At this moment, both the Aram World and the Nine Trials Realm in the Aram Trials Realm were in a silence that was difficult to describe in words.

And whether it was the monks in the Aran World, or the trialists of the Nine Realms of Trials Realm, or even some people in a corner of the Wasteland Realm who were watching everything happen, they couldn't hear any noisy fighting at all at this moment.

The noise, the sounds of flesh and blood...... They all belong to the past, and now they belong to the time of the ancient sacrificial voices, the ancient hymns.

And it is precisely it that plunges the world into this silence, the sound of praise and the unique sound of sacrifice that resounded in the hearts of all the monks.

"That'...... What is it?"

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A voice sounded in the complacent Nine Trials Realm at some point, as if it was sighing and muttering...... And the monks who unconsciously indulged in the sound of the sacrifice were not aware of the slightest sign.

At this moment, in this small world where the territory of the domain is not small, a full five or six hundred people, five or six hundred monks, are gradually indulging in it.

And this sigh of emotion can be regarded as the last awakening of the monk here. They didn't know where the song came from, or where it came from, or why it came from.

Their attitude towards it, from curiosity at the beginning, has gradually turned into obsession. Although they did not know this, it did not prevent them from being influenced by this ancient song.

As far as they were concerned, the song had penetrated into their hearts for a long time in their ears, and every fluctuation was like a tremor from the soul, striking their hearts.

"Brahrukarti Shuo Bo Junye. ”

"Sawan is a chakra. ”

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"Saba Ata Ata died. ”

"Sadada Narmon Saddha Na. ”

"Ni Hui threw it to Oh Zhutie. ”

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The voices seemed ethereal and distant, constantly ringing from everyone's hearts and ears. It was the sound of sacrifice, the oldest song.

It's old, it's been silent for a long time, it's extraordinary.

At this moment, looking at all the creatures who could hear this voice, there were only four beings who could understand what the song was talking about, and what it meant.

At this moment, hundreds of monks have been deeply influenced by its spiritual level...... At this moment, their eyes became dull and hollow, and the whole person became like the walking dead, which was terrifying.

"Poof—"

In this world where there is only a hymn, Bai Ye's face has become more and more pale, at this moment he is completely powerless, if his current combat strength, it is probably not as good as a wasted person.

Just now, he vomited out a mouthful of blood again, leaving his body, which could no longer bear any load, to an even more serious injury.

Thankfully, however, he had only been able to hold the terrifying sword for a few breaths, thanks to the mysterious song that resembled some kind of sacrifice.

Because it makes the person who casts this magic spell fall into an obsession with singing, so that Bai Ye can pass by death, and in his current physical condition, it is completely slipping on the edge of death and survival.

The white night was also quietly lying in the sky, feeling his body falling from tens of millions of feet in the air, while he was also listening to the sacrificial hymn.

After a few dozen breaths, he could understand why these monks were so immersed in it. Bai Ye knew that the vast majority of monks in this world were the same, maybe some of them usually looked very extraordinary, maybe some of them looked ordinary and unremarkable.

But these are not the most critical places, the most critical part is the original intention of their cultivation, as well as the path of cultivation they have chosen, and the Dao heart that yearns for the path they have chosen.

What exactly is the end of the road?

This is a question that countless monks have pondered during their practice and during their meditations. But just as Bai Ye knew, the vast majority of monks not only chose the same, they even had the same answer to such a question, it was simply the same to the point of completeness.

If nothing else, their answer is nothing more than the so-called immortality, and no matter how bad it is, it is the so-called improvement of strength. And this incessant hymn is exactly what these monks need, and when listening to its voice, it can easily bring the monk into a strange realm.

That realm still has a name in the cultivation world, at least in the cognition of the white night, it can be described as enlightenment. But this enlightenment is enlightenment, whether it is serious or not, no one knows, anyway, all the cultivators present now are the same appearance.

In Bai Ye's eyes, they were as if they had taken the wrong medicine, which was very ridiculous. In the process of falling, figures flashed in his heavy pupils. Those were the monks who had attacked him before, and they all looked like they were all powerful and powerful masters.

