long night walk

Chapter 96
"Don't be so nervous, Mr. Meng, I'm doing this for your own good."

A chuckle came from under the mask: "Look, if I don't take this undead for you, you will never see her again in your life. As long as Liuhe reunites, the ghostly Changhai source sculpture, and resurrection How difficult is it for a mere Shang Ying to reshape her spiritual roots?"

Mencius was breathing heavily, staring at the blood-red lake in front of him, and said with great difficulty: "In this world... there is no resurrection from the dead, you can't lie to me."

The man in the purple robe heheed, his tall and slender body slowly sank into the lake.

Until the mask was about to be submerged by the bright red lake, his expectant voice resounded throughout the valley:

"Young Master Meng may wish to think clearly, although Liuhe's successor is hard to find, there are thousands of mortals, and I can afford to wait.

The long river of blood in Kongcang Mountain has now fallen into the hands of that little ghost. Should he choose to kill people to seize the treasure and continue his relationship with Shang Ying, or choose to continue to practice immortality alone for thousands of years... This is your own, Mr. Meng. It's over. "

Mencius looked at the lake which gradually cleared up and returned to blue.

He was in a daze for a long time.

With the departure of the purple-robed man, the matter of Kong Cangshan has come to an end for the time being.

The two of Baili'an Linyuan looked at the scattered corpses of monsters all over the mountains and plains with complicated expressions.

The entire land was dyed red, and the weeds all over the mountain were drenched with crimson demon blood, with sticky blood beads falling down.

This area of ​​mountains has a radius of ten miles, but it is impossible to find a piece of pure land.

Only Bai Li'an and Lin Yuan were within five meters of the ground, not a single piece of blood splashed in.

Bai Lian looked at the figure with a complicated expression on the figure who had experienced a deadly battle and was exhausted but still stubbornly knelt in a pool of blood.

His neck was twisted, his knees were kneeling in the blood and mud, and his arms were powerlessly shrugged on the ground.

There was no light or shadow in the bright eyes that once looked like the sun, and the color of the pupils was no longer dark and bright, but had a dead gray color.

The blood-stained robe was still silently slipping fine pieces of meat.

He tilted his head, his dead gray eyes revealed the grief that went deep into the soul.

He opened his mouth wide and let out a hoarse, choked voice of 'Ah... ah...' but was unable to speak.

It's like returning to the time when I was abandoned by my parents and brothers when I was a child, helpless and desperate.

Lin Yuan was almost unable to stand still, and his eyes seemed to be collapsing.

Bai Lian strode forward in front of Lin Guiyuan, and he wasn't afraid that he would suddenly explode and tear him apart like those monsters.

With slightly trembling hands supporting the other's shoulders, his lips parted but he couldn't say a word.

When his eyes turned to the black thread on the broken neck of Lin Guiyuan, he seemed to understand something instantly.

He carefully stretched out his hand to straighten Lin Guiyuan's head, and then slender willow leaves grew out of that long black thread, and within the willow leaves contained an extremely miraculous new energy, which penetrated into Lin Guiyuan's already dead skin.

After the repositioning of the head, Lin Guiyuan was finally able to utter a word: "I...sin...deserves...ten thousand...death!"

Bai Lian looked at Lin Guiyuan's pale, blood-stained face full of helplessness and helplessness, and a sense of apathy surged in his chest.

He gritted his teeth, and said: "It's not that the sin deserves death, but it can't be said that it has nothing to do with you. If you are guilty, you should live well to make amends. The intention of Father Shan to give this thread must be the same."

"Mountain... mountain... mountain..."

Lin Guiyuan kept repeating these two words, his dead gray eyes shrank violently.

Even though all the muscles on his face were dead, through those eyes, Bai Lian could feel his extremely crazy emotions at the moment.

He took out the dull golden crow vine, pulled Lin Guiyuan's messy, blood-stained black hair into a high ponytail, and pinned the golden crow vine between his hair.

The moment the golden crow vine with self-proclaimed spiritual power touched the hair of Lin Guiyuan's body, it seemed to respond, emitting a faint golden light.

It was also the same as the light he saw from the old man when he was surrounded by death and darkness in the mountains.

His dead gray eyes stared blankly at Bai Lian, and two lines of gray tears flowed from his dry eye sockets.

Bai Li'an, who has experienced death once, is not difficult to accept Lin Guiyuan's current appearance of being neither dead nor alive.

There are three thousand ways, as long as the soul, body and consciousness have both, one can always cultivate one's own way.

On the contrary, Lin Yuan, Lin Guiyuan's current appearance obviously hurt her a lot, and he followed Bai Li'an all the way without saying a word, with a dazed expression.

In this way, one fish and two corpses came to the upper reaches of the river along the bloody road.

Huang Kang's body was already shriveled, hanging on the bank of the river like a piece of dried bacon.

His eyes were unwilling to widen, and he still held a small silver sword tightly in his hand.

Lin Yuan found it incredible that the two puppets who could not be completely killed by Yuanli Tianjie, died like this?

"How...how did he die?" Lin Yuan squatted down curiously, trying to take down the sword in his hand.

"Don't touch it!" Bai Lian hurriedly pulled Lin Yuan's wrist to stop it.

In order to prevent accidents, he took the small silver sword from Huang Kang's hand first, and said: "The living should not touch this sword, sister Lin Yuan, be careful..."

In the middle of speaking, Bai Lian's body was shocked, and the right hand holding the silver sword was deprived of consciousness in an instant.

Lin Yuan exclaimed even more, and stared at Bai Lian's entire arm covered with veins like bloody spider webs with wide-eyed eyes.

The blood-colored thread pierced Bai Lian's skin, as if there was some kind of breathing rhythm, pouring streams of blood-red fluid into Bai Lian's body crazily.

The blood-red power in the small silver sword was extremely majestic and evil, as if it was carried by a bottomless pit, and poured into Bailian's body endlessly and madly.

What's even more strange is that, with such a majestic power injected in an instant, Bailian's arm did not change at all, and it was still pale and sick.

It was as if the terrifying power intertwined with the breath of countless gods and demons poured into the soul.

cold!evil!cruel!Epilepsy!crazy!

There are thousands of negative and terrible emotions flickering in the scarlet eyes.

Bai Li'an gritted his teeth, knowing in his heart that this must be the power of the river of blood.

He didn't expect that this little sword didn't directly seal the river of blood, but diverted half of the river's power into his body.

Bai Lian only felt that his bones, skin, and even his soul were immersed in the cold Styx under the Nine Nethernesses. The alternative method of washing the marrow and refining the soul made him feel so painful that it made him feel sick.

"What's wrong with you?" Lin Yuan looked anxious, and was about to reach out to investigate, but Lin Guiyuan grabbed his sleeve: "No...don't...touch him, it's...dangerous."

It is not only Lin Yuan who is in danger, but also Bai Lian. Now he is in such a state that he cannot stand being disturbed by others.

(End of this chapter)