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Today's Wanglong Island is shrouded in magic clouds, the demon road is prosperous, and the righteous path is not prosperous.

Bai Dye came here and remembered the ancient demon from before.

It was the devil, like a pebble, that hit the lake and caused a wave and changed the power on Wanglong Island.

Now, Bai Dye Yi Jin has returned to the star, and naturally has to deal with this kind of thing caused by him.

He flicked his fingers slightly, and the void rippled and spread to the mountains and fields.

In the next moment, a huge demon, covered with purple veins, cultivated to reach the Great Perfection of the Path, the demon was powerful, and it could make the void explode, but the moment he saw Bai Zhan, he trembled violently.

"My ......, Adult"

Before the demon could finish speaking, Bai Dye looked at him, the void exploded, and his voice stopped abruptly.

A generation of demonic giants couldn't survive even a breath in front of Bai Ran, and was pierced by a gaze.

The peak that could not be climbed in the past is now a small mound under the feet of Bai Zhan, which is the gap brought by strength.

On this day, there were many shocks on Wanglong Island, hundreds of demonic sects were wiped out, and many righteous sects sprung up like mushrooms after a rain.

In the future, in the historical records of Wanglong Island, this day of Wanglong's recovery was recorded in one sentence:

"In an instant, thousands of demon gates are wiped out!"

When the righteous people were recruiting disciples and were in full swing, the two of them had come to the secret realm of Wanglong.

The extreme source of the Wanglong Secret Realm is actually connected to a god refining inheritance.

In the memory of the Demon Drinker Heavenly Venerable, this inheritance is very powerful, and it seems that it does not come from this realm, but from the ethereal immortal realm!

Immortal realm, no one knows whether it exists, and since the monks discovered the absolute suppressive power of the immortal path on the heavenly dao, they began to speculate whether there is such a thing as an immortal realm.

Of course, this is just a one-sided guess by the Demon Drinking Heavenly Venerable, and it may not really come from the fairy world.

"Is this the pole of Wanglong, it is really powerful." Senior Sister Yu, who has black hair like a waterfall, stood outside the pole and stared and observed.

Bai Ran also followed the observation and found that the tearing force of the source of this pole was even more powerful than that of more than two thousand years ago, and the flesh that connected to the Great Perfection of the Heavenly Realm could be torn apart.

According to the Demon Drinker Tianzun, the tearing power of this pole is extremely strange, rising and falling, and once it fell to the level of the Yuan Infant Realm, so the Demon Drinker Tianzun was able to get away with it.

"Ye'er, you don't have to go, just let me go." Bai Ran felt this kind of tearing force, Senior Sister Yu was very likely to be torn apart, and only the power of the ninth pole could enter.

"yes, okay." Senior Sister Yu nodded and stayed with Bai Ran.

Bai Ran began to move blood day and night, stacking blood to refine dragons.

A hundred years later, a true dragon roared, and an extremely powerful physical power gushed out.

Senior Sister Yu opened her eyes and saw that the man who was as rich as jade had nine divine yangs erupting on his body, dazzling and attracting attention.

The void was shattered, and when the avenue saw it, they all took a detour, not daring to approach.

The Great Perfection of the Flesh!

Stepping into the ninth pole, Bai Ran felt that he could hold the lifeblood of the world, and all the great avenues became fragile in front of him.

Looking at the source pole, Bai Ran waved goodbye to Senior Sister Yu, turned around for a moment, and disappeared into the air.

I saw that at the extreme, it seemed that the light of all things was torn in, and it was impossible to gain insight into the inner truth.

After Senior Sister Yu took the little cute baby, she turned around and returned to the maze area of the avenue to accompany her master.

And Bai Dye was at the extreme, the endless space distorted, and the powerful force tore at his body, stinging like a knife scraping.

The more you sting, the more painful it becomes, and in the end, the extreme pain is gone.

"Drink!"

