Over the years, Ye Xiao had already known that the White Tiger City Lord wanted to kill him, if it weren't for the Colorful Soul Phoenix and the two of them to avoid it, they would have been killed at that time.

Now throw it into the black hole, really, either draw it in and die of life exhaustion, or, it is the fighting spirit exhaustion and die!

The White Tiger City Lord didn't expect that he would have a supreme ring that could stop the passage of time, nor did he expect that he would have an almost infinite amount of fighting medicine and fighting stones! instead, Ye Xiao now had two thousand years of time to cultivate.

Ye Xiao guessed that he still had less than a thousand years of cultivation to paint, and this painting would be sent back to the real world by the rules of space at any time in a thousand years, and now that the cultivation and prohibition had been completed, what else could he cultivate again?

Ye Xiao thought of the words of the White Tiger City Lord scolding him: Nondescript person!

Why would the White Tiger City Lord say this? Could it be that the White Tiger Palm Technique that he had cultivated was created by the White Tiger City Lord? So, had the White Tiger Palm Technique changed after the White Tiger Palm Technique became transparent, or did it change from the pattern of the White Tiger City Lord's cultivation?

Ye Xiao's cultivation of the White Tiger Palm Technique felt uneasy, and he even hid it and no longer cultivated! If the White Tiger City Lord was the original creator of this palm technique, he would definitely be able to discover this kind of spell if he had practiced it.

Ye Xiao didn't want to be troubled by this kind of uneasiness one after another, so he had to find the cause of this uneasiness and think of a way to solve it.

The Colorful Soul Phoenix once said that the White Tiger City Lord had already entered the black hole, and after going out, his strength became the most terrifying, and he cultivated into a quasi-immortal in a very short period of time and occupied the White Tiger City.

With the rapid increase in strength, Ye Xiao could perhaps understand that it was the fallacy of this time, and the terrible was intriguing, and it was worth scrutinizing to become a quasi-immortal in a short time.

"This has something to do with black holes," Ye Xiao thought, "I have to simply face the black hole and try to draw it!"

Ye Xiao threw the Soul Fight into the secret space, anyway, the Soul Fight was like the little golden snake, and he couldn't see anything.

Lifting the white tiger palm technique that had not been used for a long time, I saw that the palm of the hand slowly became as crystal clear as jade!

Ye Xiao looked at the black hole in the Supreme Ring is dead and silent, without any light and most!

But after Ye Xiao opened a small gap in the painting, it seemed that there was a gust of wind blowing, Ye Xiao felt a slight itch in his body, and looked down, only to see that the clothes on his body had all turned into ashes, and his body was wrinkled!

The jade-like fingers touched the black hole without interruptions, and there was no discomfort at first, after a few breaths, Ye Xiao found that his fingers seemed to be stained with a layer of paint, and after a few breaths, Ye Xiao's fingers led to pure black.

The pure black fingers emitted a black light, and Ye Xiao couldn't feel his fingers, as if all the touches had been broken.

Ye Xiao pulled his fingers back, looked at the bright black light, and pointed to the painting plant near the left, only to see that the finger painting touched the medicine fight, the black black light flashed, and the whole plant of the medicine completely withered and destroyed the soul.

Ye Xiao's eyes shrank, not only absorbing the fighting soul, but even the living soul was completely absorbed, and his fingers became dark, and he also spread upwards!

Ye Xiao took out a fighting sword, and his fingers were poked, and the fighting sword was easily pierced, and the fighting spirit of the fighting sword was all plundered, and even the raw materials of the fighting sword became decayed, and the black light of the fingers climaxed again.

After absorbing the substance of the black hole, his fingers became harder, at least much stronger than Ye Xiao's physical body! And most importantly, his fingers plundered what he touched: fighting souls and living souls!

Ye Xiao thought that after Zhang Wanyou practiced the White Tiger Palm Technique earlier, his palm was black and covered with scales! Could it be that this Zhang Wanyou was practicing with a demon beast? This caused the black substance that was absorbed by the practice of the rare substance between heaven and earth, that is, the substance in this black hole.

Ye Xiao stopped exercising, his palms became flat, and his fingers that had become black also turned back to flat, and the feeling of painting came back.

Transporting the White Tiger Palm Method again, the fingers lead to the original drawing again!

If the White Tiger City Lord was aware of this kind of spell in the black hole, then all the White Tiger City Lords would probably absorb this substance, and his transformation would become black and bright on all his body.

He also slaughtered two white tigers about the same in appearance, and with the huge energy of the two white tigers, he had enough strength to achieve success! And with his all-encompassing characteristics, he would be able to cultivate easily! Moreover, if he was against him, he would definitely die the most terrible death, and there was not a single drop of flesh and blood fighting souls left, and even the fighting souls were absorbed and refined.

This is what Ye Xiao can guess, what is the effect of scolding himself for being nondescript?

