How to make the white lotus surrender

Immortal Zeyu and Xie Ling were forced to retreat by the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood.

The sword array is extremely powerful, but it is not as fast as those monsters grow and transform.

Xie Ling saw with her own eyes that a brother from the same school was parasitized by a puppet, and the sword array automatically regarded him as an enemy and divided his body into several pieces.

But what is desperate is that those divided blood clots turned into weird and scorched monsters after falling to the ground. Their limbs and sharp claws were twisted and shapeless. None of them can stop their determination to pounce.

Immortal Zeyu's face was condensed, a few shallow bloodstains were cut on one side of his cheek, and a black hair was scattered, which really damaged the spirit of an immortal.

It's a pity that there are no normal people in front of them who would appreciate it. There are only two words in the eyes of those monsters: "longing" and "swallowing".

Zeyu Xianjun flipped his fingers slightly, repelling the puppets around him, and glanced at the stubbornly resisting young man with soot eyes. He felt the abnormal spiritual power in his body that was about to wither, and his clear and moist voice was rare and hoarse: "Mr. Retreat, in today's battle, we have underestimated the enemy."

Xie Ling held a sword in one hand, and bloodshot eyes were spreading in his scarlet eyes. He casually wiped away the blood from the corners of his lips, and there was a treacherous smile between his brows and eyes, as if he was in extreme pain.

His voice was extremely hoarse: "Sir, Ze Yuxian, Xie Ling came here today but did not rescue Senior Brother Yu, and all senior brothers have suffered so much in battle, how can I leave?"

Immortal Zeyu kept repelling the puppet army, and frowned when he heard this: "Stupid!"

Xie Ling actually knew that his efforts were useless, but he had basically lost some of his rationality at this time, and there was only hatred in his eyes.

So many senior brothers died here, Senior Brother Yu made the best of it for him, Xie Ling was so useless, it was a good time to die, and he would be able to be with all the senior brothers in the underworld, so as not to think about the pain in the future, and feel uncomfortable day and night.

Zeyu Xianjun's eyes were slightly cold, knowing that he could not persuade people, he simply knocked Xie Ling unconscious, swept out a road with a cold blade, took the person with him, and left in white clothes.

Zhu Zhi didn't stay on the battlefield for a moment, and the power of the turbulent sword array couldn't stop his thoughts.

Zhu Zhi now only wants to see the young man in the secret room safe and sound and call him "Senior Sister". Maybe his face will be a little pale, and his eyes will be a little red, but it doesn't matter, he is protecting his little lamp, like a Chase the only light that exists in the darkness.

In other words, it is more appropriate to say that he is salvation.

Zhu Zhi pushed open the door of the secret room and saw the young man lying beside the table.

The white satin-like skin seemed to turn red when pinched, as if dyed with rouge. The young man seemed to be a sleeping fairy, and also like a pampered son-in-law who was drunk by prodigals.

Contradictions always appear in his eyebrows and eyes, but it makes people feel uneasy for no reason, and only thinks about him day and night.

Zhu Zhi walked forward slowly, his fingers unconsciously trembling and landed on the side of Yu Deng's cheek.

The feeling of being able to touch the other party's soul all the time disappeared strangely.

As if being cut off unilaterally, the expression on Zhu Zhi's face was even a little confused.

He followed Yu Deng's long hair stiffly, his voice was soft but exaggerated for no reason.

It seemed to be floating in mid-air lightly, as if coaxing someone to sleep.

"...Little Lamp, I succeeded, we got it back..."

Zhu Zhi lowered his eyes and smiled suddenly: "...Don't do such naughty things with me."

He just pretended not to see the three extinguished lamps on Yu Deng's shoulders and the top of his head, and gently embraced him tightly, like a fragile green bamboo, the black shadow under the eyelids kept trembling, and the wet and cold water flowed from the light red The eye sockets floated out, as if a little bit of the light color of the injured eye end was reflected.

Zhu Zhi's head hangs down slightly, his whole body is stiff, the young man in his arms hangs his hands down weakly, his eyes are closed tightly, like a picture of silence and coldness.

The ice jade reflected the figures of the two in all directions, with overlapping layers.

Tiny piercing sounds sounded continuously, piercing like glass slowly cracking.

The cold ice jade slowly shattered into countless tiny pieces under the overlapping figures of Zhu Zhi and Yu Deng, and then gradually spread to the surroundings, the powder almost drowned everything.

