Because of her excellence, she was the only one among the sixteen blood descendants of the Demon King Clan who survived the battle between the gods and the Burning Sea.
In these thousands of years, the generals have never created a new blood clan.
Until Balian was born from the coffin and awakened.
The general looked at the youngest child he had created with his own hands. There was no trace of fatherly love in his indifferent eyes, and his blood-colored pupils shone with light: "It's a pity that you are not even remotely similar to Li'er."
Bai Lian could see that the general's attitude toward him was not as satisfactory as Si Li's.
But Balian had no intention of comparing himself to others. He looked down at the mist spreading under his feet and said, "Sister Si Li and I are different people."
After hearing this, the general was silent for a long time, and suddenly spoke again: "The way you are behaving now is very much like my first child."
The general's tone did not change at all, but Balian could feel a chill creeping up his back.
The original corpse demon royal family, including him, actually had a total of eighteen people.
Just because one person rebelled and surrendered to the Immortal Realm, he played an important role in fueling the flames of the Battle of the Burning Sea. As a result, all seventeen corpse demon royal clan members were captured. Even Sili suffered the punishment of the Golden Crow Divine Glory Initiation.
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After this battle, the corpse demon traitor was removed from the seventeen royal families, deprived of his surname, exiled forever, and was not allowed to return to the Dark Continent.
Balian muttered: "Are you talking about Si Kong?"
The general raised his left hand, and a black ancient book appeared in the palm of his hand. On the cover, there were two black wings engraved on it, with a blood-colored gem embedded in the middle, which looked like a bright red one-eye.
The ancient book automatically flips through chapters, with a total of seventeen pages.
Balian could see it clearly. The first fifteen pages of paper were all written with the surname Si, but the given name was unfamiliar, and the writing was all in ink. When he turned to the sixteenth page, Si Li's name appeared, and the two characters were black and gold.
Shining, spirituality is immortal.
As for the seventeenth page, there is no name or surname, it is all blank and there is no pen or ink.
The last page of paper stood upright in his palm. The general looked at the blank page and his voice became extremely cold: "This page of the roster should have been written to correct your name a year ago and be included in the king's register.
But now, seeing you like this, I have changed my mind."
The chill crawling on Bailian's back became deeper. Before the seventeen pages, there was clearly another page, but it was torn out.
Of course Balian knew what this meant: "It seems that I have disappointed you."
The general said: "There is no need to be disappointed. For me, the creation of heirs is just a whim. Even though Si Li is very good, I have never felt proud or happy about it."
Because for the generals of the Corpse King, it is a matter of course that the descendants of the royal family are outstanding.
Just like an eagle can fly, a dragon can swim in the abyss, and a whale can swim in the sea, everything is natural.
He gave her extraordinary power beyond the world. Being strong and outstanding is the only way for her to pass.
As for those who died halfway, the generals would not waste their energy to pay more attention to them.
But if someone breaks the order and rules he has set and violates taboos, he will never allow it.
The cause of the Burning Sea War was Sikong's persistence in remembering the events of his past life.
As a corpse demon, there is no way back for the dead, and the past cannot be remembered.
This is an iron-clad order set by his generals and cannot be violated by anyone.
Sikong was so outspoken that he was expelled.
But now, the general is here precisely because he discovered that Bai Lian has the same obsession as him. He was reborn into the world just to retrace his old fate and find his life.
The generals may not care about his mediocrity, but they will never allow another Sikong to appear in the corpse demon clan!
He lowered his eyes slightly, closed his palms, and the black ancient book disappeared, and said indifferently: "Since you have met Si Li, you have learned the rules I have set from her mouth, and you plan to continue to search for your own afterlife.
Memories?"
Sikong clung to the memories of his life, and the price he paid was to be exiled to the Valley of Chaos, to be with the City of Night for tens of thousands of years, to be abandoned by the Six Realms, and to be forgotten by the common people.
Now if Bailian nodded and admitted yes, I'm afraid the punishment would be even more severe.
The brilliance of the stars filtered through the flowing clouds, reflecting Bailian's paper-pale face. His eyelashes closed silently, and he said: "I am not a plant, so how can I be ruthless? It is a great kindness, sir, that you allow me to be reborn to see the world."
, but I don’t want this place to continue to be deserted and desolate.”
He put his hand on his heart, his eyes calm and firm.