Ye Xiao looked at the black bright fingers, and successively ran the snake painting after the White Tiger Palm Technique! I saw that all the bodies slowly became transparent, and in the end, only one finger was left and it was still black.

At this moment, Ye Xiao's eyes changed: the black bright fingers were tingling, the black was fading, and with Ye Xiao's luck, the black was dissolved at a speed that could be seen by the naked eye, and many black substances were swallowed by Ye Xiao and turned transparent.

Ye Xiao frowned, after his body became transparent, his physical body was still as strong as a quiet dwelling painting, and all the sense of touch was there!

But every time it leads to transparency, there is always a sense of danger that the painting can't be left behind!

Ye Xiao stretched out his transparent palm to the Supreme Ring, like a little water in boiling oil! The space of the black hole seemed to blow a breeze, and all the palms were surrounded by black substance.

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The matter in the black hole wraps around the palm of the hand, like oil and water colliding, eroding each other!

However, the attributes of the two seem to be similar but different, Ye Xiao's palm is controlled by himself, and the matter in the black hole is only the devouring of functions, under the confrontation between the two, Ye Xiao's palm began to devour the black substance, Ye Xiao sensed that there was a silk pure energy into the body, this energy is the most huge, more than ten times more pure than the fighting soul.

With more and more pure energy, Ye Xiao simply put away the Supreme Ring and sat cross-legged in the black hole, because the black hole did not pose a danger to Ye Xiao after the transformation.

Ye Xiao slowly absorbed the substance of the black hole, and his transparent body became more and more powerful, this kind of strength was like the white tiger's mind method when it absorbed the substance of the black hole! But now Ye Xiao felt everything, and there was no discomfort.

If Ye Xiao's body strength in the past was the early stage of fighting babies, now it is evolving to the middle stage of fighting babies!

Ye Xiao has been painting and sitting in the black hole for hundreds of years, and there are bursts of whirlwind blowing outside all the figures, and a large amount of black hole material has been absorbed and refined by Ye Xiao!

And Ye Xiao is like a black hole in a black hole, continuously absorbing and refining! This was originally a formidable substance, but now it is Ye Xiao's tonic.

Until the black hole painting returned to the remote, Ye Xiao's eyelids trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes! All of Ye Xiao's pupils were like two pitch-black black holes, and a good painting would lead to a flat life.

After absorbing a lot of black hole substance, Ye Xiao's figure felt the most satisfied, and the sense of danger of the White Tiger Palm Cultivation that accompanied the painting was completely gone! Now Ye Xiao felt that this mutated figure was truly controllable and belonged to himself.

It can also be that this White Tiger Palm Technique is the cultivation spell of the White Tiger City Lord, there must be something greasy in it! The danger in the dark made Ye Xiao break out into confrontation when he saw the White Tiger City Lord, so as to verify his intuition.

Ye Xiao clenched his fists, and painted a fist at the void, and his fist turned into a huge white tiger roaring and rushing towards it, and the four masters were shivering in the space!

Ye Xiao punched the void several times one after another, then stopped and carefully sensed the painting, and hit the difference point in the void a few punches again, the space shook violently, and the small crack in the drawing bar was found, Ye Xiao quickly reached in and took out a black spar the size of a fist.

This black spar is the crystallization of the substance in the black hole, just like the painting of the Jiajian Fighting Stone in the fighting spirit, full of energy.

Ye Xiao swung his fist continuously, studying the black crystals everywhere in the black hole, and he didn't know how far he had gone in this painting path, and he had gained a lot of black crystals!

This black hole seems to be infinitely spacious, Ye Xiaonian repaints the year, day after day, and does not come to the end!

Whenever the surging fighting soul wants to break the barrier and break the middle stage of the soul, there will always be special fluctuations in the painting species, scattering the fighting spirit, and even the fighting soul retrograde, and the strength is scattered, but Ye Xiao can retrograde the nameless mental method, and it is true that he will not be injured, but he can't break it and upgrade.

Ye Xiao couldn't feel that kind of fluctuating discovery in the past, but now after absorbing and refining the black hole substance, he can feel it a little! Now follow that strange fluctuation, draw a path over, and harvest some black crystals by the way.

Ye Xiao got to draw a black crystal again, and the density of black crystals on this painting road became more and more dense, and only by painting and using the fighting spirit, it would be dispersed by strange fluctuations, and this fluctuation became more and more dense, and even the fighting spirit could not be used.

Ye Xiao's body foundation does not need to use the fighting soul to guarantee a sufficient amount of strength, and the drawing of the black hole is his fighting spirit!

Suddenly, Ye Xiao's eyes were fixed, and there was a middle-aged monk sitting cross-legged in front of him, wearing a purple crown and a face like white jade, with three strands of beautiful beard under it, and his eyes were staring ahead.

