The gray sea of clouds, boundless, the storm was churning, and countless iron horsemen appeared, launching wave after wave of attacks towards the monks in the sea of clouds. Outside the hut, two old men drank and played a game, and amid their laughter, one of them picked up the sunspot in his hand, pondered for a long time, and then settled in a corner of the chessboard.

"Intruders, no mercy. A deep, hoarse roar resounded through the sky. Countless iron riders, the bronze battle armor on their bodies emitted a green glow, and strings of dark green runes flowed, exuding a strange curse breath.

Boom, a green glow rippled in the gray sea of clouds, and everyone's eyes fell into boundless darkness at this moment, and when they came back to their senses, either the people around them had changed and disappeared into their perception, or their own cultivation was weakened again, and it was even more difficult to face the iron rider who emitted green light.

What's more, they themselves are severely cursed, and this mysterious and strange power from the Flood Era is not something they can compete with at all, and their lives are at stake.

"Buddha save me......" Some people wailed, some people wept bitterly, but in the fear of death, they saw the reincarnated Buddha who emitted the divine golden Buddha light. However, Shabodhi closed his eyes tightly, ignoring the pleas for help of others, and the immeasurable light of the Buddha shrouded him and the cultivators of the Western Paradise to resist the attack of the Ghost Iron Rider.

Amid the cries for help from the surrounding creatures, the Buddha, who had been reincarnated three times in order to practice the Dharma, bowed his head again and buckled his head between the sky and the sea of clouds. The second buckle, the deafening Sanskrit sound, resounded through the clouds and mist, and a tall golden body manifested in the sound of chanting, repelling the boundless green rays.

The sound of horses' hooves rang out, like thunder, piercing the void. Countless Ghost Iron Riders emitted a terrifying and strange green glow, and they waved the decaying bronze battle in their hands like a green torrent, stepping forward.

For these iron riders, these people in front of them are invaders, who will disturb the peace of future generations and disturb the sleep of their ancestors. They want to fight, even if they are decayed, even if they become this kind of person who is not a ghost or a ghost.

In this so-called city built by immortals, there are the remnants of their dynasty, the tombs of their ancestors, their souls are eroded by curses, even if they have become delirious, and even reduced to the walking dead, but they still have an indelible obsession telling them to protect, kill, and invade.

"Ten thousand demons, the devil is born, and the gods are killed with one arrow and ten thousand demons. A young man with a large black bow in his hand lifted himself high above the sky with a light foot, and shot a black arrow at the rolling torrent that charged at him.

The golden flame burned above the arrow, silently, piercing the torrent and shattering the enemy's attack, and in just a moment of shooting, it had already destroyed everything.

Rahu indifferently fell back to the same place, he watched as the ghosts disappeared with the war horses under their crotch, turning into green points of light, slowly floating in the sound of war songs, and then completely destroyed, leaving only the bronze armor and weapons scattered all over the place, proving that they had fought here.

The war song is tactful, from high-spirited to desolate. Luo Hu carried his big bow, his eyes were indifferent, the fall of others had nothing to do with him, as a natural demon, he was cold-blooded, cultivating the ruthless demon way, not seeking immortality, but seeking pleasure and unrestrained.

The breeze blew, and the wooden token around his waist swayed slightly. He lowered his head and looked at the wooden token that swayed in the wind around his waist, and the woman in purple who met him in the tavern came to his mind again, she was a different person, and gave him a feeling he had never felt before.

"Thousand Mountains and Birds Fly to the ............" the white night groaned, an extremely cold white mist was generated, after a breath, regardless of those ghost iron riders, even the gray clouds were frozen, turned into ice, turned into debris in the cold light between the fingers of the white-haired boy, and disappeared with the cold wind.

The ancient picture is reflected in the mind of the white night,

cold river drifting snow,

old man fishing,

There are a thousand mountains,

There are no birds.

In the dantian of the white night, an ice-white bead swirled drippingly, releasing endless ice mist, and a feeling of silence filled his heart. Behind Bai Ye, the four daughters of the Thousand Pupils of the Northern Darkness were no longer as worried as they were just now, even the green light just now failed to affect Bai Ye.

The extreme cold artistic conception appeared at one time, and Bai Ye closed his eyes, and he was feeling the mysterious runes in it. Countless ghost iron horses have died out, and unlike others, Bai Ye has used the Shura Dao to turn it into pure energy to strengthen his body.

The pearl of extreme cold artistic conception with a slight ice blue in white, even the black and white Fan Li Demon Pill, and the red pearl of killing the emperor, the three beads rotate, surrounding the burning love, slowly forming a whirlpool, absorbing the pure energy in the dantian.

