Chapter 571: Your Highness's Real Body

As the boy's voice fell, there was a loud bang!

The black snake wrapped around Baili Jiajue's body was blown to pieces by some unknown force!

In the blood mist, the sound of footsteps came over, da, da, da...

The two wraiths froze their movements and turned their heads slowly.

I saw the black boots beating the ground rhythmically, the wind blowing from all directions filled Baili Jiajue's black robe, and he stood there, high above and cold, with an evil smell, permeating a strong of black smoke.

Wraith looked at him, his brown pupils slowly opened wide, as if he had seen something unbelievable, with strong surprise on his face.

He opened his pale thin lips and wanted to speak, but found that his throat was so dry that he couldn't make a sound.

He could only watch Baili Jiajue helplessly, getting closer and closer...

Time seemed to stand still.

Baili Jiajue's footsteps stopped in front of the two resentful spirits. From this angle, his slender legs looked more upright and powerful, and his angular profile was crystal-clear and pale, and extremely evil. Compared with that The indifferent him came, with some indescribable taste.

"His Highness, Your Highness..." The complexions of the wraiths changed suddenly, they stretched out their hands and grabbed the clothes on their chests, lying on the ground in pain, gasping for breath.

Baili Jiajue reached out and picked up one of the resentful spirits, with a devilish smile at the corner of his mouth: "This hall will give you one last chance, come, tell me, where did you put her?"

"Yes, in the middle of the river..." The boy's originally pale face now looked even more purple.

Another resentful spirit was trembling all over, fearing that Baili Jiajue would hurt his brother, he said with a small face: "Your Highness, it's none of our business, we just made a contract with someone, I didn't expect that will be your prey."

"Who are you calling Your Highness?" When Baili Jiajue lowered his eyes, his eyes were slightly red, and then he raised his left hand and threw back the wraith in his hand. Amidst the puffing sounds of the surrounding ghosts, he recovered. Lazy evil smile, his body is covered with blood, even his face is speckled with red, at this moment, he looks like the overlord who controls the darkness, without the indifference of the past, but handsome and heart-warming shock!

The two resentful spirits stood in a row, not daring to speak anymore, they just watched the man walk into the deepest night.

He is obviously the most evil devil in the world, but he is tired of God's lofty attitude. He has an incomparably holy face and behaves with ascetic elegance, deceiving all the people in the world.

Whether it is a demon or a demon, they are full of innate admiration for him.

This man once stood outside the Nine Heavens, surrounded by the Buddha's light, and supported by all demons.

The Buddha asked him what he wanted to do.

He said: "I want this day, I can't cover my eyes anymore,

If I want this place, I can no longer bury my heart,

I want all sentient beings to understand my intentions,

Let all the Buddhas disappear in smoke! "

That's right!

That is their king!

But why, looking at the king's appearance, it seems that he doesn't know them!

Also, didn't the king disappear?

How can it become a human?

Moreover, in his body, they clearly felt the uncertain magic.

What exactly is going on?

The two resentful spirits glanced at each other, with deep doubts written in their eyes.

After that great war, the descendants of the exorcists used their own flesh and blood to forge a seal.

They escaped a catastrophe because they were born with resentment in their hearts,

The king's soul was divided into fragments and fell into the world, but his body disappeared forever. No one knew where he went. Whether it was a human or a demon, they thought he was dead long ago...

Did that person plan to come back from the very beginning?

In a posture that no one can imagine... Rebirth!

Squeak...

As Baili Jiajue walked up and down, the mist that permeated the night was like shattered glass, cracked one after another.

A faintly deep staircase appeared in the middle of the river, with torches on all sides of the staircase, and a blue flame burning on it.

The little man guarding the fire of resentment paused, his round eyes widened in disbelief, and the pupils flickered back and forth: "Master, is this breath his?"

Phantom Warcraft does not have the stability of a villain, and the unknown pressure makes its blood boil, and its claws seem to have lost control, trembling tremblingly, and can no longer stand upright. Command it, make it kneel!

The man in white raised his eyes, a trace of surprise flickered across the corners of his eyes, his black eyes as deep as an ancient well were reflected in the rippling water, gentle and elegant, but extremely dangerous: "He is still alive!" Looking at the little man, "Where's the time? How far away is it?"

"Soon." The little man threw another wraith from the torch.

The flames burned more and more intensely, and slowly spread to the surroundings of the coffin, enveloping Helian Weiwei in it!

The man smiled, bit his finger, and fed the blood into Helian Weiwei's mouth, his eyes were full of doting.

"Even if that person appears at this time, it won't change anything. You can't replace Feng Nu. Go back to the place that originally belonged to you, Helian Weiwei."

boom!

The blue fire suddenly ignited!

Helian Weiwei who came back from hell finally had a feeling, but the feeling was like burning skin pain, she couldn't integrate into that body at all, the feeling of being burned to death made her feel like she was in the flames of hell Generally difficult.

She watched helplessly as another Helian Weiwei came out of the lake and approached that body step by step...

But she didn't even have the strength to move, besides the shadow, there was a sea of ​​flames in front of her.

Her soul seemed to be unconscious, and she didn't know where she had drifted away.

It is said that before a person dies, he will see the silhouettes of his previous lives.

What she saw was the little boy standing alone in the Nine Layers Deep Palace.

He was abused by the palace people and could only eat dross and rough food. Even his mother, who was extremely dignified in front of the people, was not favored, so they regarded him as a punching bag, called him to their side, and pricked silver needles one by one.

Cold blood flowed from between his fingers, he was just leaning against the wooden door, his long hair was dyed like night ink, scattered on his back, making him look like a down and out elf.

He lowered his eyes, with a faint smile in his self-deprecating tone: "It's really stupid, knowing what the result will be, but still being so naive."

While speaking, the boy's black hair surged up, covering his blood-like pupils.

Standing in front of him, she couldn't bear the pain after all, and wanted to reach out and hug him.

However, it was strangely discovered that she had actually penetrated his body...