"Just because I am Zhongfeng's blood!"
At the moment when the two sects were about to go to war, and even almost close to each other, Bai Xiaochun’s voice spread all over the place, although the voice was not particularly loud, it could be matched with Bai Xiaochun’s voice, and the monstrous blood radiating from his body at this moment. Makes his words possess an indescribable power!
Bai Xiaochun was not deliberately gloomy, but at the moment when he put on the night burial mask, he naturally, as if returning to the Blood Stream Sect, the coldness and the earth-shaking aura made the whole world seem to be quiet.
More importantly, the meaning of these words was beyond everyone's expectations. At this moment, the two sects who were fighting at this moment roared in their hearts and their minds were shaken. If there were huge waves, they would rumblingly sweep across their entire world.
From a distance, Lingxi Sect and Blood Stream Sect are like the two huge fogs in the same metaphor, then the white mist of Lingxi Sect and the bloody mist of Blood Stream Sect are already part of each other, entangled together, but now... The two mists were completely still, everyone's eyes, at this moment, all looked at...Between these two big sects, the spirit stream sect wanted to protect and the blood stream sect wanted to kill...Bai Xiaochun's body!
Especially at this moment, Jia Lie, who is closest to Bai Xiaochun, opened his eyes wide. There was a thunder rolling in his mind, his body trembled suddenly, and he didn't even breathe in. He was completely stunned and his head boomed. Yes, in his mind are the words that Bai Xiaochun said just now, and... the one who appeared in front of him at this moment, put on a mask... Zhongfeng Blood Child Night Burial!
"You... night burial..." Jia Lie's body trembled. Since the blood test, his fear of night burial has reached an unbelievable level. At this moment, the whole person is completely stunned.
The blood and evil spirits radiating from Bai Xiaochun didn't need to verify at all, and he immediately felt that the other party... was indeed... Zhongfeng Blood Child Night Burial!
Not only did he lose his voice at this moment, but the divine operator beside him was originally excited and wanted to kill Bai Xiaochun to make him famous, but at this moment, when he saw Bai Xiaochun put on a mask, he turned into a nightmare in his heart. After the existence of night burial, the fortune teller screamed.
"Night... Night burial... Impossible!!"
Not only the two of them, but all the disciples of the Blood Brook Sect who rushed from the direction of the Blood Stream Sect with grinning and murderous grinning before, all took a deep breath at this moment, all eyes widened, all of them seemed to have been A stick hit his head, completely shocked.
"you you you… "
"This... how is this possible!!"
"Oh my God, the night burial of the Plague Demon... Bai Xiaochun..."
"They are actually alone!!"
Xu Xiaoshan almost bit his tongue. In his entire life, he has never seen such an unthinkable as it is today. The scene before him is more hallucinogenic than the entire corpse peak, and it seems even more incredible. Even he subconsciously has an illusion, thinking Once again hallucinated, looking at Bai Xiaochun blankly at this moment, Xu Xiaoshan was completely dumbfounded.
There is also Song Que, who was still killing intent before, but at this moment, under this forced reversal, his thoughts seemed to be a little bit unable to keep up. He stood there, dumbfounded, shaking his body, and his eyes were exposed. Now this little half of my life, there has never been a sluggishness.
It is even more difficult for him to accept this scene. For him, night burial is his enemy, and Bai Xiaochun is even more. At this moment, these two people are actually the same...
The entire battlefield was silent for an instant, and even the two ancestors who fought each other in mid-air had forgotten to take action one by one, and their eyes condensed on Bai Xiaochun in an instant.
The ancestors of the Song family were surprised and complicated, and Wu Jizi was surprised and doubtful. The ancestors of the Lingxi Sect and Tiemu Zhenren all looked incredible and felt very absurd.
Those inherited disciples and the blood break inevitably fell into sluggishness, and the three blood sons who had an agreement with Bai Xiaochun were in mid-air at this moment, and only felt that the thunder was constantly exploding in his mind, and it seemed that there would be no time to disappear. .
"Night Burial... Bai Xiaochun?" Shao Zefeng murmured, feeling that the whole world seemed to be turned around.
This scene not only caused a sensation in the Blood Creek Sect, but at the moment when Bai Xiaochun put on a mask and turned into a night burial, everyone in the Lingxi Sect behind him was also full of thunder in the sky, and the sound of inhalation fell here. The mountains are constantly ups and downs, attracting countless uproars and silent exclamations.
That cry of exclamation was unbelievable, unbelievable, unbelievable!
Shangguan Tianyou was still sneer and was about to watch Bai Xiaochun go to death, but at this moment, his whole eyeballs almost fell, his breathing seemed to stop, and his mind went blank.
Gui Ya, Gongsun Yun, Bei Hanlie, and Lingxi Sect’s arrogance are all like this. Everyone was deeply sensationalized by this scene, especially Zhou Xinqi, the boss with staring eyes, it seems that the whole world is at this moment. , Are all absurd.
