The bottom of the River of Apocalypse.

The river converges like a tornado.

And the young people in the center of the tornado are constantly struggling.

Ning Yi's expression became more and more painful, the power of the word scroll was too great...... This force rushed in all directions in his body, almost bursting apart by the divine soul.

Forcibly refining the "word scroll".

After all, it is against the sky, and there is no good end.

Beside Ning Yi's side, one after another silver formations are spreading, this is the talisman he carved with tenacious willpower, in the dark, there is a ray of light rising at the bottom of the River of Apocalypse, this ray of light is very weak, like a fire that is fluctuating in the night, it may be extinguished at any time, and then the second and third rays.

These fires faltered and drifted with the flow.

It spread around Ning Yi.

"It's ......"

Ning Yi's consciousness was a little blurred.

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For Ning Yi, every breath at this moment is torment.

There were no more thoughts in his head...... Bai Rulai didn't chase down, and at the bottom of the River of Apocalypse, he was the only one left.

He had only one thought!

After carving the formation pattern of Xiaoyuan Mountain!

The water at the bottom of the river, rumbling and rolling, and the appearance of firelight, gave Ning Yi a warm feeling.

The pain of the scroll continued, but his consciousness was a little unfelt.

Subconsciously, there seemed to be a voice speaking to him.

"Sleep...... Let's rest......"

The warm water of the River of Apocalypse wrapped Ning Yi up, and his fingertips insisted on outlining the last wisp of the formation, and the induction of the Xiaoyuan Mountain Rune and the River of Apocalypse was completely opened, and the bright silver light rose from the ground.

Ning Yi's eyes slowly closed, and his hair overflowed like ink.

At the last moment when his consciousness fell into a deep slumber, he missed an opportunity to see for himself what this formation had opened.

The original "Urle", in this mother river, received the blessing of the "Apocalypse".

According to what he described.

It was a warm, spring-breezy force.

It was that power that blessed Urle, and in every battle he experienced on the steppe since then, he crushed all his opponents, trampled through them with iron horses, was invincible, and was invincible wherever the sword was pointed.

......

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On the banks of the River of Apocalypse.

One old and one young, standing by the river.

The little white emperor's physique was not lightly damaged in the battle with Ning Yi...... He didn't have such an anti-heaven treasure as the "Word Scroll", and the recovery speed of his injuries was extremely slow, coupled with the sequelae caused by the blood explosion.

Bai Rulai wiped the corners of his lips with the back of his palm, and said coldly: "It's not just a word scroll, Bai will rest early...... Also in his hands. ”

This human sword cultivator must die.

The Great Elder Bai Changdeng did not reply when he heard this.

Bai Changlan's expression was uncertain, staring at the "River of Apocalypse" that seemed to be calm on the surface, but was actually turning the world upside down.

The sense of foreboding intensified.

Bai Changdeng put one hand on the shoulder of the little white emperor, narrowed his eyes, and said, "You go back first." ”

Bai Rulai was stunned.

The status of the Great Elder in the clan is second only to his father, and his cultivation realm has swept across the Eastern Demon Domain, and among the Demon Saints, he can be regarded as a not weak existence.

Is there a killing machine here?

The little white emperor was happy, but no matter how he swept it, he couldn't see what danger the "River of Apocalypse" was hiding.

He pursed his lips, and with one hand tore apart the singularity, after the White Wolf King's tent formation was shattered, the spatial barrier of the grassland became extremely unstable, especially after the Great Elder's demon saint will came.

A passage emerges.

Bai Rulai stood at the entrance of the passage, hesitated slightly, and said seriously: "Ning Yi must be killed." It doesn't matter if Bai Zao's demon body is destroyed, there is still a light left in her father's place, and this loss of Taoism can be regarded as a lesson for her. ”

Bai Changlan hummed softly, and after the little white emperor stepped into the passage, the sleeve robe of the Great Elder of the Eastern Demon Domain was gently flicked, the wind trembled, and the River of Apocalypse returned to its original state.

"Come out, fellow Daoist. ”

Bai Changdeng's expression was calm, and the premonition in his heart was forcibly suppressed, in terms of cultivation, he was a Nirvana Demon Saint, the strongest level cultivator in the world.

What's more, behind him, there is also the "White Emperor", the strongest person in the two worlds.

And in front of you?

It's just a river of apocalypse, a plateau of gods.

What else is there to tread?

Bai Changdeng looked at the whole calm river, and said lightly: "Fellow Daoist, I'm afraid you don't know that over the years, the pattern of the two worlds outside has undergone earth-shaking changes...... Your identity is no secret. ”

The River of Apocalypse is still dead silent.

Bai Changdeng frowned, "The formation mage in front of the Lionheart Throne outlines the formation pattern for the Northern Iron Cavalry and lays out the defensive formation for the Urle grassland...... Do you think that the Eastern Demon Domain doesn't know about these things you do?"

He paused and said seriously.

