Raiders White Moonlight Master

The distorted face was absorbed into the light brown eyes, Ying Xuan's fusion process was not smooth, he didn't expect Shan Yuan's last soul fragment to have such great power.There is a big difference between an incomplete soul and a complete one. The incomplete body that was originally tidied up is like a dead branch at the turn of spring and cold.

The soul is resisting tenaciously, if there is no such immortal as Tian Dao, Ying Xuan will naturally be able to suppress it.

In order to fight against the power of Heaven, Ying Xuan had to start absorbing external forces.The divine beast Qilin even recognized the Immortal Killer as its master, stretching out tens of thousands of tentacles, and red lights invisible to the naked eye spread all over Shenzhou, and the nearest Tian'e City was almost shrouded in a thick demonic aura.Red and black surrounded Tian'e City impenetrably, and depression and fear swept the city.

The human face looked up at the sky, and when the first ray of demonic energy began to "eat people", the people on the street suddenly realized the horror of the matter, and fled in all directions like frightened birds.

At that time, the night had not completely fallen, and there were many pedestrians on the long street, pushing and crowding like a tide, drowning all the old and weak, women and children.Childish cries, gold, jade, pearls and emeralds falling from Miss Qianjin's bun, it can be said that no one will come to pick up the jewels that ordinary people spend half their lives on.

Those who moved slower were squeezed to the ground by the people behind, and before they got up, they were stepped on by countless feet.The desire for life surpasses human ethics and morality, even if they see it, they will not stop to help it.

The common people broke into the shops on both sides of the street, but the buildings in the world couldn't stop the attack of demonic energy, and took away the luck and life of ordinary people without any hindrance.

When Shen Baixing arrived, more than half of Tian'e City had been slaughtered, and corpses were lying in disorder in the streets and alleys.The breath of death was so strong that Shen Baixing felt in a trance that he had returned to the scene where Ying Xuan slaughtered all the families of the immortal sect.

The soft and lingering spiritual power broke through the black mist and let a few rays of light into the dark world.The big tree in front of the Yaoguang Hall bloomed flowers in a few breaths, crossed the mountain stream in the wind and snow, and scattered into Tian'e City one after another.Under the compulsion of the spiritual light, the black mist fades away like the haze after a summer rainstorm, and is replaced by brighter and brighter light.

Without the energy provided by Tian'e City, the black mist seemed to have its own consciousness, crowding and flocking in all directions. As long as you cross the mountain range that traverses the north and south, you will find a huge plain, where one-third of the people in China live.

In order to prevent the blood from flowing into rivers, the spiritual power of the entire Kunlun Mountains was almost exhausted. When it dispersed, the light blue light was quickly squeezed, condensed into an incandescent piece, and rose from the sky.It is like the sun, which rises much faster than the sun and emerges from the horizon.The gorgeous sunset in the evening is like a small water beach on the uneven ground. When the sun shines, it turns into water vapor and disappears in the air.

Ordinary people who didn't know the imminent disaster pushed open the door one after another, and stood on the street to watch this spectacle—the glare of the sun chasing after the dark clouds all over the sky.

The light was so large that it was beyond the field of vision, and the horizon was like a baked frost, which could not fall into the eyes of mortals.In the darkness where you can't see your fingers, Ying Xuan's face is a little hideous because of the chaos of the heavens, and he smells the breath of Shen Baixing.

In the world, apart from Immortal Yuwei, there is no other person who has this kind of power - enough to destroy the world and save the common people.

People in the world can't see the Heaven of Rebirth because of the entire Kunlun Mountains as a barrier, and the abundant spiritual power in the mountain can stop all the cunning techniques that try to explore the Heaven of Rebirth, unless he has God's approval, he can get a glimpse of it.Now, Lord Killer, who has been wasted in the world for hundreds of thousands of years, is even more difficult to deal with than Ying Xuan before.Before he fell into a demon, he had the ability to fight against Shen Baixing. After so many years, his strength only increased.Shen Baixing had to deal with it wholeheartedly in order to stop what this lunatic did.

Even if ordinary people can perceive energy fluctuations, the Hundred Families of Immortals will naturally know it too.The head teacher of Lingyun Sect led his young disciples and stood on the edge of a high mountain cliff, looking solemnly in the direction of Kunlun Mountain.

Kunlun Mountain, which has lost the protection of spiritual power, is clearly seen by the monks in the transformation stage.Through layers of clouds and mist, he saw a grand hall and a giant tree in front of the hall.

