A Will Eternal

"Just because I am the blood son of Zhongfeng!"

At the moment when the two sects were about to go to war, and even close to a close-up, Bai Xiaochun's voice spread all over the place. Although the voice was not particularly loud, it matched Bai Xiaochun's tone, and the monstrous blood emanating from his body at this moment, It made his words possess an indescribable power!

Bai Xiaochun didn't deliberately gloomy, but the moment he put on the mask of the Night Burial, he naturally felt as if he had returned to the Blood Stream Sect. The coldness, the earth-shattering evil spirit, made the whole world seem to be quiet for a while.

More importantly, the meaning of these words is beyond everyone's expectations, making the two sects fighting at this moment, all hearts roar, all minds shake, if there is a huge wave, it will rumble across their entire world.

From a distance, Lingxi Sect and Blood Stream Sect are like two huge mists in the metaphor, so the white mist of Lingxi Sect and the blood-colored mist of Blood Stream Sect are already partially entangled with each other, but now... ...the two groups of fog were completely still, and everyone's eyes, at this moment, all looked at... Bai Xiaochun, who was between these two sects, was protected by Lingxi Sect and wanted to be killed by Blood Stream Sect. on the body!

Especially Jia Lie, who is the closest to Bai Xiaochun at the moment, his eyes widened even more. There was thunder rolling in his mind, his body trembled violently, and he didn't even seem to be able to breathe. Yes, what Bai Xiaochun said in his mind just now, and...the one who appeared in front of him at this moment, the one who put on a mask...Zhongfeng Bloody Ziye Burial!

"You... Night Burial..." Jia Lie's body trembled. Since the blood test, his fear of Night Burial has reached an unimaginable level. At this moment, the whole person is completely stunned.

Bai Xiaochun's body radiated blood and suffocation, so that he didn't need to verify at all, he immediately felt the other party... Indeed, it was... Zhongfeng's bloody night burial!

Not only did he lose his voice at this moment, but the god operator beside him was originally excited and excited. He wanted to kill Bai Xiaochun to make himself famous, but at this moment, seeing Bai Xiaochun put on a mask and incarnated into him was like a nightmare in his heart. After the existence of the night burial, the god operator let out a scream.

"Night...night burial...impossible!!"

It's not just the two of them, all the disciples of the Blood Stream Sect who rushed from the direction of the Blood Stream Sect, who had grinned and murdered before, all gasped at this moment, all opened their eyes, and they all seemed to be A stick hit his head, completely shocked.

"you you you……"

"This...how is this possible!!"

"God,

The Night Burial of the Plague Demon...Bai Xiaochun..."

"They are actually the same person!!"

Xu Xiaoshan almost bit his tongue. He had never seen anything as bizarre as today in his life. The scene in front of him was even more inconceivable than the entire Corpse Peak. He even subconsciously had an illusion that he thought Once again hallucinated, now staring blankly at Bai Xiaochun, Xu Xiaoshan was completely dumbfounded.

There is also Song Que, who was still full of murderous intent before, but at this moment, under this forced reversal, his thoughts seem to be unable to keep up. He stood there, stunned, his body trembled, and what appeared in his eyes was him Now in this short life, there has never been sluggishness.

It was even more difficult for him to accept this scene. For him, Ye Fu was his enemy, and Bai Xiaochun was even more of an enemy. At this moment, these two were actually the same person...

The entire battlefield was instantly silent, and even the two ancestors who fought each other in mid-air forgot to take action, and their eyes instantly focused on Bai Xiaochun.

The ancestors of the Song family had a complex expression in surprise, and Wujizi had surprise and doubts in their eyes. The ancestors of the Lingxi Sect generation and Tiemu Zhenren had incredible expressions on their faces, which felt very absurd.

Those inheritance disciples and the blood slaughter couldn't avoid falling into sluggishness, and the three blood sons who had an agreement with Bai Xiaochun were in the air at the moment, and they only felt that the thunder was constantly bursting in their minds, and it seemed that there would be no time to disappear. .

"Night Burial...Bai Xiaochun?" Shao Zefeng's blood son murmured, feeling that the whole world seemed to be turned upside down.

This scene not only caused a sensation in the Blood Stream Sect, but at the moment when Bai Xiaochun put on a mask and turned into a night burial, all the Lingxi Sect people behind him also had thunderstorms in their ears, and the sound of inhalation fell here. The mountains also rose and fell constantly, attracting countless uproars and voiceless exclamations.

That exclamation, with disbelief, with incredible, with incredible!

Shangguan Tianyou was still sneering, ready to watch Bai Xiaochun go to his death, but at this moment, his eyes almost fell, his breathing seemed to stop, and his mind went blank.

Ghost Fang, Gongsun Yun, Bei Hanlie, and Lingxi Sect's arrogance were all like this. Everyone was deeply moved by this scene, especially Zhou Xinqi, the boss with staring eyes, it seemed that the whole world was at this moment. , all absurd.