"The name of the 'White Emperor' of the Eastern Demon Domain, presumably even if you live in this grassland, you can't isolate it from your ears...... The demon clan needs this grassland in the world, and you may wish to show up, you and I have a good talk, so as not to see each other with swords and ruin the harmony. ”

The river is finally no longer calm.

Someone sighed softly.

On the other side of the mist of the River of Apocalypse, a figure slowly walked in, wearing a big robe that did not look like this era, his sleeves hung down to the water, the robe was blown back and swayed, and the whole person looked a little thin.

As for the face, it is hidden in the mist, and it is not real.

"Meta. ”

Bai Changlan smiled with satisfaction.

He looked at the man in the mist of the River of Apocalypse, and said softly, "It seems to be a good guess from the outside, you spend most of your time sleeping here...... Today, since you are willing to show up, then it means that everything is there to talk about. ”

Pattern after pattern flowed on the river.

"Yuan"'s expression was blurred, he stretched out a finger, lightly pressed his brow, and the tip of his nose hummed lightly.

Truly...... He hadn't woken up in a long time.

Since the death of the Lionheart, he has spent most of his time dormant under the waters of the River of Apocalypse, the water of which is the "water" of his hometown.

Only here can he "live" longer.

And today.

Ning Yi used the formation pattern to open the secret treasure of the "River of Apocalypse".

It also woke him up.

That human is really very similar to the original "Urle", and ...... If you're not mistaken, that human still has the token of King Lionheart on his body?

Yuan's expression was a little complicated.

Compared to the "Lionheart Crystal", he saw something else.

On the other hand, it reminded him of the memories of his hometown many years ago.

The voice of the old man on the riverbank pulled his thoughts back.

"Give me 'Ning Yi', and the Eastern Demon Domain will apologize for this attack...... We will respect the order of the grassland and are willing to work with you to formulate a new eight surnames. Bai Changdeng looked at "Yuan" and tried to make his voice softer, "The power of the demon clan will bring great help to the grassland, presumably, this is also what you want to see, right?"

On the side of the river, Yuan's expression was a little confused.

His consciousness gradually became clearer.

This demon cultivator regards himself as the ruler of the grassland?

Yuan smiled.

It seems like...... And that's really the case.

He has done too much for this grassland, fought with Urle, grew up with Urle, defeated his worst enemy, and when an era ended, he still chose to protect the grassland, arranged an unbreakable formation, and left his own legacy on the grassland before he was put to rest.

The young man named "Ning Yi" obtained the inheritance of the formation pattern and successfully opened the "secret collection".

But he was never the ruler of the steppe.

Over the years, he has never interfered in the decision-making of the Eight Great Surnames, and he has never watched the struggle of the grassland creatures, he closed his eyes and didn't think about anything...... I slept and waited for the next time I woke up.

There are many people who can learn the "formation pattern", and it is not difficult to obtain this inheritance.

But to get the approval of the "river of the apocalypse".

Over the years, apart from "Urle", there was only him.

The sound of the long white lamp continues.

"The Eastern Demon Domain is willing to give the secret method of the Golden-winged Dapeng Clan's blood explosion, support the grassland to wage war against the Great Sui, and help the eight grassland kings on the grassland to reach a higher level in the realm of the Star Monarch. When the Suspended Space opens in the future, two Nirvana Treasures will be given to the grassland. ”

He looked at Yuan, but found that no matter what he said, the man in the mist didn't seem to change.

Could these conditions ...... Yuan is not all moved?

Bai Changdeng's brow furrowed.

He didn't know that every word and word he said was like the wind crossing the river of the apocalypse, just blowing by.

Yuan didn't go to his heart at all.

Waking up from the long sleep at the bottom of the river, the man who was stunned for a while, slowly walked forward from the mist.

Bai Changdeng looked at the man's face with some surprise.

The complexion is very white, white as a lotus.

may be because he has been soaking in the water of the Apocalypse River for too long, Yuan's face looks very young and handsome, but it is not feminine, just right...... On the left and right of his cheeks, there are round red dots on either side of his lips.

The water sleeves embroidered with blue swimming fish don't look like characters of this era at all.

Bai Changlan's memory was traced, and he couldn't recognize where it was......

Yuan's voice interrupted him.

The "young man" who has lived since the time of King Lionheart reminded softly, "Guess how I survived so long?"

The long white light squinted his eyes.

Human lifespan...... Can't live to this era.

He has demon blood on his body.

What bloodline?

Bai Changdeng looked at this young man with water sleeves, his brain was blank for a while, and he didn't react to this "kind reminder".

Yuan looked into the distance.

That's the direction I left behind.

The bronze platform screamed to the sky, and it was boiling.

The formation patterns of Xiaoyuan Mountain were all ignited, and the flames burst out, soaring into the sky.

His gaze returned to Bai Changlan's body, and his voice became cold.

"Give you ten breaths, get out of this prairie. ”

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