The moon sank toward the edge of the world.
In Ning Changjiu's field of vision, the souls were all retreating at high speed, and his pupils were suddenly occupied by Jiuying's raised body.
Its body glowed with a faint white light, and a tumor-like shadow stood on its head. Many souls around it also retreated away from Jiuying the moment it appeared, and Jiuying seemed to be following the path of hatred in some destiny. Instructions, looking straight at Ning Changchun.
This hatred has not disappeared even after the years have corroded the bones.
Ning Chang was still some distance away from Jiuying. He did not choose to fight against it, but avoided it to the other side.
As the figure flickered, he cut off several entangled white shadows with his finger sword. An oval-shaped soul spread its bat-like wings as it passed by him. Ning Jiujiu slashed it away with his sword, but was still killed. The bat wing was scratched.
"This is the soul bat, a spy bat used to send messages in the Middle-earth dynasty. It hangs in the center of the caisson on weekdays, like a flat mural." The spirit of the Sword Scripture began to show its erudition again.
Ning Chang long thought that reading more books would be useful. After reading with Yan Zhou for decades, the fool actually became a scholar.
The Spirit of the Sword Scripture was still excited and said: "It's over, it's over, why are they all coming to you... It can't be because of your blood, right? I heard that there is a kind of man-eating fish in the deep sea that can smell the smell of blood from hundreds of miles away. They wouldn't be so bloodthirsty even if there is blood outside..."
Ning Jiujiu also noticed that at the moment when he was bleeding, the other souls seemed to smell something they longed for most, and swam over like crazy.
He immediately held down his arm to temporarily stop the bleeding, and then wiped the blood that had spilled before and flicked it on the edge of the sword. The sword vibrated and shot out the blood beads like arrows, pointing directly at Jiuying.
Snap.
Blood beads splattered on Jiu Ying's body.
When the blood beads flew through the air, they also left a long blood line. Along that blood line, many souls crawled over greedily, and Ning Jiujiu immediately wiped away the rest of the blood marks on his arms. Escape toward the outer edge.
After Jiuying was splashed with blood drops, it couldn't help but stick out its tongue and licked the chest and abdomen, as if tasting the most delicious sweet rain in the world.
And many little monsters also gathered together following the traces of blood, crawling up Jiuying's body like ants.
Jiuying swung the giant and knocked down the monsters with ants attached to its body, but most of them clung to it with sharp teeth and claws. Jiuying roared and began to roll on the ground, hissing on the soft sand. The voice sounded from time to time, and in the wisps of white air, those souls were crushed and broken, and the overflowing white soul energy became nourishment for other souls.
Ning Jiujiu's figure never stops.
While running wildly, he looked around vigilantly. In the distance, there were still several huge souls pressing towards him.
Ning Jiujiu ran away from them, and then walked along the edge to where the moon set.
The light in the moon is also constantly changing in the interweaving of light and darkness.
There are also some souls that seem to have developed intelligence. They also avoid battles cleverly. Some bury themselves in the sand, and some rely on their innate agility to keep moving at high speed, preventing other souls from catching them. , and in the center, the ones fighting the hottest are always the beings who look very ferocious and powerful.
"That's...a monster from the Ancestral Dragon lineage?" The Spirit of the Sword Scripture said in confusion, "How could something like this old antique appear here?"
No matter what Ning Changjiu saw now, he no longer felt strange. He dropped his sword while running, and accumulated his sword power by killing those decent souls. Almost every few dozen steps, the killing marks on Ning Changchun's sword appeared. It's more important than anything.
Ning looked at the sword edge illuminated by his aura for a long time, feeling more at ease in his heart.
Because those souls did not approach because of the light of their own swords, this meant that they were running towards the moon not because they were attracted to the light, but because of the law.
The entire desert also slowly poured in the direction of the moon's fall, like a devout apostle, kneeling down to welcome the arrival of faith.
There was a loud bang like a whip falling to the ground.
Jiuying, who was entangled by many souls, burst out with ferocity in its bones. It roared wildly, crushed or dispersed those souls using the laws of space, and then hit the five-clawed ancestral dragon lineage monster. Go, on the other side, a towering ancient tree also emerged from the sand. It has a far-reaching and huge crown, and its densely tangled roots are its wriggling feet. It’s just that the giant tree seems not good at moving. Looking at it from a distance , just like a mast moving slowly on the sea.
"What is that?" Ning Jiujiu asked proactively. He knew that all living things in the world can become spirits, but the spirits that have been nurtured by trees for thousands of years are just tree spirits. How can they run around like this with their true bodies
The spirit of the Sword Scripture hissed for a while, sighed at the magic of the other party's creation, and then admitted his ignorance.
