When the first morning breeze swept through the world and brought a cool breath to all things, the golden sun had already risen from the east. However, at this moment, whether it was Bai Ye and the others, or the Immortal Holy Maiden and her sect members, they could not see the lineup of the sunrise.

Because this place has long been reduced to their battlefield. As far as the eye can see, above the sky, there are surging and burning green fires and withered and broken white lotuses, as well as a woman in white who has been suppressed by the green fire, and a young Taoist who is cold to all this.

And on the earth, there is no longer a small town in the sand that used to be prosperous and ordinary, no need to look far, what you see is the broken armor, and the broken bones in the armor.

This is the only relic of the Great Yan 800,000 Iron Riders in this world. They are scattered among the ruins of Python City, scattered in the bunkers that have formed briefly due to the collection of rain.

In this slightly dim morning, the sunlight that finally penetrated the layers of barriers, sprinkled in bunches, sprinkled on these relics, and on the armor, there were complex and intertwined cracks.

For the deceased, these rifts are proof of their past glory. On the ground, the little Taoist priest stood alone in the puddle, the morning breeze blowing cold, but he didn't feel the cold.

At this moment, his mind is chaotic.

"Impossible, impossible, is he so handsome, is he still the bearded man he used to be?"

"Impossible, impossible, bearded so strong?"

"Impossible, impossible, how can there be such a perfect person in the world ... ”

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

He held his head high, silent, and stared at the figure in the sky, before, he always thought that the only thing he could beat this unscrupulous master was this delicate little tender face, but now he looked at it, compared to this "beard", he was simply useless.

However, except for him, none of the people present had the leisure to look at this so-called bearded man who was transformed into two people.

The Immortal Saintess couldn't, and in the face of the suppression of the blue fire, she didn't dare to have the slightest distraction. Even though she and the other party are in the same realm, the strength shown by the two can be called worlds apart.

And the forty-five members of the congregation she brought with her were also no. The silver metal giant scorpions, which had been dismantled into parts one by one by the white-haired youth, were scattered on the ground, and their torso parts still let out a piercing hiss from time to time in the midst of the crusting sound.

And the forty-four disciples wearing silver armor magic weapons fell to the ground softly, not because the white light with a strange resurrection effect was not useful, but because the white night had broken the balance they had worked so hard to maintain.

Forty-four of them, all dressed in silver armor from the sect, combined with the strange magic power array, can be called an existence that integrates attack and defense.

In addition, they also have scorpion puppets, and the fighting of golems is different from living beings, they are tireless, they do not feel pain, even if they are crushed, they will continue to fight.

And under such an increase in combat power, the true combat power of each of these forty-four white-clothed people is enough to be comparable to that of ordinary god-transforming cultivators, and this kind of strength is not weak in today's wasteland.

It's a pity that what they encountered was a white night. If they are compared to the fireflies of this broken world, then the white night is equivalent to the bright moon that only exists in the ethereal legend.

At this moment, they can only do this, lying like a wasted person, unable to make any resistance. The white light is magical, but the person who can move it has turned into a cold corpse, poured in the rain and quicksand.

Now, except for the fallen maid, the only saint who can receive the gift of the Heavenly Father has also been suppressed, and they can really only be slaughtered.

"You say you believe in that thing, called Heavenly Father?"

In the midst of forty-three frightened but angry eyes, the white-haired young man moved, came to a man in white, reached out and grabbed his neck, and lifted him up.

Silver runes, frantically flashing above the man's hands, bombarded the hand that Bai Ye was holding his neck, it was his last struggle, burning everything, hopeless, desperate blow.

However, even if he was like this, it only caused dozens of blood marks to appear on the young man's hands. In just one breath, the black and white demon blood oozed out, and the wound of the white night healed.

"Interesting. ”

The white night was silent, and now, he was no longer hiding, a pair of heavy pupils, one red and one purple, everyone looked at it, and they all felt the demonic will to kill, just one glance, and the body was cold.

"Heavy, heavy - the pupil is ........."

The man struggled desperately, his chapped lips trembling slightly, trying to say something, but unfortunately, until the end, the faint voice he emitted was only audible to him.

A moment later, there was one more corpse on the ground, forty-four members of the Immortal Sect, and forty-three remaining. And those who survive will also leave this world.

A red mist began to spread among them. With each breath, small beads with golden brilliance flew out of the red mist and fell into the palm of the white night.

This time, Bai Ye did not habitually put them away, but swallowed them all at once, and as the sound of his heartbeat became more and more intense, a painful wail resounded through his body.

Although, this voice can only be heard by him.

