The white snow, flickering with flawless light, falls from the sky, dances from the cold wind, and is accompanied by the occasional snow and red plum petals from the branches, drifting and dancing wantonly.

"Sister Xuechan, try this ........."

Ten miles of merlin, a wooden pavilion, four or five figures, warm wine and tea. Bai Ye stared at the gentle woman in front of her, her black eyes full of distress and guilt.

White fireworks burst out from his hands, and countless white vines burned among them.

From the glittering divine grass, to the withered vines, to the ashes, only drops of incomparably pure liquid swirled in the flames, constantly becoming more and more refined.

He raised his hand, wrapped the drops of pure medicinal liquid with demonic power, and sent them to the cup in front of Xue Chan. The woman in the black green leather armor on the side was stunned, of course, what she was looking at was not those medicinal liquids, but the means of fire control by the young man beside her.

For others, this is just a few simple actions, but for her, a demon lord who is already comparable to the existence of a human monk in the Tribulation Period, this is an opportunity to comprehend the power of the bloodline.

This young man, every movement, every fluctuation of demonic power, in her opinion, is in line with a strange trajectory in the dark, as if a guide, as if a kind of avenue texture.

Although the odds of having an epiphany were slim, she was still willing to try. After all, the young man in front of him is the bloodline of the twelve demon gods of her clan, although he is not the ancestral source of her bloodline power, but in a sense, there are different paths to the same end.

Xue Chan smiled when she saw Bai Ye like this, and then she nodded, grabbed one of Bai Ye's arms and shook it lightly a few times, signaling that he didn't need to do this.

She gently lifted the cup on the table with both hands and drank the liquid from it.

From the moment the cup of medicinal liquid entered her abdomen, a brilliant silver divine glow emanated from Xue Chan's body, and in an instant, she turned into a brilliant and dazzling light cluster, even if it was Bai Ye and the Thousand Pupils of the Northern Darkness, she couldn't look at it directly.

Mystic runes shimmering with silver brilliance emerged from this cluster of light, forming hundreds of glowing circles of light, rotating in different directions.

Bai Ye stood in place, staring at Xue Chan who was in a state of digestion and transformation, and his heavy pupils couldn't help but flash a slight hint of nervousness and urgency.

The more Xue Chan was like this, the more he felt indebted. He had long regarded everyone in the Chenlu vein as a family member, and that warmth had been engraved in the deepest part of his heart, but at the moment when Emperor Jialing suppressed it, he really felt afraid.

Seven thoughts float and one thought is attachment. His obsession comes from hatred, from the yearning for warmth, and when he yearns, he is naturally afraid of losing. In the previous life, he walked the way of forgetting love.

But that failed after all, the years were long, but he didn't have much time to experience, but refused, since the fall of Loulanyu, he refused everything that reached the warmth of his heart.

The second generation of Taoist poems that killed the emperor, he suddenly had a feeling of understanding. That is understanding, but also self-deprecation, at this moment, in front of him, it seems that there is nothing, only a pool of stagnant water.

A mirror, slowly extending upwards from the water, until it appeared in front of the white night.

"Life is a mirror that reflects you and me. ”

"Destiny is a mirror, reflecting where you and I belong. ”

"The mind is a mirror that reflects the path of you and me. ”

............

"I've never gotten it once, but I feel like I've lost it a thousand times. ”

"When I stand at the top, I find that I have been accompanied by loneliness, no one to talk to me, the empty winter makes me shiver, and I will ponder at that time, what do I mean when I stand at the top?"

Two tears rolled down from his eyes, and at this moment, the mirror that had nothing to reflect suddenly shattered, and Bai Ye only felt a trance, and when he came back to his senses, he suddenly found that his arm was tightly held by two hands.

A jade hand, a small jade hand.

"Daddy, don't be sad, Aunt Xue will definitely get better. What sounded in my ears was the sound of white crispy.

Bai Ye turned his head and looked at the daughter in front of him who had dark blue pupils but was unexpectedly obtained by him. She was held in her arms by Mo Yexue, waving her little hands quietly, like an elf in the world.