But the general sneered: "Since you can't let go of the past, it's just the incomplete memories of your life that illuminate the long road for you like road signs. You have been with the darkness for two hundred years. How can you be willing to give up a little light after finally grabbing a little light?"
The last fire?"
He jumped off the Star Bridge, his silver hair was cold and dazzling. The general looked at Balian expressionlessly: "But you are not a human being. That fire cannot warm the cold corpse, let alone soothe the heart of the deceased. Your heart
There is no other way but to continue to be desolate and neglected. The only thing that can continue to beat is your hungry corpse beads when you are thirsty for blood.
Maybe you think that your parents come from a family that cultivates immortals, and even if two hundred years have passed, they may still be alive. But do you think they will still happily accept you as a corpse demon who lives by eating blood?"
The words the general narrated calmly were like a sharp blade stained with cold-blooded rust stabbing into the chest coldly, penetrating into the heart. The blood on Balian's pursed lips disappeared little by little.
It's not that Balian doesn't know these truths, it's just that no one has ever exposed them so openly in front of him.
Reality is always bloody.
Although the general had seventeen descendants, he was never a loving father. He said calmly and indifferently: "I have never paved the way for the corpses to let you continue the fate of your past life and end up hating me in this life. Because I
I know better than anyone else that in this human world, no one has been waiting for you for a hundred years."
Balian wanted to open his mouth to refute, but found that any words were pale and powerless in front of this man.
Because what he said, although cruel, was true.
The general's eyes fell on the green jade between his thumbs, and he said calmly: "I didn't want to take action today, but you are so naive and stupid that it is really unbearable."
Balian knew what he was referring to and said: "I don't deny that I am weak and far less powerful than you, sir."
The general said: "If you had killed those greedy humans from the beginning, how could the Dark Dragon have eaten the demonic energy and awakened?"
Balian doesn't agree with this: "This way of killing is unreasonable."
It has nothing to do with human nature, but if we just infer that this group of humans may do evil in the future and become demons, and kill them all without hesitation to avoid future troubles, then what is the difference between him and these demons?
"That's because you haven't experienced the real moment of choice." Regarding Bailian's retort, the general was not angry, as if he was looking at an innocent child: "If this dark dragon eats up all the energy in the demon world,
The day you grow up to the point where even I can't suppress you, and when everything around you will be swallowed up by it, you will regret that your butcher knife fell too late."
Balian: "..."
"Since you were reborn into the world, you may feel that you have experienced countless obstacles and hardships, and narrowly escaped death. But in my eyes, everything you have experienced has been too smooth, so that now you have forgotten everything and have no idea how high the sky is!"
Balian suddenly raised his head and looked at him.
The general sneered: "What? Not convinced?"
"Please give me some advice, Sir General."
The general opened his palms, and the Suzaku Qin appeared out of thin air, and said calmly: "You have countless burial objects and were born extraordinary. Even your incomplete memory, even a fragment of it, is an extremely rare opportunity for ordinary mortals. During your lifetime,
You are sitting on a 'treasure' inheritance that is unimaginable by thousands of monks. Although your temperament seems calm and gentle, there is a pride hidden in your bones that refuses to bow.
From the day you came out of the coffin, you have had endless opportunities and breakthroughs. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a miracle, but every time you face a dangerous situation, you have never relied on your own strength."
"The heroic white tiger, the yin jade flute, the ghost weeping bead, Tiance Junshan, and the full moon wine gourd, none of them are rare and secret treasures. You alone are responsible for many treasures, but you are still controlled by others, and you can't decide whether to take them or not.
Now facing the Dark Dragon, what you are thinking about is still borrowing the power of the Suzaku Spirit to resist the powerful enemy."
"It's perfect to rely on strength, but your dependence on the power of external objects is so deep that now you have almost forgotten what the power you hold in your own hands is."
The cold and majestic voice was like a thunder. Balian was stunned on the spot, his consciousness was shaken.
The general's words went straight to the point and showed no mercy: "Perhaps you think that what you have now is very powerful and reliable, and can protect you from danger and avoid disasters. But if this is really the case, why did you do it at the age of sixteen?
Died young?"
Balian's body shook violently, his face became extremely pale, and his mind was wandering.
The general's eyes were cold and ruthless: "Only when you are strong can you be truly powerful. Just relying on these foreign objects, your weak and weak hands will probably lose the strength to hold them in the end."
