Jiang Qulian stood on the ground, looking around at the entire ghost willow forest. Countless ghosts had been buried in this ferocious and messy battlefield, and the ghost willow suddenly received a lot of nutrients. Although the branches were damaged in pieces, the red Countless broken willows were crushed in the fertile soil, but its trunk became stronger and stronger, constantly giving birth to new branches.
The ghost generals discovered that the ghost willow can regenerate continuously, so they turned to attack its trunk, and both sides suffered heavy damage.
Jiang Qulian gently closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes again, his pupils were scarlet and bright, and his red clothes and black hair danced without wind, like the fire of hell was burning. The blood moon above thousands of miles above the sky uttered a high-pitched howl. The sound was sharp, shrill, and sinister, as if it could lift the scalp of a person.
The ghost king in red issued his final call.
More and more ghost people and generals gathered from the depths of the Nine Nethers to the Underworld. Even in the battle between the Demon Lord and the Great Emperor of Beiyin, so many ghosts had never been summoned, because they were not controlled by Tianji Talisman, nor did they serve in the underworld. The ghost of the underworld, but was inspired by the king of all ghost kings, to fight to the death for their king.
The tide of ghosts coming from all directions of the land of Jiuyou made Xie Bian even breathe cautiously. He looked down at the map of the community in his hand, and then looked at Fan Wuyu who was fighting alone. He knew that Fan Wuzhen not only It is just fighting against thousands of ghosts with one person's power, and at the same time fighting against the erosion of his mind by the secret talisman. This battle is probably even more brutal than the Fengdu War a hundred years ago.
They are the last line of defense in the world of ghosts. If they lose, Jiang Tulian, a lunatic, will definitely do evil that will harm the three realms. They must defeat Jiang Tulian!
Xie Bian took a deep breath, and slowly unfolded the scroll in his hand. On the blank plain silk, the topography and landforms around the underworld slowly emerged, and he also poured a lot of spiritual power into it.
"Brother." Fan Wuxi shouted, "Don't forget what you promised me!"
Xie Bi'an glanced at Fan Wuxi from afar, nodded imperceptibly, parted his red lips lightly, and said in a low voice, "The First Ancestor of the Universe, open the sky with one painting."
There was a loud bang, the earth trembled, and the towering Luofeng Mountain trembled slightly. Stone walls were pulled out, and a city wall was erected around the Hades! The city wall was made of rough earth and stones, more than Zhang Zhang high, stretching for several miles, facing the land of Jiuyou, and resisting the army of ghosts attacking like locusts.
This astonishing scene shocked everyone present. They naturally knew what the ancient Shenshenbao could do, but they underestimated what Bian could do. This move greatly changed the landscape for several miles around. Such a spiritual power consumption Can a mortal body bear it? !
Xie Bian felt spiritual power flowing out of his body like a flood, rushing towards the map of Shanhe Sheji. He couldn't hold it for long, but he would definitely hold it to his limit.
Fan Wuxi looked at Jie Bian's instantly pale face and was very anxious. He said in a deep voice, "Brother, I will make a quick decision."
Jiang Qulian laughed and said, "Aren't you afraid to squeeze out your precious golden core? It's such a waste, why don't you give it to me."
Xie Bian saw that the army of ghosts was temporarily blocked outside the city wall. He knew that the wall would not last long.
Fan Wushi manipulated the ghost willows to attack Jiang for pity. The hundred and ten willow branches continued to grow and thicken, and finally turned into spirit dragons, attacking from all directions.
Jiang Qulian's two ghost claws crossed each other, and dozens of willow branches broke into several pieces before his eyes, but there were still others coming from behind and below, pressing every step of the way without leaving any gaps. One of his The feet are entwined with willow branches, and the body is dragged to the ground.
Jiang Qulian cut off the willow branches on his feet, turned into a cloud of red mist and hid behind him, but he immediately felt a sharp murderous aura from his vest. His body fell straight to the ground.
A string of blood beads floated on the Junlan sword. Xie Bian, who had been waiting for an opportunity behind Guiliu, gave Jiang Qulian an epee. If he held a soul weapon like his master's Qingfeng sword, This sword is likely to make Jiang Qulian completely lose the ability to resist.
Jiang Qulian rolled to the ground, and Fan Wushi controlled the ghost willow to chase after him, wrapping around his waist and limbs crazily. He cut off one end, but the other end followed his body and climbed up. The circle is tied, the red clothes and green leaves have an untimely poetic flavor.
Xie Bian was out of breath, and the exhaustion of his spiritual power had already begun to make him feel tired. Looking into the distance, more and more ghost people were climbing over the city wall created out of thin air by Shejitu and rushing towards their ghost king.
