Outside the screen, Ji Pei's expression suddenly became heavy.

Even though it was recorded through the cold time, outsiders can still feel the smell of death permeating the air in the picture.

Blood flows for ten miles, and flowers bloom for ten miles.

The flowers on the other shore have no limit to their return.

Ghouls have the strongest desire to eat in the world.

They were lying on the ground, sniffing the blood that was burning like sparks and flowing freely between the petals.

The fiery red flower dyed with layers of blood looks like it is burning and dying.

The flowers are blooming and the blood is mist, and the picture is weird and bloody, but also reveals a bit of strange, pale and red beauty.

The blood was like poison, leaving an extremely fatal allure in the air.

After licking the blood from the ground, the sea of ​​ghouls seemed to fall into a whirlpool of mad confusion.

They rushed towards Bai Lian in a hurry.

A ghoul accurately bit his shoulder, ruthlessly tearing off a piece of flesh.

The green fire was rolling and burning fiercely in the hideous wound.

Such a cruel scene made everyone look at him with suspicion.

Only Ji Pei, covered in cold sweat, seemed to have realized something, and murmured in a low voice: "Is it possible..."

Su Jing's eyes turned cold: "What?"

Ji Pei swallowed his dry throat unconsciously and said in a sad tone:

"The zombie demons each have their own talents and abilities. When I see the young master acting like this, I think it is a kind of 'extraordinary self-healing' that the corpse demon has innately."

Jun He frowned slightly and said: "So what if he has such a miraculous innate ability of the corpse demon at this time? No matter how powerful his self-healing power is, he is facing three hundred thousand ghouls."

Ji Pei's eyes were downcast and he said: "But senior brother, don't forget that there are not even one left of the 300,000 ghouls in Chaos Valley!"

Everyone was silent for a moment.

Bailiyu raised his red eyes, and his heart was tormented: "What do you mean by this?"

Ji Pei said: "Ghouls have rotting bone poison, and corpse demons also have corpse poison. He puts poison into his body and feeds thousands of ghosts. Every ghoul that eats his flesh and blood will be planted by him."

Blood curse.

Once... once the young master dies, the blood curse will ignite and explode, and all the ghouls who have eaten his blood will perish.

In this way, we can eliminate the danger of ghouls without harming an inch of the mountains and rivers, and without the need for the sect master to order the sword palace and lose his cultivation."

After hearing the explanation, everyone was moved and moved.

Jun He was also trembling, and felt it was unbelievable how there could be such a crazy person in this world.

He shook his head and murmured: "Impossible... Even so, how can he feed these three hundred thousand ghouls with his own body?"

Ji Pei said no more.

There was no hint of contempt in Junhe's words, because even Ji Pei also believed that in this world, no race of flesh could do this.

Even with such extraordinary talent and an immortal body that defies heaven.

But Ji Pei thinks, how strong a heart does it take to be able to bear the fear of being eaten by humans?

Three hundred thousand ghouls must be able to ensure that each ghoul's teeth can tear apart his flesh and blood and eat it into his belly.

During this long and terrifying process, he must ensure that his consciousness is completely awake, so as to maintain the corpse poison blood curse from breaking out in advance.

Too cruel!

Ji Pei could not imagine what kind of life he had gone through to be so cruel to himself and use all the butcher's methods on himself.

Looking at the Yin Yang Record, one ghoul after another tore open the boy's body, flesh, blood and blood flew everywhere, and the internal organs and intestines were ripped out.

The picture is bloody and horrifying, with the neck torn open by sharp claws, as if it had been roughly bitten by a wild beast!

However, the next moment, fiery red stamens bloomed from the flesh and blood of the wound.

The blood-colored silk threads and veins wound up along the stamens and transformed into new flesh and blood. The growth rate was extremely fast, and the hideous and broken body quickly healed as before.

Then comes another round, a new round of biting, tearing, and devouring.

Then reborn, torn to pieces, reborn, torn to pieces.

It goes round and round, alternating between life and death, just like reincarnation.

It was like a blood feast. The ghouls took turns eating, filling the abyss of food that they had been hungry for for many years. They were satisfied like never before.

In the deep bloody darkness, for a moment, the distinction between the human world and purgatory was actually unclear.

Among the people outside, some could not help but have their throats squirming and could not bear to continue watching.

In the tide of corpses, the young man's body was like a broken doll, which had been patched up and patched up.

Outside the tide of corpses, Bailiyu, who was wrapped in the warm and cool halo of the corpse bead, was still sleeping. His spiritual veins, sealed by the spirit-changing powder, were gradually recovering, and he knew nothing about the outside world.

