A touch of white light, glowing with pale yellow light, pierced the sky and amazed countless pedestrians in the border city. The scent of earth wafted through the air, a proclamation, as if something was about to come.

God, it's black.

"Boom—"

Finally, when the breeze was blowing, a thunderous sound exploded, resounding through the sea of clouds. The rain, the icy rain, the cold rain, the merciless rain, poured down, hitting the buildings, hitting the earth, hitting the bodies of countless border city creatures.

"It's raining. ”

A white-haired young man stood by the window, and he sighed, just because of an ominous premonition, which always appeared in his heart. And he doesn't have the ability to be fat, he can't predict the future, he can only wait for the ominous arrival in his heart.

The wind blew harder, more violent, more ferocious. It is like a pair of invisible giant hands, brushing across the border city and the whole land, domineering and destroying everything.

When the wind and rain were blowing, Bai Ye was still standing in front of the window, and in the face of the torrential rain that stinged his body, he did not choose to retreat.

"Xiaoya, you try it, immerse your divine consciousness in this storm, attract the power of the bloodline, and comprehend it with your heart. ”

The white night whispered, and the heavy pupils shone with a strange luster. The demon clan has a unique advantage in terms of physical body, but most of the demon clan is the same as the witch clan in terms of cultivation.

Only cultivating the physical body, not cultivating the primordial gods, is their disadvantage when facing the cultivation of the human race. But through his observations, he discovered the fact that some demon clans are born to resonate with some specific environments.

It was the throbbing of the power of the bloodline, their innate ability. Hyuna, who was at such a moment, did not hesitate to start the experiment after listening to Bai Ye's words, and the result was to set off a storm in this slightly small space.

I saw that her body exuded a faint blue light, and hideous lines extended on her leather armor, and with her as the center, a terrifying oppressive force appeared.

Even in the white night, I couldn't help but hold my breath at this moment. That coercion, but it is a real demon master, comparable to the Tribulation Period monk of the human race.

This level of cultivation is crushed, and it is not at all something that the bloodline talent can make up for.

And the woman in the ink armor who was at the center of coercion suddenly changed her temperament at this moment, violent, fierce, and raging, as if a storm was coming, as if the people who came into contact with her would fall into the abyss of death as long as they were not careful.

Now, the environment in their room is no worse than the outside. Bai Ye looked at Hyunya who was caught in this special cultivation state, and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

But he knew that now, it was his turn to act as a Dharma protector. Hyuna obviously had entered a strange state of cultivation, and in order not to leak any breath, he could only do his best to block her coercion.

The night continues, and the rain continues.

In this night with only the sound of the wind, the dawn that had appeared has receded, everything is once again in the dark, and in this violent and oppressive atmosphere, a silent disaster is brewing.

At this moment, the Feng family, in a newly opened stone chamber.

"Elder, you can get started. A large man came to Feng Mo's side, nodded at him, and began his secret transmission.

"Initiation, the instrument of the beginning. ”

Feng Mo raised the cane in his hand and yelled at a sarcophagus, only to see him quickly cut through his hands, the true yuan condensed, the blood ignited, turning into a blood-colored flame, the flames dispersed, and a blood-colored unique pattern quickly condensed in front of him.

It was as thin as a piece of paper, emitting an eerie glow in the dark chamber, and after a few moments of fluttering and swaying in the air, it finally landed on the coffin board of the sarcophagus.

Not only Feng Mo, but all the people of the Feng family present at this moment cut their hands, extracted the purest essence blood in their bodies with true yuan, burned it into blood flames, and turned it into blood lines.

Finally, after all the blood streaks had been attached to the stone slab, a strange blood-colored streak manifested there. It was a scorpion, its body twisted, wielding mastiff pincers, and it looked extremely hideous and vicious.

And in the sarcophagus, there is a little girl lying in it, at the moment she is lying calmly in it, unable to move a bit, everything looks weird and normal, the only thing that can reveal the weird and terrifying is the little girl's eyes.

Fear, pain, despair, terror......

Countless negative emotions swirled in her eyes.

"Seals, the art of burning blood. ”

For a while, in the entire secret room, everyone raised their arms and shouted, and then they neatly put their right and left arms crossed in front of their chests, and their hands kept pinching the spell, and one by one the runes condensed by blood, with a strange aura, flew towards the coffin board.

"Bubbling ......"

That's the sound of blood flowing. In the sarcophagus, I saw a little girl lying motionless, her eyes wide open, but blood kept flowing from her seven orifices.

