"Demon Clan, you are really bold, you dare to plot the fate of my Terran Race!" A roar of anger was like a flash of thunder, waking up everyone in cultivation.

White Night opened his heavy black eyes and stared at everything in front of him. The golden world had long since dissipated with the swift wind, from the mist to the vast Enlightenment Pool, and the trees in the pool, all of which were completely missing at this moment.

Instead, there were countless glittering silver formations, and a terrifying coercion that weighed him a little suffocating. This coercion stems from the gap in cultivation, and more than one such aura appeared on the field.

Sure enough, someone couldn't help it and wanted to pick peaches. ”

Facing the countless shining silver formations, Bai Ye grinned. In the cultivation world, this kind of thing is common. But the roar of thunder told him that everything was not as simple as he imagined.

In the endless dazzling silver light, a little bit of gold shimmers appeared, and silver and gold formed a sharp contrast in mid-air, giving people a sense of shock.

"Young man of the demon race, you dare to plot the fate of my human race, it is really very bold! But if you have the virtue of a good life in heaven, I can let you live, provided that you spit out all the opportunities that belong to the human race!"

The white mist began to emerge from the sky, and in the white snow curtain, the entire snow-capped mountain was shrouded and permeated in it.

That was the evolution of the formation, and it was the killing machine of the people who arranged the formation. At this moment, the white night was shrouded in a whole white mist. All the surviving trialists were excluded from this circle, except for the white night, which was besieged.

"Joke, the opportunity is completely for me, if you want it, you can take it with your ability. "The white mist is thick, and the imprisonment suppresses the white night, trapping it in it, but it cannot imprison its voice with it.

The surging demonic power of black and white rose from the body of the white night like a flame, resisting the white mist full of murderous intent in the calm.

These fog threads evolved in the mist, and he could inadvertently wrap his body around him, and when he was entangled, as long as he inhaled a trace of white mist, his body would be as if he had suffered some kind of heavy blow, this strange killing machine was really terrifying.

If it weren't for Fan Li's demonic power, he would never have been able to stand in the formation as intact as he is now. A bright purple glow flashed from his right eye, and the white night was using his heavy pupils to probe his true situation.

In the past, he fell into the enemy formation, and the only choice was to enter the battle with the killing path and go out with the killing path. This method is concise and effective.

But not anymore. With his unique heavy pupils, he had an insight into the entire formation at a glance. The golden glimmer that flashed in the mist was a golden chariot.

"Emperor Jialing............" A hint of coldness flashed in the heavy pupils of the white night, and at this moment, he was already completely angry. Beiming Fengtian, Emperor Jialing, this father and son are really a raccoon dog.

"Father, I request that the young man of this Ye clan be killed on the spot. Outside the formation, Beiming Fengtian respectfully bent down and clenched his fists, bowed his head and asked for instructions to the golden chariot in the sky.

Not far from where the Northern Darkness Fengtian was standing, Ye Qingyan stood with a sword, and the traces of cyan flowing clouds swirled around her body, and at this moment she was surrounded by twelve monks, all of whom were wearing golden armor and holding golden heavy swords.

It's not so much twelve people, but six people, just because these six people are all in the realm of gods. Countless monks stopped from afar, looking forward to it. They didn't dare to get too close, and they didn't want to get too far.

At this moment, Ye Qingyan's face became extremely difficult to look at, with her eyesight, how could she not see that this was a game of the royal family cloth on a cold night, the purpose of which was to decapitate the forbidden talent in this Golden Scale List trial.

All those who have anything to do with this person are the sworn enemies of the cold night. Twelve golden figures surrounded the young man in green clothes, but they surrounded but did not kill.

Although they are the real hidden power of the empire, they are destined to be loyal to the empire all their lives and become a sword in the hands of others, but they are not stupid. Some people can move, some can't.

They won't do it without the order of the man in the golden chariot. Hundred-legged insects, dead but not stiff, even if that dynasty has shown a trend of decline, it is still not something they can afford to provoke with these tools.

Scarlet and purple, dazzling and gorgeous. The light shone from the pupils of the white night, and from time to time a flickering blade poked out from the white mist, and took the head of the white-haired young man.

But all the attacks of this sharp blade seemed to be useless, all attacks were blocked by the young man's fist, and all attacks and killings were blocked by the blood-colored blade.

The black and white intertwined blood slowly dripped from the corners of the mouth of the confessional night. For Bai Ye, this time, it was another crisis. The other party does not rely on talent, does not rely on miraculous skills, only on cultivation.

And he couldn't see at a glance that this formation was not a phantom formation, nor was it a simple trapped formation, but a killing formation. He could see through all the formations at a glance, but he couldn't break through them.

