Chapter 404: Chapter 404

404: Chapter 391: Swallow Realm 404: Chapter 391: Swallow Realm That dagger was extremely sinister and venomous, piercing directly through his chest, the quiet dark energy wreaking havoc through his limbs and bones, and the cold sensation of death instantly enveloped him.

Baili An was also chilled to the bone — not because he saw the awful state of Baili Xianxian, but rather when he heard the word “handkerchief,” he felt something was terribly wrong.

Before he could piece together all the clues, a chill surged densely from his back to his scalp instantly!

His mind was blank, without any spare time for him to think, even forgetting how dreadful the presence of the great snake was.

Baili An didn’t hesitate to summon the Short Flute.

His Dantian and netherworld shone brightly together, the ruby at the flute’s tail wept blood and burst forth, spiritual power and dark energy were released without reserve in an instant, and he almost horrifyingly hurled the Short Flute toward the reflective scale light in the darkness.

The sound of the flute wailed, like ten thousand ghosts crying together, shattering the darkness entirely!

The crimson light of the bead revealed part of the great snake’s body contour, and when the Short Flute fell and hit the snake’s body, a cracking sound followed.

It was like a hammer smashing a mirror, that incomplete great snake seemed like a flower in a mirror, fragmented and dissipating into an illusion.

Baili An immediately felt a chill to his bones.

It turned out to be a false mirror image.

With a humming sound, the space above everyone’s heads was opened up by a huge black mirror, reflecting and imprinting another world just like theirs, except in the mirror was an additional silhouette of the terrifying snake.

The great snake in the mirror moved quickly, its head enveloped in darkness, opening its mouth to snap at a certain direction, and the space it “bit” was missing a piece.

In that space, there was only one person.

Baili An raised his head rigidly and blankly, frostbitten hands and feet watching as the giant mouth of the snake rose up, the girl in a bright red wedding dress and the severed Demon Vine both disappeared into that huge mouth.

The landscape was identical, both places endlessly vast.

His heart was also endlessly vast.

“Ge Yu!” Li Jiujiu screamed in a pale face, summoning her sword, not knowing where the courage had come from, she broke free from the protection of the Demon Vine and flew toward the space bitten off by the sword control.

The aura of the great snake in that space hadn’t dissipated yet and was still connected to the mirror world.

Li Jiujiu knew she was being foolish again, weak and powerless, she was cowardly and incapable, even foolishly charging forward couldn’t change anything.

Fang Geyu, that bastard, knew they were friends.

Just a moment ago, scared stiff-legged by the darkness and the great snake, Li Jiujiu charged out bravely, but in the darkness, a cluster of Lotus Fire burned silently and colorfully, bringing an inexplicable sense of ruthlessness, completely burning away the aura of the great snake.

Li Jiujiu failed to crash into the mirror world.

Helplessly floating in mid-air on her sword, her delicate little face was full of tears.

Li Jiujiu looked at Su Jing, unable to speak, choking up.

Su Jing’s expression was calm, his clear eyes like moonlight, cold, his eyelashes slowly lifting, he calmly uttered two words, “Want to die?”

Li Jiujiu didn’t speak, her tears flowing even more fiercely.

And the great snake in the mirror, now completely invisible, merged into the darkness, the real world’s Bronze Gate, however, was clearly reflected in that round of black mirror.

Those were two gates, not covered with moss and ancient marks, one of which could accommodate the entirety of the Ghost Mountain’s Second Realm world.

The mottled bloodstains left by Hongying and Ghost lingered, still not dissipated.

Originally wide-open, after the great snake swallowed Fang Geyu and returned to the gate’s world, one gate was closed, and the heavy dark aura was also mostly withdrawn.

While it couldn’t be said to be completely safe and disappeared, it wouldn’t directly flood into the First Realm anymore, like receding seawater revealing part of the Second Realm world.

Seeing this scene, the cultivators finally breathed a sigh of relief.

However, Baili An’s heart was suffused with a violent, unstoppable aura, powerless to struggle or resist, nearly unable to suppress the intrusion of the river of blood’s mirthful intent, the bloodlust ceaselessly gathering in his eyes, Baili Xianxian uttered a pained moan.

It turned out the five fingers that were supporting his body were pinched white, almost embedding into his flesh.

Baili An looked down at him, seeing his own blood-red eyes reflected in Baili Xianxian’s terrified pupils.

His consciousness was chaotic, buzzing in his ears.

At that moment, a sweet, gentle laugh sounded not far away: “Young Master Xianxian is truly extraordinary, to even have the courage to open his eyes and look at the world in such darkness, this concubine is genuinely impressed.”

In the night, her silhouette was clear and beautiful, the fierce wind stirring her purple sect robe, outlining her willowy figure attractively, making her appear even more enticing than her actual beauty.

The landscape was silent, the wind unfurling long scrolls.

Baili An opened his eyes and looked at her, those eyes larger than normal, deep and bottomless like a dry well, boundlessly dark.

As if the bloody madness in his eyes just now was just an illusion.

He became eerily calm.

The Jade Flute he had cast out, under his mental control, burst open the surrounding spiritual power, whistling back, faintly resonating with the thundering dragon’s chant.

The Yin Jade represented the symbol of kingship, even in the Ghost Path’s Central Netherworld Dynasty, a king has the auspicious energy of a dragon.

The assassin named Hong Zhuang immediately felt the threat, scoffing coldly, and a heavy bone-chopping knife was flipped out from the midst of her billowing cloak, turning into an aggressive strike that split the entire space in two with a rumbling sound.

The swiftly approaching Jade Flute seemed to meet resistance, hanging in mid-air.

Baili An stepped forward, pointing to his forehead’s spirit platform, his spiritual power drifting out of his body and turning into tangible light.

Seeing this, Ning Feiyan raised her eyebrows in surprise, the countless threads of pure and refined spiritual power solidifying from his fingertips into silvery light.

Even a talisman master who had been cultivating for a hundred years couldn’t possess such pure and refined spiritual power, but he had a clean, transparent soul.

The threads of spiritual light ignored space and speed, merging into the flute, the smooth surface of the jade lightly outlined with silvery divine runes, tracing all the way to the end, the unextinguished threads climbing up, growing a silver segment of branches and tendrils as if from some ancient mystical tree.

The blade storm was shattered!

A strand of extremely deep and cold frost, like a terrifying force capable of freezing the earth, or like a heavy hammer of the Frost Snow God, fiercely hit Hong Zhuang’s shoulder.

The cold, reticent woman finally burst out with a hiss of anger and frustration, her entire right shoulder shattered completely, her purple cloak torn in several places, blood spurting from the tears, quickly freezing into frost.

She was flung dozens of meters away, her disheveled mask scattering like snow blown by the wind under that strong and cold force, flaking off into speckled iron filings.