Ye Xiao cautiously did not move, those who can survive in the black hole are not easy to match, just like the White Tiger City Lord, who is already a quasi-immortal in less than a thousand years, Ye Xiao does not dare to approach easily and must not turn around and leave, some old monsters are murderous, and if they are in a good mood, they are also murderous, and if they are in a bad mood, they are also murderous.

But after painting the tea, the monk still didn't move, Ye Xiao swallowed the foam, and his divine sense slowly probed to the monk, but he didn't see any reaction from the monk, and there was no fluctuation in any life, it was already a way to disappear.

Ye Xiaofei looked at the painting closely, and saw that the monk's eyes were full of anger, and his eyes were wide open, as if he had endless anger that he could not release.

Draw a jade plaque floating in front of it, and write "White Tiger, rebellious!" Ye Xiaohua was stunned, is this white tiger the White Tiger City Lord or the two white tigers slaughtered by the White Tiger City Lord? Or is it another white tiger?

Ye Xiao stretched out his hand to hold the jade card, and when he touched it with his hand, all the jade cards turned into powder, and as soon as his finger touched the middle-aged monk, the middle-aged monk also turned into powder, and even the storage ring turned into ashes!

"Is this? Could it be that this monk has been in for too long, died after the fighting spirit was shattered, and even his body has turned into humanoid dust with the passage of time?"

As the middle-aged monk dispersed, he left behind a few black crystals with slightly larger fists, which were similar to the black crystals that Ye Xiao had picked up in the past.

Ye Xiao's heartbeat was uncontrollable, was this black crystal found by the middle-aged monk, or was this black crystal changed by the middle-aged monk?

Ye Xiao's face was pale, and then he painted the road forward, and met many monks, each of whom was painted into powder, and even some were only powdered.

But there will be a few black crystals at each sitting monk, some are three or five black crystals, and some are ten or eight black crystals.

There are many monks who still combine the actions of their lives, all facing the square, their minds or galloping, or scolding, or crying, but the depths of their eyes are full of fear and anger!

Ye Xiao has been gone for more than a few years, that kind of hidden fluctuation has become the norm, and the fighting soul can no longer be used, and the fighting soul in the body will be dispersed, and even the golden soul will be destroyed, thanks to Ye Xiao's physical body, he can absorb the energy of the black hole without using the fighting soul.

Ye Xiao no longer collects black crystals, painting one is already the most he collects, and drawing another one about These black crystals are made by refining the monks! Ye Xiao couldn't bear to collect it anymore.

Ye Xiao has been flying for another two hundred years, and in the past two hundred years, he has not seen any more painters, nor has he found the existence of Black Crystal.

Time also seemed to be consolidated, there was nothing, and it seemed like there was no end, but Ye Xiao sensed that he was getting closer to the source of the fluctuation.

Just when Ye Xiao was about to wonder if he was going to think about it one after another, he found a bright light in the distance, which was the light in the black hole that Ye Xiaosnake had seen for thousands of years!

Ye Xiao followed the light forward, but it still took a few years to get closer, and only looked at the painting, Ye Xiao gasped.

Two huge white tigers thousands of feet long lie there, like two mountain ranges, majestic fighting spirit!

What made Ye Xiao frightened was that the snake heads of the two white tigers were cut off and thrown on the edge of the painting, and above the snake heads stood the painted people, mixed with black armor, and there were snake heads on their shoulders!

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The White Tiger City Lord held the long sword in his hand, the sword was surging, the sword blade was still dripping blood, and the soul momentum of the painting was sweeping in all directions! Ye Xiao didn't dare to move, looking at the powerful back of this quasi-immortal, he couldn't change the ending by doing anything, it was up to the White Tiger City Lord to do what he wanted to do with himself.

But Ye Xiao stood for a long time, and he didn't see the White Tiger City Lord painting any movement, and a vivid thought of painting came to Ye Xiao's heart: Could it be that this White Tiger City Lord is also dead?

Ye Xiao's heart was beating irrepressibly, painting a quasi-immortal and dying in front of him, saying it would be shocking to the world.

Ye Xiao stood for a few more hours, making sure that the White Tiger City Lord would not make any moves towards him, so he took a deep breath and flew over there.

The body of the snake is thousands of feet long, the black scales on it are as big as a basin, flashing with a compelling black light, and the sharp and huge snake claws are very cold! Ye Xiao believes that the painting claws can crush the boulder and sweep the mountain flat.

The blood on the neck of the white tiger was still dripping in the void, and the wound was neat and gorgeous, as if it had just been cut off from the painting, and the hideous snake head was broken off the edge of the painting, and above it was the white tiger city lord standing with a sword.

Ye Xiao flew far away to the front of the White Tiger City Lord, and his eyes opened suddenly: This White Tiger City Lord did not cover his face! This is the consciousness of a young man, his pursed lips hook the best curvature, and the high nose bridge is flanked by charming eyes, but the painting inserts a very small dagger into the White Tiger City Lord's eyebrows, and the tiny blood falls on the handsome face like a winding insect.