It's cold in late autumn, the moon is overcast at midnight, and Balian and Shu Ci are no longer seen in the vast snowy night world.
The deep sea under the ice does not contain any breath, but it can completely isolate the consciousness of countless demons.
The cracked ice was sinking and floating in the brilliance of the array of fire, the stars and the moon were hidden behind the clouds, the sky was so low that it seemed to be about to connect with the sea, and the sound of thunder could be heard faintly in the sky and sea.
Under the bead curtain of the crown, the face of the female devil is half-light and half-dark, like a demon, which makes people feel chilly.
Burying Heart Mo Qing was silent for a long time, his black pupils were like a whirlpool, hiding the turbulent emotions in his heart.
Ning Feiyan's gaze became deeper and thicker as she looked at Qingye's world.
For a moment, the Jungui Banquet fell into a tacit silence, and the atmosphere suddenly became depressing.
Milu was dumbfounded for a long time, and couldn't help but whisper to the abandoned person beside him: "Shu Ci can't possibly lose, can she?"
The abandoned man rested his arms on the ground and gasped softly. The chaotic aura in his body was almost boiling, but he finally calmed down.
While enduring great pain, his voice was flat and no emotion could be heard: "Your Highness is joking."
Milu also felt that he had told a big joke. He licked his dry lips, hoping that the battle would end soon.
Shu Ci sank deeper and deeper into the icy abyss, and the battlefield changed three times.
The watery moonlight was swallowed up by the pitch-black sea water, as if you were in a lightless and gloomy dark world. The awe-inspiring chill spread endlessly and seeped into your bones and blood.
The chill comes from the sea water of the sinking abyss, and also from the spirit-destroying formation painted with blood.
There seemed to be countless invisible ropes in the sea that were invisible to the naked eye and invisible to the spiritual sense, tightly binding Shu Ci's body. Several bright red blood marks were drawn on the slender and pale calves exposed outside the skirt.
The blood spread in the sea water, and the floating dress was tightly bound by the rope, tightly outlining the girl's thin and delicate body.
Shu Ci frowned slightly, and a faint angry look finally appeared in his empty and cold eyes.
She still underestimated this young man's abilities.
In the endless darkness, a flash of blood-red color flickered like a flicker of light in the dense, dark sea water.
That was the brilliance emanating from the Devil May Cry Pearl. The faint luster drew an extremely long and thin bright red line in the heavy sea water world.
The final target of the thread is her eyebrows.
The chill in Shu Ci's eyes deepened. Her whole body was locked by the spirit-killing formation, unable to defend or dodge. So she really withstood this powerful blow. Her delicate body was like a lifeless doll, and the surface of her skin was
Countless bright red and cracked bloody mouths opened up.
After hitting the target, Balian found that the flute between her eyebrows seemed to be sinking into a dark and endless swamp of death. It was deeply absorbed and it was difficult to move it back.
Through the darkness, he saw the girl's poisonous, beautiful and dangerous face exuding a misty silver glow, and purple-black spiritual power gushing out all over her body. Although the spirit-killing array trapped her body, it was unable to control the huge energy in her body.
The power of nature.
A black vortex surrounded by purple electricity appeared between her eyebrows. The Devil's Weeping Bead embedded in the tail of the flute was instantly swallowed by the black vortex. The red light disappeared, and Piccolo was still submerged in the vortex inch by inch.
Bailian's eyes widened, and his palms seemed to be one with the flute, unable to let go.
Shu Ci's face was extremely pale. In the dark world of sea water, there was a fragility and elegance that was shocking at first glance.
The flower at the end of the flute in my hand turns from white to black, the darker the color, even the deep sea water cannot suppress the color of this flute flower.
That poppy flower seemed to be the existence of a bottomless abyss that was colder than the sea water, constantly sucking out the breath from Balian's body.
The piccolo was not long and soon fell into the whirlpool and disappeared.
The huge force of attraction made it impossible for Bailian to evacuate, and his body fell heavily on Shu Ci's body like a mountain sinking.
A cold and chilling aura came out of Shu Ci's body, slowly covering his whole body, wrapping him thickly like a cocoon, almost freezing every inch of his bones and blood.
The chilling aura was so powerful and unfathomable that it squeezed and pushed away all the cold seawater and invisible ropes around him. The force squeezed into a huge spherical barrier in the water.
The two people leaning on each other are suspended in this sphere.
The two people's qi are tightly intertwined with each other, and at first glance they appear to be intimate and indifferent to each other.