But Mr. Xueyu shouted: "That can't be the legendary fire-eating sycamore... According to legend, there are only three such trees in the whole world, and the divine birds of the Suzaku Kingdom will choose this tree at the end of their lives. If you die on a giant tree, the spiritual energy of the divine bird will be condensed into something like a heart of fire. Anyone who swallows such a divine fruit can be endowed with godhood and step into the five paths in one step!"
One step into the Five Paths…
This statement is too exaggerated, and Ning Jiujiu doesn't believe it, but why does such a naturally-growing sacred tree remain in this boundless desert
The giant tree was advancing, Ning took a deep breath, tied the broken sword with spiritual power, connected it into a sword chain, and pierced the big tree at that moment.
Ding!
The broken sword pierced the bark of the tree, like hitting steel, and was immediately bounced away. The soul of the giant tree continued to move forward without any awareness.
"What should I do? No one here can kill it..." Mr. Xueyu said worriedly when he saw this.
Ning frowned for a long time in thought, then ran towards the giant tree.
On the other side, Jiuying had strangled the ferocious beast with ancestral dragon bloodline to death. It sensed something, then suddenly turned its head and rushed towards Ning Changjiu.
The soul light is like dust and fog.
Jiu Ying's roar was so soul-shattering that Ning had already seen its bloody mouth for a long time, but now being pressed in front of him by its giant shadow again, he was still horrified.
Ning Jiujiu did not confront anyone head-on. After simply slashing out a few sword energy, he lowered his body and swept across the sand. The distance between him and Jiuying was getting closer and closer, and he rushed towards the ancient tree. As he approached the giant tree, Ning Changjiu suddenly stopped. He cut his palm with his fingers and poured his blood on the giant tree.
Blood is the most alluring thing.
Although there were only a few drops of blood spattered on the trunk of the towering ancient tree, the huge black shadow of the ancient tree also stagnated. Its eyes didn't know where they were growing, but at that moment, Ning Jiujiu knew that he was being targeted. The alarm in the Taoist heart buzzed.
Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Uh-huh!
Three wind-breaking sounds sounded almost simultaneously.
The thick trunk instantly jumped out from the tree. It was like a straight sword, but it extended infinitely into the distance like a vine.
Ning Jiujiu's expression condensed. He ignored the Nine Infants and ran away on the sand with all his strength.
On the soft and fine sand, because his footsteps were so fast, he didn't even leave any footprints.
As Ning Jiuchuan ran, he pressed his palms and used his spiritual power to speed up the healing of the wounds and wipe away the blood. But he underestimated this ancient tree that was previously harmless to humans and animals. The vine-like branches instantly chased behind him. Lord Xueyu screamed strangely, instinctively got out of the sword, breathed out a breath of fire and immediately retracted.
The flames of Mr. Xueyu are of the same origin as the fire of Mr. Red Tail. The fireworks come from real earth vein lava. They can be sprayed on the branches of ancient trees, but they are all absorbed, and instead turn into more violent fire. Ning Jiujiu's back.
"How could this happen..." Lord Xueyu screamed strangely.
The spirit of the Sword Scripture in the body cursed loudly: "What I have inherited is the sacred fire of the Suzaku God, don't take out that little match of yours and make yourself look embarrassed!"
Ning Jiujiu pinched the true secret of Shui Yue in the Mirror, and his figure disappeared several times, trying to avoid the pursuit, but the giant tree refused to let go, whether it was a virtual shadow or a real one, it kept entangled.
Lord Xueyu cursed: "It's really a flood that flooded the Dragon King Temple. I see that Zhao Xiang'er has a close relationship with the Suzaku Kingdom. He might be the future consort of the Suzaku Kingdom! This dog tree is so blind, No wonder he died miserably here!"
"Zhao Xiang'er? Who is she?" The spirit of the Sword Scripture asked: "Is it possible that our peak master, Lu Marian, can still be beautiful?"
Mr. Xueyu laughed and said: "You are a short-sighted and broken sword book. The Lu Jiaoyou you mentioned was beaten so badly and in such a miserable state when she was in the imperial city. Even I can fight with her. How can she compare?" Your Highness is so handsome? I was raised by Your Highness, so I know your strength best! Lu Yuanhuan can’t compete with you."
The spirit of the Sword Sutra sneered: "Our peak master is now different from what he used to be. Her sword body is incredible to me even when I see it. If I hadn't been deceived by this young man, I would have preferred her to be my master. The one you are talking about." Your Highness, you are probably just a yellow-haired girl, if you meet our Peak Master again, you will definitely be pushed to the ground and beaten!"