The three runes appeared in his dantian, and his aura became strong at this moment. At this moment, a pair of invisible hands appeared within the scope of his divine sense. Bai Ye opened his eyes, he looked back, and saw that the hands were slowly holding towards the four girls.

"The so-called, fate ......"

Bai Ye's eyes revealed a touch of determination. When he tried to make a move, he found that his own body could no longer move. Thinking back to that figure, his failure, and the fall of his fellow disciples, this is the task given to him by the City of Corpses, fate......

Bai Ye snorted softly, he was not the figure, if he relied on, one of them was his eyes, strong and bright purple stars radiated from his right eye, right eye, the law of the demon star.

The rising clouds and mist were frozen at this moment, a pair of big golden hands appeared in the air, and the four women of the Northern Hell were stunned in place.

The golden runes manifested with the big hand, evolved the golden light spell, and went towards the town of the Four Maidens of the Northern Underworld. However, the attack of these big hands was completely resisted by a purple finger.

Purple star robe, amethyst imperial crown, purple figure. Bai Ye couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, just now he was faintly worried, because of the prohibition under the golden hand, Ziwei Emperor Xing's will could not be manifested, and now it seems that he doesn't need to worry at all.

"This ........." Under the shade of the trees, the two old men put down the chess pieces in their hands and stopped playing, they looked at each other, and they both saw a touch of shock in each other's eyes. That's not easy.

The offensive was blocked, the golden giant hand seemed to be enraged, countless golden runes circulated around it, a loud war song sounded, and an even more intense golden spell evolved, rendering the sea of clouds into a golden ocean, vowing to kill the four women.

"Bestow on you, bathe in the stars. The purple figure whispered, and as soon as the purple ripples rippled out, sweeping across the sea of golden spells, annihilating the golden hand, no matter how angry the will of the corpse city was, it could no longer play any role.

Above the sky, countless stars emerged, bright and magnificent.

"This ......" The old man hesitated, and on the heaven and earth chessboard in front of the two of them, a purple point of light appeared, no matter how the two of them tried to hold the "chess piece", the purple point of light was not moved at all.

As the supreme star of the Middle Heaven North Pole, the emperor of the stars, even if it is only the manifestation of will at this moment, the rules of this ancient battlefield cannot help it.

Above the sky, between the sea of clouds, a more intense golden light shone through, sweeping across this sea of clouds. The purple figure looked up, and just as he was about to make a move, a silver light pierced the sky, coming from the sky, causing all the golden light above the sky to fade in an instant.

"Haha, it's okay, I caught up with the ......" In the depths of the endless sea of clouds, the fat man was at ease, holding wine in one hand and sending peanuts to his mouth with the other. His arithmetic is exquisite, and he is safe in the night, but his heart is amazed, this friend is really terrifying.

The fat man was silent, he raised his head and looked at the sea of stars in the distant sky, but soon, the magnificent sea of stars disappeared from his sight.

"Senior sister, are you all right......" Bai Ye turned around in an instant, came to the four girls, and looked at them with a look of confusion, his heart was clear.

"Little junior brother, we're fine, but you, don't you take a break?" Xue Chan stretched out her hands, she supported Bai Ye, Bai Ye at this moment, there was really a feeling of unsteady. Using all his demonic power as a sacrifice to summon the shadow of crape myrtle, it seems that he will have to do less in the future......

"Senior sister, don't worry, give me a little time, it'll ......be fine for a while" Bai Ye said with difficulty, he had a strong sense of detachment, he was too tired, this feeling of fatigue could not be resisted, his consciousness was in a drowsiness, slowly sinking.

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

"Where do we start?"

"Let me think about it, the original Seven Great Dao Unity, there was really a feeling of the same spirit. ”

Orion smiled, once he was also a genius, he was proud of many geniuses, he also had supreme glory, but now, everything is gone, leaving only two drunkards to live in the world.

The blacksmith and the hunter stood in the sea of clouds, their waists were hung with wooden tokens, emitting a strange white light, and there were no ghost iron riders near them.

While they were still watching, a golden thunderbolt pierced the void with the sound of a drum, illuminating the gray sea of clouds. The blacksmith took a deep breath of the air, which was not fresh, and a gleam flashed in his eyes, and in his place was a terrifying tyrannical murderous intent.

"Heaven-shattering drum, Taikoo Lei............ Ahead, it should be the people of the Thunderstorm Royal Court. ”

"Let's go, there are some things that they have to pay. ”

The two figures, one red and one blue, broke through the sky, exuding an incomparably powerful aura, crossing this sea of clouds, regardless of the rules of the corpse city.

"What kind of demonic figure is that, so strong............" Some people exclaimed, those who dared to cross this sea of clouds, they were still the second time to see it, the last cultivator who did this had turned into one of the many ghosts.

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