East China Sea dust

Chapter 113

The high priest was so angry that he forgot for a moment that he was still supplying spiritual power to the altar, and couldn't help waving his staff and roaring, "Stop them!"

However, at the moment of his movement, the white chain connected to the golden nanzhu on the staff immediately turned into flashing lightning and struck down, leaving dozens of scorched black scars on the old man's wrinkled skin.

The priest's knees went limp and he fell to the ground, and the staff was thrown out of his hand as a result, rolling all the way down to the altar.He cried out in pain and covered his heart, a black blood stain oozing from the corner of his mouth.

Standing on the edge of the cliff, the white-robed messenger was forced back a few steps by the thunder and lightning, unable to move forward. Finally, he could only watch helplessly as the boy who suddenly appeared and the sacrifice jumped down from the edge of the cliff.

... The feeling of falling from a high place is not very good. Looking at the muddy water below, Zhang Qinglan slowly lowered her eyelashes.

"Ao Zhan" in his arms was stiff all over, his chest was soaked in thick blood, his side face was pressed against his neck coldly, motionless.

The body under the palms seemed to become thinner and more fragile. Realizing this, Zhang Qinglan couldn't help tightening her hands around the man's back.

There is the whistling wind, and the thunder and lightning that are almost indistinct in the distance... The moment he fell into the deep sea, all the noise disappeared immediately.

The salty sea water is bitingly cold, and at the same time it isolates the turmoil of the rain in the sky, it also soaks through with a sense of suffocation.

In an instant, the thick and viscous blood turned into a blindfolded blood mist at the wound on his chest, covering Zhang Qinglan's reddened eye sockets as if in full bloom.

He tightly grasped Ao Zhan's wrist and hugged him firmly into his arms.The waves of the water flowed, and the ends of the long ink-colored hair of the two people floating in the water floated and scattered, and became tangled.

A hundred years of long time overlapped at this moment, and the deep pain finally revealed its original shape, tearing bloody wounds on the heart that seemed to have scabbed over.

The young man drooped his eyelashes, and drew out the three daggers that had sunk into Ao Zhan's chest, aiming the blades at his heart again.

Amidst the ups and downs of the deep sea, Zhang Qinglan looked calm, stretched out her hand to hold the side of the man's face, and then kissed the corner of his lips, the tip of her tongue gently outlined the outline of the lips, but what she tasted was the salty and bitter sea water.

With lips and tongue intertwined, the young man whispered: "...don't be afraid."

The tip of the knife sank into the flesh without a sound.

……

A gust of wind blew away all the black mist lingering on the rugged mountain. In the bright daylight, 28 vermilion lacquer columns stood on it, pointing directly at the sky.

The two figures fell straight down from the edge of the altar, and in the process of falling rapidly, they actually directly penetrated the mountain protection formation and fell to the outside of the abyss of fire.

Beyond the peak is a deep ravine, in which the viscous cyan-purple poisonous mist is rushing and mighty, and the mountain wind is whistling, like a bloody mouth, waiting for a rabbit under the deep stream.

At this time, the mountain wall surrounded by poisonous miasma cracked countless gaps, the soil peeled off, the gravel and sand rushed all the way down, fell into the abyss, and then disappeared without a trace, raising waves of scattered dust in midair.

After a moment of earth shaking, the muffled rumble seemed to come from the sky. Although it was not harsh, it hit the heart of the eardrum, bringing out bursts of suffocating suppression.

Just when the two were about to fall into a poisonous miasma of devouring people!I only heard a dragon chant resounding through the entire valley——

A red shadow flew over, swept the two people away from the poisonous mist in an instant, the dragon's tail swung slightly, and the crimson energy immediately wrapped around the waist like a small whirlwind, throwing people away from the edge of being submerged in the poisonous mist.

The energy controlled by Chilong's thoughts protected them from flying up, squeezed hard before the crack completely closed, and sent Zhang Qinglan and Ao Zhan into the abyss of Lihuo.