Lord Xueyu said unconvinced: "Oh, short-sighted! Do you know who your highness's mother is? If someone tells me that she is the Heavenly Lord or the Divine Envoy of the Suzaku Kingdom, I will not question it!"
The spirit of the Sword Scripture said contemptuously: "A daughter is more valuable than her mother? Even if Ning wants to marry, he will marry that little girl instead of her mother. No matter how noble her mother's identity is, what does it matter? Our peak master relies on self-improvement!"
Mr. Xueyu took out his trump card: "Did you know that our Highness is Uncle Ning's fiancée?"
The spirit of the Sword Scripture was startled. It recalled the life-and-death entanglement between Ning Changjiu and Lu Jianhou in the wasteland. Knowing that the emotion could not be faked, it wondered: "Fiancée? Since she is a fiancée, why have I never heard them talk about it? ?”
Lord Xueyu originally wanted to ridicule Ning Changjiu, but when he thought that his life was in his hands, he immediately said: "Uncle Ning is very affectionate, how can he always talk about it?"
The Spirit of the Sword Scripture sneered: "Ning Jiujiu, I see you are young and I have never thought of you being so sentimental. Is your cute little junior sister also..."
"Shut up!" Ning Jiujiu couldn't bear it anymore and thought, is now the time to fight for this? And one of you almost killed Zhao Xiang'er, the other forced the sect leader into the devil's path because of your desire for freedom, and almost killed the entire Four Peaks. Why are you so firm on your side when talking about this now
After Ning Jiujiu yelled two words, his breath was slightly broken, and his body slowed down by half a minute. The vine hit his back and knocked him away. Ning Jiujiu's chest was full of blood, and his throat felt sweet. , he swallowed back a mouthful of blood that was about to be vomited.
Knowing that their lives were tied to him, Lord Xueyu and the Spirit of Sword Scripture immediately shut up and suspended the dispute.
Ning Jiujiu was knocked into the sand, and the splashed sand wall was broken by the vines, and passed through like an arrow again.
Ning Jiujiu couldn't adjust his body shape in a short period of time. He rolled around on the ground several times and forcibly avoided the pursuit of the ancient tree. At this moment, the ancient tree was not having a good time either. Attracted by the blood, countless souls were attached to it. body, dragging its already slow figure even slower.
Uh-huh!
Another whip came, and Ning Jiujiu couldn't roll in time and was knocked out again. His clothes on his chest were torn to pieces and blood spattered.
Both Blood Feather Lord and the Spirit of the Sword Sutra took a breath, thinking that Ning Jiujiu should not mess with it. Originally, they just wanted to slow down its progress, but they didn't expect that it would completely set them on fire.
There was another crash, and Ning Jiujiu's hastily established sword domain was interrupted.
The plane of the world slid towards the moon.
The remaining souls that were still alive rushed away like a tide of beasts.
And as Ning Jiujiu was severely injured by this ancient tree, other souls came one after another. They rushed towards Ning Jiujiu at high speed, like annoying fleas, but with iron claws and fangs that could tear steel.
Ning Jiujiu used his broken sword to block left and right. The sound of the sword breaking through the soul made Lord Xueyu tremble with fear. He felt that his pitiful little nest would be broken in the next moment.
The canes of the giant tree were drawn again.
Mr. Xueyu closed his eyes in despair, feeling that he would definitely die this time.
The spirit of the Sword Scripture also sighed, missing the days of reading books with the old man, and deeply regretting the loss of the peerless swordsmanship in the future.
The surrounding area became quiet.
The ancient tree's rattan stopped in front of him, never moving any further.
Ning Changjiu held a... black iron-like branch in his hand. This branch was inconspicuous in appearance. Previously, it was tied to the left and right sides of the broken sword. Lord Xueyu still felt ashamed of being associated with it, but at this moment, it just wanted to call out to God. Signs are coming.
It was this ordinary branch that resisted the entangled vines.
The tips of the three vines even trembled like a servant meeting a divine master. It was extremely afraid of these dead branches.
Ning Changjiu held the dead branches tightly with both hands and gasped for air. Instead, he stepped forward and pressed towards the ancient tree.
The ancient tree looked like a tyrannical local official. After the emperor who was visiting incognito revealed his dragon robe, he immediately put away his previous bossy words, knelt down and fled with trembling.
At the same time, another ignorant soul jumped up and rushed towards Ning Jiujiu's back. Ning Jiujiu turned around and knocked the soul into pieces with a stick.
"Good swordsmanship!"
Lord Xueyu and the spirit of the Sword Sutra exclaimed in unison.