Chapter 691 A Hero Saves a Beauty

The Soul Burial Mirror was suspended in the sky, spinning and turning into a size of several feet in the blink of an eye.

Master Li's old eyes under the dark circles showed a resolute look. He pinched out a strange spell with one hand, and a golden ghost face of only an inch in size appeared on his fingertips.

Then he poked the acupoint on his chest with one hand.

Puff! A flash of blood flashed, and the finger force was like a sharp knife, which actually penetrated the heart veins.

The blood-red heart in Master Li's chest was immediately branded with a golden ghost face mark.

The surface of the golden ghost face radiated fine golden runes, piercing Master Li's heart like a golden needle.

With a burst of heart-wrenching pain, Master Li's heart suddenly beat violently under the stimulation of the secret method. The next moment, a torrent of blood rushed into the blood vessels around his body. Then, Master Li's body energy also increased by more than double.

Master Li used the secret method of "self-injury of the heart meridian" to forcibly activate the body. It looked extremely brutal, but few people could do it.

If the power was too great, it would hurt the heart meridian essence. If the power was too small, it would not be able to instantly improve the operation of the body. Only Master Li, who had the ultimate understanding of the "living ghost book", could do this just right.

Even so, this secret method was a very heavy burden on the caster. Every time it was cast, it would probably take more than ten years of life essence.

At the moment, Master Li could no longer care about so much. If he did not join forces with Xu Yang to defeat the Sand Woman on the opposite side, not only would he not be able to save Ning Lin'er, he and Xu Yang would probably not be able to escape the clutches of the Sand Woman.

The soul-stealing technique that the Sand Woman had just applied to Master Li was like uncovering a hundred-year-old scar in Master Li's heart.

He was more convinced of the path of cultivation he was going to take. He wanted to defeat the powerful opponent in front of him and continue to practice the art of the Burial Soul Treasure Mirror to the peak.

He knew that Lan Yu must still be waiting for him in the underworld. He was going to the reincarnation platform in the underworld to personally tell "Lan Yu" that he had never forgotten the promise they made a hundred years ago.

At this moment, Master Li's silver hair stood up like a broom, the veins on his forehead were exposed like earthworms, and his eyes turned into a strange light gold color.

Without stopping for a moment, Master Li opened his mouth and sprayed a light golden essence on the Burial Spirit Treasure Mirror.

In an instant, the surface of the Burial Spirit Treasure Mirror shone brightly, and the four words "Burial Spirit Treasure Mirror" on it emitted a dazzling golden light. The next moment, the font actually twisted.

The font changed, and in a blink of an eye, a golden ghost face the size of a basin was outlined. The face of the golden ghost face was actually four or five points similar to Master Li himself, but much more hideous.

The Burial Spirit Treasure Mirror was originally a very difficult to master ghost secret method. In order to practice this technique, Master Li separated a part of the earth soul, one of the three souls of heaven, earth and man in his own soul, and sealed it in the Burial Spirit Treasure Mirror, and signed a soul contract with the earth soul and the hundred ghosts in the Burial Spirit Treasure Mirror. Since practicing the Burial Soul Treasure Mirror, he has not had a good sleep, and he is disturbed by the ghosts on the Burial Soul Treasure Mirror every day.

It can be said that for more than a hundred years, Master Li has been living with ghosts. Master Li endured pain that ordinary people could not bear for the promise made more than a hundred years ago and for the obsession of finding his beloved Lan Yu again. But compared with the pain in Master Li's heart, these are nothing.

The pain is nothing more than losing a loved one.

Master Li used all his body skills to activate the secret technique of the Burial Soul Treasure Mirror.

"Ghost escapes from the ground and sings!"

The next moment, the golden ghost face on the Burial Soul Treasure Mirror made a special humming tone.

Sighing, sad, miserable...

It was like a hundred years ago, when the "Blue Rain" fell that day, the sobbing sound of the woman's distant back, dripping, dripping, dripping, falling for a hundred years.

