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Chapter 412 White Snake and Qingluan

"What are you doing?!" Fang Geyu's eyes suddenly turned to frost. She suddenly pressed her sword horizontally across her palm, and the Shifang Sword in her hand could not stop clanging.

The cracked palm was soaked with blood to seal the thoughts in the sword.

But it was still a step too late, and a huge soul consciousness enveloped the corpse, trying to occupy the corpse.

This is really beyond Fang Geyu's expectation. This evil god is the true form of the evil beast from the ancient times, and is the ancestor of the evil gods in the world.

It also comes from this terrifying Bronze Gate World. In this vast and boundless world, she is definitely a dominant-level existence.

Therefore, she was very picky about the individual conditions for body snatching and resurrection. After waiting for thousands of years, she was just the evil god's first host.

Now faced with an empty corpse whose soul had been destroyed, he couldn't hold himself back and directly moved to seize the body and devour it.

What on earth was there about this corpse that deserved her being so embarrassed?

Naturally, Fang Geyu would not let her succeed easily, and his blood-covered palm grazed the blade of the sword.

Blood covered the sword body. When the long sword shook, the bright red blood beads suddenly turned into a straight thin line and shot towards the illusory will.

Since Fang Geyu was able to suppress her even half of her aura in the past sixteen years, now he can easily suppress her back into the sword.

The will let out an unwilling roar, set off gusts of wind, and shook the entire blood pool. The corpse lying on the altar was also lifted into the sky by a huge wave.

The evil god intended to retaliate against Fang Geyu, and at the moment when the sword was withdrawn, he deliberately pushed the unreachable corpse towards Fang Geyu.

Fang Geyu was knocked hard by the cold bone body, and blood spurted out from his mouth, splattering on the white bone cheeks of the corpse, revealing a bit of a strange demon.

The cold bones were soaked in blood, as if they had regained their warmth, and the bones under the tentacles gradually became hot and burning.

The steaming black air slowly seeped out from the white bones. It was the blood-eating turbid breath, just like the ominous demonic intention emerging from the mysterious world of demons. The lifeless corpse seemed to have instantly become a most dangerous thing.

The black gas turned into wisps of smoke and penetrated into Fang Geyu's eyes, ears, mouth and nose. Countless spider web-like demonic marks immediately spread on the bones soaked in blood, which looked very evil.

Fang Geyu felt a bang in his head, and his internal organs could not stop churning with a cold feeling of nausea.

Consciousness is interrupted like a deep sleep, like being instantly plunged into the corridor of memory, or like a revolving door at death.

The memory that does not belong to her is like an awl, forcibly cutting open her head and admitting attention that cannot be refused.

There is still no time to react to the pain...

sad.

despair.

Lonely.

pain.

Mourn.

shame.

All kinds of complicated emotions flooded my mind, and scenes and scenes floated by like the scales of a big fish in the deep sea.

Fang Geyu's body's subconscious struggle to resist the ferocious aura gradually gave up.

There was a chaotic and noisy sound in my ears, like the chaotic sounds of traffic in the city exploding in my ears, and the sounds of the war and turmoil lingered in my ears.

Her eyesight went dark, as if she was sinking into the deep sea.

She suddenly saw a ray of moonlight from Tsinghua University like a dream.

China is a vast land, a land of beautiful mountains and rivers, with ancient peaks towering like swords, reaching straight into the clouds.

Wisps of white clouds surround the top of the mountain, illuminated by the moonlight like floating smoke.

It was a cold night with snow all over the sky.

It is the sad and beautiful time when frost withers leaves and trees, and everything is dormant for the winter.

On the distant top, Fang Geyu seemed to hear sporadic joking laughter.

Several young men carrying long swords laughed extremely proudly, and one of them was throwing a bloody object in his hand.

"Qianchi Mountain is indeed worthy of being a holy land of immortals as famous as Penglai. Legend has it that there are snakes in Qianchi, which are born in response to the snow. They are the destiny of Nuwa. After thousands of years of practice, they have grown horns and have the talent to transform into dragons.

"

Fang Geyu happened to see that the thing the young man was throwing in his hand was a bloody dragon horn.

The long lamps in the mountains are lit up, and the vision is bright and clear.

The place where these young men stood was a sea of ​​swords. Behind them stood an ancient black gold stele, with three huge characters "Sin Sword Pool" written on it.

Sin Sword Pond...

Fang Geyu's heart was moved.

It turns out that this is the place where the demons of the Tianxi Sword Sect committed crimes.

The sea of ​​swords stretches as far as the eye can see. Many spiritual swords with awe-inspiring sword intent are like a demon-suppressing tower. They will penetrate a demon and nail it into the sword stone, and they will never be reincarnated!

Another young man smiled and suddenly a trace of worry appeared on his face: "Although this white snake has not completely transformed into a dragon and is still a demon, it is not malignant after all, and it has been enlightened by the ancient gods. Let's just

In this way, it will be judged together with the evil demon, and if the sect leader knows about it..."

"Haha... there are many monsters. Monsters are monsters, and devils are devils. Have you ever seen the sect master be so merciful to a monster? What's more, this little snake was stupid and accidentally ate a little devil that I deliberately released.

, he was infected with demonic intent at the critical moment of his transformation, so his demonic nature flourished and hurt the disciples of our sect, so I had no choice but to take action to save him from his sins?"

Those young men were clearly unscathed, but they were full of confusing words. He laughed and used the dragon horn to draw a bright red wound on the back of his hand, and screamed in a strange voice: "The evil monster hurt me! It hurts so much."

ah!"

When the remaining people saw this, they all smiled knowingly, and stretched out their hands in laughter, deliberately hurting them under the dragon's horns.

The young man laughed loudly and looked at the dragon horn in his hand carefully, his eyes were enthusiastic and yearning: "This dragon horn is a rare and precious material. If we use it to practice swordsmanship, we can become the new Thirteen Swords of the Celestial Seal in a few days."

The long lamp embroidered with sword patterns was bright, reflecting their gazes into a somewhat crazy and terrifying look.

Under a blue and cold spiritual sword, there was a white snake nailed through it.

The hornless little snake curled up into a ball, numb and stiff from the harsh cold air in the sword.

These teenagers often appear in the Sin Sword Pond. They enjoy torturing and exploiting the demons in the Sin Sword Pond. Every day, they tear off a scale from the white snake with their bare hands and wear it as a trophy.

Although the appearance was very different, Fang Geyu looked at the helpless little snake under the sword, and for some reason, he was very sure that it was the big disaster snake that made everyone fearful.

So naturally this snake demon will not die here.

The fact is just as Fang Geyu thought, on a cold night with no daylight, a blue luan flew from the far east.

It is recorded in "Ancient Classics" that Qingluan is the mountain-protecting spirit on Qianchi Mountain. For some unknown reason, it became extinct two hundred years ago, and there is no trace of Qingluan in the world anymore.

It is the Qingluan's responsibility to protect Qianchi. An immortal once said that if the Qingluan bird can live in the mountain and guard it for thousands of years, and nine white feathers grow between its wings, it can turn into a fairy.

Fang Ge saw with his eyes that the blue luan bird had eight white feathers growing out of its wings. It would take another hundred years for it to become an immortal.

But she knows that this Qingluan is destined not to become an immortal... If you like Long Night Walk, please bookmark it: (www.sodu777.net) Long Night Walk Search Novel Network has the fastest update speed on the entire Internet.


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