But now, they are the same as before. They were immersed in the music, silent in the sound of a sacrifice like a cry, which they were willing to do, and on the surface it did not seem to have encountered any accidents.

They are all enlightened, and even worse, a layer of golden light appears on the surface of their bodies, which has a bit of divine aura, which is very extraordinary, and can give people the feeling that they are about to break through. But according to Bai Ye's judgment, once these people really "break through", then they may not be far from death.

In the more than two months he had been waiting for the ancient city of Aran to arrive, he had often heard Ah Jin say things like wealth and danger, but now, he had discovered Ah Jin from the crowd immersed in the singing.

At this moment, the kid was still in the shape of a boat, driving his own wooden boat that was not too big or small. It's just that in the sea of clouds in the sky, he and his boat actually stood like a mountain, standing still.

And the golden brilliance on Ah Jin's body is also more brilliant, but no one knows whether what he seeks in the end is his so-called wealth or the danger that is enough to make him completely die.

This even includes the White Night, everyone has their own path to take, maybe some people have the same original intention and purpose, and even the path of cultivation can be like a god......

But there are no two leaves in this world that are exactly the same, so Ah Jin really happened to be one of the people who Bai Ye couldn't see through at this moment.

And now, none of these are the issues that White Night wants to focus on. All Bai Ye really cared about now was something in his dantian, where there was a sleeping ink-colored sickle, and there was also a dark blue jade bead that had been silent for a long time.

As for the Fan Li Demon Pill and the Emperor Killing Relic, they can be ignored for the time being, because the two of them are very bleak now. Although the current White Night is unparalleled in combat power, it is a pity that the cultivation realm has become a shackle that restricts him after all.

After breaking through to the fifth-order Fan Li bloodline, with his terrifying bloodline and many supernatural powers, Bai Ye was enough to look down on the monks of the same level, and even the existence of the merger period, he could suppress it.

But unfortunately, the monk of the Tribulation Period is still not an existence that he can face now. Maybe he can fight and suppress everything while being a large group of cultivators whose strength is not weaker than him, and fighting and suppressing everything while being invincible.

But when absolute power arises, this delicate balance is upset...... Thinking of this, the thought of longing for power also came to Bai Ye's heart.

Although he is now in a situation where he is about to truly fall, the strange thing is that Bai Ye still has no concept of his imminent death in his heart.

Mo Yexue and Crispy are still asleep, one of them is recovering from his injuries, and the other is in a state of growth...... They don't know anything about what's going on in the outside world.

In fact, Bai Ye could rely on the power of the two of them, but at this time, he would not choose to do so, let alone have this thought.

The original fall had already taught him a truth. That is, there are some things that he has in total, and he needs to use a little less, so he doesn't want to lose even if it is a last resort.

His dantian can now be regarded as the most intact part of his body except for his brain. In the face of the curse of the white-clothed immortal, he had suppressed it at the cost of burning demon blood, but there was still an ancient white mark on his body.

The mark was mysterious and terrifying, invisibly releasing a destructive aura, terrifying. It was the Heavenly Sin Seal, which was shining with the curse mark of the white-clothed fairy just now, and now it gave Bai Ye a headache was that it actually started at some point, and once again condensed a jet-black thundercloud from Bai Ye's head.

At this moment, there was lightning rolling in the thundercloud, and it was eerie and terrifying, like that, it was as if the thunder of the world-destroying god would fall at any time. However, this can only be regarded as a potential threat, and now Bai Ye is thinking about how to prevent himself from falling to his death......

The voice continued to ring over and over again, in the ears of the monks, in the hearts of the monks. Invisibly, it is impossible to guess whether the monks are heading for destruction or rebirth.

However, while the white night was still falling, layers of frost, while he was not paying attention, quietly condensed on his body, it was like silk threads, to be woven into ancient armor......

Far away, the voice is still echoing, melodious and far away.

"Brahrukarti Shuo Bo Junye. ”

"Sawan is a chakra. ”

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"Saba Ata Ata died. ”

"Sadada Narmon Saddha Na. ”

"Ni Hui threw it to Oh Zhutie. ”

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