Suddenly, a powerful sound wave soul-shaking force was projected from the Burial Soul Treasure Mirror.

The woman of sand on the opposite side was forcibly performing the spiritual communication technique, and the three-headed silver snake was about to emerge from the soul realm channel.

At this moment, the woman of sand suddenly found that her consciousness and the spiritual beast "Three-life Ghost Snake" had lost contact.

"Not good, it's a rare sound wave soul attack technique that can actually cut off my consciousness." The woman of sand's eyes turned red, "Why do I feel the sadness in my heart."

"Buzz".

Without the communication of the woman of sand's consciousness, the spiritual communication technique "Three-life Ghost Snake" came to an abrupt end.

The huge three-headed silver snake retreated back to the soul realm channel with an unwilling look on its face, and the black wind swirled, and the channel disappeared.

Master Li saw that his spell was successful, and his face showed relief. But the next moment, his whole body softened and he almost fell down. He reluctantly took back the Burial Soul Treasure Mirror and sat cross-legged on the spot.

"Don't miss this opportunity."

Seeing this, Xu Yang cast a spell in his hand, and the Qingtan Buddha beads in the sky were like a blue dragon descending from the sky, and they circled around the body of the woman of sand.

"Qingtan is transformed into Buddha, yin and yang are interconnected, the stars in the sky rotate, and the earth is moving..."

Shockingly, the 31st Buddha bead added to the Qingtan Buddha beads flashed and disappeared.

The surface of "Ning Lin'er" body flashed with emerald green light, and a section of green Qingtan branches and leaves appeared. The fairy patterns on the surface of the Qingtan branches and leaves flowed, and the light was gorgeous.

The magical thing is that the section of Qingtan fairy branch actually sank into Ning Lin'er's body and blood like blood.

Ning Lin'er's blood flowed with pale blue sacred light. After a moment, under the cleansing of this Qingtan fairy branch, there were pale blue Buddha runes on the surface of her bones. At this moment, Ning Lin'er's originally black long hair also turned pale blue.

Ning Lin'er's body has already transformed into the Qingtan Buddha.

The soul of the woman of sand suddenly felt a strong repulsive force.

"This is impossible. The grade of this power is so high. Is it the power of immortals?" The woman of sand was surprised.

"Puff".

In the rolling of a large ball of silver sand, the soul of the woman of sand was completely forced to withdraw from Ning Lin'er's body.

At this moment, Xu Yang had a long sword as black as ink in his hand.

The whole body of this sword was as black as ink, dull and without light. The surface of the sword was covered with fine cracks, as if it was smashed to pieces and then pieced together with clay. From the appearance, it may not be as good as an ordinary low-grade spiritual weapon, but it reveals a power that makes people have to look up to it.

Xu Yang narrowed his eyes and snorted coldly: "Witch, accept your death."

Then, he threw the black long sword in his hand in front of him.

Suddenly, a huge black ghost energy burst out from the sword body. It was an extremely domineering sword domain power that pierced through the boundaries of space, reaching the nine heavens and the eighteen levels of hell.

All kinds of evil ghost souls in the eighteen levels of the underworld were immediately attracted by the sword domain. Hundreds of ghost king souls, some with green hair, some with horns, some with fire eyes, and some with long tongues... were all sucked into the sword domain.

Then, the ink-colored sword domain on the sword body suddenly converged, and the surface of the black sword body made a crackling sound, as if it could not withstand the huge ghost power brought back from the sword domain.

"Hua La!"

The black sword body broke into hundreds of pieces and hovered in the air. Then, the broken sword body fragments exploded one after another with a buzzing sound, turning into a rolling black ghost energy.

The black mist converged, revealing the appearance of a person.

This person is eight feet tall, with long gray hair. A narrow gray cloth band covers his eyes and is tied in a simple knot behind his head. There are silver ghost runes painted on the gray cloth band. His skin is blue-gray and shiny, and his muscles are full of angles but not stiff. He only wears a simple pair of gray shorts, his hands and feet are bare, and his fingertips are slender. Strangely, the surface of this person's skin is covered with many light golden cracks like pieces, as if the whole person is made of pieces.

