Zang Xin's chest jumped hard, and when he looked around, he saw that a very thin golden sacrificial pattern began to spread out from the heart of the love-cutting sword in the hand of that serious and crazy woman. It seemed that there was a volcano burning in the depths of the sea. I don't know when it will be possible.
Embezzlement arises.
He couldn't understand why this woman who suddenly appeared suddenly went crazy.
If she really slays demons, as the strongest Su Jing among the children of heaven, she has unlimited future and possibilities.
As long as she accumulates a certain amount of time, she will be able to completely control the Nine Taixuan Classics after overcoming the tribulation. By then, she will even have the ability to fight Yihe Shuci.
Why would she go crazy and scare people recklessly at a time like this?
Zhan Xin couldn't understand it, but he also knew that if the sword sacrificial curse was completed, although his life would not be in danger, the weak young master would definitely be killed by the soldiers.
He gritted his teeth, not daring to delay any longer. He crushed thousands of sword lights under his feet and fled thousands of miles into the sky.
The Bronze Emperor Sutra slowly dissipated, and the burning passion due to the unfinished spell also fell into its sheath, slowly becoming cold and silent.
Su Jing suddenly lowered her head and frowned, vomiting a small mouthful of blood with faint pain on her face. She wiped the blood from her lips expressionlessly, her cuffs slightly red.
Then he looked towards the horizon as if in a trance, his gaze gradually getting deeper and deeper.
She didn't know what she was thinking about writing. From the outside, her body didn't change at all, but in fact, the Shenzang Ling Mansion was already riddled with holes and was difficult to repair.
In desperation, comprehending the Thousand-Word Holy Text could not bring any help to her ailing body at the moment. In fact, it even brought an extremely serious load to her spiritual platform due to excessive consumption of mental energy.
If this goes on for a long time, you will be exhausted and unable to cultivate, and the consequences will be disastrous.
But she didn't think too much about the disastrous consequences.
Su Jing bent over and reached out to grab the young man's belt and lift him up.
Wow...
An unpredictable scene happened.
A cold, pale, very beautiful but extremely evil-looking hand... broke out of the sea without any warning.
That hand strangled Su Jing's wrist forcefully.
The sea water made a wet mark between her sleeves.
Su Jing's eyes deepened, and a cold sword intent burst out from his fingertips, penetrating into the sea.
But it was like a mud cow entering the sea, with no reaction.
Under the gaze of her cold gaze, a seductive white color slowly emerged through the sea water, like jade rising and rising, or like snow piled up from the sea.
Slightly curly and attractive long hair emerged from the water, and the wet black hair was as beautiful as seaweed scattered in the dazzling white skin of Ruoxue. The picture was eye-catching.
Her hair lightly wrapped around her hips, like black feathers on porcelain white, the slender and tall woman walked out of the sea and stood at the same height as Su Jing.
There was not even an inch of hair on her body, and her proud figure was perfectly presented between the sky and the sea. On her pale skin, there was a circle of light red scars on her neck that seemed to have been healed by sacrifice.
The colors between heaven and earth suddenly darkened a bit because of her appearance.
The female devil stared at Su Jing with her eyes full of smiles, her two dark eyes were like poison hidden with gems, shining with a fatal luster: "Hey, hello, the young master of Taixuan Sect.
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In the deep sea, lightning flashed dullly from the sky, as if offering a salute for the rebirth of the ancient king.
The whole sea was filled with the smell of death.
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When Balian woke up, he had been washed up on the coast by the sea.
It was still a dark night with stars shining high in the sky.
When he opened his eyes and subconsciously spit out a large ball of cold sea water in his mouth, his blank and stiff brain began to react at a slow speed.
Balian was about to be broken, his heart seemed to be filled with ice slag, and it was so cold that it hurt unbearably. An unprecedented shiver made his upper and lower teeth begin to chatter.
Death, is it such a terrible thing?
His limbs were as heavy as lead. He didn't know what to do next, and he didn't bother to think about the world outside the bronze door.
There is no good person at night, and the lonely shadow is broken under the moon.
