"Drip drip."
The phone suddenly rang with a text message reminder. Jinyun opened the screen and saw that it was a message from a courier.
It seems that the surveillance footage that I asked Sister Xi to send has arrived.
Go get it and buy some fruit.
Jinyun put on warm cotton clothes and went downstairs to the community.
The ancient buildings around the urban village stand quietly. On the eve of the storm, this corner abandoned by the world still witnesses all kinds of human life as usual.
An aunt who was just starting to cook and eat at this hour, a girl who was crying heart-wrenchingly because of a broken heart, a family of three living in a small rental house, and a middle-aged man who said goodbye to his family silently and rushed to the electronics factory to work the night shift.
The dim light from the street lamps penetrated the thin air, cutting the urban village into blurry fragments.
The fragments of light and shadow are the norm of life in this place. The noise and tranquility in the air are all clamoring for the price of survival.
While coughing, Jinyun took the express delivery and the fruits he bought on the way home, and installed the camera according to the instructions.
After that, he sat on the edge of the bed, looking out the window, next to him was the VR helmet he used to escape reality.
This is the most painful thing about living alone. When you are sick or have a cold, you have no one to rely on.
"Clap."
Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew across the table, knocking down Jingliu's small figurine.
Jinyun was attracted by the noise. He dragged his tired steps, closed the window, and then picked up the Jingliu figurine that fell on the table.
"Mirror Flow..."
"It may sound childish to say it, but."
"I wish I could see you again."
He smiled helplessly at himself, lay down on the bed, and placed Jingliu's figurine next to his pillow.
Perhaps because of a cold, he fell asleep soon.
The rainstorm did not come as expected. The dark clouds dispersed, and the thin moonlight shone through the window onto Jingliu's figures.
At this moment, her originally dead eyes seemed to be full of life.
Chapter 78: The Five Yins are in Delusion, and the Body Falls into the Demonic Yin (4K)
The sky fire swayed, the golden man stopped moving, the star tower fell, and the evil star trembled.
Jing Liu coughed up sweet blood from his throat, and the sword in his hand had already developed several cracks.
Although she had expected it, the cruelty of this war was still far beyond her imagination.
Thousands of years after the fall of Cangcheng, the return of the Abundance Order made the Abundance People brought by [Shuhu] stronger than ever before.
Even if Luofu and Yuque joined forces, they were still unable to defeat the enemy's army that was approaching the city wall.
Jing Liu looked at the Zhili Sword in her hand. The dark red blade reflected her slightly pale face.
She didn't know how many people of Fengcuo she had killed, one thousand, two thousand?
Or ten thousand, twenty thousand?
No matter how many they killed, it was not enough. Those fertile evil creatures kept attacking like locusts. The "Bloody Hell" entangled above the demon star became the source of revival for these fertile evil creatures. They could explode, die, and revive without restraint, over and over again.
Once the Cloud Cavalry soldiers died, there would be no recovery.
In the long run, no matter how many Cloud Cavalry troops there are, they will not be able to withstand such brutal consumption.
Jingliu forced herself to stand up, ready to engage in the next round of battle, but as soon as she stood up, the pain in her leg made her gasp.
The knife that she failed to dodge just now almost cut off her thigh. If it weren't for her physical strength far exceeding that of ordinary people, and the extraordinary recovery speed of the immortal species, it would have been a problem whether she could stand up.
"Master Swordsman, your injuries are too severe. Please evacuate the front line first! I will lead the army to temporarily block the gap and wait for reinforcements!"
A guard wiped the blood off his face and clasped his hands towards Jingliu.
"Retreat? How can we retreat?" Jing Liu gritted his teeth, his words full of anger, "The mission given to us by General Teng Xiao is to protect the safety of Zhou Longzun's tribe.
Now the formation is scattered and there is no square. The east and west have been breached and fallen. The most important thing is that Long Zun is still missing! Where should we retreat to?"
"..."
Xiaowei gritted his teeth, the anger in his eyes seemed to burn him to ashes.