She even thought of what Bai Xiaochun once said to Hou Xiaomei, saying that the place where Bai Xiaochun was, did not dare to appear at the Night Burial.

"This...this..." Zhou Xinqi felt that the world was in chaos.

And Hou Xiaomei was stunned for a long time not far away. In her little head, at this moment, she couldn't combine the greatest Bai Xiaochun in her mind and the most terrifying Night Burial into one person.

Not to mention her, even Hou Yunfei, Fatty Zhang, Fatty Hei and others, all of them were completely stunned at the moment.

Li Qinghou even more... As if he didn't know Bai Xiaochun, he stared blankly at him.

When these people were shocked, Bai Xiaochun looked at the people of the Blood Stream Sect in front of him, flicking his sleeves, his voice was hoarse, but it was endlessly cold.

"Seeing this blood son, I don't see you yet!" As soon as he said that, the immortality and longevity art in his body suddenly revolved, and an aura that only belonged to blood sons erupted. , resulting in an irreversible absolute crush!

This crushing of momentum immediately formed a strong majesty, which erupted into the sky on this battlefield.

Jia Lie shivered, and the first one fell to his knees, and the god operator was the second. Soon, these disciples of the middle peak of the blood stream sect who were still crazy just now, under the confusion of the Lingxi sect, all knelt down and bowed, even if It was Song Que, even under the pressure of the blood on Bai Xiaochun, he had to kneel down.

"Meet the blood son of Zhongfeng!"

There were more and more voices, and soon, even those Zhongfeng cultivators in the back were trembling and kneeling.

Looking around, there are crowds of worshippers, occupying nearly 20% of the entire Blood Stream Sect. These people are all from... Zhongfeng!

It's just... There was one person that Bai Xiaochun did not suppress, nor did she choose to bow down, but stood ten meters in front of Bai Xiaochun, her body trembling, her eyes were filled with disbelief, and she seemed to be afraid to look at the complexity and sadness. .

She is the elder Zhongfeng, Song Junwan.

Her reaction was the same as others, but it was more of sadness. After Ye Fu disappeared, she did not rest for a long time. She even used all her resources to search for Ye Fu, and even pleaded with the ancestors of the Song family. , Until the outbreak of the war, even when she was sitting on the sword, she was still thinking about the disappearance of Ye Fu, and her heart was always melancholy.

In any case, she could never imagine that she was actually on the battlefield, and at this moment, in such an environment, she saw the night burial.

Song Junwan looked at the night burial in front of her. In the silence around her, she spoke bitterly, her voice was mournful and reverberated in all directions, making her heartache.

"You...is it the Night Burial, or Bai Xiaochun, who are you...!!" Song Junwan trembled, her eyes turned red, and finally, she seemed unable to control her emotions and shouted at Bai Xiaochun.

Bai Xiaochun was silent. He was also complicated about Song Junwan. Seeing the wetness and redness in the corner of the other party's eyes, Bai Xiaochun looked into the distance and spoke softly.

"Both...both!"

Song Junwan cried, tears streaming down the corners of her eyes, drop by drop...dropping on the ground.

"Both... It turns out that everything is fake..." She felt that she was a fool, and the scenes of contact with the Night Burial appeared in her mind. The more she recalled, the more her heart tingled. The whole person is like a weak and helpless child, trembling and tears falling like rain.

Bai Xiaochun gritted his teeth, looked up at the two ancestors in the sky, and said loudly.

"I am Bai Xiaochun, the quasi-inheritance of the Lingxi Sect, and I am also buried in the middle peak of the Blood Stream Sect. Patriarch, don't fight anymore, war is not the only way to solve the problem!"

"Don't you need an opportunity to trust each other, I... can I be this opportunity!!" Bai Xiaochun said anxiously, his voice spread halfway across the battlefield, making all the monks who heard it fell silent again.

In the silence of the entire battlefield, the ancestor of the Song family in mid-air hesitated for a while. He could not accept the fact that the night burial was actually Bai Xiaochun, but he was certain that no matter who the night burial was, he was Zhongfeng. Blood son, who practiced the Zhongfeng technique, and even if there were no such things, although the blood stream sect was concerned about blood son night burial, they would not allow a blood son to interfere with this matter related to the survival of a sect.

At this moment, the patriarch of the Song family was about to speak, but Master Hanyan was one step ahead of him. At this moment, the sound of sneering suddenly reverberated.

"The blood son was buried at night and was held hostage by the Lingxi sect. The Lingxi sect is despicable and shameless, and dares to hold the blood son of my sect. Today, the old man will destroy your sect, your inheritance, and your whole family!! Come on, protect the blood son, Bring it back to the blood fog!" A cold light suddenly appeared in the eyes of Master Hanyan, when Sen Sen opened his mouth, he flicked his sleeves, and the war... broke out again! (To be continued)). If you like this work, you are welcome to vote at the starting point (), your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read. )