"All of you Northern Realm cultivators, but you are all optimistic, the person you look up to is a demon!"

"Since he is a demon and evil generation, he should be suppressed by my human race, and this son should forcibly take the opportunity of my human race, and he should be killed by my generation!"

"This is a peaceful world, demons and evil cannot be in charge, and all those who surface should be killed and killed. ”

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Voices rang out from the clouds. There is a hint of old age and vicissitudes in the majesty. The dazzling white light slowly fell from the pale sky, and the old men with white hair, dressed in cloth clothes, stepped into the void and looked down at the monks watching from afar.

"Look, it's the Twelve Confucianism and Taoism of Baishulou. ”

In the crowd, some people recognized the identities of these old men and did not exclaim. A huge curtain of light is displayed in the sky, which is thousands of feet high and hundreds of feet wide.

The scene of Bai Ye being injured and vomiting blood appeared clearly on this light curtain. At this moment, he looks much more miserable than before in the Golden Scale List.

His clothes were completely torn by the increasingly terrifying mist, and his upper body was naked, and shocking scars were all over it. In addition to a pair of torn black pants and strips of rags, the lower body was also covered with wounds.

Under the gaze of the cultivators, the white-haired young man kept waving a pair of iron fists, and the black and white fists shook the cold blades that struck in the mist. He also heard the sound of killing at him.

"Boy, don't resist uselessly, just take your hands down, I can still keep you in a whole corpse. In the mist, the voice of the arranger sounded again, cold and vicious.

In contrast, Bai Ye only replied with his anger with a fist.

"It's also a cultivator of the gods, why don't you dare to fight with me in the infancy?"

Bai Ye grinned, his eyes full of mockery.

"The shaft is arrogant. ”

A cold snort came from the mist, and then a figure in black slowly appeared. An incomparably powerful coercion enveloped the white night, countless white runes swirled around him, and twelve sharp blades that shimmered with silver light surrounded him.

"It's coming. ”

Bai Ye groaned in his heart, and with a wave of his hand, there were nine rounds of the Great Moon Wheel, falling from the sky, and smashing towards this arrayer.

The arranger snorted coldly, and one after another fine spatial cracks emerged, devouring the big moon that had been smashed by the nine rounds. made the white night's attack methods instantly annihilate in the violent space storm in the rift.

However, in a confrontation, there was nothing to do in the white night, but the face of the arranger was pale. Although he was a cultivator in the Transformation Stage, he was a little reluctant to tear open such a huge spatial crack to resist the enemy's killing moves in an instant.

In the mist, countless mist threads intertwined, crushing towards the white-haired young man frantically. But when he saw the young man wave his hand, Fan Li's demonic power erupted, and a terrifying storm swept here, blowing up the endless mist and cutting off countless fog threads.

The figure in black burst out and disappeared into a spatial rift. The next breath, when he appeared behind Bai Ye, was blocked by an arm covered with black lines.

"Dingdingding............ding"

A burst of roaring sound came, and in the mist, twelve snow-white blades and twelve scarlet lights clashed continuously, emitting bursts of terrifying metallic sounds.

"Senior sister, I can't bear it anymore. In the crowd, Xue Chanyu's hands were clenched into fists, and subtle snow-white cicada patterns emerged from her body, slowly moving.

The Thousand Pupils of the North Darkness didn't respond, she just quietly appeared in place, a pair of purple-gold heavy pupils with a bright flame rising. She was staring, staring at the figure in the sky, the figure silently looking down on everything.

If he dares to make a move, she will dare to do everything.

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"Hahahaha............" In the white mist, the black and white demon fire on the young man's body was ignited, and his pair of pupils were full of sky-high battle intent. Black and white demon blood flowed down from his wounds, and his deep and bony wounds were also recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"What kind of monster is this?"

The arrayers from Baishulou couldn't help but be a little suspicious of life. In the past, he killed the demon clan who were in trouble, but he had never been so troublesome, is it just because this demon clan has a heavy pupil, is it so strong?

How unfair the heavens were! Why did the Holy Body of the other Race appear on the Demon Race? In anger, the arrayers frantically formed one mysterious handprint after another, triggering a change in the formation.

Strands of white mist, fused with the silver runes, frantically suppressed the white-haired youth with their masters.

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"Don't bother............"

At this moment, a sigh resounded in the sky.

Ye Qingyan, who was struggling with the twelve golden god powerhouses, looked up, only to see a golden condensed finger pointing at it, which was frantically devouring the aura of a radius of thousands of miles, and blasted towards the center of the silver magic array.

"No ————"

Several women's voices sounded under the entire silent snowy mountain.

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