This strange man stood in the air without saying a word. Because his eyes were covered with gray cloth bands, no one knew what he was paying attention to, let alone what he would do next.

It was none other than the sword spirit of the Devil May Cry Sword, the soul of the hundred ghosts "Bai Mang". This is the unique ability of the Devil May Cry Sword. It can attract the power of ghosts in the underworld to condense a new and powerful ghost sword spirit power.

Xu Yang pointed at the woman of sand opposite him with one hand and said, "Kill!"

The sword spirit "Bai Mang" did not say a word, but moved upon hearing the words, leaving only a gray shadow on the spot and then disappeared.

The next moment, the void above the woman of sand rippled, and a hundred black swords appeared out of thin air. There was a vivid evil ghost pattern on the blade of each sword, each different.

Then, the hundred black swords hummed and merged together like a tornado. A ghost energy rushed into the sky and condensed into a black giant sword that was a hundred feet long.

The black giant sword slashed down.

"One-style ghost cry!"

A black line passed by, and a powerful, indescribable ghost power blasted out from it.

The soul of the woman of sand was immediately cut in half from the middle.

"Boom!"

A loud noise.

The entire silver sand sea jumped up, and a thousand-foot-long sword mark gully appeared on the ground.

In the gully, ghost energy rolled and black lightning ran wildly, destroying the original power of the formation. At the end of the gully, the space was torn apart, revealing a dark passage.

With a "bang", the soul of the woman of sand collapsed inch by inch.

But just a moment later, a silver sand shadow condensed, and the soul of the woman of sand appeared again. But at this time, her power and body aura dropped by half.

"This sword can attract the power of hundreds of ghosts. It must be the legendary Devil Cry Sword." The woman of sand looked flustered, "Hey, a temporary space passage leading to the underworld was cut out in the gully of the sword. Maybe there is a space storm inside, but it is better than waiting to die here."

"Xu Yang, I "Snow Scale" is a natural body of three lives, and you took one of my lives today. In the future, we will meet again in the underworld and avenge today."

After the words fell, her figure turned into a silver snake shadow, and in a flash, she disappeared into the dark passage.

After a moment, the dark space channel closed quickly under the self-repair of the interface force.

Xu Yang took back the Devil Cry Sword with one hand.

"Xu Yang." The white-clothed girl on the opposite side called out. Then she walked towards Xu Yang.

The white-clothed girl at this moment was still Ning Lin'er's body, but her hair had turned into the same light blue color as "Yin Mengting". And on her neck, there was a string of Qingtan Buddha beads, but now the Qingtan Buddha beads had returned to the original thirty beads.

Ning Lin'er was still Ning Lin'er, but with a bit of Buddhist tranquility.

Xu Yang looked at the white-clothed girl on the opposite side and realized that the thirty-first bead was actually a trace of Yin Mengting's life essence. Just as "Yin Mengting" told Xu Yang in the Five Buddha Vajra Array Pagoda, she was originally a clone of the Qingtan Saint in the Southern Heaven Fairyland with the Qingtan Immortal Branch as her body.

And at this moment, Ning Lin'er had more memories of "Yin Mengting" in the Zhongyuan Realm in her mind.

Ning Lin'er walked up to Xu Yang. Somehow, she felt that the young man in green opposite her was someone she could rely on.

"Lin'er." Xu Yang responded.

The two of them naturally held hands together.

Ming Lin, who was lying on Xu Yang's shoulder, covered his eyes with his dragon claws and whispered, "This is the rhythm of a hero saving a beauty and the beauty giving herself to him."

Xu Yang couldn't help but kiss Ning Lin'er's forehead.

Ning Lin'er tiptoed and kissed Xu Yang's cheek.

First love, so beautiful.

Life, so happy.