"Heavy pupils, fools, let me go quickly!"

"Fool, the Father will not forgive you, I advise you, ah-"

"Foolish, your sins are unforgivable!!"

.........

One roar after another, one after another, resounded in the belly of the white night. It was the primordial infant of the forty-four white-clothed people, and it was also their soul, but now they could be said to be not much different from the lost dog.

Their physical bodies have died, and all the things that Bai Ye thinks have value for use are in this golden pill condensed by using the power of the Shura Dao.

White and black, two colors representing two extremes, illuminate the interior of White Night's body at this moment. It was a demonic fire, it was Fan Lihuo, but it was different from what Bai Ye had used in previous battles.

At its core, there is a pile of black and white runes, which are intricately intertwined, sometimes blended, sometimes separated. The fire had no temperature, but it burned so much that forty-four soul ghosts wept and howled.

ended this killing, Bai Ye was in his heart, but he was still reminiscing. He pondered, pondered the breath of white light, which gave him a sense of déjà vu that disgusted him, but he could not remember when he had ever seen its owner.

"Have you forgotten something?"

At this moment, a black shadow appeared silently in the center of the sky, he stepped on the clouds, and his body was shrouded in a pitch-black shadow, unlike before, at this moment, his aura became dark and terrifying.

"I forgot, you bastard. According to my promise, I should kill you and drink in exchange. ”

Fang Hao turned around, holding a white lotus in his mouth, shining green fire, swirling around his fingertips, like a little snake spitting out letters, extremely smart. He calmly looked at Da Cui in front of him, and a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes.

"Three hours is enough for this king's layout, today, this king wants to use the blood of your three traitors to pay tribute to the deceased heroic soul of my Great Yan Iron Horse. ”

At this moment, the dark shadow that shrouded him dissipated, and Da Cui also revealed his true face for the first time. However, what greeted him was the hilarious voice of the little Taoist priest on the ground.

Toad beak, triangular eyes, horizontal and vertical eyebrows, Mediterranean. This is the picture that the three of Bai Ye saw at first sight, Bai Ye and Fang Hao are okay, they are just little Taoists, they have just entered the path of cultivation, and when they see this scene, they really can't help laughing.

Da Cui's real appearance is inevitably too funny.

"So, what about your bureau?"

In the sky, the young man's white hair fluttered, as bright as a galaxy. A slight light flickered in his pair of pupils, staring at the King of Xiliang who showed his true face in front of him, the murderous intent in his heart was monstrous, and the powerful qi exploded, locking Da Cui in an instant.

He didn't know whether to be grateful or angry at this man. After a moment of silence, Bai Ye's face became calm. This person gave himself the opportunity to wake up, and at the same time, destroyed everything he was pursuing.

"You and I, cause and effect, therefore I should give you, death. ”

At this moment, Bai Ye spoke, but his voice changed subtly. Hearing Bai Ye's words, Da Cui's face became hideous, while Fang Hao Fang Daozi's face changed slightly.

At this moment, he seemed to be in another world, and this white-haired young man was the ruler of everything between this heaven and earth, he was above all living beings, and his words were laws.

...... What kind of person is this young man, and why does he have such a Taoist thought? This Taoist thought is simply beyond anyone he has ever seen in his life, even if it is a few old fellows who have never lived in the depths, they may not necessarily have it?

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

"Arrogance, today, I have completed the magic technique! I will be destined to be invincible in the world, invincible in the whole world!"

The words of the white-haired young man in front of him sounded to Da Cui full of ambiguity, and he didn't seem to understand. He knew that the path he chose to practice had ruined the lives of countless people, and this young man was just an accident that would not happen in a million.

Accidents should be wiped out! What he believes in has always been only one sentence -- one will be a success, and ten thousand bones will wither. The history of Python City, 800,000 Iron Cavalry, and Xiliang has always been written only by the victors.

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

Brilliant black light emanated from Da Cui's body, and the ancient lines of pitch-black were constantly engraved from the space behind him, and with the appearance of the black lines, the entire sky above Python City was filled with a strange and rancid aura.

In this regard, Bai Ye was safe, standing in the sky with his hands in his hands, as if he was silently waiting for something. And Fang Daozi waved his sleeves at the little Taoist.

In an instant, the little Taoist priest disappeared. And the whole heavenly dome also sounded the sound of ghosts crying and wolf howling, and the sound was extremely poignant, revealing dead silence and despair.

"You're going to be the first drop of blood that the magic drinks, hahaha-"

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PS: Today's shift is another day of refueling. ( ?? ˙ω˙?? ?)