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Chapter 314 The little devil at night

Balian is a corpse demon. According to common sense, he will not feel cold due to external environmental factors.

But at this moment, his hands and feet were cold and weak, as if he had been filled with heavy lead, and he was very weak.

His body was tightly entangled with countless dark vines, especially the two vital parts of his neck and waist. The vines seemed to have independent consciousness and were trying to strangle him alive.

Balian doesn't need to breathe, so he won't be strangled to death by it.

What made him feel heavy was that the tree vine had been absorbing the essence and blood in his body. The coldness he felt was not due to the strong wind in the ghost mountain, but from the loss of blood inside his body.

Behind him is a towering tree. Bailian has never seen such a huge and terrifying tree. This tree is as high as a thousand feet and grows between cliffs. The tree is as huge as a small mountain.

The film covered the cliff.

This ancient tree is bigger and older than the one on the edge of the cliff outside Youguilang's deserted house.

He had grown up in the ghost mountain for countless years, and even every tree and vine wrapped around his body had turned into a demon.

I think that the old tree on the cliff is a vine of this giant tree.

Balian's thoughts were a little confused and a little flustered.

Because when he fell off the cliff, the little hand that held his wrist tightly let go at some point.

The flow of blood in the body has almost exhausted the power of darkness in the body. Balian tried to use the energy in the body to attract the Qiu Shui Sword. He could sense that the Qiu Shui Sword was not far away.

But there was never any response.

His right hand was still holding the jade flute tightly, but when he poured spiritual power into it, the jade flute was cold and unresponsive. It was far from the familiar feeling he had when fighting against Yougui Lang.

The jade flute was made from the Yin jade in the Senluo Hall. It was thought that ordinary spiritual power could not be controlled. However, Balian vaguely felt that when he was fighting against Yougui Lang, the force in the jade flute was also

It's not the power of darkness that belongs to the corpse demon.

Is it possible...

Is there a third power hidden in his body that even he himself is not aware of?

There is no time to think deeply.

Because he was twenty meters away from him, Bai Lian saw Fang Geyu.

Fang Geyu, like him, was tied tightly by the tree demon's vines and hung under a branch. His eyes were closed quietly, his long eyelashes were drooped, and his small face was so pale that there was no trace of blood.

Looks very pitiful.

Her lips were pursed tightly and her color was very pale, and she didn't know whether she was dead or alive.

Balian's heart tightened and he started struggling violently under the tree.

It's just that this tree vine has drained away a lot of essence and blood from his body. All the bones in his body are stiff, and his body is getting weaker and weaker. Not to mention breaking through the countless tree vines entangled in his body, he can't even twitch his fingers.

Under the thick roots of this huge ancient tree rooted in the rocky ground, you can even clearly see the white bones of some kind of beast or the skull of a human.

This tree demon has survived here for too long, so long that it has become very old and can no longer hunt things for food. It relies on these trees and vines, which are like descendants of it, to trap the prey to death.

Dragging it deep into the roots of the earth, it was absorbed and devoured by the tree demons.

Time passes slowly, and in this quiet world, people can clearly feel the cruelty of time.

Although his reason told him not to panic, he should calm down and resolve the current predicament.

She also knew very well in her heart that since Fang Geyu was not dragged into the tree demon's crypt, it meant that her life was not cut off at the moment.

However, what really makes him feel uneasy is that he can clearly know where his limit is, but he cannot predict when Fang Geyu's life will come to an end.

He was afraid that the next moment, he would see the vines wrapped around Fang Geyu's body dragging her into the darkness that he could not see like the hands of a demon.

At that time, how should he stop it.

Does he have the power to stop it?

Just then, a burst of fire lit up in the darkness.

The cluster of firelight was bright red in color, as thick as blood, and danced faintly in front of nothingness.

This light does not seem to bring any warm feeling to people. Looking from a distance, the blood-like fireworks seem to be burning fiercely from the underworld.

Balian stared deeply at the fire, and a slight chill spread from his heart to his limbs and bones, because the moment the fire ignited, the wind in the surrounding fields became quiet, and those ghosts shuttled in the wind.

, just like ghosts and beasts returning to their nests, disappearing.

What kind of existence is it, that just the slightest hint of aura can make all the evil things here avoid in fear?

The fire was in the distant darkness one moment, and came to Balian's face the next, so fast that he had no time to identify what it was, and a cold little hand touched his cheek.

The cold breath hit his cheek.

The red light in Balian's eyes was about to flash, but he met a pair of big, watery black eyes in the darkness.

He couldn't remember where he had seen these eyes before, but they made him feel familiar, nostalgic, and close to them.

The same was true for those eyes, which were clearly filled with bone-chilling Yin Qi, but there was no hostility in those eyes.

The cold little hands passed across his cheeks and grabbed the vines on his body. Without even using any force, the vines seemed to have been drained of moisture, and instantly withered and turned into ashes.

Before Balian's body fell heavily, a soft cloud caught him.

Balian finally saw clearly the owner of those big black eyes, and he exclaimed in surprise: "Shou?!"

The ghost child raised by Yin Baishuang whom I met on Kongcang Mountain, longevity.

The firelight was not firelight, but the particularly festive red bellyband on Shou's body. I don't know what material it was made of. When it was set off by the ghostly wind in the ghost mountain, it gave off a crimson light.

Hearing Balian pronounce his name, Shou Guang, with a pair of fat little feet, walked around Bailian in the dark clouds.

Balian had no intention of reminiscing with him, so he put his arms around the little guy, hugged his cold body, and quickly came to Fang Geyu's side, saying, "Can you help me save her too?"

As if he heard the anxiety in his tone, Shouya couldn't care less about the happiness of reunion. He patted his small chest and looked like he was wrapping it around me. He put his two hands on the demonic vine that Fang Geyu stretched out.

Tear it apart with all your strength.

In an instant, these arrogant demonic vines dispersed into a cloud of dust.

The little guy is so tough that he is almost too handsome.

Bai Lian caught Fang Geyu with one hand. Although her body was cold and her breathing was weak, her breathing was steady and there was no danger of her life.

He breathed a sigh of relief, put his palm against Fang Geyu's pulse and quickly used some spiritual energy to calm her down. If you like Long Night Walk, please bookmark it: (www.sodu777.net) Long Night Walk search and reading novel network has the fastest update speed on the entire network.

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