Seeing this, Jing Liu could only sigh and said, "Calm down. I can still hold on with this minor injury. Organize the Cloud Cavalry to change their formation, alternately provide cover, and retreat one by one. Let the soldiers of the Xiaoxiao and Yunshi tribes take over."
"Yes!"
"The most urgent task is to find the whereabouts of Long Zun..."
"Sword, Master Swordsman!"
Suddenly, a female strategist fell down on a broken star raft and barely climbed out with her injured body:
"We found the location of Lord Longzun!"
"where?!"
"The Blood-stained Hell Realm! Lord Long Zun was devoured by the Blood-stained Hell Realm, and the entire Ming Clan army was caught in a bitter battle!"
"Blood on the Hell Realm..."
Jing Liu raised his eyes and locked onto the dark red eerie haze above the sky. The vast and boundless fog that covered the sky and the sun blocked out the light, constantly pulsating and changing, like a giant beast coiling around the universe.
And in the blood-stained hell realm, a huge phantom was shaking and tumbling wildly, and its dragon-like figure was leaping in the blood mist like lightning. Its body, which was big enough to swallow up the sea horizon, was shaking the universe and wailing like a thousand swords clashing.
"Dan Feng..."
Jing Liu chewed out the name in a low voice, and an extremely strong fear rose in her heart for no reason.
What was going on? Why was Dan Feng trapped in the Bloodstained Hell Realm?
And his appearance...
No matter how you look at it, it's not normal.
"All soldiers, listen up! Protect the dragon masters of the Chiming tribe, hold your positions, and wait for reinforcements!"
"Yes!"
"Leave the Dragon Lord to me..."
Jingliu tore off a piece of cloth and tied up the wound on his thigh. His body rose into the air like a swallow returning to its nest, and in the blink of an eye he once again charged into the enemy camp.
Her graceful figure was as swift as the wind and as fierce as fire. She moved with the sharp blade and shuttled freely in the sword light.
Its sharp edge was unstoppable and unmatched. Even Long Bo, who had almost become a shadow in her heart, with his huge body as big as a mountain, could not survive one round under the Jingliu sword and his head was chopped off.
Hundreds of meters tall beasts strode forward, wreaking havoc on the land like wolves among a flock of sheep. Their outstretched arms had countless eyeballs, and their open arms were covered with sharp teeth and hideous flesh!
The sword light suddenly appeared, and the sword energy was like a rainbow, flying across the sky without a crack, as if the sword energy condensed from the moonlight swept across the sky and earth, tearing the earth and the sky into two halves, and the vast clouds were moved by this sword energy to roll and spread out!
"Pfft!"
Blood gushed out, blood light shot up into the sky, the beasts roaming the battlefield fell down, and suddenly a strong wind swept through, shaking the earth!
The dress on her body was stained with blood, and the hilt of the sword in her hand became sticky and slippery due to being soaked in blood.
Jing Liu could no longer count how many evil creatures she had killed, but she was eventually like a sharp sword, piercing into the blood-stained hell above the sky.
The moment she fell into the bloody hell, Jing Liu felt her heart tighten, as if it was being strangled by some invisible hand, making it extremely difficult for her to breathe.
The air was filled with an extremely strong smell of blood. Even she found the stench, which was like that of a rotting corpse, difficult to tolerate. Her stomach churned and she almost vomited on the spot.
Trapped in this endless bloody land, I have never seen sights, smelled smells, and understood concepts...
Looking at the squirming fog, Jing Liu felt that his sanity was gradually disappearing.
The world in her eyes gradually began to hallucinate. The soil under her feet seemed to be rotting and bubbling, becoming disgusting and dirty. The blood-red sludge was wriggling around her like lumps of bloody meat.
All the things before her eyes could not overlap or correspond to any existing concepts in her mind. Indescribable things kept surging in her mind like a black tide, making her feel as if she was standing alone on a raft in the midst of a thunderstorm and howling winds, surrounded by raging waves.
"Well!"
Suddenly, a familiar yet unfamiliar feeling of intense pain spread throughout Jingliu's body like an electric current.