Bai Ran shouted, the sound shook like thunder, and the nine divine yangs stimulated brilliant blood light, gushing immeasurable divine energy, and crossed the black hole hard.

Here, it is very strange, there is no light, and even the blood light that he inspires is swallowed up by the darkness.

He cast the pupil of true vision, and as far as he could see, there was no avenue, only the inner avenue of his own body could be used.

Because there is no great avenue in the outside world, the flying technique cannot be used.

It was pitch black, and the white stain crossed in the black hole, and it was forcibly crossed against the tearing force.

I don't know how long it took, Bai Ran's body suddenly lightened and landed on a black stone brick.

Infinite darkness surging like mist.

Bai Dye walked dozens of steps before he saw a soul lamp, standing in the air, crackling and burning, sparks dotted, and fell on Bai Dye's clothes.

This fire is not fiery red, but dark blue, revealing a mysterious and silent charm.

"There are no road marks." White Dye stared for a long time.

This flame, without a trace of the Great Dao, burned in a way that Bai Dye did not understand.

He reached out, and instead of burning, there was a burning sensation in the depths of his soul.

This fire is really a soul fire, and it burns the soul.

Indeed, as in the memory of the Demon Drinking Heavenly Venerable, there is no avenue here, it is like an isolated world, only the soul, and the true self.

The only avenue visible today seems to be the inner avenue within him.

He clinged to the soul lamp and stepped along the black stone bricks.

The soul lamp passed, and the blue ghost light broke through the black fog and illuminated the road ahead.

After walking for a long time, Bai Ran came to a palace.

This hall is as black as lacquer, with a little star blue light dotted in between, dyed with a certain sense of mystery.

The inheritance of refining gods is extremely mysterious, and the white dye is as far as the eye can see, and there is no avenue.

But when Bai Ran saw this door, he was fascinated by the lines on the door and couldn't move, as if his soul was captured.

This door is called a brand by the Demon Drinking Heavenly Venerable.

The pattern on this door is actually the Refining Divine Dao pattern, and only by imprinting the Refining Divine Dao pattern in the soul can this door be opened.

Bai Dye kept staring, as if staring out the eyeballs, and trying to remember this pattern.

It can be seen that the sea of souls in the white stained body is gradually emerging on the star path.

This star path, at first there was only a straight line, and then it became curved, and after a few hundred years, the soul sea pattern was complicated, as if it was ecstatic.

After that, the white-dyed eyelashes trembled slightly, and the body that had been stiff for hundreds of years finally regained its freedom at this moment.

It can be vaguely seen that the white-dyed eyes seem to have star patterns shining, and the black Dao pattern of the Pupil of True Vision has been completely suppressed, which shows the power of the Divine Dao Pattern.

Gently pushing open the door of the temple, it was pitch black.

As soon as his eyes moved, thousands of stars appeared, and an ancient road of the starry sky paved into an unknown place.

On both sides of the Starry Sky Ancient Road, there are dark blue soul lamps, and the silent ghostly fire is crackling and burning, and there seems to be a mysterious rhyme.

The soul can be imprinted with the Refining Divine Dao Pattern, and when he looked at this kind of ghost fire again, he saw some Dao Patterns condensed into a soul talisman in the fire.

Fu, can communicate the avenue.

In the realm of refining gods, Fu is the soul path itself.

Construct a talisman with divine consciousness, and each rune is its own soul cognition.

Bai Ran held a soul lamp in his hand, walked to the first step, and then sucked the two street lamps on the side of the road into the soul sea.

As we walked all the way, there were already nine thousand soul lamps floating on the surface of the lake in the sea of white-dyed souls.

Until finally, the road was broken, and there was a soul fog ahead.

Bai Ran casually sucked the soul lamp in his hand into his mouth, sat cross-legged at the end of the broken road, closed his eyes and recuperated, and created his own method of refining the gods based on the refining of the divine dao pattern.

(To be continued.) )