Chapter 197: Nothing Left Behind
At this moment, the air suddenly stagnated, and the sound of the wind stopped, but suddenly there was a very arrogant laughter, which seemed extremely strange and cold in this wasteland.
The flames around the man danced wildly, swooping down on Su Yunran, as if they were about to burn everything up.
Feeling the obvious heat, Su Yun's eyes dimmed, and then stretched out his slender and white little hand, and the palm spiritual power operated wildly, bringing up a violent air current, sweeping everything.
The pale thin lips pursed, and Su Yunran instantly burst out of his palm, facing the blazing flames, mercilessly.
An even hotter flame rose from behind Su Yunran, accompanied by a clear sound, forming the shape of a huge flame bird, mercilessly facing the flames on the opposite side.
The two flames collided, making a loud and terrible sound, and the dead grass burned up, and the dark red blood slowly rose into a dark red mist, which dispersed in the air.
The temperature around it rose rapidly, and it seemed like it was about to burn everything up.
Su Yunran frowned slightly, his palm moved slightly, and when his spiritual power was running, the body of the flame bird suddenly became larger, and it let out a clear chirp, and the flame-filled wings trembled, and then his body rose and rushed towards the black figure.
But in an instant, the flame bird swallowed up the flames on the opposite side, and let out a satisfactory sound.
The figure in the center of the formation moved slightly, and as soon as his hand was raised, he was completely imprisoned.
Then, an extremely cold breath rose from under his feet, quickly enveloping his whole body, with a piercing chill, penetrating into his meridians and bones, and his spiritual power was stagnant, and all of them were sealed.
The flame bird in front of him still spread its wings, and the flames were swirling.
However, he felt the terrible aura from the underworld, and his whole body couldn't help but tremble.
The flame bird's wings flickered, and the blazing flames pounced down, quickly burning the vines and dead grass above the ground, leaving a scorching temperature.
Su Yunran slowly hooked his lips, with a faint smile on his face, and he couldn't see joy or anger.
The figure moved, raised his gloomy and sharp eyes, and stared at Su Yunran tightly, exuding undisguised murderous aura and hostility.
Su Yunran slightly, and his clear eyes seemed to be frost flowers on the top of the snow-capped mountains, pure and flawless, and shining.
"Who the hell are you?"
A cold, stiff voice came, full of seriousness and caution.
"Me?"
Su Yunran raised his eyebrows slightly, and the tassel of the jade flute in his hand shook gently, flowing with a bright streamer and a faint halo.
"Don't pretend to be garlic, who the hell are you?"
"Why did you trespass on the forbidden land of the palace?"
The cold and hard male voice echoed in the night, with undisguised killing intent and anger, even if he was seriously injured, he was still full of energy.
Hearing this, Su Yun gathered his sleeves suddenly, hid his face and laughed lightly, the laughter was light and clear, like a faint bird song in the empty mountain, with a fresh aura, Xiaoxiang dripping.
Seeing that the face of the person in front of him was getting more and more gloomy, Su Yunran raised his eyebrows, the smile on his face was shallow and bright, and his voice was brisk, with the playfulness of a little girl.
"Who am I?"
Su Yunran tilted his head, the jade flute in his hand tapped the back of his hand lightly, and his voice rose significantly: "Guess." ”
The man snorted heavily, obviously more angry, and his tone was a little more fierce.
"What is your purpose in breaking into the forbidden place of the palace?"
"Purpose?"
Su Yunran raised his lips and said with a smile: "The purpose is naturally there. ”
Saying that, Su Yunran paused, looked at the person in front of him carefully, ignored his monstrous anger, his eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and he said with a smile: "Guess." ”
The figure on the opposite side shook obviously, snorted heavily, and secretly breathed, trying to activate the sealed spiritual power.
Seeing this, Su Yunran crossed his arms and stood for a long time, looking at the rich expression of the person in front of him with a smile, and the corners of his mouth hooked an inexplicable arc, which was meaningful.
The flame bird lay quietly beside Su Yunran, its flame-shrouded wings moving, sparks splashing in all directions, flashing with bright light.
The person in front of him was imprisoned in the ice, and the front line rotated, glowing with a faint streamer, exuding an old aura.
At this time, Su Yunran suddenly covered his heart, let out an extremely slight muffled sound, his complexion changed for a while, and a little pain flashed.
Taking a slight breath and adjusting his breath slightly, Su Yunran stabilized his figure, raised his head to look at the blood-colored night sky, his complexion changed, the hand holding the jade flute slowly tightened, and a dark light crossed his eyes.
No longer hesitating, the cold light in Su Yunran's hand flashed, and a few thin needles quickly pierced into several of the person's big acupoints, trembling constantly.
The person in front of him stiffened, his eyes looked straight at Su Yunran, his pupils gradually dilated, and he fell into an obvious sluggishness, and his tense body slowly relaxed, removing all his defenses.
Su Yunran put away the jade flute, pointed his fingertips with spiritual power at the center of the man's eyebrows, and the formation rotated, piercing the man's head mercilessly.
After a scream, the formation spread all over the man's body, emitting a dark purple halo.
Su Yunran raised his hand, and under the guidance of spiritual power, a pale mist began to appear above the person's head, and the mist slowly condensed and darkened in color.
The fingertip line appeared, slowly extended, and submerged into the mist, and the jade color became brighter.
The spiritual power swirled between his fingertips and the mist, Su Yunran's eyebrows trembled slightly, and his eyes crossed deep thoughts, the meaning was unknown.
After a few moments, Su Yunran withdrew his line.
As the front line withdrew, the man's figure shook suddenly, blood splattered, and he was extremely demonic.
Su Yunran turned around, raised his hand slightly, and with a light movement of his fingertips, the thick spiritual power roared by.
At that moment, the man was surrounded by the icy frost and imprisoned in it, but after a few breaths, the frost condensed, reflecting a dazzling cold light.
And the man was frozen in the middle of the ice.
Su Yunran didn't turn around, and jumped directly to the back of the flame bird who was waiting obediently on the side, and said softly: "Xiaohuo, let's go." ”
As the words fell, the flame bird chirped a few times, and the flame-filled wings flapped a few times, and the figure suddenly rose from the ground, bringing up a huge air current, which was extremely hot.
The cold ice above the wasteland shattered, and in this deep and bloody night, it bloomed into countless clear ice flowers, reflecting the cold light, and floated down leisurely.
And the body of the person trapped in the cold ice was also shattered at that moment, turning into blood-colored ice flowers, with a bewitching and charming meaning, crossing a decisive arc in the air and falling to the ground.
When everything calmed down, all that was left was the cold and dark red color of the floor.
For the rest, there is nothing left.
The night was deep, and countless lives were swallowed up silently.
They quietly disappeared into this world, they can no longer see the sunshine of tomorrow, and the flowers of the future no longer belong to them.
They turned into the lightest speck of dust, scattered between heaven and earth.
No one will pay attention to them, no one will seek them, and no one will claim their lonely wandering souls.
Eventually, they forget who they are.
It's as if someone else has forgotten them.
The world is only a few years away, and they have left nothing.