"Don't talk nonsense, children, you should call someone else's aunt. ”

"Got it, Daddy. ”

Bai Sushu squinted her eyes slightly, stretched out a pair of little chubby hands to hold the big hand that covered Bai Ye's head, and the corners of her mouth were filled with an innocent smile.

"White Night, who is this little girl?"

Bai Ye turned his head, and when he saw the puzzled and curious eyes of the Thousand Pupils of the Northern Darkness and the few people present, he couldn't help but show a wry smile - how can this be explained?

He had communicated with Mo Yexue in private, and the white crisp was a surprise given to him by Mo Yexue. When he left the Beifeng Frontier, Bai Ye was surrounded by three Nine Dome Wind Butterflies, and left a butterfly egg in his dantian for a long time, which seemed to be the last hope of their race.

But by mistake, the butterfly egg and the ice bead he cultivated from his epiphany of extreme cold artistic conception became one, becoming an independent individual.

Since entering Beiliang, Bingzhu has helped him get out of trouble in adversity several times, and has also saved his life from a curse when he broke through the Yuan Infant Stage.

For it, it is not necessarily safer to live in the body of the white night than to hide in some corner of the outside world. But it still chose the white night, unconditionally believing, for no other reason, because of the guidance of the bloodline.

It is a vast ancient butterfly, but it is also a demon, and Bai Ye is Fan Li, one of the twelve demon gods of the Flood Wilderness, although he has experienced a blood melting, and his bloodline has changed because of this, but this does not affect the butterfly egg's judgment of his breath at all.

At the moment when Bai Ye was attacked by Emperor Jialing, his demon blood was infused throughout the dantian. At that time, the ice beads were in a state of development and evolution, and if it weren't for the demon blood infusion and the care of Mo Yexue, I am afraid that the butterfly would have died in the bead.

Therefore, as soon as she was born, she had the blood of Bai Ye, had a terrifying ice method, and regarded Bai Ye and Mo Yexue as her parents. She is still a young child, not yet grown, and unable to awaken her butterfly bloodline, so she can only appear in the form of a human.

"My daughter, you ............ It can also be understood as my yuan baby. ”

At this time, everyone including Hyuna was completely surprised by him.

They are all people who have seen the wind and waves, such as the Thousand Pupils of the North Underworld, she was born in the emperor's house, has traveled all over the world, read countless books and classics, and experienced countless experiences, but this is the case, the situation in front of her, she is unheard of, unseen.

However, what no one noticed was that while listening to Bai Ye's introduction of this little girl as his daughter, a trace of inexplicable grief flashed in the eyes of the Thousand Hitomies of the North Darkness, a feeling that could not be easily shaken off.

When Hyuna heard this, she couldn't help but look at the white-haired little girl in the arms of the woman in red, and looked at the extremely magnificent dark blue pupils. What she felt was three breaths. One is extremely obvious, and two are extremely subtle.

One is Fan Li's breath, which is exactly the same as Bai Ye's body. The other two, one is the breath of another demon race, and the other is the breath of the incomparably profound avenue.

When the emperor goes, what does he want?

Stepping on immortality, I mean to Ling Tian.

This was what she felt, though only for a moment, fleeting, as if it were an illusion. However, the dark green demon blood dripping from the corner of her mouth told her that there was nothing wrong with her feelings......

What is this, whose will is it, it is too terrifying............ At this moment, Hyuna couldn't help but bow her head slightly, not daring to look directly at the dark blue pupils of the little highness.

At this moment, the silver light in front of Bai Ye and the others suddenly dispersed. A figure reappeared in everyone's sight, white clothes were better than snow, long hair was like a waterfall, and it was as soft as water.

Xue Chan looked at her back in amazement, where there was a pair of transparent cicada wings, exuding a cold and extraordinary aura. However, the next moment, with a ding, the pair of beautiful cicada wings shattered, turned into countless fragments, and disappeared with the wind.

Seeing this scene, the Thousand Pupils of the North Darkness looked lost. She knew that Xue Chan's cultivation in this life was ruined. Her heavy pupils have lost all color, they are completely dim, and without cultivation, is she, a junior sister like a younger sister, going to die like a mortal?

