Balian wiped the blood from the corners of his lips and spread his palms. The luster in the wishing bead instantly dimmed and fell into his palm coolly.
That huge skeleton monster is a ghost that has been condensed and solidified by resentment. All things are interdependent, and the enemies of resentment are naturally the pure will power that has been transcended and turned into merit.
Although the power between the two comes from the body of the fierce ghost.
But the difference is huge.
It's just that the drowned woman's willpower is limited, and her faith and willpower have been exhausted when she just escaped from the trap.
I'm afraid it won't be useful for a while.
He nodded, smiled slightly at Fang Geyu, and said, "Don't be afraid, the corpse demon raised by Fang Geyu is not weak."
Seeing that he was still thinking about teasing, Fang Geyu's heart that had just reached her throat suddenly sank back into her stomach. She snorted coldly: "Afraid? When have you ever seen this young lady be timid?"
Balian smiled, and at this moment, the white-bone monster with its broken fingers rumbled up from the mid-air, and the skeleton belonging to Miss Ji Ying was swallowed not only by one arm, but also by half.
His body was not even buried among the many white bones.
It seems that under that wishing bead, the strength within this bone body has been damaged, and it is urgently in need of great resentment to make up for it.
The corpses surrounding Ji Ying were like cursed evil spirits. They grabbed her body with their white arm bones and crammed them into the huge body.
Bailian took a deep look at Fang Geyu and said, "Wait for me here."
Fang Geyu grabbed his blood-stained sleeve and said: "A monster of this level is not something you and I can deal with. Yougui Lang has killed so many people and created such a monster. The empress will definitely not sit back and watch.
Li, let’s leave here first and ask the queen to take action.”
Balian shook his head: "It's too late. If Miss Ji Ying is swallowed by that monster, she will never be reincarnated."
Fang Geyu was a little annoyed: "She is already dead. With so many bones, can you save her alone?"
Bai Lian pursed his lips, looked at Fang Geyu with a complicated expression, pointed in the direction of Ji Ying's skeleton, and asked: "Fang Geyu, can't you not see the ray of soul between her eyebrows?"
Fang Geyu was startled: "How could I possibly see that kind of thing?"
"What if I say that Miss Ji Ying's soul has not been completely destroyed?"
Fang Geyu loosened the hem of his clothes, looked at him and said seriously: "I'll go with you."
"Wait for me in a safe place."
"Smelly kid! Who are you ordering?!"
A shrill and shrill wind blew up around the fields, and the drifting snow under the sky was flying everywhere, blowing the red robes of similar styles between the two of them.
Balian did not continue to refute her words. He looked down at the red bird carvings on the coffin at his feet for a moment, then raised his head and smiled softly at Fang Geyu.
Then he stretched out a hand towards her.
All of a sudden, Fang Geyu met his gentle, almost hidden eyes.
She could obviously fly in the air by herself, but under the gaze of such an invitation to fight together, by some strange combination, she placed her little hands that were cold from the wind and snow into his palm.
The same cold palm held her hand, but the next moment, Balian made a move that made Fang Geyu stunned.
He stood on the ancient coffin, held the girl's hand, and then knelt down on one knee.
Xiu Ran's straight waist was slightly bent, and he pressed his cold forehead against her fingertips.
He lowered his head and said with a smile: "I will bring you the answers to this test question, so please be obedient and hide it, okay?"
The warmth between the cold palms almost made her feel confused for a moment, and now she couldn't even figure out where this kid came from with such strong self-confidence.
I just felt that deep in my heart, the only fatally soft spot was rubbed heavily by something furry. It was soft and itchy, but annoyingly I couldn't scratch the itch.
She curled her fingers slightly, but did not pull them out.
A strange softness grows on the fingertips, and the wind and snow brush against it, not cold but warm, which makes the soul feel uneasy.
She couldn't remember how she responded to his words.
Perhaps it was under this windy and snowy night that she blushed and nodded helplessly.
Otherwise, how could he stand up so quickly, touch her head with a smile, and then turn around and leave.
However, this time, it was also the first time in Fang Geyu's life that he wanted to get a perfect answer seriously.
Baili'an walked in the wind and snow and put his palm close to his heart, feeling a strange feeling.
There is no heartbeat, the blood is cold, and the heart is cold.
But at this moment, what is boiling deep in the body?
His firm and deep eyes clearly reflected the huge skeleton of a mountain of white bones. Balian could not trace the origin of this excited emotion.
Naturally, this is not some affectionate deer collision.
From the moment he set foot in this deserted house until he saw the scene of mountains of corpses in front of him, the rising and boiling noise in his body seemed to have reached some extreme state.
Balian believed that he was not the kind of bloodthirsty and warlike person. The blood and cold iron on the battlefield could not make him feel excited or sympathetic.
He will not be immersed in a hearty battle, nor can he find pleasure in killing.
But now, he felt that everything in front of him seemed to be a battlefield and stage prepared for him.
This is a battle that only belongs to deceit!
He abandoned all swordsmanship, shut down the two awakened spiritual power nodes in his body, and refused to resonate with the spiritual power between heaven and earth.
Balian ignited the blood-colored pupils belonging to the dark side, and the emotions in his eyes changed from fiery fighting spirit to numb indifference in just a moment.
He reached into his sleeves very naturally, as if he had done this action thousands of times.
The position of the piccolo in the sleeve seemed to have remained unchanged. Just like a habit that had been formed long ago, he directly held the piccolo without any unnecessary movements to explore.
The texture of cold jade gave him a hint of distant nostalgia in his heart.
Sister Wen really didn't lie to him.
This piccolo has always been his.
There was a voice in his heart telling him.
This is a weapon that belongs to him, a weapon that he has always wanted to use but did not dare to use.
It's like the power of a taboo that is not allowed in life.
But at this moment, his life has ended, and his existence itself is the biggest taboo in the world.
When taboos hold taboos, the cages and chains that bind him will naturally be broken.
There is no need to take into account so many taboos and concerns.
Because he is Si Chen, no one can blame him anymore.
The bones are like mountains and towers.
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