No matter when and where, in the world of monks, there are never a few people who love to watch the excitement. White Night is at war with the reincarnated Buddha, competing for the ghost grass that appears, some people are watching, some of them are to watch the excitement, and some are waiting for an opportunity to make a move and snatch the divine grass.

Just as the white night fell into the black pool, countless black runes lit up, circulated in mid-air, and evolved into a rich black light curtain, which was the evolution of countless runes, with a terrifying and ominous aura.

Countless golden palms slapped on the black light curtain, and they melted like ice and snow meeting red-hot charcoals. The golden Buddha light in the sky disappeared, and the reincarnated Buddha withdrew his hand and turned into the little monk who looked harmless to humans and animals again.

His face was very calm, but there was a mixture of color in his eyes. This white-haired young man, after all, is too persistent, just a divine grass, and actually has such an obsession, the Buddha sighed slightly, he only felt that his heart was complicated, and he might have lost in his attachment to the Tao.

A bewitching red glow lit up from the black water. At this moment, there is only a red film of light between the white night and the black pool water. It was the power of Shura that he had refined, and it was being used by him at this moment to resist the power of the mysterious curse.

White Night put away the ghost grass in his hand

"Blood sacrifice. A blood-tinged name came to Hakuya's mind. Although the pool full of black water was full of terrifying curse power, it was all blocked by the red power, but a strong smell of blood lingered in the nose of the white night.

Blood sacrifice, one of the forbidden techniques of the Flood Desolation, uses the bloodline of one race or even the bloodline of several races as a sacrifice, and makes a deal with the Heavenly Dao in exchange for a person's resurrection. For a period of time, if the amount of sacrificial blood is insufficient, the resurrected may have to sleep forever.

Bai Ye raised his hand, and countless transparent liquids appeared in his palm, which was something he had refined with the method recorded in the Killing Saint Desolate Heaven Technique, to be precise, it was a pure bloodline power.

It can be absorbed by monks to improve their bloodline, and when the energy provided by this liquid reaches a certain level, it can even change from quantity to quality, and realize the evolution of bloodline in the body.

Of course, for the current cultivation of the Desolate Realm, it is simply the best choice to improve the quality of the spiritual vein. But for Bai Ye, this effect is too chicken, he already has Fan Liyuan blood, and it is integrated with his own emperor-killing inheritance, resulting in unimaginable and wonderful changes.

Let him absorb and refine the power of these seemingly pure bloodlines, that is the real danger with his life, in case the power of this bloodline has a strange change, but it pollutes his pure demon blood, it will be more than worth the loss.

He didn't really want to put himself at risk. A deep purple glow flickered from Bai Ye's right eye, and Bai Ye stared at the transparent liquid in his hand, he was carefully observing and exploring, feeling its breath.

"The war of all races, the destruction of the country and the extinction of the species, unwillingness, unwilling to sink ........." countless pictures, intertwined and complex, flashed in Bai Ye's mind. There are great supernatural people who use magic to fight, countless armies have turned into white bones, and there are villages that have experienced the vicissitudes of life.........

The white night was silent, and he stood in the black pool for a long time, all kinds of emotions filled his heart. "Unwilling, unwilling, regretful........." he stared around him, only black pool water and endless curse runes.

"Time is indeed the best history book. Bai Ye sighed, but his situation was not optimistic at all, in his sea of consciousness, the previous curse rune slowly vibrate, sending out strange fluctuations, causing him to feel a sharp headache.

"Boom" Bai Ye only felt that his head was buzzing, and it felt like he was using his brain to survive a thunderstorm. Ten breaths, but after ten breaths, the power of the red Shura faded, and Bai Ye's body was exposed in the black pool water, and slowly sank to the bottom of the pool.

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"Then, that's the Eight Leaf Xuan Ice Branch, the legendary extremely cold artifact?" Frost Dew exclaimed, it seemed like a divine object of this level, she had only seen it in the classics of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, and it was the first time she had seen the real thing.

The ice blue and turquoise branches and leaves, trembling slightly in the wind above the ridges, exuding an incomparably cold atmosphere, frost and dew Leng Chen and other women closed their eyes and took a breath of the cold aroma in the air, and finally they opened their eyes and stared at the eight-leaf Xuan ice branch, there were already six leaves on it, and it was very close to the day of maturity.

"Fatty, I... Can't you really take it with you?"

Seeing this woman who was originally as cold as ice looking at him reluctantly at the moment, Bu Liugu couldn't help but feel a little unbearable.

"That's it......" The fat man was silent, he was very speechless, only to see him skillfully take out a piece of white paper, and then press it in the space in front of the extremely cold artifact with a sad face, and the white lines manifested, emitting strange fluctuations.