Shu Ci slowly raised his head, looking at Bailian who was very close at hand with his cold and empty silver eyes. Without giving him a chance to leave, he raised his hand and pinched Bailian's chin, forcing him to press his forehead against his.
Forehead.
The vortex wrapped in lightning disappeared where the two people's foreheads touched, and Bai Lian's eyes suddenly fell into Shu Ci's strange and dark silver eyes.
So far, in this battle, whether it is cultivation, fighting power, physical strength, or recovery power, Shu Ci, as the leader of the demon world, seems to have entered an extremely terrifying sacred realm in all aspects, a level that ordinary people cannot match.
In this regard, Balian could only seek victory in a desperate situation, and used his blood essence to join the battle, trying to seal her in the long sea with the help of the power of the demon river.
He firmly believes that in this world, all things and all laws are mutually reinforcing and interfering with each other, and there is nothing that is irresistible.
But the fact is that Shu Ci can indeed live up to her reputation as a monster.
How could she, who was proficient in the ways of magic, war, and body refining, possess such an unreasonable mental power?
The most fundamental thing for those who draw the talisman is to put their spiritual power into the talisman to form the formation.
Balian spent half of his body's essence and blood, and with the help of Liuhe's energy, he drew the spirit-destroying formation at the cost of serious injuries, but it was difficult to defeat her at will.
Both sides have stopped fighting, but what follows is a battle without smoke, or a unilateral mental massacre, which is more dangerous than real swords and guns.
Balian's body was almost numb, and the blood and dark power in the corpse bead shrank like dust. He felt that his mental power and soul were being silently eaten into his body by her.
This is a process more terrifying than death.
It was a kind of intense pain and despair that overcame the physical body, and it was an inescapable bloody killing.
Silver-gray pupils stared emotionlessly at Bailian's close eyes, and Shu Ci's voice sounded coldly like the cold wind of death: "It's unexpected?"
Balian no longer had the energy to answer her question, so he could only twitch his lips with difficulty.
Shu Ci was clearly lying under him, but his eyes were looking at him condescendingly, as if he was looking at a living person.
"We were born with the heaven and the earth, we have seen the sun and the moon shine together, the sky and the sea poured into the sky, and we have endured ten thousand years of loneliness. Our life is unimaginably long for ordinary people. In such a long and boring time, we have enough
study-time."
There are three thousand avenues in the world, and if one chooses one to reach the top, it will take a lifetime of dedicated study and practice.
But Shu Ci is different. Immortals will emerge, stars will fall, the sea will dry up, and the snow-capped mountains will melt. She is always accompanied by death, but she will never die.
There are three thousand avenues, and she can walk up and down each of them.
Because her life is really tough.
The fingers that pinched Balian's chin slid down his chin, the fingertips penetrated the hair behind him, and they tightened it. The palms of their hands pressed against his back, which looked like mottled scars, and pressed tightly against it.
Shu Ci's face showed no shyness at all, and she pressed her body closely against his, like lovers who have been in love for thousands of years, wishing that he could be kneaded into her bones.
Balian's body was trembling slightly, as if he was enduring extreme physical pain. He couldn't help but frown, and he felt as if his whole body was drowned in ice and was cold to the bone.
"It's really amazing that you can force me to this point. You are the last river in the demon world. You are very smart and thoughtful. You know the conditions for using the green tree's body as a demon, and control this area with the power of the Blood Feather River.
Heaven suppresses me."
Blood Feather River's ability is to use blood to control demons and use feathers as commands.
She believed that this young man sensed the aura of the green tree at regular intervals, and then he dared to enter the realm to fight her.
The fair environment actually created extremely favorable conditions for Bailian from the beginning.
But Shuci still can't understand it.
The Lords of the Blood Feather River for generations have indeed been able to control monsters without any disadvantage, but this Blue Tree Demon is by no means an ordinary monster.
She is the female incarnation of a green vine on Kunlun Mountain. She travels around the world and was spotted by the old devil a hundred thousand years ago. She took her as his concubine and took her back to the devil's world.
Although the Ivy Banshee has not yet become a demon, she has cultivated serious magic skills. She is also the swordswoman who serves as the emperor's empress.
Years passed in the audience.
In anger, the old devil did not even spare her corpse. He took the filthy soil from Abi Hell and suppressed her bones and soul. Her soul will never be reincarnated.
For hundreds of thousands of years, she was eroded by evil spirits, and finally broke through the earth-born demon world to form this small world of three thousand heavens, but she was imprisoned in this filthy earth forever and ever.
