"Ding~" There was a tremor, like a Taoist sound, which shook the hearts of all the monks. The deep blue light emanated from the body of the young man trapped by the golden divine chain, brilliant, dazzling, and endlessly profound.

On the ground, the white-haired young man who had been demonized slowly got up, breaking free from the shackles in his body, and dark blue ripples rippled from his body, spreading in all directions.

Above the sky, between the sea of clouds, the twelve old men all showed an expression of disbelief, and at this moment, a sense of ominousness appeared in their hearts.

The Twelve Confucianism and Taoism Divine Chains of their twelve fellow practitioners were already full of cracks at this moment, and although they had not been completely broken, they had lost all their power, and they could no longer trap that young man.

They sealed, countless runes with a terrifying aura flowed, everyone's body shone with at least two kinds of Dao light, countless spiritual qi condensed, forming a terrifying spiritual pressure that shook the earth, Dao Dao formation slowly emerged, and now, they wanted to completely suppress the arrogant young man on the ground.

However, it all happened too fast, beyond the imagination of all of them. It was an extremely cold aura, as if it had been brewing in that young man's body for a long time, and at this moment it completely exploded, directly freezing everything.

Cold, bitterly cold, silent............ The shadow of death enveloped everyone, except for Xue Chan, who was accompanied by burning beside her, everyone in the sky and on the ground was frozen by a touch of ice blue, turning into the most beautiful ice sculpture, and there was no more movement.

Above the heavenly dome, twelve old men who claimed to be the most holy of Confucianism and Taoism were accompanied by their seals, runes, divine chains, and formation patterns............ They were all frozen, and in the face of the threat of death, their cultivation in the merger period seemed to have become a joke.

After three breaths, countless broken voices rang out from this heaven and earth, at this moment, there was no sound of ridicule, no sound of provocation, and even, everyone only stared with bated breath in the face of the young man who emitted a bright dark blue light on the ground.

Except for the twelve old people in the Baishulou Merge Period, they all survived, but they also experienced the threat of death. Among them, including Emperor Jialing.

After the ice shattered, he still stood quietly on top of the chariot, his hands hidden in his sleeves, but they trembled. What kind of young man is this? Is the demon clan really so terrifying?

But the more this is the case, the more he wants to destroy this genius, as the emperor of the cold night, he will not allow it, there is such a threat left in the world.

The inky black air current, mixed with golden quicksand, began to surge from the clouds, and the wind swept through, tearing the air and making a whistling sound. An invisible oppressive force enveloped all the monks.

After a breath, the long dragon with inky gold veins was condensed by this air current, and one after another appeared in this sea of clouds in the sky, and its sound was like a thunderstorm roaring, and the end was extremely shocking.

An inky black four-character seal quickly condensed from the front of the golden chariot, and under the guidance of Emperor Jialing, together with no less than a hundred ink-colored dragons, it suppressed the white-haired youth who was in the midst of a mutation.

The sound of icing sounded again, and this time, the terrifying and extraordinary ice strength did not spare the slightest hand, not only freezing the ink-colored dragon and the four-character magic seal, but also taking the golden chariot straight up.

Three breaths, it is still the time of three breaths, Bei Mingqi couldn't help but be a little shocked, but he couldn't help but feel a little angry in his heart, breaking free from the shackles of ice, he gently flicked his hands on the golden chariot, and ripples appeared around his body one after another.

In the end, four incomparably huge magnificent spirit wheels, exuding brilliant brilliance, emerged from behind him, endless and secluded runes evolved in them, and the terrifying pressure of the Dao Dao descended, oppressing everyone present.

Bai Ye couldn't help but feel his body sink, but then, this feeling disappeared. Because the dark blue dots of light that kept appearing on his body seemed to remove anything that was hostile to him.

He looked up at the sky and saw the shining golden chariot, and also saw the four spiritual wheels behind the figure, one black, one gray, one blue and one gold.

That is the embodiment of the ability of the monk in the merger period, if the Yuan Infant is to create a new life, then the transformation of the god is to let this life grow.

To be one is to become one with the life that you have created again. The spirit wheel was born from this. A spiritual chakra symbolizes one of the paths that the monk has cultivated throughout his life.

Ordinary monks, it may be one, or it may be two. But there are always some talented people, such as Emperor Jialing in front of him, who can have four spirit wheels.

Countless mystical ancient and profound lines slowly emerge from the void, they are of different colors, intertwined with each other, sublimated in the sky and among the sea of clouds, forming a strange picture.

Gray clouds, inky black dragons, golden streaks, and ice-blue thrones. These four things are intertwined with each other and evolve together, which is the fusion of the power of the spiritual wheel, and it is also the embodiment of Emperor Jialing's own Tao.