Only he was left alone in the vast river of stars.
Balian turned over with difficulty, sat up slowly, and slowly curled up his hollow body into a ball.
Suddenly, a woman's voice came from the waves: "Little thing, are you crying?"
Balian didn't raise his head or make any movement.
The world was silent for a moment.
Then there was a rustling sound.
It was the sound of soft jade feet stepping on wet sea sand.
Balian's shoulders suddenly sank slightly, and a cold and small foot stepped on his shoulder. The slightly damp white sand touched his clothes, adding a bit of threatening ambiguity under the dark night.
Her chuckle came from above her head: "Speaking of which, I have come back to life because of you. Little one, what are your unfulfilled wishes? I know how to repay your kindness."
Balian finally moved. He raised his hand to hold the female devil's delicate ankle, and pushed the foot that was stepping on his shoulder away with his fingers.
An empty and indifferent face slowly raised his face. He did not dodge his eyes towards the night witch who was not wearing any clothes. He stared at her with his dark eyes and said only one word: "Get out."
The female devil's long eyes narrowed deeply, and her gaze looked a little dangerous.
But the next moment, she laughed harmlessly. She squatted down with her chin in her hands happily, looked at him with a half-smile, and said: "You don't really think that the host of the True Ancestor Evil God has
Is it so easy to perish?"
"What do you mean?" Balian, who looked like a dead man, finally spoke.
The female devil did not immediately answer his words, but stared at Balian's eyes for a long time. Her charming and unparalleled eyes gradually became very cold, but she still smiled on her face: "Look.
If you don't come out, you, who became a demon and cut off your human nature, actually fell in love with a human being?"
There is something subtle... She bites the word "like" very lightly, as if she is not willing to combine "like" with human beings.
Balian raised his eyes, his empty eyes suddenly seemed a little confused. He put his right hand on his heart where the pain never disappeared: "Like it?"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! After rolling these two words in his heart several times, he let out a sigh, slowly put down his right hand, and said: "It turns out, this is love
?"
The cold eyes of the female devil slowly became silent, and her lips still maintained the curve of a smile. She narrowed her eyes and said: "Perhaps this does not necessarily mean liking. No matter whether it is a person or a demon, it is always inevitable to treat those who have not done it to you."
When you yearn for something you possess, and in the end it is destroyed in front of your eyes, heartache is always inevitable. Let me tell you, if you really got it, you wouldn't value it so much, would you?"
Balian couldn't understand why the mighty Demon Lord could naively and ridiculously come to such self-conclusions as "if" and "that's it".
Although the words of the female demon king just now hinted that Fang Geyu might still be saved, he did not intend to place his hope on her.
A female devil who has a great cause and is naturally ruthless. Every word and every sentence she speaks is connected with each other.
It's like the piece of meat you see the moment before your prey falls into a trap.
Balian didn't intend to be fooled.
He patted the wet sand off his shoulders, bowed to the Demon Lord, and said expressionlessly: "Congratulations to Your Majesty the Demon Lord for achieving your wish, breaking the curse, and regaining a new life."
The female demon king reached out and patted his head, but ignored his indifference and said with a smile: "Come back to the demon world with me. The human world is not suitable for the survival of zombie demons."
Bailian said: "Since you are a corpse demon, you are destined to die, so how can you live?"
"I can give you great achievements for a long time and reunite you with your old friends."
"Your Majesty's great cause is too important, and I dare not touch it. As for my old friend..." Balian lowered his eyes and said seriously: "If she is here, I will go find her, and there is no need to help others."
He stood up straight, pushed away the soft and cold hand on his head, and did not give her a chance to continue speaking. He said calmly: "Is there anything else, Your Majesty? If not, please just say goodbye."
The female witch frowned.
Balian added: "If something happens, just hold it in, I don't want to talk to you anymore."
After saying that, he turned around without hesitation and saw Su Jing standing behind him at some point.
He was slightly startled, very surprised, then stepped up and said softly: "Miss Su Jing, can I give you a ride?"
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