The crossing city of the Demon Realm fell into a vortex of amazing demonic energy. This vortex of demonic energy was like a funnel, continuously absorbing the demonic energy of the Demon Realm, and even gradually spread to the realm of self-cultivation.

Countless demon cultivators only had time to see the blood mist spreading from the sky, and they couldn't even react. The flesh and blood all over their bodies were gradually dissolved by the blood mist, and even the white bones turned into a part of the blood mist, and continued to spread to the surrounding area. Diffusion, reminding us of a beast of prey.

The world of cultivation is almost bound by a layer of filthy chains. The recovery of spiritual energy envisaged by Heavenly Dao has not come, and everything is not over yet. The world of cultivation is almost facing a devastating blow.

The insiders placed in Wuxie City and Thousand Faces City moved extremely fast, some of them even mixed up with the senior leaders of those sects, and the small sects were almost completely controlled in an instant, even those few huge sects It was extremely difficult to resist.

The demon cultivators quickly retreated after plundering and fighting, even if they wanted to catch them, they couldn't catch them, they were as cunning as mice in the gutter.

The aura in the realm of self-cultivation is decreasing day by day, and the aura shield is like a funnel with thousands of warehouses and holes, and the magic energy keeps polluting it.

If it weren't for Youze Yuxianjun's constant repairs day and night, the living environment in the cultivation world would only be worse.

It's just that relying on Zeyu Xianjun alone is of no avail in the end. Wars, big and small, are going on almost all the time, squeezing everyone's blood.

The blood spattered on the side of Zeyu Xianjun's cold white face almost started to turn black. He restrained many evil spirits with his sword, a few veins burst out on his forehead, and the bloodshot eyes almost invaded the soot eyes.

The dark wind blew up the black sleeves on his arm, faintly visible several unhealed scars on the arm, and faintly visible white bones.

Countless fine black dots adhered to his flesh, they were not noticeable, they just covered his cold white skin with a layer of filth and filth.

The puppet curse of the city lord of crossing life is difficult to understand in the world, and the person who is under the curse can hardly detect the abnormality. Usually, when he can be discovered, this person will almost become a dying puppet.

Immortal Zeyu wiped out those evil spirits, and the blade automatically returned to his hands.

It's just that at this moment his wrist bones were weak and weak, the sword fell directly from his hand and hit the ground heavily.

The voice in my head finally couldn't help it after that day, and said again: "Immortal Zeyu, the puppet curse on your body has begun to seep into the meridians of your body."

Immortal Zeyu just pursed his lips slightly when he heard the words, and pressed his thumb on the Tianling acupoint, and an indescribably dead white color began to appear on his white jade-like face.

For a long time, his soot-ash eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of darkness, his throat was slightly sweet, and the immortal spit out a mouthful of black blood uncontrollably.

"You are also ruthless enough to directly block the penetration of the spell with regenerated blood. This consumes a lot of blood. If you continue, you will die within a hundred days!"

Immortal Zeyu did not answer, but slowly put away the scabbard, and wherever his eyes could see were the corpses of Ling Xiaozong's disciples who died in battle.

There was no compassion between his brows, his face was decorated with numb indifference, his knuckle fingers were slowly clenched, almost cracked.

The gray-white sky is empty and almost cold, and the wind-blown trees are trembling with yellow. I don't know when, the sky is circling and falling with little white snowflakes.

The cold white snow fell on the fairy's black hair and between his eyebrows, but more fell on the scarlet blood, blending with the dirty blood.

It was rare for him to feel a bit of inexplicable fatigue. His best friend had died three days ago, and now, perhaps it was his turn.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and Zeyu Xianjun's black hair was almost completely covered by the white snow.

The space behind him swayed for a moment, rippling like water ripples.

A gloomy shadow appeared behind him.

The visitor was wearing an apricot white robe, his delicate face was bloodless, and there was a beautiful mole on his bluish cheek, his gentleness and elegance completely disappeared from him.

Zhu Zhi walked up to Immortal Zeyu step by step, his eyes were dark, like a dead body, the vines spread from his feet, but Immortal Zeyu did not move, allowing Zhu Zhi to tie him up.

The corner of Zhu Zhi's mouth curled into a small arc awkwardly, his black eyes were like blood, without any light, and his voice was extremely hoarse: "You like Yu Deng."

