin.
This is why this man so calmly allowed him to threaten him with his sword.
Because he is confident enough.
As for Balian, because of that damn ridiculous contract, he had to be serious before he could kill him.
But the sword in Balian's hand was like a child waving a branch toy at an adult.
No threat.
Even though he knew this clearly in his heart, Balian still did not move the sword edge from this man's neck.
Because what he relies on is not just this small sword.
Balian saw the man's long scarlet lips raised, and his sharp fangs exposed outside his lips, like an evil demon in the darkness.
Listen to him say in that bewitching and loving tone: "Knowing that there is a disparity in strength, even if you are seriously injured and on the verge of death, your fierce fighting spirit and decisive killing have not wavered in the slightest. Little guy, you really have something that makes people awe-inspiring."
Dear soul."
The slender silver sword in the man's hand gently tapped the ground, which meant a truce.
"It's not me who assimilated such an interesting soul creation into a corpse demon. Just thinking about it makes me feel regretful and heartbroken."
The man had stopped fighting, and Balian's consciousness of holding the sword did not waver at all. He just frowned slightly, and then came to a conclusion: "Are you a pervert?"
The gentle and serious words made the man's perfect face feel as if he had been punched hard.
He took a deep breath, ignored the question, pointed at Wen Hanwei and said, "If you stay and become my accessory, I can consider letting this woman go."
Wen Hanwei said nothing and just sneered.
Bailian said: "This is really unexpected. According to your statement, I am more important than the Nine Classics of Taixuan."
The man smiled casually: "What nonsense are you talking about? Your pure fighting spirit in that battle just now told me that you are unique in this world."
Bai Lian was silent for a moment, and then pointed out the man's true intentions and thoughts very accurately: "The fighting spirit of a little corpse demon in the Kaiyuan realm cannot attract the persistence and attention of a big man like you. The possessiveness emanating from your body now
Desire, not because of that 'unique' nonsense."
He slightly adjusted his body posture to slow down the blood loss in his body. The severe pain in his body made his thoughts calmer and clearer.
"You are just curious. I am clearly a corpse demon. I have the cold body of the dead, but I can ignite the spiritual cultivation nodes in my body just like the living. Just like there is no light in absolute darkness."
Balian's slow and calm analysis made the man's eyes shine brighter and brighter.
"It's really getting more and more surprising. So, you who have seen through everything, how should you make a decision now? Should you give up your freedom in exchange for Jiu Jing's life? Or let you watch with your own eyes as she was tortured to death by my sword and finally broke.
Will your hands and feet stay under the throne of this ancient city forever?"
His voice was trembling slightly, because at the end of the sentence, he was obviously a little excited and uncontrollable.
Just like Brian said.
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