Chapter 348: Grumpy Svendo Disguise 34

Although the Bloodstone was destroyed in the extremely secret Jingxue Cave**, the light and dark forces associated with it will still be more or less aware of it. The power of Bloodstone is not as simple as it seems.

The scattered bloodstone fragments were collected by Bai Lang and piled up in a corner of the ice coffin. During his recuperation, he watched every day in a daze, reminding himself again and again how ridiculous he had been.

I'd rather believe the so-called rumors than ask Junbi in person if he can't help himself. Just because it has happened, do you firmly believe that she will definitely become the next Jun Yao? That's right, Bai Lang resented Jun Yao, because Jun Yao once turned his best friend Xuanyu into a murderous demon weapon. But what's wrong with Junbi?

Bai Lang hated his current self, hovering between the cliffs all day long, trying to find even the slightest trace of Junbi. But no one is more familiar with this place than him, and he is familiar with everything here, so he knows better than anyone else that he will never find Junbi again, he is very much like his father after losing his mother.

The snow-white wings spread out a huge shadow, and Bai Lang stepped on the top of the peak, slowly lying down. His white feathers almost blended with the snow and ice, and his clear amber eyes reflected this pure crystal world.

Bai Lang folded his wings and curled up his massive beast body together. How, exactly? What's next for life? Why on earth did he want to continue to survive? The bloodstone is shattered, and Junbi is dead. The things and people he used to care about the most were all in front of him, in such a tragic way, and they died together.

The slowly falling snowflakes fell on the top of Bai Lang's head, and he raised his head, and let out a clear and mournful wail from his throat, spreading farther and farther, and finally completely dissipating between heaven and earth.

When the scorching flame dragon carried Dean Lei Ya to the Jingxue Mountain Range, he happened to hear this chirp echoing in the valley, and his heart couldn't help but feel slightly sour when he heard it.

Lei Ya jumped off the back of the scorching dragon and slowly walked to Bai Lang's side, "...... The teacher said you should have recovered, let me take you back. He had mixed feelings in his heart and didn't know how to comfort Bai Lang.

In the Imperial Military Academy, Bai Lang's identity is only known to Lei Ya except for the principal. Strictly speaking, he and Bai Lang are still brothers, but Bai Lang started much earlier.

Bai Lang lowered his head slightly, his long narrow eyes stared straight at Lei Ya, but he didn't seem to notice him, but went straight over him and stared at the cliff behind him.

Bai Lang suddenly felt that he was tired of these things. Find the Bloodstone to stop the so-called troubled times and prevent the Great War of a hundred years ago from happening again. For the sake of his dead parents, for the sake of Xuanyu, who became a machine spirit, and for Lan, who was imprisoned in a savage land. One by one, one by one, pressed on his body, and he suddenly understood what Lan said that day, and he was tired.

Thousands of years ago, the Jingxue clan was almost wiped out because of the bloodstone.

The ancestor of the Jun family was actually not the first owner of the Pure Spirit Giant Sword, and the so-called Pure Spirit was actually the latecomer.

The Bloodstone did not appear in Jun Yao's generation, but was found by Jun Yao again.

A hundred years ago, it was Bai Lang's parents who died because of bloodstone. And now, it's his turn. How long will it take for him to get rid of the Bloodstone completely, and why will each generation of shattered Bloodstone reappear in the world in a complete state?

Bai Lang slowly closed his eyes and turned into a human form in front of Lei Ya.

"This, this is ......" Lei Ya's eyes widened in disbelief.

Bai Lang's slender figure is as clear as the night, and his skin is pale and almost clear. And the inky black hair, which was originally crow-blue, has now undergone earth-shaking changes, and the roots are white, like frost and snow.

Seeing Lei Ya's rather surprised look, Bai Lang reached out and touched the soft white hair, and pulled the corners of his mouth in a trance, "What's wrong, am I strange?" ”

Lei Ya wanted to speak and stopped, from his expression, Bai Lang could somewhat guess what he wanted to say.

"Now that the Bloodstone is destroyed, there's no point in me going back." Bai Lang turned around and looked at the vast ice and snow in front of him, "I'll stay here, this is my home." "This is still the place where Junbi died.

Bai Lang pursed his lips, his thin and long figure on weekdays seemed to be getting clearer and clearer now. His face was bloodless, almost turning into crystal clear ice crystals in the Jingxue Mountains.

Lei Ya choked in his throat, and the words that had reached his mouth were swallowed hard by him at this time. Although the teacher told him that he must take Bai Lang back, he couldn't open his mouth when he saw Bai Lang's sad appearance.

Lei Ya understands that Bai Lang needs to be quiet alone. "I see." He sighed, looked at Bai Lang's straight back, and said helplessly, "I'll tell the teacher." ”

Bai Lang turned his head sideways and bowed his head slightly. His eyelashes were thick and long, casting a dark shadow under his eyes, obscuring all the deep and complex emotions in his eyes.

When the scorching flame dragon jumped up with Lei Ya and flew to the direction of return, he subconsciously turned his head and looked at Bai Lang on the top of the mountain, but he couldn't see it clearly.

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In the wilderness, Lan was suddenly awakened by a familiar aura that could not be ignored. More than a dozen forbidden beast locks were bound to him, each of which was connected to a long chain nearly the thickness of an arm, firmly shackling him to the depths of the Ghost Swamp.

The last time Lan woke up, it was when Bai Lang arrived, but this time it was different, completely different.

Lan struggled with some excitement, his huge golden-brown wings rubbing against the long chain, making a piercing sound of gold and iron. Because of his violent movements, the Dust Star Lake made waves, rolled up the dots of brilliant star debris at the bottom of the lake, and drifted away with the water waves.

"Xuanyu, Xuanyu!" Lan's consciousness was roaring frantically, and even though he couldn't speak, the sharp chirp that belonged to him alone still reverberated throughout the Ghost Swamp.

With Lan's shout, a tall and charming figure appeared in front of him. Waist-length inky hair, mixed with a few strands of red hair, fluttered softly behind the woman's back. Her face was shrouded in a black veil, revealing only those red and bloody eyes, but a third of them were strangely infected with black, bewitching and beautiful.

Lan couldn't help but be stunned, and looked at the woman in front of him with a fixed gaze. Behind her was a blood-colored greatsword, a scarlet spar on the hilt of the sword like flowing blood, and bursts of suffocating coercion came from the sword. Of course, there is also the feeling that Lan is extremely familiar, which is the breath from Xuanyu.

"Jun Yao?" Lan looked at her in disbelief, "No, no, it's different, it's different......" he muttered a little confusedly, and his vague consciousness was passed on to the visitor without reservation.

Junbi couldn't help but chuckle, "You don't recognize me." She slowly took a few steps closer, and actually directly penetrated the transparent barrier, and easily came to Lan's side. She looked at the blue beast eyes, stretched out her hand, and unhurriedly removed the black veil from her face, "However, I think you should recognize it." ”

The black gauze was light and thin, and Junbi was taken away by the flowing water as soon as he threw it away, and leisurely blended into the stardust. And the face under the black veil is as smooth as jade on the left, without flaws, but the eyebrows and eyes on the right are covered with complicated blood-colored lines.