The dense black-feathered walking corpses that had been following the red dragon's tail took this opportunity to catch up and rushed towards the dragon's body.

Ao Dingbo swung the dragon's tail, let out a roar, and spit out flames from his mouth, immediately burning dozens of walking corpses closest to him to ashes.

Repelling many walking corpses, Ao Dingbo didn't want to fight at all, but at the moment when he flew upwards and was about to follow Ao Zhan, an arrow suddenly passed by his ear, and the tip of the arrow slammed against the hard surface. The dragon scales made a piercing loud noise.

The red dragon raised his neck and screamed, turned around and turned around for a moment, only then did he find the monk floating in the air behind him.

Xuanlan was wearing a light brown cassock, with her palms on her chest, the corners of her lips slightly curled up, showing no sign of fear. She stared at the giant dragon in front of her and said softly, "Please benefactor, please stay."

"Your opponent...is me."

***

Back on the altar at the top of the peak, the cold wind swept away all the black mist floating in the seven orifices.

Zhang Qinglan slowly opened her eyes, frowned and looked at the crimson spiritual power around her waist, as if she had finally recovered from the drowsy dream, and her eyes became clear.

Couldn't help but clenched the hands of the two, Zhang Qinglan then knelt down on one knee, supported Ao Zhan's shoulders and laid him down, half-sitting on the blue brick and stone slab.

Ao Zhan is still awake, his brows are tightly furrowed, his eyelashes tremble slightly, and his eyes are stained with a thin layer of blue and black, as if he is immersed in some bad memories.

When the young man saw this, his movements froze for a moment, and his clenched fingertips sank into his palm, causing a tingling pain.

That illusion was specially prepared by Zhang Ningyue for them.

Ao Zhan has not yet woken up from a coma. Since he inhaled the black mist like him, the bloody truth that the other party saw in the dream naturally cannot be concealed or hidden.

Even now that he knows that Ao Zhan was just entering the world to cross the tribulation and temper his Taoism, Zhang Qinglan still feels ashamed after all.

All the disasters caused by him are caused by him, and now, let him do it himself.

The sharp pain from the dagger piercing his heart seemed to strike again. Zhang Qinglan closed her eyes forcefully, stroked the dragon horn on the man's forehead with her fingertips, and sighed.

More than three hundred years seem like a big dream... There are so many disturbances in the world, but now there is always an end.

He let go of his hand, letting Ao Zhan lean his back against a standing stone.Immediately, he stood up and pinched out a few fingers with both hands.

The red light under the collar flashed, and in the blink of an eye, the young man held a long black sword in his hand.

There is a flat bluestone ground in front of my eyes, and now the thick white mist that lingered on the top of the mountain is no longer there, and everything is exposed to the bright white sunlight, with nothing hidden.

As the young man slowly approached the altar in the middle of the empty high platform, the tip of the long sword in his hand slashed across the bricks and stones, making a piercing long sound: "..."

The black pupils seemed to be a deep pool, Zhang Qinglan stood in front of the altar calmly and said coldly: "Second sister, come out."

The breeze passed by, and no one answered.

Seeing that there was no response, the young man immediately bit the tip of his tongue cruelly, then stood the long sword upright in front of his eyes, and sprayed a mouthful of blood from the tip of his tongue on the sword.

The black long sword seemed to have a spirit. After being stained with blood, it could not stop buzzing and vibrating, sending out bursts of voiceless and long whistles.

Zhang Qinglan tapped the ground with her toes, and her whole body lightened, and she immediately rose into the air, her whole body was full of momentum, her clothes fluttered, and she was hunting in the midair.

Clasping the hilt of the sword with both hands and holding it high above the head, the young man's expression became serious, and the long sword slashed down towards the altar in front of him!

Driven by spiritual power, the blade of the sword glowed with dazzling golden lights. Immediately with the slashing movement, the frightening vigor was stimulated, and it violently attacked the bronze tripod in the middle of the altar!

