From the Burial Divine Sea to the Heavenly Plain, Ye Bai barely stayed for too long along the way.

On this day, I finally returned to the snow valley in the mountains.

The valley was safe and sound, Zuo Yuan, Hai Langlan, and Guo Baiyun had all returned before him, and the cultivators were in retreat to recuperate from their injuries, but no one left.

After briefly talking about the matter of the flying boat to Li Dongyang and others, Ye Bai immediately retreated.

After entering his stone cave, Ye Bai immediately took out three thousand green silk cups and looked at them carefully.

On the side of the Terran monks, their vitality was greatly damaged, and it would be unwise to defend the two oldest soul tribes left, and Ye Bai didn't want to see more casualties in his heart, so on the way back, he had already decided to turn Zhan around, return to the three thousand green silk cups in his hands again, and refine them again.

Back then, because he didn't like killing, he felt that it was difficult to bring out the power of this magic weapon, so he gave it to Liu Cheng.

Who would have thought that more than a thousand years later, his hands were already stained with blood, and countless monks had died at his hands.

In the dark, there may really be a certainty.

......

In the glass lamp, the light center formed by the condensation of black and white hair is strangely swaying in the enclosed space.

Listening carefully, it seems that I can feel countless terrible and miserable voices echoing in my mind, and even my eyes are a little unable to shift, as if I am absorbed by some kind of force, and I sink into it.

Countless dots of white, green dots, moving slowly, seem small and faint, but in fact this is only the surface.

Ye Bai probed into his divine sense and entered the inner space of the magic weapon.

As soon as he entered, countless ghost-like hideous black shadows immediately rushed in his direction. Although the strength of the cultivation varies, it is dense and dense. The overwhelming ferocious momentum can make people's legs tremble and cold sweat fall.

"Get the hell out of here!"

Ye Bai snorted, and took up the sacrificial heart refining method of this magic weapon, and the power of the primordial god condensed into a long cyan whip covered with thorns, and pulled it out fiercely!

These lose consciousness. There was only the killing and fear instinct left, how was Ye Bai's opponent, he howled miserably and fled to the depths of the void in all directions.

Ye Bai didn't chase it for the time being, this magic weapon is now an ownerless thing, he needs to plant a divine sense imprint, and then ambush these primordial gods and ghosts together before he can use it.

And to better exert the power of this magic weapon, the most difficult part is to capture the monk's original god. Especially the Genshin of the high-ranking monks.

When Liu Cheng was using the Three Thousand Green Silk Cups, he had half-jokingly hoped that Ye Bai would help him hunt and collect some powerful Yuan Infant Cultivators' Yuan Shen.

Ye Bai has always kept this matter in mind, and now he has collected a lot of it in his hands, and when he fought a few battles of Bilan, he captured a lot, but unfortunately Liu Cheng didn't have a chance to use it.

After sighing slightly, Ye Bai withdrew from his divine sense. From the storage space, take out a jade box with a large volume!

Click!

After opening. Dozens of clusters of green or white primordial gods appeared in Ye Bai's eyes, each of which had been erased from his senses, but still exuded the power of the vast primordial gods.

Among them, the two most powerful groups are the two late Yuan Infant monks who guarded the ghost remnant yang back then, Ghost Da and Ghost Er. The strength of the two of them is eye-catching.

Since swallowing the Yuan Shen of Guhong Daojun, Ye Bai has never swallowed it again, and has kept it all.

Now he hasn't even completely digested the Yuan Shen of Guhong Daojun. If you swallow it again, it will be useless for the time being.

After sweeping for a while, Ye Bai first punched his Yuan Shen brand into the three thousand green silk cups, and then lifted the lampshade, moved his fingers, and took a Yuan Shen from the jade box and entered the lamp!

The sound of squeaky pain exploded!

In Ye Bai's eyes, there was no emotion, he was in his senses, and he directly sacrificed and cultivated!

......

In a flash, it was three years.

In the deep valley of the snow-capped mountains, it gradually became lively.

Some monks who were lightly injured such as Overnight Rain have recovered, and most of the other monks have also recovered, only some monks who have been seriously injured in the body of the Yuan Shen will still need time to recover.

On this day, the sea storm and the overnight rain fought again in the dark, and several huge deep pits were thrown around.

The sound of thudging kept exploding in the valley, and the snow was splashing.

Guo Baiyun and Li Dongyang stood from a distance and watched, both smiling.