"Master." The still young Lingqing shouted, "What did you see?"

"immortal."

Lingqing held the teacher's hand tightly, "Aren't we invisible?"

The head teacher didn't answer this question, years had left a deep crease between his brows, and when his brows were furrowed tightly, he showed a full sense of solemnity.That's right, mortals can't see the Heaven of Rebirth, and since they can see it now, it means that their gods have encountered a difficult matter, and this big event that even the gods have to worry about - the head teacher has set his sights on the place where black and white are intertwined.

The "black cloud" moves very fast, crossing the mountains, like a huge bottle of ink overturned from the clouds, and the flying down is enough to drown the whole life.

The white light intercepted the black clouds in the vast field of vision.Shen Baixing's thin figure was wrapped in the rapidly changing black and white, and at the last moment, his spiritual power burst out at a speed faster than the black mist, like an indestructible barrier, crashing down on the ground.

The light curtain illuminated the entire Shenzhou, and the night turned into day. It became a wall rising to the sky, dividing Shenzhou into two pieces.On one side are the people living in the daytime, and on the other side is the world of darkness and wind.

"Yuwei, you and I have come this far."

Ying Xuan's voice sounded from all directions, as long as the black mist exists, he can appear at any time, there is almost no time gap.

Here, the spread of spiritual consciousness can't search for the real trace of Lord Killing Immortal, but will be physically exhausted due to excessive manipulation of mind.Shen Baixing holds a sword in his right hand, and behind him is a spiritual light curtain built by himself. His white clothes and white hair seem to melt into the "wall", and it will disappear even if he blinks his eyes.

After he opened his mouth, Ying Xuan was sure that this person was alive.

"The Demon Lord of the Abyss is your puppet?"

Now that the matter is over, Ying Xuan has no need to lie: "Yes, he said it?"

"No," Shen Baixing closed his eyes, and if the volume in a certain direction was louder, he would turn his face away, "He didn't say anything, don't think me too stupid, he has no ability to command the monsters from the abyss to attack the fairy gate , it can only be that someone is planning behind the scenes."

Shen Baixing's tone was very flat. If the scene were changed, it would make people think that he was chatting with a stranger, rather than a life-and-death battle that was about to break out.

In the black mist, Ying Xuan is everywhere, he is like the most perfect ghost, sometimes talking against Shen Baixing's neck, and sometimes stroking the other's hair with the mist, "Do you think this scene looks familiar?"

Even if Ying Xuan didn't say anything, Shen Baixing was still impressed.Going back in time and space, the battle between gods and demons 500 years ago cannot be erased. He was seriously injured and fell from the past to the mortal world.In fact, it was not impossible to kill Ying Xuan at that time, but facing the bloody land, he chose to save people.The price to be paid for summoning the artifact "Chongming" is not only spiritual power, but also more precious vitality.

Life is the most stringent link in the operation of the rules in the world, one or two, or even hundreds of thousands, Immortal Yuwei does not need to pay the price.But involving half of the population of China, even he can't do it without external force.Chongming exhausted his remaining spiritual power and half of his vitality.That is to say, Shen Baixing's lifespan was so appallingly long that he didn't burp on the spot.

When Chongming disappeared from his hands, Shen Baixing felt his body become lighter, like catkins floating in mountains and rivers, he had no eyes or ears, and he could float far away with just a breath of fresh wind.During those days, Shen Baixing guessed the passage of time by sensing the breath of spring rain, scorching sun, and snowflakes.

After one year, two years or even 50 years, Shen Baixing finally gained weight. The first scene when he opened his eyes was a snow-white head in sight.The lion cat's different pupils are inlaid in the eyeballs, very beautiful, stretching out its paws and meowing at him.

Later, he adopted a lion cat as a pet, and dragging his diseased body, he lived a small life in the mountains.

The things I want are not expensive, I just want to have someone to accompany me, and the people will live, grow old, get sick and die according to the laws of nature, Shen Baixing thinks while standing at the junction of black and white.

The wind brushed against Shen Baixing's cheeks, and there was the moist and fragrant smell of the dense forest, which did not belong to the smell of black mist.In the corner of the eye, a small hole was broken in the light curtain under the continuous surge and impact of the black mist, and the wind just came in through this hole.

"Ying Xuan."

"Ah."