The sword energy was like waves, and it was about to break the wooden pillar in front of the copper tripod——

When the golden light with violent spiritual power was more than two feet away from the copper tripod, five black crows condensed with qi flew out of the diagonal, and hit the golden light one after another, dispelling all the spiritual power on the sword qi devour.

When the last black crow dissipated, the original fierce sword force also disappeared.

"Crack, crack, crack." After the bronze tripod came a few casual high-fives, and a slender figure finally walked out of the shadows, half sarcasm and half teasing: "You really deserve to be my good brother."

Zhang Qinglan landed lightly, put the long sword behind her backhand, looked at the person in front of her, and said after a moment of silence: "Second Sister."

Zhang Ningyue paused in her footsteps, and the silver bell hairpin on her temples shook a few times, making a few small crisp sounds.She looked at Zhang Qinglan almost infatuatedly: "Alan, you are awake."

"How is it, the 'Soul Dream' that my sister worked so hard to get," the woman stroked the silver bracelet on her wrist a few times, and said with a smile, "How does it taste?"

Because of Zhang Ningyue's words, the scene of Ao Zhan kneeling in front of her covered in blood seemed to reappear before her eyes.

Zhang Qinglan frowned, pursed her lips in silence, and clenched the long sword in her hand.

Zhang Ningyue did not let him go because of this, she walked forward a few steps, glanced behind the young man out of the corner of her eye, and pointed to something: "Alan, guess, when that green dragon wakes up from its soul dream... What's wrong with you?"

As she spoke, she approached Zhang Qinglan's direction, and the silver bells on her body rang without rhythm, which made people feel agitated for no reason: "After all, he should have left before the heavenly sacrifice ceremony, but in the end Because you are on the altar."

Hearing this, Zhang Qinglan's eyes darkened, the black long sword buzzed because of this, and her tone became more indifferent: "Zhang Ningyue, why are you taking so much trouble?"

As if stimulated by the young man's questioning tone, Zhang Ningyue's expression changed drastically, countless black mist billowed up all over her body, and her voice suddenly became sharp: "Okay, sister, let you know, what is the reason I have prepared so much for What!"

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Ningyue took a big step backwards, and finally landed next to the bronze tripod. It was a secret mechanism that directly stretched out her hand to cover the front of the bronze tripod.

Zhang Qinglan felt bad, and immediately followed her, trying to stop her from continuing to move.

At the moment when the long sword scraped across the surface of the mechanism, Zhang Ningyue's face curled up with a strange arc: "It's too late."

Then with five fingers, press down the whole organ, making a muffled "click".

The 28 pillars made of golden nanmu trembled continuously!There were bursts of loud noises that were as loud as the earth cracked and the sky collapsed!

——At that time, I saw that the ground within two feet of the surrounding pillars had collapsed one after another, revealing deep ravines like cracks underneath.

Soon, strips of light blue translucent living souls sprang out from those dark gaps, like long snakes, coiled around the surface of the wooden pillar inlaid with gold and jade.

The aftershocks did not stop, and within a short time, earth bags were raised one after another from the ground, stacked at the feet of the golden thread and wooden pillars.

After taking a closer look, I realized that there was a comatose living person half-covered under the dirt bag!There were hundreds of people, men, women and children, all of whom were scarred and extremely weak.

Zhang Qinglan's sharp eyes saw a thin boy with a familiar face in the corner, curled up with his knees hugged, his face pale, his eyes closed, but he never forgot "sister".

Zhang Ningyue looked at the tragic scene on the altar with satisfaction, she flew up, stood lightly on the bronze tripod, looked up to the sky and laughed: "As long as today's sacrifice is completed, Jinyang will be able to return to the yang world, and my people in Jinyang will be able to return to the world again." Into reincarnation."

"What about the real dragon? I want him Ao Zhan... blood, debt, blood, repayment!"