"Boom"

A terrifying and strange image slowly fell from the sky, and almost everyone could not move in the invisible oppressive force. In the heavenly dome, a gray brilliance suddenly erupted in the heavy pupils of the Thousand Pupils of the Northern Darkness, and the next moment, she broke free from the shackles of this coercion, and with all her strength, she slashed out a sword.

The gray flames burned wildly above the sword, and at this moment, two figures emerged from her side, one purple and the other golden.

The petals of violets and tulips sprung up from the sword, and then burned with the blazing gray flames, withering and falling.

The sword shattered the body of the Golden Twelve Horsemen, as well as the endless clouds in the sea of clouds, and it blasted frantically in the direction of the white night at a speed that could not be captured by the divine sense, but it could never catch up with the slowly falling throne image.

"Master, I'm sorry for you, and I'm even more sorry for the little junior brother........."

A crying voice kept echoing in her heart, and two lines of tears slowly dripped from her eyes, and at this moment, she could no longer hear any sound. It's as if the whole world is quiet.

On the ground, Xue Chan was the same, her hands were propped up on a layer of ink-colored translucent barrier, at this moment, she only felt that she was exhausted all over her body, her face was extremely pale, seeing the picture falling, she slowly closed her eyes, full of sorrow.

However, in the next moment, Emperor Jialing's face showed a look of astonishment, and the face of the Thousand Pupils of the Northern Darkness showed a touch of joy, she opened her mouth, and had an urge to cry, but she felt that her throat was stuck by something, and she couldn't make any sound.

On the ground, the white-haired young man stood silently, black and white runes arranged vertically and horizontally, surrounding him, as if a kind of protection, resisting the terrifying image of the throne.

A touching deep blue light floated in front of him, flashing and flashing, constantly jumping in mid-air, like an excited little creature.

Dao deep blue streamers began to pour out from his body, converging towards the touching deep blue light, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, condensing from a crazy speed.

A thin layer of solid ice began to spread through the scene, and soon, the whole picture was frozen by the frost, unable to emit the slightest trace of its unique horror.

In the white night, he looked at the deep but brilliant dark blue light in front of him a little sluggishly. Others may not be able to see what it is, but he is incomparably familiar.

His fair skin, chubby arms and face, and his long, familiar white hair, though not yet on his scale, were told by everything in front of him and the voice of the creature that he was not dreaming.

"Daddy~"

A milky voice sounded in this world, and the sound was so ethereal and pleasant, crisp and pleasant. Bai Ye looked at the little girl in front of him in disbelief, this little girl who was obviously a one-year-old doll-like little girl - it was his daughter.

This couldn't help but make him feel dizzy for a while, and he fell into a trance for a while. He was indeed giving birth to a Butterfly Clan, although it was forced, but no one had ever told him that this would be the end result.

"It's ...... Yuan Baby?"

At this moment, everyone, including Emperor Jialing, couldn't help but be stunned and speechless. There is nothing wrong with the Yuan Infant Stage, which is the stage that monks have to go through, but this demon clan's heavy pupil is really cultivating a baby?

"What do you call me?"

White Night asked eagerly, and there was a feeling that surrounded his heart, and in the endless years, there were few things that could make him so excited in joy.

"Daddy, Mo Xue Niang told me. Daddy, you're not going to be stupid by that bad old man, are you?"

The little girl floated quietly in front of the white night, the dark blue light dissipated, the same white hair as the white night fluttered quietly in the wind, and a set of small white clothes were put on her body, which looked particularly cute and fitted.

She blinked her dark blue eyes, cupped Bai Ye's face with a milky voice, and then pecked lightly on the scarred cheek.

Bai Ye was a little excited, so excited that he didn't know what to say now. Although he felt that everything in front of him was a dream, the intimacy from the bloodline could not be wrong, it was the throbbing from the bloodline.

All the feelings told him that the white-haired little girl in front of him was his daughter.

"What's your name?"

"White crispy, my mother brought it to me. ”

The little girl waved her chubby little hand with an innocent smile on her face. The next moment, she suddenly puffed out her mouth, and raised her little hand angrily to point at the golden chariot in the sky.

"Boom"

The sound of an object crashing to the ground sounded, and the monks who were forced to watch looked over, only to see the incomparably deep Emperor Jialing and his golden chariot smashed down on the snow, and he felt a sense of being a strong man in the fit period.

There is no way, everything in his body has been frozen, this little girl like a primordial baby is too terrifying, and every gesture is a terrifying ice method, freezing everything and suppressing everything.

However, Emperor Jialing had just climbed up from the ground when he heard a voice that made him feel the urge to vomit blood.

"Who dares to provoke and suppress our gods?"

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