Immortal Zeyu stared for a moment, but didn't speak, like a piece of wood.

Zhu Zhi took a step back, and his voice was a little distracted: "You smell like it, why, did it find you?"

Silence still hung in the air.

Zhu Zhi suddenly smiled, he smiled very beautifully, the corners of his brows were peachy, and he looked like a lively beauty.

His tone was slightly mocking: "Master Ze Yuxian, I'm suddenly curious if you know who your favorite Yu Deng is."

"Let me guess, it should tell you about the otherworldly soul, ah, with its conceit, it should tell you to destroy that otherworldly soul, right?"

"What about you? How did you do it?"

Immortal Zeyu suddenly had an indescribable feeling in his heart, and a sharp tingling sensation spread from his cold and heartless heart.

The voice in my heart seemed a little panicked: "Don't listen to his nonsense! The soul of another world doesn't belong to this world, so what's wrong with us killing him?!"

His whole body seemed to be drenched with biting frost, and a terrifying thought faintly appeared in Zeyu Xianjun's mind.

His pupils involuntarily glowed with a scarlet ecstasy.

Zhu Zhi chuckled, and said slowly: "Yes, don't you feel that Yu Deng has become different since the day in the hall?"

"You are right, he is that alien soul, you hurt him with your own hands, and now, he has completely disappeared..."

While speaking, Zhu Zhi's expression gradually became expressionless, and the vines lurking underground tightened the limbs of Zeyu Xianjun, and the sound of dislocation of bones rang out in this cold world.

Exceptionally crisp and tooth-souring.

The black spots on Zeyu Xianjun's arms became more and more dense, and his soot eyes slowly turned cold and black.

The imprint of the puppet loomed on his forehead.

Suddenly a voice appeared in midair for no reason, with a bit of shortness of breath.

"Zhu Zhi, you can't kill him, or the world will be completely annihilated!"

Zhu Zhi wasn't surprised in the slightest, but stared coldly at the air, and the corners of his red lips tugged lightly: "It should have been ruined a long time ago..."

That voice was so choked that he couldn't speak, as if he had gritted his teeth to decide something, and suddenly said: "There is still a way for you to see that otherworldly soul, as long as you withdraw the power of the Demon Realm, everything will be easy to talk about!"

Zhu Zhi narrowed his eyes slightly, and his slow voice was a bit bloody: "What way, if you lie to me, I can catch you right away, the candle dragon python lineage is never afraid of devouring the power of any rules, You should know, right?"

The voice seemed to tremble for a moment, and after a while, the voice was inexplicably weak: "Don't you still have a game of life and death? The soul of the other world has just returned to its own world, but if you want to see him, you can use the game of life and death to connect the two worlds." The third channel, that is to say, you can meet him in a dream."

Zhu Zhi's dark eyes and lifeless face couldn't make it see any emotional fluctuations, so it could only say anxiously: "I really can't let you meet now, unless our world's spiritual energy recovers successfully and advances to a higher world, otherwise I have no ability to let you get together with him!"

Zhu Zhi bowed his head and said lightly after a long while: "Okay."

It immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and then hurriedly said: "The chess of life and death is an artifact, you use it to connect the two worlds, you can only give up your cultivation and memory in your dreams..."

It carefully glanced at the man in the void, and said with some anxiety: "Just, let's treat it as if you got to know each other again, no, no, it's not interesting?"

Zhu Zhi raised his eyes, the emotions in his eyes were uncertain, and it took him a long time to respond.

Only then did the consciousness breathe a sigh of relief. If it was sweating, it would probably be sweating profusely by now.

Its voice is rare and aggrieved: "Look... can we remove the puppet curse on Ze Yuxian now? He is the key figure in the world's upgrade..."

Zhu Zhi raised his cuffs slightly, but said in an ambiguous way: "Pull it out? Of course it's impossible. In this world... how can there be such a cheap deal..."

The consciousness was angry and helpless, but at this time it could only bend down and be small.

It's okay for this villain to be sulky, he has too many eyes, and he has no chance to take advantage of any loopholes.

The author has something to say: the next chapter starts with super sweet candy! !

The dream world is actually a closed loop, anyway, it is very sweet, and the sense of thieves will never be aggrieved, and it should not be very long.

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mines: Su Tang, yay! 1;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Jiushu; 3 bottles of Hehe;