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Chapter 365 Buried Heart

However, Bai Lian's own purpose is not for You Gui Lang. In any case, it is the best policy to temporarily force You Gui Lang out of the second realm and then do other methods.

He didn't pay attention to the several monks who came to fight angrily at him. The nine-headed unicorn outside the car roared loudly, stepped out of the waves of fire clouds, kicked the chests of the monks hard, and knocked them directly.

Passed out.

The owner's territory cannot be invaded by others.

You Gui Lang laughed out loud, very proud of himself. He hid in the dark sand that was about to disperse, and said incomprehensible words that no one could understand: "I quit! Now that I have this girl, what else can I do?

Please pray for those sad dreams of Spring and Autumn! From now on, there will be no more ghost ghost like me in the fairy city! You want to use my life to open the door for you, you piece of shit, in your dreams!"

I don't know whether it was intentional, but there were so many Yin spirits that interfered with Ying Xiu, and for a while, they were all at their wits' end.

He ordered sternly: "Get Yuguilang!"

There are hidden curses in the words.

A crimson five-pointed star pattern flashed on the forehead of the heroic spirit Hong Ying. Under the stimulation of the power of the spirit of words, her black hair danced wildly, and a shadow formation formed in the surrounding areas.

The underworld battlefield.

The red blood-stained earth, the flags with broken blades, and the bloody setting sun are about to stagger down from the western horizon, just like the gradual darkness when the morning light passes.

Where the horizon meets the light, Yuukiro's figure is clearly locked.

The red cherry blossoms disappeared in place, like a gust of cold wind passing by, raising a faint shadow of smoke on the black soil.

In the blood-curtain battlefield, the smoky shadows of the red cherry blossoms flashed with cold blades.

You Gui Lang's face was solemn, a high-pitched roar burst out from his mouth, his eyes were blood red, and he tightened the female ghost in his arms without any hesitation and faced her with his back.

The blade held by Benizakura's fingertips trembled slightly and shot out, setting off several gusts of wind, but they failed to land on Yuukiro's body.

The strong wind swept over his cheek, wiping out a thin line of red blood.

The blade radiated into the darkness, piercing the dark shadow screen and tearing a huge gap in the sky of the battlefield.

Yougui Lang was startled.

consternation.

Confused.

Accident.

These emotions flashed across his face, leaving him unable to think deeply about why he was helped by strangers again and again at the end of his life.

Seizing every opportunity to escape, he rushed towards the gap without hesitation.

Behind him, Ying Xiu roared in anger: "Hongying! How dare you betray me?!"

Red cherry?!

This name was like a soft thorn that tickled Yuguilang's cold heart.

His fleeing footsteps subconsciously stopped for a moment.

Perhaps the desire to survive was more important than anything else at this moment, so he did not recall the origin of the name for a moment, nor did he notice that the blind band on the face of the female heroic spirit from Zhongyou had already been soaked with blood.

Hesitating only for a moment, he continued to move forward on the dark sand, the thought of survival taking over everything in his heart.

As for the punishment that the female heroic spirit who betrayed Prince Zhongyou should receive, that was not his concern.

Just because of this moment of inexplicable hesitation, the torn crack partially healed, making it difficult for him to pass through.

Yuguilang impatiently opened a palm, trying to forcefully break the formation.

At this moment, a man's palm came through the dusk. The palm was bladed and looked very ordinary. There was no spiritual light or profound energy between the palms, and only a faint thin callus remained on the palm, as if a hand was often penetrated.

Farmer's hands with rice paddy.

But when that hand appeared in Yuguilang's sight, his face showed unprecedented fear.

That palm was like tofu, crushing and piercing Yuguilang's extended palm, forearm, and arm one by one.

A hand that looks extremely ordinary, but conceals unparalleled power.

As a result, Yuukirou's body, which was about to escape from this situation, became mutilated and bloody, and fell from a high place.

In the darkness, there was a cold snort: "Do you think you can escape? My good disciple."

Yuguilang's eyes went black for a while, and he immediately struggled to get up, but his knees exploded into two bloody balls without any warning, and he knelt down again.

Good disciple?

Does Yuukiro still have his master's?

Yes, when You Gui Lang was a human being, his master was the leader of a righteous sect in the world, but because he accidentally killed a person when he went down the mountain, no one in the entire sect was left alive.

Therefore, his master should have passed away three thousand years ago.

Could it be that he was his new disciple after turning into a fierce ghost?

Why have I never heard of it?

Everyone looked up and looked around blankly, hearing the mocking chuckles in the air.

Yougui Lang was kneeling on the ground, his appearance could be described as terrifying and ferocious, like a vicious dog whose old wounds had been suddenly torn open, and he kept letting out shrill roars.

When Meng Zifei heard the laughter, it was like a vulture circling, and the color on his face instantly disappeared. He clenched the whisk in his hand, and the veins on the back of his hand were slightly raised, and he was actually trembling.

His face was very ugly, and he used one free hand to tightly hold the wrist of the other hand, and then he barely stopped shaking.

Balian's eyes fell on Meng Zifei for a moment, taking in a series of his subtle actions, and then he saw a man in a purple robe slowly walking out of the night.

The man wore a metal mask on his face, and the mask was faintly entwined with dark demonic aura, exuding a deep and strange look.

He faced the crowd and said straight to the point: "I come from one of the long rivers in the far north. The name of the river is Burial Heart."

As soon as these words came out, everyone's expression changed, and some people exclaimed: "Demon...the remnants of the Demon Sect..."

The man in purple robe chuckled.

Then the man's head was like a melon rolling on the ground, and the wounds on his neck and shoulders were like mirrors. They were actually covered by a thin layer of sword energy, and the blood could not break through the sword energy and come out.

The atmosphere in the surrounding area instantly froze like ice.

"I am indeed a member of the Demon Sect. You can call me Demon Leader, you can call me Second River, but please don't use the word Remnant."

Bursts of laughter came from under the skull mask, and his voice seemed to have been processed by some music technique, and the original voice could not be heard. He said leisurely: "After all, our Langya Demon Sect has not yet reached the day of annihilation.

"

He stepped on the head of Yugui Lang, who was screaming, and crushed his cheek deeply into the soil.

His voice was full of love and regret: "My dear disciple, if you were obedient and opened the door to the three realms, my master would not have to be exposed to the sight of these sheep. If you play like this, you are disobeying my master."

Order."

Youguilang gritted his teeth: "Don't ever let me be used by you again!"

Zipao chuckled twice, and held his big hand in the direction of Yougui Lang. The female ghost Hesha in Youguilang's arms immediately rose into the air and was sucked up by him with great force.

At this moment, the sound of the flute suddenly rose rapidly, and the dark wind between heaven and earth acted as a blade, slashing towards the protruding palm of the purple-robed man.

Zipao snorted softly and quickly retracted his palm as if he was afraid. The sharp wind brushed his fingertips and cut off a section of his finger.

However, there was no blood spurting out at all, and before the severed finger fell to the ground, it turned into a wisp of black flames and scattered embers. If you like The Long Night Walk, please bookmark it: (www.sodu777.net) The Long Night Walk novel search website has the fastest update speed on the entire Internet.

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