"Whew........." The sloppy man put away the giant bow in his hand, the cold and bloodthirsty crazy killing intent slowly faded from his eyes, he stared at the token hanging from his waist, and for a long time, he struggled to squeeze out a bitter smile on his vicissitudes of life.

His heart was already numb, what about the realm of transforming gods, what about crushing everything in this secret realm, after all, he could only rely on killing here to calm the bitter anger in his heart, he couldn't move at all.

"Let's go. The blacksmith appeared beside the man, and he put away his swarthy hammer and stood erect to the side, wearing trousers and a cloth vest, revealing his iron-like figure.

"Where?"

"That little town, go and see where it was. ”

“............”

Orion was silent, silent for a long time, and finally, with the blacksmith, walked slowly into the hurricane that connected the heavens with the sea of clouds.

The terrible wind swept through the clouds, and the ghosts rose, and they soared, and they screamed fiercely, but to no avail. In the face of this celestial change comparable to the power of heaven, even alien beings like them will inevitably be affected.

"Brother Tang, should we go into that hurricane. ”

"Brother Zhu, naturally I want to go in, according to the records of my Baishulou classics, the depths of the hurricane should be the inner city. ”

"But according to my previous divination, it was a great murderous image."

A group of scholars stood in front of the hurricane, and the wind blew and made their clothes hunt.

"It doesn't matter, my generation of people who entered the Tao with books, is it just because of a hexagram and a divination result that they have to give up a positive and courageous opportunity to move forward?"

The monk known as Brother Tang spoke, looking righteous and awe-inspiring. The expressions of a group of Baishulou cultivators immediately became impassioned, and they waved their hands to render the sea of clouds one after another, and in the blink of an eye, this place was already empty.

"Little junior brother, should we go in. In the sound of cicadas, Xue Chan spoke, and a pair of beautiful eyes cast an inquiring glance at Bai Ye. Bai Ye looked at the four senior sisters in front of him who were looking at him with questions, and he was slightly speechless in his heart.

Since entering this sea of clouds, from the moment they accepted the so-called task, his four senior sisters have unconsciously developed a sense of dependence on him.

"No, there is an unknown danger there, besides, didn't that voice say, the city gate is in the depths, and those who are destined can enter the city. Bai Ye was calm, and along the way, he had already found a difference, everyone, every monk, seemed to be guided, this felt like a marionette in the world, unable to control his own will, only to live under the manipulation of others.

"This is your next move?" the gray-clothed old man squinted his eyes, staring at a chess piece on the edge of the chessboard, which was not only blurry, but also black and white. "It's not good. The old man in gray sneered, and he also picked up a chess piece and put it on the chessboard.

The chess piece was pitch black, but there were several golden patterns engraved on it, and countless silk threads connected to it, exuding a mysterious atmosphere.

"It turns out that you old guy still has a back hand, what a ......" The old man in the cloak laughed, raised his hand, and sent the blurred chess piece on the edge to the black gold chess piece. "We're old, but we'll see. ”

A young man with a big bow of dark iron slowly walked in the clouds, and a black mountain, gradually revealing his true face in the clouds and mist, appeared in front of the young man. Rahu looked down, and he saw a white river, slowly flowing in the distance.

He set out to move forward, a rare pure land in front of him, without the roar of a ghost, without the attacks of other monks. Around his waist, the wooden token exudes a mysterious mystical power that guides his movements in the dark.

With a white cloud, Rahu looked up, and he saw a scruffy middle-aged man, dressed in tattered fur clothes, with a black beard as dishevelled as his hair.

The only similarity between him and him is that they both carry a huge bow on their backs, except that one is a scruffy hunter and the other is a high demon of the ancient way.

"Lao Yan, why don't you leave?"

"No... It's nothing. ”

Orion turned his head in confusion, feeling a little complicated in his heart. He turned his head just now and saw a black mountain white water, and there was a young man with a bow in the white water of the black mountain, which gave him a strange and intimate feeling.

The two of them were separated by a few clouds, and even if there were all kinds of doubts in his heart, he couldn't ask anymore. Because the young man had disappeared in front of his eyes, Orion looked back, and the black mountain was still white, but the young man had disappeared in front of his eyes.

Why did the young man feel so affectionate to him, and who could he, and who could he be?, Orion hammered his head, and his mind was groggy as he walked with the blacksmith towards a peach grove, where there was a place with the best memories of his life.

Who is he, and why does he have such a familiar and strange intimacy? Rahu pondered, and before he knew it, there was another city in front of him.