Fan Wuzhen was also having a hard time. Controlling this ghost willow was no less than controlling thousands of troops. His pupils were already covered with veins of black blood, and the black death aura surrounded him like a cloud of fog. He relied on willpower to Suppressing inner demons, but the more he fights, the more he consumes, the more he consumes, the more he relies on the secret talisman, and the closer he is to falling, he is no longer the eldest son Xiao who can wantonly go crazy, he wants to make his elder brother feel at ease.
Jiang Qulian was hoisted high by the ghost willow, Xie Bian didn't dare to delay even a moment, took out the infinite blue, and took Jiang Qulian's Tianling cover directly. He poured a lot of spiritual power into this blow, as long as he hit the ghost's Tianling Gai with a soul weapon, he would be seriously injured, reincarnated as a cripple, or even scattered.
Jiang Qulian struggled, and with a loud cry, the ghost willows that bound him shattered into thousands of pieces in an instant, and he turned into a cloud of red mist, and escaped just before the soul-suppressing battle fell.
Xie Bian swayed slightly, feeling tired and vain. His spiritual power was consumed too much and too fast, and he might only have one chance to hit hard.
He looked at Fan Wuxi, the eyes of the two met in mid-air, without words or passwords, the tacit understanding between the two worlds allowed them to immediately understand each other's thoughts, and they cooperated seamlessly.
Hundreds of millions of willows trembled in unison, making endless rustling noises. The ghost soldiers and generals trapped in the dense forest could not escape, and they fought desperately with the ghost willows, and a few fresh branches grew out of the trunk of the ghost willows. All the willows on the branches grow upwards at the same time, one after another, weaving a net in the sky, specially designed to hunt the erratic ghost king in red.
Jiang Qulian kept shuttling and fleeing among the ghost willows, cutting off countless willow branches wherever the ghost's claws reached, trying to carve out a way for himself in the airtight attack.
But ahead of this road, Jie Bian is still waiting.
The sword energy of Junlan Sword swept across, attacking Jiang Qulian's vital points. Jiang Qulian's speed was as fast as lightning. When he retreated, he was hit by two swords again. The blood was dripping on the red clothes, and he was integrated into one body. At first glance, it seemed that he was not seriously injured, but his increasingly gloomy face and sluggish movement already showed his decline.
Fan Wuzhen and Xie Bian pursued and fought fiercely, vowing to end the battle quickly.
Jiang Qulian was chased to heaven and earth by the ghost willow, and his army of ghosts was blocked by the city wall and could not come to help. It was like fighting two ancient gods at the same time. Even with hundreds of years of cultivation, it was difficult to save the defeat. With one careless step, he was wrapped around his ankle by ghost willows, and with only a delay, ghost willows attacked overwhelmingly, entangled him again in the blink of an eye, and he had no strength to break free.
Xie Bian was also at the end of his strength, holding Infinity Bi tightly with trembling hands, he let out a soft screech, and flew up, facing the red-clothed ghost king's vicious eyes full of hatred and unwillingness, and smashed his sky cap.
At the very moment, with a crisp "ding", Wu Wubi was stopped by a long sword shining with cold silver light.
Xie Bian's eyes were a little dazed, and he couldn't see the person's face clearly for a while, but he still recognized the person through his clothes: "Brother Lan?!"
The one who blocked Infinity Bi's fatal blow was none other than Lan Chuihan.
Jiang Qulian raised his head in surprise, and looked at Lan Chuihan's back in disbelief.
Lan Chuihan is tall and strong, with clear eyes, and he doesn't have the haggard appearance when he was just rescued from hell. He seems to be the number one prince in the world in his heyday, but his eyes have changed, becoming deep and cold.
Jie Bian came back to his senses and said angrily, "Do you know what you are doing!"
Lan Chuihan didn't look back at Jiang Qulian, even though he could feel the burning gaze behind him, he said in a deep voice, "Bian, let me deal with him."
"What are you going to do with him?" Xie Bi'an said coldly, "He has only two destinations, first, his soul is scattered, and second, he goes to hell."
"He and I still have unfinished business."
"What kind of grievances and hatreds there are between you are not the reason for you to save him." Xie Bian gritted his teeth and said, "He killed my master, killed countless people, and caused chaos in the world of humans and ghosts. He must die. "
Jiang Qulian laughed softly: "Which show are you acting in? Lan Chuihan, or should I call you Lan Jiang?"
Lan Chuihan paused, but still didn't turn around.
"Why, six hundred years have passed, you and I have been reincarnated, and you still don't look at me? Is it because you disdain, because you don't want to, or because you don't dare?"
"..." Lan Chuihan turned around slowly, he stared at Jiang Qulian with complicated emotions in his eyes.
"Hahahahaha... Does it look good? Does our appearance look good?"
Lan Chuihan whispered: "Why are you bothering?"
"'Why bother'? I also want to know, why am I bothering. Jiang Qulian stared into Lan Chuihan's eyes, "What about you, why did you save me today? It's not because you slept with me, right?" . "
Lan Chuihan sighed lightly: "I don't want you to become like this, don't make the same mistakes again and again."