Finally, a small sphere condensed out of the sarcophagus, which had a faint sweet smell and was the blood in the little girl's body. Now that it had dried up, the eyes of the little girl, that is, Yun'er, immediately dimmed, and even became a little numb.

Her body shriveled, her skin turned pale, and her expression became hideously twisted...... She wasn't breathing. Until the scorpion print turned into a bloody light and rushed straight into her body.

The next moment, everything in Yun'er returned to normal, her body became the same as before, no longer shriveled, and her skin was even more white and red, looking very healthy.

The only thing that was strange was her cold expression and numb eyes. She closed her eyes and lay down in the sarcophagus until the coffin board was closed.

"Into the coffin. Feng Mo roared again. In circles and circles of strange blood-colored ripples, the sarcophagus sank into the ground, and there was no trace of it.

"We succeeded. ”

I don't know who said it, everyone turned around and looked at each other a few times, and sure enough, there were a few more strands of gray hair on everyone's head.

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

When the morning breeze blows through the closed doors and windows of every house, and beams of golden light sprinkle over the calm earth, people come out to move.

The storm passed, lasting one day and one night.

However, when people walked out of their homes, a message spread through the crowd.

"The old boatman is dead. ”

"The old boatman died, on a broken ferry. ”

"The old boatman died, on the broken ferry, and his house collapsed. ”

"The old boatman is dead, and he has pity for his granddaughter, who is not yet an adult...... How will this miserable man live in the future?"

Some sigh, some are calm, some are confused.

In the border city, except for a few major cultivation families, the name of the old boatman is loud enough. On average, eight out of ten ordinary people in the border city have taken that ferry.

Even cultivators know a little bit about the old boatman's name. They all knew that the poor old man was a miserable man who ruined his life because of a deal.

A funeral was held for him. They made a coffin out of a broken boat at his ferry, and put the old man with a white beard in it and buried him in the earth.

The place where he was buried was originally a thatched hut. Now there is nothing left, all destroyed in a thunderstorm.

He's going to look for his granddaughter. This is what he was doing before he died. But he was buried in that river, and the old boatman, who had fought in the same river for most of his life, died in that river.

A thunderstorm destroys his ship and destroys his desire to get his granddaughter back. In the mist of the morning light, there were many people mourning the old boatman.

White night, impressively in it. He took Hyuna and looked out at the crowd, and these words came from his heart. To put it unrealistically, at this moment, he felt the thoughts of the deceased.

"It's ...... What's going on?"

Bai Ye was silent, and this was the first time he had encountered such a thing. For no reason, now he can actually see through something, and to some extent, this is too terrifying.

Looking at the scene in front of him, he remembered his previous sense of ominousness. The next moment, his face became much fairer. Black luck, he suddenly remembered this.

Although he was able to suppress the curse seal, it was only suppressed, and his luck had also been corrupted and destroyed by the curse, and all the cause and effect of the things in front of him, if combined with his weird black luck, could barely make sense.

What's more, if this is the case, then he may have to return to loneliness in the future. As long as he has irreversible black luck, then one day, everyone around him will be obliterated by the ominousness brought by this luck.

"Go, go back. ”

"Good. Hyuna nodded, and disappeared into the crowd with the white night.

.........

"This son, can it be convenient for Xiaosheng to sit at the same table with you?"

In the small restaurant, Bai Ye leisurely drank the fragrant plum wine in the cup, a bite of peanuts, a bite of fennel beans, and ate very unpleasantly.

Hyuna is the same, but at the moment she is just drinking, no need to accompany some snacks, no need to do anything else, just sit quietly, digesting some of the things she has realized over the past few days.

However, when this accosting sentence sounded, Bai Ye and Hyun Ya did not react, and they were still doing their own thing.

"Eh, Xiaosheng's name is Cui Daben, I don't know if the son is willing to appreciate the light?" The elegant boy gritted his teeth, and finally spoke again.

He is richly dressed, brocade and satin, his waist is decorated with beautiful jade sachets, and even the folding fan in his hand is absolutely extraordinary, and he is a magic weapon of no low grade.

"Ao, Cui Daben, have you heard of it?"

"No, why does Childe have such a problem? When I hear this name, it's obviously a straw bag. Hyun Ya opened the jade mouth lightly, and with a word, the elegant son was petrified on the spot.

He actually ...... Ignored?

"Hmph. Eventually, he snorted and disappeared at the end of the hallway of the store.........