342 Black Mist
The rope shook more and more as the spirits struggled.
The silver glow loomed, obscured by a black mist.
The wrath opened its mouth wide and took a big bite into the rope, and the sound of a click sounded with a complete sense of madness.
The wind roared coldly, and the open courtyard door was unattended, creaking in the dim night.
The voice had a sense of loneliness and complaint.
The rustling of the panicked weeds, mixed with the creaking sound, made the wonderful, quiet night seem a little messy and bleak.
Si Di and the resentful spirits are at loggerheads, and the pure aura and the aura of resentment are intertwined.
Because he was worried that his aura would hurt the soul of the resentful soul, Si Di didn't dare to make a heavy hand, but just used two or three points of strength to pull the silver rope.
In this way, one immortal and one soul did not distinguish the winner and loser for a while, and they quarreled with each other, which took a lot of time.
Black Impermanence looked solemn, looking at the wall where Si Di was from time to time.
Since Bai Wuchang saw Yuan Yiyi, his attitude towards Si Di changed sharply.
With a lively expression, there was not a trace of worry on his pale face.
On the other hand, Yuan Yiyi, although he knew that Si Di would not have any problems as an immortal monarch, he was still worried and couldn't stand, and floated straight in the direction of Si Di.
The silver rope lengthened and shortened, increasing and decreasing the distance between Sidi and the wraith.
The lanterns on the ground were blown away by the wind, and the oiled paper rattled in the deep grass, like shouting and cheering, and like complaining.
The wraith clasped its hands on its ankles, tearing at the silver light with great effort, but could not tear it apart no matter what.
The light was a little faint, and the black palm of the resentful soul was instantly bounced away.
However, it's not just because he's too young and naΓ―ve, but for some other reason, the resentful soul persistently pulls the rope on his feet.
The rope tightened tighter and tighter, and the resentful spirit let out a cry of grief, and the black smoke swept up and down his body towards Si Di.
Si Digui is an immortal monarch, although his cultivation is profound, he may not be able to resist this deep dark night atmosphere.
The black smoke, like a tangible wind, and like a blackened cloud, was very similar to the dark aura of the demon at night.
Perhaps, Sidi will be hurt.
Thinking of this, Yuan Yiyi's left chest jumped a little messily, and at a loss, his body had already taken the lead in making movements.
Bai Wuchang stretched his neck to look at Si Di, and saw that the black mist surrounded Si Di's entire body, and he seemed to be a little worried just now.
The soft tone, with a hint of gratuitous guilt, held the hand of the furnace but never let go.
"Black impermanence, nothing will happen to Sidi Immortal Jun, right? You said that if I had passed over just now, could I have helped in any way?"
The black impermanence of the serious face also had a worried look, holding the furnace ding, and watched from a distance for a while.
In fact, Sidi Xianjun is not very clear whether something will happen to Sidi Xianjun.
However, Sidi Immortal Jun is not under the jurisdiction of the prefecture, so everything is not important.
However, Bai Impermanence is the same shadow as himself, and the chaos that can be avoided is still avoided as much as possible.
After all, in the heart of black impermanence, in addition to the cold-faced and hot-hearted Lord Yama, the second place is Bai Impermanence who gets along with each other every day.
If something really happened to Bai Wuchang, Hei Wuchang would definitely not forgive him.
After thinking about it like this, Hei Wuchang considered his mouth and said lightly.
"Sidi Immortal Monarch's spiritual power is pure, and it will not be disturbed by the resentment of resentful spirits. You better not go over yet, maybe Sidi Immortal Jun will distract you again in order to save you. β
Black impermanence and white impermanence are still chattering about something, without exception, they are all admiration and worship for Sidi.
In their eyes, the Immortal Monarch, who can only look up and not touch, is omnipotent.
Yuan Yiyi didn't think so, he had seen the most embarrassing place, so he was more worried and worried.
Before the thought could react, the body had already flown to Sidi's side.
There is no need to go through the brain, love is the most precious treasure hidden in the heart.
A black mist enveloped everything, and the silver ropes shone brightly in the pitch-black smoke.
The night is dark, the fog is black, it is pitch black in front of you, you can't see anything, you can't perceive anything.
The deep darkness seems to devour the whole person, and even if you are a demon, you can feel the magic power on your body gradually weakening when you step into this black mist.
The little black ball grabbed Yuan Yiyi's shoulders and chattered a little happily.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak!"
Yuan Yiyi, I like this black fog so much.
Yuan Yiyi heard the voice of the little black ball one by one, and his heart was calm.
Reason returned to his mind, turned his head slightly, and asked the little black ball.
Even in the dark, you can easily feel the gentleness and kindness of her face.
"Little Black Ball, can you find the specific location of Sidi?"
As he said this, the little black ball quickly floated away.
"Squeak, squeak!"
I'll give it a try, Yuan Yiyi. Master, where are you?
The voice of the call grew weaker and weaker, until at last nothing could be heard.
"Little Black Ball, you take me one. β
The words that were about to be spoken had not yet been revealed, and when Yuan Yi turned around, he could no longer find the fluffy shadow of the little black ball.
Yuan Yiyi stood in the black fog and waited quietly for a while, but the little black ball still did not come back.
Darkness imprisons the demon's senses.
Yuan Yiyi could barely tell how much time had passed, and there was no sound in his ears.
There was silence all around, and his body shrank slightly because of fear, and he had no choice but to call softly.
The worry is gently revealed from the simple and straightforward words.
"Si Di, are you okay? I was a little worried about you, so I came by myself, don't be angry. Where are you, Sidi? I can't see you at all. β
It was pale in the darkness, and only he could hear the words he spoke, and there was no echo in the air at all.
A faint silver light shone quietly in front of him.
Yuan Yiyi finally found a clue, and his hands gently followed the silver rope and slowly floated to the side.
Yuan Yiyi knew that at one end of the rope was Si Di, and at the other end was the dark projection resentment.
However, in order to find the place, there is only one way to try.
In a very apprehensive mood, Yuan Yi touched the rope one by one, obviously opened his eyes but seemed to close his eyes, and his fluttering steps all depended on the rope in his hand.
Time seemed to stand still, and Yuan Yiyi cautiously walked forward in the black fog, but he never walked out of the black fog.
There was a warm feeling from the fingertips, and the numbness of an electric shock was like an electric shock, and Yuan Yiyi knew that this was Si Di.
"Sidi, I've finally found you. I've been calling you for a long time, but you can't hear anything. It's so dark in this black fog that you can't see anything. Sidi, do you see the little black ball?"
The elegant fragrance of bamboo lingers around, and the feeling of stability is warmly transmitted along the fingertips.
Si Di gently picked up Yuan Yiyi's palm, took her into his arms, and protected her in his arms before he spoke with peace of mind.
"Don't worry about me, since you're here, you've always been by my side. The little black ball is here, it's too stupid to forget to bring you over. The black mist is the chaotic aura collected by the resentful spirits in the human world, and the visibility and recognition during it are very low, so it's good that you are always by my side. β