Although his words made Parian feel a strong sense of suffocation, he also understood the true purpose of the general's coming here.
He is educating his children in his own way.
Balian looked at the silver-haired man under the Star Bridge, then took a half step back, frowned and lowered his head, his attitude became extremely respectful, and said seriously: "I have learned a lesson."
The general said lightly: "In that case, let's go back."
His voice suddenly became extremely distant and ethereal, the long clouds, flowing wind, and the sea of stars were all quickly disappearing in front of Balian's eyes at this moment.
Balian's vision returned to darkness again, and the poisonous intent of Peacock Feather was still occupying his eyes. When he suddenly came back to his senses, he found that he was sitting among the ores, with the Suzaku Qin lying flat on his lap, lying quietly on the piano table.
A jade-white cold bead, with a dragon-shaped mist lingering in the center of the bead, like soaring clouds and breaking through the sky, but the bead cannot be broken open.
The white children around the underground palace have not changed at all. The only thing that has changed is that the huge body of the dark dragon in the fiery magma has long been transformed into a body of white bones stretching into the sea of fire.
The huge skeletal body was devouring the fire, and the fire was also devouring the dragon bones.
The two were wrapped around each other, just like the evil ghost and the underworld fire that were pulling into each other. At this moment, the dead underground palace seemed to come to life, as if it had been given some kind of divine will, combining the bones of the underworld dragon with the underworld.
The evil spirits in the fire were swallowed together into the abyss of the earth.
At the other end of the distance, the surviving monks on the Yiye Qingzhou saw the fire gradually receding, and they couldn't help but cheer loudly as they escaped from death.
Qing Zhou, the middle-aged man who led the incense burning monk, raised his arms to blow out the incense in his hand. The white tobacco disappeared like a snake gray line on his fingertips. He stared at the incense on his fingertips with deep eyes: "The first time and the last time.
once."
His tone calmed down for a moment, then he threw away the reverb and sighed as if to persuade himself: "It's all right...repay the favor."
Bailian, who was deep in the underground palace, held the piano and bowed deeply in a certain direction to the south, saying nothing for a long time.
Until Su Jing, Yin Baishuang and others hurried over, Ye Shu's expression was full of confusion and shock. As he ran with his sword all the way, his breath was chaotic: "Fang... what happened just now! Brother Si Chen
!Did you defeat the Dark Dragon? How could its body suddenly decay and wither? Did you summon the real Suzaku Spirit? But why didn’t I see the spectacular scene of the fight between the Dark Dragon and the Suzaku?!!!
"
During the questioning, Yin Baishuang's eyes were fixed on the Suzaku Qin in Bai Lian's hand. If you look carefully, you can see her slightly trembling shoulders, and her voice was almost suppressed and calm: "It's really the Suzaku Spirit.
?”
Bailian said: "No."
"No? How could it not be?!" Yin Baishuang took a step forward, suddenly stretched out a hand, and grabbed Bailian's wrist tightly.
Bailian said: "There is someone else who can deal with the Dark Dragon. I haven't had time to summon the weapon spirit yet."
Compared to Yin Baishuang and Ye Shu, Su Jing seemed much calmer. She looked around and found that there were no traces of anyone moving around. She couldn't help but frowned tightly, with a solemn look on her face.
Balian did not tell anyone the truth about the general's arrival in the underground palace.
After all, that gentleman's identity was so special that even the Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan's order to kill the corpse demon was due to him alone.
Now that the wave has subsided, Balian doesn't want to continue to add fuel to this chaos. If everyone knows that this fuel is called a general, this chaotic fire will probably continue to burn forever.
The wind at the high platform was getting stronger and stronger, making the empty King's City of Hades look increasingly lonely, spacious, silent and cold.
The dark clouds overhead gradually dispersed, and the skylight broke through the clouds, shining on the majestic turrets of the royal city, casting an empty shadow.
The female demon king raised her head and looked at the sky, suspicion growing in her eyes.
He lowered his head again and looked at the black energy gushing out from under the altar. Then with a shrill and unparalleled dragon roar, the black energy deep in the cave under the altar suddenly dissipated, and clarity returned.
Surprise slowly appeared on her face, as if she couldn't understand it. She stared at the altar in a daze, and it was hard to come back to her senses for a long time. If you like Long Night Walk, please bookmark it: (www.sodu777.net) Long Night Walk search and reading
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