Chapter 799: Chapter 639: When Your Soul Returns to the Underworld, Treat to a Cup of Crimson Candle Wedding Wine
It’s like the mottled corpse spots left after the passage of extre cold, similar to the frost and snow that have long settled on the stone platform.
He couldn’t feel any pain in his body, yet he sensed a cold and deathly stillness rapidly spreading within, Feng Ju’s eyes were slightly vacant, and a feeling of desolate powerlessness arose in his heart. He lowered his head to look at his own palms, noticing how the skin and lines had beco extrely thin and transparent, the white bones beneath the flesh clearly visible, as if a gentle breeze could disperse them.
Like the straw that broke the cal’s back, Yin Baishuang gently patted little Shou’s head, sending it back into the small coffin, then swung her sword again.
The sword’s wind roared, like a giant scythe harvesting straw, the wild grass sprawling over the lakeside was severed and swept away. Struck by the Sword Qi, Feng Ju was like a great wind sweeping past, his newly healed flesh and skin like tattered clouds and fallen leaves caught by the gust, leaving not an inch behind, only a withered skeleton remained.
Two eyeballs fell from their sockets, sliding down the cheekbones and hitting the ground, Feng Ju emitted a painful low rasp from his mouth, his knees buckled, collapsing to the ground, looking utterly desolate.
That’s when a breeze carried the clear, brittle voice of the woman in red.
“If you’re not convinced, hold it in.”
Feng Ju could no longer endure it, with a puff, a torrent of fresh blood gushed from his skeletal eye sockets, nose, and mouth, soaking his clothes, staining the old soil red.
His whole body’s bones creaked from restraint, Ghost Fire reassembled in his eye sockets, jumping nacingly: “You can’t kill !”
Yin Baishuang’s laughter was piercing: “But I can make your life worse than death.”
Feng Ju roared furiously: “The Netherworld Dragon returns for revenge upon the world, today this land of earth veins and mountains will be your burial ground!”
The red garnt flared up like flas, Yin Baishuang gazed coolly at the lava fire swallowing darkness in the distance, its montum not the least bit inferior to the eruption of a hundred thousand volcanoes. Even for an Immortal, it would undoubtedly be a cataclysm.
Feng Ju lay on the ground, coldly laughing: “It seems the Taixuan Sect’s genius girl doesn’t have much ti left, even if she wishes to sacrifice herself, dissolve her soul to purify the source of Demonic Qi, it’s a pity, she will only be crushed into fragnts by the incoming Netherworld Dragon, decaying into dust along with this Lianhua, never to be reborn!”
Rustle…
Rustle…
Rustle…
Amid the world engulfed by the sky-tilting sea of fire, countless black ghostly hands crawled rapidly like insects across sand, crushing everything and madly attacking where there’s any sign of life.
These black ghostly hands, able to traverse unhard through the searing fire boiled by Dragon Breath, all had the cultivation strength comparable to the Tribulation Realm.
This was, indeed, the truly terrifying aspect of the Malevolent Spirits sealed beneath the demonic earth, far from the worldly dust.
Yin Baishuang’s deanor was solemn, not expecting those ghastly things to co so quickly.
The malevolent spirits buried beneath demonic land were far more difficult to deal with compared to Feng Ju.
Even more terrifying was that ominous sea of fire, even with the protection of the Ying Dragon’s ancestor, it was feared that her body could not last the duration of a single incense stick in the fiery magma.
She looked towards the depth of the lotus where the woman she hated for over two hundred years was, knowing that retreating now would be absolutely safe for her.
Moreover, there was not much ti left for Su Jing to purify and seal the Netherworld Soil.
Taking a deep breath, Yin Baishuang prepared herself psychologically for a fight to the death.
Raising her red sleeve lightly, Thunder Light Tribulation Fire blood on her sleeve.
At the sa ti, her pale pink lips gradually shed their color, her already fair skin, once akin to beautiful jade, in this second bloom of Heavenly Tribulation, gradually took on the paleness and frailness of gauzy moonlight.
Between her delicate brows, a crimson lightning scar slowly splits apart.
Within her indifferent eyes, a hint of indescribable pain faintly erges.
Upon seeing this, Feng Ju couldn’t help but be greatly shocked; the ghost fire within his eye socket blazes and leaps: “So, it’s not because you didn’t want to beco an Immortal two hundred years ago, but due to the Heart Demon Oath! You swore a Heart Demon Oath and violated the vow! Therefore, your Heavenly Tribulation is even more terrifying and powerful than that of the thousand-year Immortals, which is why you couldn’t beco an Immortal two hundred years ago!”