However, the lines did not react to the white paper, but only fluctuated slowly. "For you, all for you........." The fat man looked crying, only to see him take out a handful of white paper and slap it on the white lines.

"Boom" A burst of white flames burst into flames, turning a handful of white paper into ashes, floating in the air, and away with the wind. The white veins slowly dissipated, and the artifact slowly flew up, and finally landed in the hands of Frost Dew.

"Thank you, fatty. Frost Lu smiled, but the fat man couldn't laugh at all, and he even had a feeling of crying. A hundred IOUs, one-third of his income since he entered the country, gone.

"White Night, you kid owes me. The fat man was speechless, and he led the four girls to move forward silently. As everyone knows, in the entire Qianmo world, the birth of divine objects has reached countless levels, attracting countless monks to scramble, and finally all of them fell in this land with only the fragrance of birds and flowers.

Their blood stained the earth red, but their voices were passed on forever.

"Death is just another beginning...... "A deep voice sounded in the deep black pool, followed by a powerful black and white divine light.

Bai Ye slowly opened his pair of black heavy pupils, his consciousness was still in a void, surrounded by countless complex negative emotions.

"People have seven thoughts...... Floating life is just a thought" Passages of obscure scriptures emerged in the sea of knowledge of the white night, and a feeling of enlightenment filled the heart of the white night.

"Ding" A cracking sound sounded, and Bai Ye could clearly hear that there was a barrier in his body, which could be called the hardest shackle, but at this moment, under his epiphany, this shackle had broken and turned into invisible.

An extreme breath of freezing appeared around Bai Ye's body, and that terrifying sense of silence completely froze the black pool water in an instant.

Bai Ye's eyes, at this moment, became cold and sharp. He felt like a red-hot charcoal fire in his body, sweeping away the heat that had nowhere to be released in the black ice.

Countless scars appeared on his body, which were the marks of the curse. If he were an ordinary monk, he should have fallen under this terrifying curse a long time ago, but Bai Ye was different, he had the blood of Fan Li, and he was one of the top bloodlines of the demon clan.

At the time of the famine, the demon god Fan Li was strong enough to rival the top twelve ancestors of the witch clan. This mysterious black rune, although it includes the rune of the blood sacrifice, is not enough to dominate in front of the white night.

The sound of the river rushing rings in the ears of the white night. The black and white blood, like two shocking torrents, broke through all obstacles, converged in the two hearts, and then fused, releasing powerful demonic power and suppressing the curse runes.

Countless black and white fireworks swirled up from the white night, it was Fan Li's demon fire, the demon fire was furious, burning the curse, burning all impurities.

The black ice, fusing at a terrifying speed, finally returned to nothingness, leaving drops of transparent liquid that slowly floated in the air.

The ice-blue beads slowly rotated in the dantian of the white night, and its beads were gradually getting smaller, but they were faintly becoming more condensed and more crystalline.

The calm black pool, blown by the breeze, did not make a single wave, and countless monks passed by, but no one could notice the shocking changes under the calm water.

Ten young people slowly walked from the criss-crossed fields, and the leader of them was a young man of the demon clan who had a relationship with Bai Ye.

At this moment, he was wearing a tattered armor, but there were two mysterious lines in the center of his eyebrows, and two broken rusty iron swords were carried on his back, and a desolate and ancient aura was revealed from his body.

The term demon clan was once again mentioned by the monks, and this legend, which had been silent for hundreds of thousands of years, was once again mentioned by the human race. With the posture of ten people, he tried to kill the heirs of the Nine Great Avenues, although the two sides ended up with the same fate, but there were still 53,000 human monks who were buried.

"Let's go, use the blood of the human race to pay tribute to the souls of the deceased of our race. Hyuna spoke, his voice hoarse and deep. He stroked the red feather that hung from his waist, and his eyes showed a decisive killing intent.

Their goal has been achieved, but the price is too heavy. When passing by the waveless pool of black water, Hyunya was silent, and for a long time, he walked forward indifferently.

The white and black Xuan Ice appeared in Bai Ye's hands, which were transformed by the power of transparent bloodlines and endless resentment of living beings, frozen by his extremely cold artistic conception, and used to impact the high-level realm of Jiedan.

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"Alas........." A sigh sounded from the entire heaven and earth, countless white lights appeared from the sky, and a white phantom slowly appeared, standing above the sky dome.

He looked down on the common people, he stood on the top of all beings, he was the existence that countless monks would look up to all their lives, the sleeping arranger, and now, he woke up.

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