"Maybe this is the last time I will address you." Shen Baixing stared at a certain place, and smiled slightly, "Who knows, we will die after this fight."

"It's good to die in the same hole."

"Not good... I want to die with my apprentice, but this trash is going to go first."

"He has become a part of me. In theory, you can still die with him."

"Three people, how aggrieved."

When the words fell to the ground, the wall of light behind Shen Baixing was thickening, and spiritual power poured from him, Kunlun Mountain, and the afterlife into the dark mist.The white aura is like a sharp blade, marking the ground under the feet and the air as its own territory. The hostility and spirit power intertwine and attack each other, cutting them into thin slices.

In the thin long sword, the color of the phoenix bone was about to burn, making Shen Baixing's hand holding the sword glow red.With a high-pitched hoofbeat, Wanggui disappeared in his palm, turning into a mountain-high monster with wings like flames.Following the call of the summoned unicorn, it rushed over brazenly.

The karmic fire scorched the black mist along the way, and stopped abruptly at a certain dark end.

The two giant beasts bit each other, feathers and scales fell off, smashing to the ground like gold and black jade.Wanggui's sharp claws hooked off the scales on the unicorn's neck, and when it pierced through the flesh, it roared all day long.

From the outside of the light curtain, one can only see streaks of white light moving through the darkness, just like a thunderstorm, thick lightning strikes suddenly from the hazy clouds.Qilin bit the phoenix's wings, and fell into the mountains with Wanggui amidst a sharp cry.

The grass and trees that had been corroded by the devil energy and lost their greenness were in great danger. After being crushed, they were burned by fire, collapsed together with the mountain peak, and rolled into a thicker black.

At this point, no tricks can help.Shen Baixing stepped on the clouds, just stood there, and the spiritual light spontaneously expanded.He could feel the spiritual power flowing rapidly through his meridians. This feeling reminded him of the snow-capped ice peaks in winter. He spent the whole winter to arm himself, and when spring came, he let the snow melt away naturally. Walk along the river all over the land of China.

He became that ice peak, and felt the feeling of dissipating part of his body, which was not very good, and even a little scared.Afraid of losing this layer of protection, the concealed vulnerability will be discovered and manipulated.

Somewhere in the black mist, a muffled hum came.

Shen Baixing knew that it was Ying Xuan who was injured. Immediately afterwards, his arm hurt, and it was astonishingly that the spell pierced through the protective barrier and cut him.The bright red blood wet the sleeves along the wound, and the smell of blood made the black mist even more frenzied.

Blood color gradually increased in black and white, and the second wound was on Shen Baixing's shoulder.The long whip pierced through the air and arrived from behind in an instant. The spine of the former demon king was like a poisonous snake, piercing his flesh and piercing through his entire shoulder.

Killing the Immortal Lord was not pleased either, and was hit by Shen Baixing's backhand on the chest, hurting the meridians and retreating into the black mist.

"Yuwei, time and space backtracking is one and there are two."

"That also depends on your life."

This is the last sentence Shen Baixing said to Xuan in the time-space regression. The end of his long white hair was wet with blood and half stuck to his clothes.

No matter how much spiritual power is exhausted, Shen Baixing and the darkness heard the sound of skin and flesh being ripped open and heavy pain.The spiritual power flowing through the meridians decreased rapidly, and finally exploded with a ball of white light, completely silent.

He saw that the ice peak had completely dissolved, Lord Killing Xian emerged from the black mist, smiled at him in ragged clothes, and Ying Xuan's body fell from the clouds.

The big tree in front of the Yaoguang Temple stopped tilting its spiritual power, and the flowers gathered into buds, which was a gesture of self-protection.

Immortal Yuwei stood in a pool of blood, looking at the devastated land with blurred vision.Everywhere in his body was clamoring for exhaustion, and he fell down slowly, looking into the distance.

The light curtain is dimming, the night is gathering again, and the horizon is horizontal in the dark gray sky.

A spherical thing was running against the light in the wilderness. When it got close, Shen Baixing realized it was a cat.

The moment he closed his eyes, dawn fell.

……

The roaring thunder exploded in the wilderness, and the sky was torn apart by the sky, sucking the whole world in.

The loud noise awakens all creatures, insects, plants, sleeping beasts, the bottomless seabed, and even a speck of dust are all feeling the call of "spring".In the dark, something was telling them that it was time to wake up.

When a drop of rain falls, the seed will sprout.

Shan Yuan opened his eyes.