The old devil is cruel by nature, and he will destroy everything he can't get with his own hands.
So he set up the custom of the King's Return Banquet. Every hundred years, he would hold a King's Return Banquet and the River Washing Ceremony under the stage of time.
He just wanted to let this ungrateful vine demon use his body to witness the growing prosperity of his demon world.
The owners of the Blood Feather River in the past have tried to use feather orders to force the demon of the green tree to surrender. However, once the blood feather river, which has conquered all the monsters in the demon world, tries to conquer the green tree, it will be strongly resisted and hated by her.
Today, Bailian was able to break the rules and let Qingshu be used by him, becoming a murderous disaster in his hands, which really surprised Shuci.
Shu Ci's eyes reflected the blood-red color floating on the sea in the distance, and she smiled sarcastically.
"The Spirit-Destroying Array is just a cover for you. Your real killing move is this sea. This sea is invisible to the outside world. Every drop of sea water here is transformed by the demonic power of the green tree.
You want to use the power of this sea to suppress me here, which is indeed a good idea. I am very curious, when did you find out that I am a demon?"
The fact that she was able to easily kill the Pied Bird was not because she was so powerful that she was unreasonable, but fundamentally speaking, the Pied Bird was not her nemesis.
Her real nemesis is Liuhe Xueyu, who ranks last among the Demon Rivers in the eyes of the world.
She used her demon body to become a demon soldier, but the demon soldier was not her origin. In a sense, the demon soldier was more like a layer of perfect armor to protect her.
Under the perfect armor is an immortal and boundless demon body.
In this world, no one can penetrate the armor called the Demon Soldier and see the true nature of its body.
Naturally, no one can imagine that Liuhe, whose ranking has remained unchanged throughout the ages, is actually the only existence in the world that can restrain Shu Ci.
Shu Ci's aura entangled him in thousands of ways, and the spherical halo of light enveloped the two of them as they continued to sink toward the depths of the sea.
She was as domineering and willful as ever, asking questions in her heart, but once again not giving him the right to answer.
The palms that were supporting her shoulders gradually slipped away, and Balian's eyes gradually lost their sparkle and became lifeless in the cold and indifferent voice.
He was like a mosquito caught in a spider's web, bound and wrapped by Shu Ci's huge consciousness. Under her spirit, Balian's muscles slowly decayed, and his nails turned blue-white.
Consciousness becomes extremely heavy.
He knew that he was going to die here...
In the deep sea, the girl's eyes were cold and bright, and she stared quietly at the depths of Balian's eyes. The last glimmer of expression was as silent as an ember, like a pool of stagnant water, with no more fluctuations in the soul.
It was at this moment that Shu Ci sensed the existence of the Realm Gate in this world.
Just deep under the sea.
Sinking into the sea is like a whale falling, it is a process from birth to death.
Shu Ci did not disrupt this process. She was like a still dust settling, savoring the young man's death process carefully.
Because the taste of this young man's soul is really rare in this world. As a dinner, it is indeed so delicious that people don't want to swallow it whole.
The moment Balian's consciousness disappeared, he fell into a wonderful dream.
The mountain stream is calm, the breeze is blowing, the thousands of mountains and rivers are looming in the sea of clouds like light ink, the sky and the earth are whitened by the pure rain, and the clouds on the horizon are thick, blocking the stars and the moon.
On the bank of a bluestone stood a young man wearing a black and red sword suit, holding a scabbard carved from red bird blood wood in his hand.
The young man was very good-looking, with far-reaching eyebrows that were full of romance, fresh and clean. The brows painted with pen and ink were clear and moist, as if they were dyed with Zen. His gentle and gentle eyes stared at him from a distance, as if he could see into his heart at a glance.
This glance made Parian feel like he was looking at the person from his previous life for many years.
Balian recognized the face in front of him, but it felt like he was seeing it for the first time.
Because the person in front of him was like a crown of pines and bamboo reflecting the moon, and his temperament was far different from the person in his impression.
He stared at each other, and the moment he spoke, his heart felt inexplicably uneasy: "Who are you?"
The man smiled in the moonlight circle, but his gentle smile was not warm at all. It only made people feel inexplicably sad: "It's just a lingering thought. I am dead and my last name has long been forgotten."
Baili An looked at him calmly, and suddenly remembered where the familiar aura on his body came from, and couldn't help but said in shock: "Are you the ray of obsession in the immortal's tears?!" If you like Long Night Walk, please collect it: (www.sodu777.net) The Long Night Journey Search Novel Network has the fastest update speed on the entire Internet.