shark [rebirth]

The vast and magnificent hall is filled with black mist that cannot be penetrated by sunlight. It seems to be alive, trying to devour all living creatures within reach with great ambition and malice, even the dead souls are unwilling to let go.

Xu Jin is obviously the most favorite "sacrifice" of the Mist of the Demon Sea. His pure and powerful spiritual power and body are a great temptation. When he came back, it was as if a villain recalled the split personality, and they circled around Xu Jin meaningfully together.

Xu Jin is facing the Buddha statue where the black mist originates. The Buddha statue seems to have been grafted with ferocious three heads and six arms. Its compassionate face is lowered, and the billowing black clouds have reshaped a god-killing battle robe for it, staring at Xu Jin eagerly. , glowing with an indescribable evil spirit.

Xu Jin stepped on the black cloud from his calf down. He opened his left arm slightly, and a spiritually transformed Jiaxiu halberd slowly emerged out of thin air in his hand. Its color was as transparent as glass. Also cut iron like mud.

His eyebrows gradually tightened, and there was no impulse in his black eyes, and he was extremely quiet.

He had felt something was wrong since he came in just now, and he kept thinking about it.

The magic sea is not a living thing, it has no consciousness, it is the resentment of millions of years in the world, just like the ruins of a city reassembled, the inside is full of bricks, rubble, bones and ruins, it is the condensation of all dilapidated things made.

It has power, but it has no consciousness of its own, let alone wisdom.

But the black mist of the Demon Sea in front of him made him feel as if a pair of eyes were watching, and there seemed to be many calculations hidden behind those eyes. The Demon Sea seemed to have turned into a vivid monster, and he almost spoke to him.

Xu Jin emitted bright golden light all over his body. The light intertwined and diffused like hair strands. The light emitted by the spiritual power could pass through the magic fog. Neither the black nor the light gold forced the other back. They blended together, silently against.

The drooping eyes of the Buddha statue seemed to lift up for a moment, and looked at Xu Jin coldly and strangely. At that moment, it seemed real and illusory, which made people feel chills down the spine. Finally, the black mist couldn't wait, and the speed of rolling and circling around the Buddha statue suddenly accelerated, like a giant head Dragon-like ferociously bared its teeth and claws to attack head-on!

Xu Jin turned his body sideways, his arms moved quickly and easily, and the halberd twirled in his hand. He let the black dragon hit his head and face, raised his hand and turned around to take advantage of the momentum, and he slashed across the air.

The long halberd was surrounded by thousands of bright lights, and under heavy blows, it came into contact with the incorporeal black dragon. The moment the two collided, the momentum froze and slowed down, releasing a huge explosive power!

Xu Jin withdrew his hands and stood still as if made of fine iron and steel, but the black dragon was severely injured, staggered and rolled on the ground, forming a layer of black clouds, and then quickly swam back around the Buddha statue.This time it seems to have a long memory, and it wanders cautiously.

On the contrary, Xu Jin became even more furious. Doesn't every move of this demon sea seem to be alive!

The twelve-branched lampstand on the table in front of the Buddha statue was hidden in the black mist. Xu Jin caught a few unidentifiable soft noises in the hall. Shi Ru came, and with a wave of his wide sleeves, the green light flashed softly, strangled all the lampstands that had turned into hidden weapons, pushed back, and the sharp twigs of the lampstand shot back to the place entrenched by the demon sea. The place suddenly shattered into dots of blue light.

Wen Ge was surprised: "This thing can still sneak attack?"

Xu Jin: "..."

The ominous conjecture was confirmed by Wen Ge. It seemed that it was indeed not his illusion. The Demon Sea was no longer a dead thing, but a spiritual and intelligent thing like an evil god.

Xu Jin and Wen Ge were separated from each other by a certain distance, and stood in three positions opposite to the Buddha statue in the main hall. Wen Ge thought about it just now and said, "Xu Jin, the sea of ​​demons is not limited to this level, right?"

Xu Jin quietly spread out a large net of spiritual power from under his feet, and said, "Of course, what I see is only half of it, and the other half has not appeared."

The beams of the main hall seemed to be unable to withstand their fighting skills, and there was a long and hoarse cry, and several pieces of wall paintings shattered and fell.

The wailing of beams and pillars is like the old man in the twilight, and there is a trace of clear and pitiful crying in it, like a baby crying. The curtain was lifted and danced, and the atmosphere of the whole hall was strange, like a cold palace full of ghost stories.

Both Xu Jin and Wen Ge heard the cry of the child, and their expressions were not good. The black mist of the demon sea seemed very satisfied, and wandered around the Buddha statue lingeringly for a while, before rushing again with its invisible bloody mouth open.