Until the bright red Bianhuahua occupies the entire field of vision of Yin Yang Lu, spreading hundreds of miles.

Large tracts of scarlet flowers are like fire and demons, and the scorching crimson color is all over the mountains and plains, almost wrapping the endless bodies of the ghouls tenderly.

His blood curse is just like his person, like the light of fire blowing into the wind, and everything is filled with gentleness as far as the eye can see.

It is the art of killing, and it is so gentle that people can't help but see the beautiful scenery of spring when all things are revived.

The scarlet stamens wrap around the corpse, and three hundred thousand ghouls will sink into the sea of ​​flowers. The blood curse will be completed, and the flowers will bloom and wither into ashes, exposing the original gray mountain.

The young man lying on his back on the ground had hideous wounds that could no longer heal.

When he died, the bloody death on his body summoned the carrion-eating vultures and jackdaws in the mountains, and their wings were about to fall...

In the dark and chaotic world, there is no longer a corpse roaming the world.

One night ago, the army of death that made hundreds of immortal sects from all over the world tremble in fear, disappeared in this unknown night.

Seeing this, everyone's hearts were moved beyond words.

After watching Yin Yang Lu, the atmosphere on the top of the mountain became heavier and quieter.

Bailiyu, who had aged ten years overnight and was no longer full of energy, seemed to have died all over again.

His whole body was covered with a dead and gray aura, and his eyes lost focus again, as if his soul had been drained.

People's hearts are either grass, trees, iron or stone, or the eldest princess Zhao Wenjun, who is in charge of the dark city, sells humanity and darkness, and conducts cruel experiments on secret techniques, was shocked and speechless after reading the records in this volume of Yin Yang Lu.

She didn't understand that young man who had been wronged and looked down upon by the Tianxi Sword Sect, and who had been trapped in the cage of ordinary original sin all his life.

Why can you do this for the sake of Tianxi and the world?

It is not easy for the corpse demon to retrieve the memories of past lives.

Since he can recall the memories of his life, he can cling to certain things in his heart and have certain thoughts in his mind.

Whether it was the eldest lady of Cangwu Palace or Empress Yingji of Zhongyou Dynasty, they were the most important people in his previous life that he could not let go of.

But he did not go in the direction he should go, and chose to use the most cruel way to end his hard-earned life.

Zhao Wenjun didn't understand, couldn't understand.

"Idiot..." Ning Feiyan exhaled softly, her lover's eyes, which were always unpredictable, trembled slightly, as if some mottled light and shadow were broken in them.

His expression was indescribably gloomy and frightening, and he didn't know who he was calling "idiot", but he dropped those words coldly without a trace of emotion.

She seemed to have lost her patience, turned around and left towards the deep forest at the foot of the mountain.

Not far away, in a corner of the forest, a man with red makeup and dull eyes squatted beside the forest, feeling as if he was lost.

She heard the footsteps and looked back, with a thin layer of mist in her round and bright eyes.

Her tone still contained a bit of unacceptable belief, and she asked cautiously:

"Is he...dead?"

For such an obviously stupid question, in the past, Ning Feiyan would have sneered and mocked her to teach her a lesson.

But when she tried to raise the corners of her lips, she found that she couldn't smile.

A wave of anger arose spontaneously, Ning Feiyan's slender eyebrows wrinkled coldly, and her voice was as cold as a cold autumn night: "If you want to talk nonsense here, why not sharpen the knife in your hand."

Hongzhuang didn't know why. She obviously didn't have a close relationship with Bailian, but now that she knew he was dead, she felt a long-lost sadness in her heart.

She didn't know whether she was sad that she wouldn't be able to eat him in the future, or whether she was sad that no one would look at the ugliness and scars on her body and smile at her so tenderly.

Looking at Ning Feiyan who looked nonchalant, the austerity in Hongzhuang's eyes became more and more intense. She lowered her head sadly:

"At this time, why are you still sharpening your knife?"

The branches and leaves in the forest gently tugged at Ning Feiyan's skirt. Her steps didn't stop. Looking at her slim figure in the night, she actually had a somewhat sharp look that she didn't have in the past.

She rarely shows such a cold edge!

On a half-moon night, Ning Feiyan slowly looked sideways at her sharp and cold silhouette, her skin gleaming in the moonlight, as cold as snow.

"In a few days, I will pull out the mouse that buried the heart. If your knife is not sharpened and your hands are not trained to be steady, how can you cut him into pieces?"
To be continued...