The answer is no.

The white dragons, one after another, exuded a soft silver light, floating around Xuechan's body, as if it was a kind of protection, as if it was the nature of this body.

Looking at the woman in white who was guarded by the white dragon in front of her, Hyuna was completely shocked. She is a descendant of the Ten Thousand Demon Clan's Hyunwu lineage, and has a great blood relationship with the Holy Beast Xuanwu, who left a name for inheritance during the flood and famine.

She is Hyunya's aunt. In a sense, she is Xuanwu, the direct blood relative of the legendary Zhenwu Emperor, and a direct descendant with her pure bloodline.

She and Hyunya's father's father are the legendary Xuan Turtle Tyrant bloodline, and their mother is a Xuan Snake with a little true dragon blood.

Therefore, there is some pure dragon blood in her body, but the amount is very thin, almost negligible. But at this moment, she only felt that the demon blood in her body was in a roaring state.

That is, the call from the bloodline, although not as strong as when she first saw Bai Ye, but it was more in line with the call of her heart. Is this woman in white a dragon?

Looking at Xue Chan's surprised eyes, Bai Ye's face finally returned to normal from miserable whiteness. The result he wants is half the battle.

He reached out and slowly stroked the silver dragon ring on his right hand. In the space there, a pitch-black ring lay quietly on the ground.

It was something that Hyun Jiusi and the others left before leaving, saying that it was a little bit of the heart of all their elders. But as soon as he opened it, he realized that it was a treasure trove of all wonders.

From all kinds of immortal herbs, to rare heavenly and earthly treasures, to the magic weapons and spiritual weapons confiscated from the Terran monks, as well as various levels of elixirs and demon beast inner pills............ And so on and so forth.

The white vine he used for Xuechan is called ambergris ancient vine, its shape is like a withered vine, the breath is ordinary, the only difference is in the color, the whole body is snow-white, like the skin of the beauty of the dragon clan, as smooth as water.

"Childe, this is ............"

"Xiao Cheng's big dragon immortal body. ”

"Great Dragon............ Immortals?"

Listening to Bai Ye's story, the two daughters of Beiming Qiantong and Hyunya fell into dementia. They............ Didn't you hear it wrong, the name that this young man said just now has the word immortal?

"It's a pity that Sister Xue Chan's previous penance cultivation is all gone, and ............ Still can't speak. ”

Speaking of this, Bai Ye couldn't help but clench his fists, and at this moment, he had fallen into deep self-blame.

"Sister Xuechan, it's my brother's fault, in the future, you may not be able to speak, this is an immortal cultivation method, you try it first, with your current physique, you should be able to achieve a small success, in the future, I will definitely let you set foot in the immortal path." ”

Bai Ye suddenly spoke, but the three daughters of Xuechan were struck by lightning.

"Senior brother, are you having demons, how can you be full of nonsense?"

Beiming Qiantong opened her mouth in surprise, for the first time since the battle in Beifeng's territory, she felt that she was becoming more and more unable to see the junior brother in front of her. Is this still the white night she knew?

How can such words as becoming an immortal be child's play?

"Two girls, you can believe the words of my son, even I want to get the promise of my son. ”

Seeing that the two girls of Beiming Qiantong and Xuechan didn't believe it, Hyuna couldn't help but laugh, but the meaning of her words was completely true.

This young man is the god of her clan, and he has been roasting the wilderness for hundreds of billions of years! How magnificent! In the past, the real immortal was just an ant in front of him, right?

"Forehead ............"

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Under the cover of night, Bai Ye lay on his side on the branches of a plum tree, and Mo Yexue and Bai Susu had returned to his dantian. And he took advantage of the night to drink a pot of ice and was intoxicated, and his heart was extremely complicated at the moment.

Under the tree, Hyuna sat half-leaning on the plum tree, her body and mind were completely attracted by the plum wine in her arms, to be honest, tens of thousands of years since she was born, this is the deepest wine she has ever drunk.

In the wooden house, two women sat cross-legged, one ninety-nine white dragon wrapped around the body, practicing immortal methods, and the other was gathering double flowers to recover from injuries............