I don't know how long it took for the sound of the fight to dissipate, and the sea storm and the overnight rain walked over naked and majestic, sweating and panting.

Hai Langlan sat on the ground, looked at the catastrophic cloud in the sky, and said with disdain: "These soul clans don't have the guts, they should have guessed that we were here a long time ago, and they didn't dare to kill us, and the formation ban arranged by Zuo Yuan's predecessors and Wan Guan's predecessors was in vain!"

"They're not that stupid!"

Guo Baiyun smiled and said: "Provoke the power behind us, where are their good fruits to eat, others are fine, if you provoke the Yuelong seniors to make a move, the catastrophe is just around the corner." ”

Li Dongyang nodded in agreement.

When Hai Langlan heard his words, his eyes shot with fascination, and he sighed: "I don't know when I will be able to advance to the ...... of the dust."

A few people laughed.

Li Dongyang said: "You and Yeyu have found the most suitable artistic conception for themselves, with your qualifications and blessings, comprehending the heart of artistic conception, it is only a matter of time or time, Brother Baiyun and I are still worried about comprehending the artistic conception of clouds and the artistic conception of the stars, and I always feel that we are one step behind." ”

Guo Baiyun nodded.

Overnight, the rain long knife was put into the sheath, and he smiled and said: "These two artistic conceptions, just listening to the name, it doesn't seem like they were comprehended in battle, according to me, after the soul clan is over, you two should go to travel the world and look for an opportunity to comprehend." ”

Li Dongyang nodded and said: "It is already difficult to comprehend the artistic conception, and I have to comprehend the heart of the artistic conception again, as long as I think about it, I feel that the road ahead is extremely difficult." ”

When several people heard this, they all showed thoughtful expressions.

"After listening to the experience of the Black Panther's predecessors, I originally thought that as long as I killed enough enemies, I would be able to comprehend the heart of killing, but now it seems that it is not so simple, and I am afraid that there are some mysteries that I don't know." ”

Hearing his words, Guo Baiyun glanced at him, his eyes flashed, and he stopped talking!

Of course, it's not that simple, the Black Panther Daoist killed all the enemies who had great karma with him on that rainy night, instead of casually killing them.

If you want to comprehend the artistic conception of killing, I am afraid that it will be accompanied by unforgettable hatred and deep sorrow.

Guo Baiyun realized something, but he couldn't bear it and didn't say it, he would rather his opinion be wrong, otherwise in the rain overnight, I am afraid that only by encountering a heartache can he comprehend the heart of killing.

Lian Yeyu didn't notice his expression, and continued: "The teacher once told me that this time the slaughter of the soul clan is probably the best opportunity for Ye Bai to comprehend the heart of destruction, I really envy that guy." ”

When Hai Ranlan heard this, two bright lights exploded in his eyes, and he was surprised: "That guy, is he going to comprehend the Heart of Destruction so soon?

Everyone laughed.

Li Dongyang's eyes flashed a few times, and he suddenly remembered Ji Cangmang, I don't know when he will comprehend the heart of the pillar?

......

At this moment, a cold breath with the meaning of death suddenly swept over the place where several people were, coming and going quickly, in a flash!

But the four of them immediately caught it, and the sea raged and got up, their breath was high, and their eyes looked at the place where the breath came from.

"It's Ye Bai!"

"He's out!"

At the same time, many monks who had not completely retreated also immediately woke up, walked out of their stone room, and looked at Ye Bai's cave.

At the mouth of the cave, Ye Bai was wearing a cyan robe, his body was straight, standing on the edge of the cliff, his eyes were as heavy as ink, the color of death that people did not dare to look at directly, his breath was a little strange, gloomy, fierce, bloodthirsty, until after a dozen breaths, he slowly retreated and returned to his usual cold appearance.

After sweeping everyone around, Ye Bai said lightly: "Everyone, it's time for us to set off again!"

......

In the northwest of the Heavenly Plain, there is a large river hundreds of miles long and about two or three hundred zhang wide, which flows down from a snow-capped mountain and winds to the south.

This big river is called the Luoxing River, it is not frozen all the year round, it flows quietly, it is extremely clear, one of the two oldest tribes of the soul clan, the ancient Cangbu is located on the edge of the Luoxing River.

On this day, hundreds of retreats came from the south, roaring straight to the ancient Cangbu.

This mysterious new soul clan is finally about to be revealed. (To be continued......)