She looked at the wound on her thigh and was immediately horrified.
The wound wrapped with rags did not heal smoothly as usual, but instead some golden leaves and branches like ginkgo leaves spread out.
Blood vessels like leaf veins protruded from the skin, looking extremely hideous as if they were infected with a virus.
"The demonic body... ugh!"
Jingliu suddenly felt a piercing pain in her head. A large amount of obscure and complex information pierced her head like steel needles and went straight into her brain, making her steps unsteady and a little unsteady.
"Is this the power of the Blood-stained Hell Realm?"
"The Envoy of the Order of Abundance is [Suddenly]. It is vicious, cunning, and full of tricks. Its abilities are even more bizarre. It would not be surprising if it mastered the means to directly induce the evil spirit body..."
Jing Liu looked around and saw that except for himself, the dark red earth and sky were dead silent, as if there was no living thing.
But if you look closely, you can see that whether it is the ground beneath your feet or the endless mountains, there are densely packed eggs growing.
Those eggs, as fleshy and bloody as chicken eggs, were beating vigorously, and one could vaguely see the ghosts and monsters bred in the glowing blood inside.
Are the endless and abundant evil creatures that can never be killed born from here?
Jing Liu tightly grasped the Zhili Sword in his hand and slashed it down with one sword. The wall of flesh and blood in front of him was instantly annihilated and dissipated in the sword light!
However, the next second, the scarlet land beneath his feet began to wriggle wildly, and a large amount of hideous flesh and blood surged and mixed together, and in the blink of an eye, a new wall was built again!
"...Damn you, the ancestor of plague!"
Jingliu cursed and had to give up the idea of destroying these ovaries.
The Bloody Hell was created by Shuhu. If Shuhu is not killed, it will be useless to kill as many evil creatures as possible.
"Roar!!"
Suddenly, a deafening wail came from the distant blood cloud.
Jingliu looked up and finally found the trace of Long Zun.
His body, which covered the sky and the sun, seemed to extend from the dome of the Blood-Stained Hell to the mountains at the end of the earth. His claws, which were infected by some animated and wriggling evil creature, connected the bloody and flesh-breaking rifts that stretched for thousands of miles.
In the dark ravines between layers, in the blood-stained hell realm where blood and clouds intertwined, Dragon Lord was like a trapped beast at the end of its rope. The grieving dragon roared as if begging for liberation, and his body, which was big enough to swallow the sea horizon, smashed one mountain of flesh and blood after another.
But the next second, those shattered mountains were piled up again, endless and continuous.
"Dan Feng..."
"Has he gone berserk? Could it be that this is also Shu Hu's doing?"
Jing Liu clenched his teeth, and the sword in his hand trembled slightly.
The sword and the spear have been fighting for many years. If they were to spar, they would be evenly matched, but if they were to fight to the death...
He can attack with impunity, but I have to take care of his life and wake him up.
In my current state, can I still subdue the crazy Dragon Lord?
"Ok?"
Suddenly, Jingliu noticed that Danfeng's dragon body was entangled with a mass of flesh and blood that was changing in an uncertain and illusory manner.
In the blood-stained hell, the stars expand and contract and sing like red blood cells, and the universe falls into the abyss of flesh and desire.
The dragon's heart rumbled like a bright red engine, shaking the earth. Its claws split the sky, its breath spread across the prairie, and its endless rage seemed to burn the sky to ashes.
But in the eyes of the messenger who symbolizes the God of Life, all his resistance is nothing but a gnat trying to shake a tree, insignificant.
Jingliu stared in amazement at the giant blue-white dragon in front of him that was moving the sky and fighting for its life.
Her tiny body was as insignificant as a speck of dust in front of this giant dragon.
"Dan Feng's consciousness has fallen into chaos. He is now a beast without a soul, only a shell, controlled by hatred and anger.
If he is not awakened, he will probably continue to sleep like this forever..."
Taking advantage of the gap when the bloody shadow retreated, Jing Liu gritted his teeth, picked up the Zhili Sword in his hand, jumped up, and landed steadily on the dragon head with his agile body.
