Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 3452 What if the disciple always wants to deceive the teacher (43)

  Xianjun’s slender and cold white fingers pressed against the silver sword hilt, and without hesitation, he chopped a sword light towards the blood coffin in an instant. The biting sword spirit contained the potential of breaking the army!

   Startled the wind and hunted, there seemed to be resentment and crying voices falling down with the sword light, and the low groans became more and more acute, almost piercing the eardrums of people!

at the same time,

  The soul is out of its sheath, the demon is in red, and the sword energy forms a blood moon phantom in the air, covering the sky and the earth—!

  Two shocking sword auras were cut at the same time, which is an indescribable tacit understanding!

  The bloodwood coffin, which has been tightly closed, pushed open the lid of the coffin at that moment——

  The picture slowly reveals itself.

  The coffin turned out to be empty!

  The blood coffin was empty and there was nothing.

And the moment the coffin was opened, the yin wind cried and screamed at the first moment, lifting the hair of the two of them, and the feminine chanting sound became sharp and distorted. It was bitter and crazy, and the evil spirit was ruining the world. Flooding in the ancestral hall can almost swallow people!

  The female voice is still singing, but it seems to be worn out with blood dripping from the blade, the words are weeping, painful and awkward.

  The two figures were plunged into the overflowing black mist, their fingers interlocked.

  The sound of wind reverberated in the ancestral hall, and the black fog almost wiped it out, and the singing voice became more and more stern.

   "I can't ask, full of hatred--!"

  The ears are filled with various sounds, the melodious suona sounds intertwined with the noisy gongs and drums, and the lively whispers are submerged in the sound of ritual music, and the sound is close at hand.

  The sky turned upside down before his eyes, and he was plunged into darkness.

When   Yan Bai opened his eyes again, there was a patch of red in front of him.

  She is on the sedan chair.

  Mozun squinted dangerously, his slender fingers picked up the red veil, took a look at the scene in the sedan chair, and then directly lifted the sedan curtain to look out.

  I saw Shili Long Street, noisy and bustling, and all kinds of people, with beaming joy on their faces.

  This is obviously a wedding.

  Obviously, she was still in the cold and depressing tomb for a second, and she was directly on a tedious and lively wedding in a flash, and she became the protagonist of the wedding.

  Ranbai glanced out, then put down her hand, squinting her eyes thoughtfully.

   Soon there was a judgment.

  This is probably everything that the owner of the tomb has experienced before her life, but now she has been drawn into the illusion and has become the owner of the tomb before her death. It is very likely that she will experience her life.

  Ranbai licked her lower lip, thinking casually.

  I don’t know if Xianjun is here and what his identity is...

  The carved wooden sedan chair, with vermilion lacquer like blood, embroidered with gold thread, is very delicate.

  The red makeup team that meanders for several miles can’t be lined up at all, walking mightily on the long street, like a wandering dragon, with great momentum and grandeur.

  The sound of suona, the alleys are empty, and the prosperous times are beautiful. Everywhere is full of auspicious and joyous celebrations, and everyone’s face is full of joy.

  No one knows what will happen next, but at least at this moment they are all true and pure joy.

   Dye Bai lazily leaned on the sedan chair, and chuckled.

  I don’t know how long it took before the sedan chair finally stopped.

   stopped outside the vermilion gate of a big family, the plaque was engraved with two characters, magnificent and magnificent.

  Lin Mansion.

  At this moment,

  The Vermilion Gate opened wide, and a whole row of people came to pick up relatives.

  Except that dyed white did not see the bridegroom on the sedan road.

   Suona is melodious and beautiful.

  After the sedan chair stopped for a second or two, a low cough sounded, the sound line pressure was very low, and there was a bit of morbid dumbness in the clear.

  Dyeing white and raising the curtains of the blooming car, his eyes met the groom standing in front of the Lin Mansion.

  She has a meal.

  No matter how different her appearance is, she still recognizes that temperament at a glance.

  The fairy of her family actually put it directly on the bridegroom.

The slender young man has a long jade body and a red wedding gown. The color is scorching, and his complexion is sickly pale, and looks very weak. After he holds it with one hand, his expression is cold, and his face is Yazheng Suran. , Even on the wedding day, there is no hint of joy.

Those deep and calm eyes, outlined with the breeze and bright moon, seemed to have the vast world, the reincarnation of the avenue, and all the noisy and lively scenes, staring at her quietly, that kind of eyes were extremely light, as if they were far away from another. From the angle of view, standing on the top of the snow-capped mountain and looking down on sentient beings.

Xi Niang smiled, "My son, go pick up the bride."

  The young Xianjun lowered his eyes slightly, and he was calm. He obviously recognized Dye Bai. After a second or two of silence, he walked over without hesitation or sorrow.

  He walked to the sedan chair step by step, stopped there, and calmly stretched out his hand, his slender fingers glowing almost transparently in the sun, the blood-colored sleeves hanging down and lined with a clear wrist, the bones were cold and elegant.

  Mozun lazily re-covered the veil, suddenly feeling that such a thing is not bad, she put her hand on Xianjun's hand that was stretched out in the air, and walked out.

  The young girl Feng Guanxia, ​​her wedding dress is like fire, her brows are straight, her brows are hidden in the red veil, and her red makeup behind her is less than half of her color.

  At that moment,

  Ranbai felt that Yu Chen's fingertips lightly stroked the palm of her hand, and wrote a few words.

  Don’t act rashly.

  The arc of the fingertip is cold, and the temperature remaining on the palm of the hand.

  Under the red gauze, the corners of the girl's lips are slightly hooked.

  She didn't say anything, just squeezed Yu Chen's hand tightly.

  The two enter the Lin Mansion at the same time, and the wedding process is tedious and complicated.

   is a scene from the life of the owner of the tomb.

  Before the truth is not known, it is obviously not a good practice to go against the things of the past.

  The two followed the others and walked into the lobby.

  There are people standing on both sides of the lobby, and the laughter is so lively, smiling at the new couple.

  The voice of the maternal grandmother sounded in the lobby, deep and sweet, but it added a sense of vain and trance. "The two surnames are married, and the contract is made in the same way. The good relationship will be forever, and the same name will be matched. Look at today's peach blossoms, Yishi IKEA, Buddhism, Erchangerchi..."

   "Worship heaven and earth--" The voice was full of smiles, bringing a little bit of compassion for no reason, and it was like an abyss that tempts people to fall.

  Xianjun looked cold and hopeless, straight and slender, and his **** wedding clothes couldn’t suppress his cold temperament. He quietly glanced at Ran Bai, and only said one word in a low voice. The sound quality was flat: "Bye."

  The clear and quiet tone clearly falls on the ears of dyed white.

  Xianjun bowed down with the girl.

  Ranbai raised her eyebrows, and the red veil obscured the arc of her lips like a smile.

  The grandma said solemnly: "Second worship Gaotang——"

Ranbai and Yu Chen turned around and bowed to the middle-aged couple sitting in the first place.

  The middle-aged couple are dressed in costumes, smiling, looking at them kindly and softly.

  Everything is true and festive, and it is totally invisible. These are all dead things.

   "Husband and wife worshipping——"

  The young fairy seemed to pause for a while, but it was not obvious.

  The two turned around at the same time, facing each other.

  The red gauze was hazy, which obscured the girl’s face, but she could still see her brows vaguely.

  (End of this chapter)