This time was completely different from the previous test. The screams and cries of countless wronged souls were mixed in the black mist, which almost pierced the eardrums. The black dragon's body changed rapidly, and it actually turned into a black-robed child, wrapped in mist and murderous, pressing down on the top!

Xu Jin's pupils suddenly dilated, and he leaped up to face him furiously, and swung his halberd viciously: "Looking for death!"

Wen Ge pulled out the jade hairpin from his hair and threw it with his hands. Only after seeing the little devil boy's appearance did he understand where Xu Jin's unprovoked anger came from - Mo Hai turned into a little doll version of Pei Heng!

The sharp front end of Jiaxiu's halberd rushed out countless golden threads, entangled the "little Peiheng" with a strange smile in the magic mist, and annihilated him invisible.But the remaining part of the magic mist was unstoppable, Wen Ge took great effort to suppress it, and the whole hall was already crumbling.

Wen Ge secretly sighed, it was for Pei Heng's sake, whether or not he would just slash violently.

This is the true power of the Demon Sea, and it only appeared halfway today.

Xu Jin flipped over halfway in the air and landed steadily, shouldering the halberd across his shoulders, staring at the black dragon impatiently, obviously out of anger, his black eyes were so cold that he was about to throw a knife.

"You can't hit hard." Wen Ge said in a low voice, "Calm down, that thing can transform into the appearance of a prince, maybe..."

Xu Jin nodded slightly, his face turned colder, he knew what Wen Ge meant.

Mo Hai chose to transform into Pei Heng's appearance, not necessarily because he knew Xu Jin's weakness, but because it might have something to do with Pei Heng's lost soul.

From the very beginning to the end, the word "swallow" was used in the sea of ​​magic. Could it be that Pei Heng's soul happened to be among the countless undead souls that were swallowed?

The more Xu Jin thought about it, the more annoyed he became, but he had to restrain himself, his knuckles turning white while holding the halberd.

At this moment, only by hugging Pei Heng and kissing him can he calm down his anger.

Mo Hai stubbornly turned into a little boy again, with his lower body hidden in the mist, smiling triumphantly and coldly.

Xu Jin gestured to Wen Ge calmly, and the two backed away slowly.

Pei Heng and Lu Juanqing rode their horses straight out of the square in front of the palace. The guards of the inner palace gate saw them and pushed the heavy palace gate open. The two galloped past, and the palace gate closed again immediately.

Just as the outer palace gate was breached, the rebels charged in with their knives, Lu Juanqing shouted in a low voice, "Where is the guard of the third palace?"

"Here!" Three hundred well-dressed warriors stationed outside the palace gate, forming the last line of defense of the palace. They are the blades of the empire, the ultimate blade.

Lu Juanqing slowly drew out her sword: "You will guard the gate of the palace with me, and you will never die today. The rebels are determined not to step into the palace!"

Three hundred warriors were sitting on horseback, all tall and handsome, they were ready to go, and they shouted in a low voice: "Follow the general's order!"

Pei Heng clasped his fists at Lu Juanqing, and the two of them looked at each other for a moment to know what each other meant. Pei Heng rode his horse straight out of the siege and galloped out of the palace.

He fought an unstoppable bloody road along the way, and it was as if he had entered an uninhabited land among the thousands of troops. All he saw along the way was the Huaiyin army who led the way. As soon as the Yanyun army entered the royal city, they dispersed. On the street, after passing the fork, a group of soldiers turned their horses' heads and disappeared, like sea water pouring into every square and alley in the city.

After Pei Heng left the palace, he immediately turned and rushed into the side street. After going around a few alleys, he returned to the main street. It was the position of the rebel army in the middle. To, everyone's blood is boiling.

"My lord!"

Someone shouted directly: "General!"

Pei Heng reined in fiercely, stabbed a rebel soldier to death on horseback, and smiled at the old subordinates: "Don't be distracted."

Some of the rebels also recognized Pei Heng, and the Huaiyin army was a little uneasy. Seeing him descending from the sky, they unconsciously backed out of a small circle of open space, and no one came forward for a while.

Pei Heng stationed his horse in the middle army, glanced around, and fixed his eyes on Yan Yunjun who gathered from the streets and alleys.

A general of the Yanyun army couldn't help but startled when he saw him. Pei Heng didn't give him a chance to react, and asked, "What did Lord Hou tell you to do? Did you ask you to kill the king?"

The general subconsciously shook his head, his face was a little embarrassed, and he hesitated to draw his sword, but Pei Heng's eyes seemed to be so heavy that he couldn't lift his hand.

"You can do it yourself!" Pei Heng said coldly.

The general was sweating coldly on his back. The Huaiyin army was fighting fiercely at the front, but he didn't know what was going on behind him. Pei Heng disturbed the middle formation, and they all looked at the rebellious Yan Yun army suspiciously, but Pei Heng turned his head and shook the reins and left. .