She even thought of what Bai Xiaochun had said to Xiaomei Hou, she had said that he did not dare to appear at the night burial where Bai Xiaochun was.
"This... this..." Zhou Xinqi felt that the world was in chaos.
And Xiaomei Hou was even more stunned not far away for a long time. In her little head, at this moment, she couldn't overlap the greatest Bai Xiaochun in her mind with the most terrifying night burial in her mind into one person.
Don't say it's her, even Hou Yunfei, Zhang Dafang, Hei Sanpang and others, any of them, are completely stunned at this moment.
Li Qinghou even... as if he didn't know Bai Xiaochun, staring at him blankly.
When these people were shocked, Bai Xiaochun looked at the people in the blood stream sect in front, flicked his sleeves, his voice was hoarse, but with endless ice cold.
"I see the blood son, don't pay my respects!" As soon as he said the words, the immortal longevity skill in his body suddenly revolved, an aura that belonged only to the blood son, and at the same time it exploded, it was even more to all the cultivators in Zhongfeng. , Produced an irreversible absolute crush!
This kind of crushing on the momentum immediately formed a strong majesty, which burst into the sky on this battlefield.
Jia Lie shivered, the first one to kneel down, and the fortune teller was the second. Soon, these disciples of the blood stream sect Zhongfeng who were still crazy just now, under the bewilderment of everyone in the Lingxi sect, they all bowed together, even if they were Song Que, under the coercion of Bai Xiaochun's blood, also had to kneel down.
"Meet the blood of Zhongfeng!"
The voices were getting louder and louder, and soon, even the cultivators in the middle peak at the back knelt and bowed in trembling.
Looking around, there are groups of kneeling worshippers, occupying nearly 20% of the entire Blood Stream Sect. These people are all from... Zhongfeng!
It's just... There was one person, Bai Xiaochun did not suppress, and she did not choose to kneel down. Instead, she stood ten feet away in front of Bai Xiaochun, her body trembled, her eyes were unbelievable, and she had the complexity and sadness that Bai Xiaochun didn't even dare to look at.
She is the elder of Zhongfeng, Song Junwan.
Her reaction was the same as others, but more, but sad. After the night burial disappeared, she had not rested for a long time. She even used all her resources to find the night burial and even begged the Song family ancestors. Until the war broke out, and even when she was just sitting on the big sword, she was still thinking about the disappearance of the night burial, and she was always melancholy.
She couldn't imagine that she was actually on the battlefield. At this moment, in such an environment, she saw the night burial.
Song Junwan looked at the night burial in front of her, and in the silence around her, she spoke bitterly, her voice was sad and echoed in all directions, which made people feel heartache.
"Are you... a night burial or Bai Xiaochun, who are you..." Song Junwan trembled, her eyes red, and finally, she seemed to be unable to control her emotions and shouted to Bai Xiaochun.
Bai Xiaochun was silent. For Song Junwan, he himself was complicated. Seeing the moist and red corners of the other's eyes, Bai Xiaochun looked far away and spoke softly.
"Both... both!"
Song Junwan cried, tears streaming down the corners of her eyes, drop by drop... on the ground.
"Both are... It turns out that everything is fake..." She felt that she was a fool, and scenes of contact with night burials appeared in her mind. The more memories, the more her heart stings. In the end, the whole person Like a weak and helpless child, tears fell like rain while trembling.
Bai Xiaochun gritted his teeth, looked up at the two ancestors in the sky, and said loudly.
"I am the quasi inheritor of the Lingxi Sect, Bai Xiaochun, and I am also the night burial of the blood sons of the middle peak of the Blood Stream Sect. Patriarch, stop fighting, war is not the only way to solve the problem!"
"Don't you need an opportunity to trust each other, I... can this be an opportunity!!" Bai Xiaochun said anxiously, and his voice spread across the battlefield, making all the monks who heard it silent again.
In the silence of this entire battlefield, the ancestor of the Song family in the air hesitated for a moment. The night burial was actually Bai Xiaochun. He couldn't accept it for a while, but he was sure that no matter who the night burial was, he was Zhongfeng. The blood son cultivated the Mid-peak technique, and even if there were no such things, the Blood Stream Sect was concerned about the bloody night burial, but this kind of matter related to the survival of a sect, they would not allow a blood son to interfere.
At this moment the ancestor of the Song family was about to speak, but the real person Hanyan on the side was one step faster than him, and the sound of sneer suddenly echoed.
"Blood son night burial, held by Lingxi Sect, Lingxi Sect is despicable and shameless, dare to hold my blood son, today the old man will destroy your sect, destroy your inheritance, destroy your whole family!! Come, protect the blood! Bring it back into the blood mist!" A cold light suddenly appeared in the eyes of the real Dr. Yan Yan, and when he spoke sharply, his sleeves flicked, and the war... exploded again! (To be continued.)