Jiang Qulian continued to laugh, couldn't stop laughing, laughed more and more madly, tears fell from his eyes, the blood on his body kept oozing out of the ghost willows that entwined him layer by layer, dyeing the emerald green willow branches red, His eyes were also stained red, his face was gradually distorted, his eyes were bloodshot, he suddenly roared, his yin energy soared, and the haunted ghost willow was shattered into powder this time, the moment he regained his freedom , and rushed towards Lan Chuihan.
Lan Chuihan could obviously dodge, but he forcibly restrained his instinct to avoid danger, and he just stood there. Even Jiang Qulian threw him to the ground, opened his mouth to bite his neck, and tore off a piece of flesh!
Severe pain quickly spread throughout the body, but it was not as good as the colic pain in the ventricle. Lan Chuihan's eyes were sore and swollen. In a little blurred vision, he saw Jiang Qulian's scarlet eyes and ferocious twisted face, as well as such The most primitive hunger of a beast when it sees its prey.
The hungry ghost's true self awakened in Jiang Qulian's body, he lost control, he frantically tore off Lan Chuihan's clothes, his sharp teeth pierced through the white flesh, dripping bright red blood.
Xie Bian tried his last strength to attack Jiang for pity.
Lan Chuihan, however, tightly hugged Jiang Qulian who was eating him, endured the severe pain and flew up, retreating into the distance.
Fan Wuzhen didn't chase after him anymore, he was not interested in Jiang Qulian's fate, and at the same time, he was too busy to take care of himself, Yin Qi invaded his body wantonly, and his pupils were losing the last bit of whiteness.
"Lan Chuihan, are you dying!" Xie Bian was furious, but he was already unable to fight anymore. The topography and landforms on the map of the country disappeared, but the city wall was left there forever. Many ghosts had already climbed over the city wall and approached the Hades. And Fan Wuxi's situation is not optimistic, they really don't have time.
"Don't come here." Lan Chuihan's face was pale, the huge pain eroded his sanity, and he was in a trance for a while, but he quickly calmed down, he raised his hand with difficulty, and stroked Jiang Quliannong With long black hair, he called out tremblingly, "Ayun."
This sentence "Ayun" seemed to have some magical power, which stunned a hungry ghost with only instinctive desires left. He still had half a piece of fresh meat in his mouth, but he stopped biting Lan Chuihan.
"It's not that I haven't seen you, it's not that I don't want to see you, I also remember your name." Lan Chuihan's voice was still trembling, "It's just that in my previous life, I practiced the way of purifying my heart and desires. I no longer have the seven emotions and six desires, so I can't respond to you."
Jiang Yulian's scarlet eyes are full of struggles, his rationality is fighting against the instinct of a hungry ghost, like a clear stream and a muddy stream, whether it washes away its filth, or it defiles its clarity, it doesn't matter At the last moment, the outcome is unpredictable.
In his hundreds of years of practice, only the continuous improvement of his cultivation has enabled him to control hunger, but once he is really hungry, once he loses control, there is absolutely no possibility of waking up before he is full. However, this "Ayun" actually grabbed a trace of his sanity amidst the chaotic desire.
"Ayun, I never want to see you become like this. The real you is not like this. I am also guilty of falling into the realm of hungry ghosts." Lan Chuihan looked at the dazed Jiang Qulian, stretched out his hand, and caressed him. To his cheek, "Enough is enough, stop being evil."
Jiang Qulian miraculously calmed down, the madness in his eyes was slowly fading away, the corners of his mouth were still stained with Lan Chuihan's blood and minced meat, he seemed to be made of blood fusion, blazing red, dazzling red , that bewitching and sinister beauty is frightening and fascinating. Half of his redness came from his own blood. Even though he was only a spirit body, he was already riddled with holes. After losing the support of desire, his body collapsed.
Lan Chuihan hugged him, his heart was full of sorrow. He was a god in his previous life, but he still couldn't comprehend the way of heaven, otherwise he wouldn't have wondered why they had to suffer such a fate.
"I don't believe you." Jiang Qulian coughed up a mouthful of blood and said with difficulty, "You look down on me, you despise me, you once said... everything about me has nothing to do with you."
Lan Chuihan said sadly: "I have never looked down on you, and I have never disliked you." The only young man who disturbed his heart has already lived in his heart.
"You...cough cough..." Jiang Qulian said bitterly, "I have become like this, I have become, a hungry ghost, do you know what a hungry ghost is, a beast that eats everything, why, why did you let me become a hungry ghost."
Lan Chuihan lowered his head deeply, as if unable to face Jiang Qulian's questioning.
"Then why don't you ask why he became a mortal." Cui Jue walked over step by step, looking at these two people, he couldn't help but sigh, "If it wasn't for him, you would have been sent to hell."