The big bluestone city wall, the scene of the flag covering the sky, and the clear sky of the sky, and an open gate. The city was unguarded, but there was a hint of weirdness in the peace and tranquility.

Lift your feet and enter the city.

The criss-crossing Qianmo surrounded him, the old man and children, large and small crowds flowed in the fields, they were ploughing, and under the scorching sun, sweat flowed like rain.

Walking through the field path, there is a bluestone paved path and houses in front of you............ It seems to be a village. Under the bright sun, a few butterflies flew quietly through the air.

The pupils in the eyes of the "Nine Dome Wind Butterfly" Rahu shrank violently, it was a desolate alien species, and it was rumored that it could wipe out a peerless powerhouse of the Ninth Realm with just a flick of its wings...... Flying over, Rahu raised his hand, and the pure demon yuan in his body surged.

"O'...... Flying ......" several children, shouting and screaming, ran past Rahu's side, and they ran in the breeze with windmills in their hands, chasing the terrifying desolation aliens in Rahu's eyes.

"This ........." Luo Hu was speechless, he watched a child grab the Nine Dome Wind Butterfly with his hand, and then held it in his hand and played with it carefully.

"Young man, look at what you're wearing, you don't look like a local. An old woman, silent, appeared behind Rahu.

"Old woman, I really don't ......" Rahu began, although he knew that this was probably the legendary inner city, but he still couldn't hold back, everything he witnessed here brought him a great visual impact.

"It's okay, let's walk around, it's good for you, just don't lose your token. The old man smiled peacefully, and in silence, she disappeared again in front of Rahu's eyes.

A mountain peak, towering, standing proudly in the depths of the sea of clouds, if there is a disciple of the Star Silence Sect who can see this mountain peak at this moment, he will definitely be able to recognize it, this familiar 100,000 zhang.

"............" a white skeleton, dressed in a luxurious silk satin, sat on the throne of white bones, two white flames burned in its eye sockets, and it remained motionless, silent.

"Senior sister..."Bai Ye groaned, and a scene that made him uneasy appeared, and the four daughters of the Thousand Pupils of the Northern Darkness disappeared in front of his eyes like this, without a trace of fluctuation, but set off monstrous waves in Bai Ye's heart.

In just a breath of time, what appeared in front of Bai Ye was a world of Qianmo.

Different from what Rahu saw, what Bai Ye saw were patches of dry bones scattered in patches, countless overgrown fields and graves in the fields, and when he looked up, there were deserted villages.

Stepping onto the bluestone-paved paths, this village is home to abandoned liquor shops, small restaurants and markets. To the surprise of the white night, even if it is so deserted, there are still plum blossoms in full bloom, like bright red elves.

"Young man, look at ........."

"Needless to say, in a word, what about the four women who are with me?"

Bai Ye looked back, the purple star shone from his right eye, Bai Ye was silent, he was ready to make a move, if there was another abnormality, he could use the power of Ziwei to deal with it at any time.

............The old man was silent, and her figure gradually disappeared into the void, disappearing without a trace in front of the white night. The crowd was boiling, the traffic was busy, and in a trance in the white night, his surroundings became a bustling city.

"Uninteresting guys. A woman's voice sounded, and the skeleton on the throne of white bones stood upright, and the next moment, it gave birth to countless flesh and blood out of thin air, turning into a peerless beauty, dressed in a gorgeous palace dress, which perfectly set off her cold temperament.

The woman stretched lazily, and then she sat down again, reduced to the skeleton, and remained silent.

The white night stood in place, he stared for a long time, and he did not take another step. The bustling city in front of them, the bustling scene in front of them, is just yesterday's yellow flowers, no matter how lively they are, they can't feel a trace of vitality from every creature here in the white night.

They are the undead, the departed, the dead. Everything in front of him was yesterday's scene, the white night was silent, and he saw the butterfly flying in mid-air, the only creature that could make him feel alive.

"Run" felt the familiar qi machine, Bai Ye's face changed in shock, and the next moment, the extreme speed of the ghost shadow forty tribulations unfolded, and Bai Ye's figure turned into a series of afterimages, stagnating in the air.

It was the Nine Dome Wind Butterfly, in his previous life, he was not even an ant in front of him, but it was temporarily different from the past, he was just a Jiedan, and the Dark Butterfly, I don't know how many years I have lived, and it is extremely terrifying.

Don't talk about fighting, I'm afraid that even if you wipe the edges, you will have to withdraw your skin if you don't die in the white night. That's the cultivation of endless years, they should have already reached adulthood, what extent is that, killing the ninth realm is like chopping melons and vegetables.

Butterflies fly by, leaving only a scene of the city......