Yan Yunjun paddled slowly, did not kill a few on either side, as if to watch the excitement, his attitude was very similar to Yan Yunhou himself's usual sloppy posture, he really deserved to be a soldier following the general, at first glance it was The Huaiyin Army asked angrily, "What are you guys going to do!"

Pei Heng and Shen Zhan met, quickly gave several orders, and then galloped all the way back to the palace gate.

This time he was facing King Huaiyuan, the Twelfth Emperor's nephew was covered in blood, his eyes were covered with a fierce light, he looked at Pei Heng coldly, but Pei Heng only looked at him for a short moment, After all, he didn't say anything, passed by, and the horse's hooves flew into the palace.

He stationed his horse under the tower in front of the imperial palace, and Marquis Yan Yun came back after killing him, the long sword in his hand was condescendingly on Cao Zhixing's neck.

"How many do you want to kill?" Pei Heng asked.

Yan Yunhou turned his head to the side, smiled, and drew a blood bead on the edge of the sword: "Three or five, isn't it too much?"

Pei Heng took a glance and saw a few courtiers kneeling in a corner, their heads bowed and their backs turned to this place. Ten steps away was the battle formation between the rebels and the three armies. They didn't know what they were going to face, and their backs were trembling.

"Lynching." Pei Heng took a few steps off his horse, "Two second ranks, three third ranks."

Marquis Yanyun pointed at Mr. Cao with a sword, and said: "Your deceitful king, cholera is at the fore, and the mountains and rivers are devastated. Mr. Cao's ability to take the lead in admonishing is really unforgettable for this Marquis."

He said to Pei Heng: "Back then, my two lieutenants were in their early twenties. If they lived to this day, they would all be good ministers who could guard a territory. Do you remember their names?"

The massacre of thousands of troops a few steps away seems to be unheard of here.

Pei Heng was silent for a moment, and compared him with "four".

Then the empty horse passed through the battle formation, took a bow and a feather arrow at random, and went to the front of the outer palace to look in the direction of King Huaiyuan.

Marquis Yan Yun smiled, raised his knife and slashed down, killed four courtiers in a row, threw the last one back into the hands of the city guard, and went up the tower without looking back.

King Huaiyuan yelled: "Kill me! The first 100 people who enter the palace will be rewarded with a reward!"

The Yanyun army quietly came outside the palace and fought against the three armies back to back with the Huaiyin army.

But there was a sound of golden drums on the city tower, and the whole smoky world seemed to be strangely quiet for a moment, and then everyone saw the Yan Yun army, who was held by armor, slowly pouring in like a tide—they suddenly separated from the rebels. Draw a clear line, swing the knife, and turn to kill the "Alliance".

King Huaiyuan was stunned for a moment, and swayed on his horse. He looked up and saw Marquis Yan Yun, his eyes were almost bloodshot, but he suddenly felt something.

King Huaiyuan turned his head, looked past the killing sounds, and saw Pei Heng who was quietly watching him on the horseback.

His Nine Emperor Uncle didn't wear any armor, and was dressed in a frost-colored robe as usual.

Pei Heng moved his mouth, and the shape of his mouth seemed to call "Little Twelve". Then he raised his hand and bowed, and the cold arrow clusters separated their sight.

King Huaiyuan was shocked, time seemed to stop, everything he saw slowed down, the sound disappeared, he fell from his horse and fell to the ground.

"Prince Huaiyuan is dead! The rebels haven't returned yet!"

"Dismount! Surrender!"

The Huaiyin army finally surrendered and surrendered. The inner palace door slowly opened, and the sound of gold and iron still echoed in my ears.

Pei Heng raised his head and looked at Yan Yunhou on the tower. Yan Yunhou's expression suddenly changed. He looked at the distant palace with a slightly shocked expression.

Pei Heng then turned around, and saw Xu Jin and Wen Ge driving two cyan unicorns to the square in front of the palace. Behind them were endless black clouds, and at the front of the black clouds was a dragon, and there was a black robe on the back of the dragon. child.

Both Pei Heng and Yan Yunhou, who had better eyesight than the other, could clearly see that the child was exactly seven or eight years old.

Pei Heng: "..."

Xu Jin turned over from the back of the cyan unicorn and jumped down. When he was in mid-air, his eyes were fixed on Pei Heng, and he shouted at Pei Heng from afar: "Cheng Yin, come here!"

Before Pei Heng left, Xu Jin brought him to her side with spiritual power, hugged him and landed firmly, the two looked up at the black dragon and the demon boy, Xu Jin whispered in his ear: "Chengyin, you Was it prettier than this when you were young?"