He laughs sinisterly: “No wonder, no wonder! Were it not for this mont of desperation, you would never have initiated the tribulation to transcend it! It’s rely the light of a fleeting moon, but the cost of today’s tribulation crossing might be sothing even your father Yin Dufeng cannot resolve! Hahaha!!!”
“Noisy!” Yin Baishuang snorted coldly, her sleeves fluttering up, as the tribulation of Thunder Swallow Hidden Sleeve was about to burst forth.
If she had to undergo two Heavenly Tribulations consecutively today, she truly didn’t know what her body would transform into.
Suddenly, amidst the sound of shattering ice, a hand erges through flowers and leaves, fingertips still damp with unlted frost and snow, making the hand appear overly white and beautiful.
The slick, icy fingers climb onto the large red sleeve, grasping tightly her slender wrist bone, palms seeming to contain a strange power, actually hiding the lightning tribulation entirely beneath her palm.
Yin Baishuang turned around in surprise, brows knitted with a scarlet pattern, and saw the cold woman covered in a scent of lotus fragrance and cold dew, looking at her with ink-clear eyes, as snowflakes seed to drift in her black and white pupils.
The other person silently presses down her raised arm, saying quietly: “There’s no need for this.”
At this mont, Su Jing had just returned to consciousness, still enveloped by unlted frost and cold, strands of frosty snow sprinkled in her dark and soft tresses, accentuating her jade-like appearance, pure and clear as snow.
Yin Baishuang also stared fixedly at Su Jing, undisguised disgust slowly surfacing in her almond-shaped eyes, she shook off her hand, and said coldly: “You truly are arrogant to the extre, even under the Soul Dissolution technique, you dared leave half a soul in that Netherworld soil, aren’t you afraid of becoming assimilated into a malevolent spirit?”
Su Jing shook her head, saying: “The demonic Qi of the Netherworld soil is hard to dissipate, it’s not a task that can be accomplished overnight.”
Yin Baishuang sneered slightly: “Then why did you rush back so quickly? You truly think I would abandon your mortal shell and flee alone?”
Su Jing didn’t heed Yin Baishuang’s mockery, her expression unusually serious: “You cannot undergo the tribulation again.”
Yin Baishuang sneered disdainfully once more, about to speak, but Su Jing lowered her brow, saying: “If you fall, do you want that Ghost Child to once again beco a helpless yin spirit driven by resentnt?”
Yin Baishuang’s pupils shrank sharply, lips pressed tightly together, she spoke no more.
Su Jing’s eyes showed no gratitude, nor compassion, let alone empathy, she stated calmly: “You first deal with the trouble of the Heart Demon Oath within you, since I’ve already awakened, the matters that follow need not trouble you.”
Yin Baishuang narrowed her eyes, clearly not agreeing with this statent.
Su Jing knew she was difficult to deal with, directly resorting to the trump card, her gaze lightly glanced aside, saying: “If you continue, even if you die, the laws of Heaven and Earth will seek to fulfill your oath, and perhaps will conscientiously retrieve the soul of the Young Master of the Ghost Sect, to formally perform a ceremony with you in the underworld, wouldn’t that be nice? The You Dynasty has always had broad connections, at that ti, it wouldn’t be difficult for to request a couple of celebratory drinks.”
Su Jing was always terse, whenever her words strung together like beads, it was mostly to pierce the heart and draw blood.
Yin Baishuang’s eyelids twitched visibly, clearly provoked on her sensitive spot, she said coldly, with a face that was chilling: “Since you want to take on this disaster, I’m certainly following you, if unfortunately, I lose my life in a sea of fire, I won’t bother to fetch your corpse and bring it back to the Taixuan Sect.”
Finished speaking, she didn’t wish to hear Su Jing’s voice any longer, forming a sword technique with her hands, she pointed to her brow, the scarlet cracks began to heal and close, anwhile, a tide of drowsiness overwheld her, and Yin Baishuang’s body weakened, passing out.
Without care, Su Jing stepped back half a step, allowing Yin Baishuang to fall face-first onto the icy lake surface, she called forth the Emotion Slayer Sword, laying it horizontally on her chest, the faint sword fire envelops in a barrier’s mysterious light, protecting her within.
White clothes and dark hair fluttered with the wind.
Her cold gaze gazed distantly towards the approaching blazing magma, and in those eyes, deep like still water, slowly erged two burning white lotuses…
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