"Elder, see what we should do with him. ”

"Naturally, it is necessary to follow the ancestral law. ”

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

In the blood-red world, a group of people from the Black-Eyed Clan surrounded a monk, and at this moment they pointed at him, and their words were full of ways to deal with Flo.

Whatever they did, however, Flo would not respond. No matter what people say or do to him...... Now Flo has chosen to be silent, and now he has a lot more and less things than before.

Now he has lost the appearance of the true Buddha in the world in the past, and he no longer has the temperament that he usually has in waves. Now he is covered in scars, but all the scars on his body are shocking.

And Bai Ye, who was in the crowd, found that he could no longer see the sacred solemnity of Buddhist cultivation in him. Now Flo gives him the feeling of being more like a person who is at the end of a strong crossbow.

There was a vast sea of people, and all that came to my ears was the sound of what to do with Flo. And Flo is just as he sees in Bai Ye now, depressed, silent, like a dead man, this look is not to say that he is a Buddha, even if he is not as good as a mortal Bai Ye believes.

"He can't even be called a monk now...... A battle, decadent and dilapidated to this extent, really does not have the kind of mind of the Buddha during the flood...... Well, after all, this is not the ...... then."

And now, Bai Ye is just thinking silently in his heart. Now he can be regarded as a fish in water here, and he still wants to continue to hide this hand as an illusion cultivation that can only be regarded as a middle or upper level among monks.

Against the Heavenly Dao, he is considered an experienced person. And now in such a situation, Bai Ye also understands that if he wants to truly escape from here, he can only wait patiently, he has to seize all possible opportunities, even unscrupulous means...... Only in this way can there be a glimmer of hope for survival.

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

"Tell me to go down and prepare to pay tribute to the greatest and most illustrious ancestor of our people, the Black God, and quickly prepare everything necessary for the ceremony. ”

Surrounded by countless black-eyed people, the majestic old man blew his beard, and at this moment he pointed fingers at everyone, and in Bai Ye's opinion, he seemed to have given some orders.

In the eyes of the White Night, the Black-Eyed Clan definitely has a great connection with the former Wasteland, which can be seen from both the writing of the Black-Eyed Clan and the daily language mastered by the Black-Eyed Clan.

In Bai Ye's opinion, their words and language can often give them a very strange feeling. This feeling is as if the Black-Eyed Race should have been a race in the Wasteland, because whether it is their language or writing, these are all the same as the Terrans of the Wasteland today.

The strange thing is that the two of them are the same but there are differences in details, to be precise, the language and writing of the Heimu clan are very similar to the ancient script used in the wasteland a long time ago.

This can't be said to have some great cause and effect with the origin of the Black Eye Clan, so for Hakuya, if you can figure out all the past of this clan, including the origin...... In this case, you may be able to find a way back.

It's been half a month since Bai Ye came here. And in the past half a month, Bai Ye has also struggled to find a way back countless times, and he has never given up any opportunity to become an opportunity, but the result is always what he expected.

He hadn't succeeded once, and Heavenly Dao, as if he really wanted him to perish here, really didn't leave him the slightest chance. And the black eye clan and the underground world where the black eye clan lives are the biggest harvest for the white night.

And just as Bai Ye was pondering, the crowd suddenly dispersed to both sides. And he lost his mind for a short time, and he was naturally exposed to the black-eyed clan elder by the scattered crowd.

When Bai Ye looked at him, he found that the elder was also staring at him, but the elder's meaning was obvious, that is, the old man was very angry about his white night's way.

"This is the young man of that family, how can he be so ignorant of etiquette and have no virtue of my clan. ”

In a moment's time, the old man turned out to be by the side of Bai Ye. Now he was still staring at this "young man" who did not know how to be polite in his eyes with his slightly cloudy eyes. ”

But Bai Ye slowly shed a few lines of cold sweat from his forehead. Although the Black-Eyed Clan hardly cultivates the Yuan Shen, they have to admit that their physical cultivation is really terrifying.

Not to mention anything else, just from this old man's point of view, in Bai Ye's opinion, he is just a mid-level cultivation in the merging period, which is not too high, but this old man's speed is terrifying, and he almost surpassed the limit of his double pupil in his gestures.

Those with heavy pupils are extraordinary, and those with heavy pupils are strong...... This is a fact that has been recognized by the monks of the Wasteland since the legend of the Heavy Pupil. And now, there are creatures that can get rid of the tracking and observation of the heavy pupil's gaze with their speed.

What kind of speed should this be to be terrifying. And as the old man in front of him raised his hand towards him and slowly stretched out to hit him, Bai Ye's heavy pupils shrank violently.

At this moment, Bai Ye was not worried that the old man would kill him, all he was worried about was that the old man would expose his identity. After all, he hadn't deliberately focused on the illusion technique since he recultivated, so his cultivation on the illusion technique was not as profound as his previous life.

However, when the old man's seemingly fluttering punch slammed towards Bai Ye, it was another ordinary black-eyed clan who vomited blood and flew upside down.

"Elder—"

At this moment, the black-eyed tribesman had already felt that his eyes were black before he finished speaking, and immediately after, he had already fallen in a pool of blood.

Of course, this innocent brother is naturally a substitute for the dead found by the white night. Compared to his other clansmen, he was really unlucky, and the reason why he fell here so aggrieved today was because he happened to be standing here.

But the current crowd still maintains their indifference and silence, as if what has just happened here is a common thing for them, and they have not changed at all.

And their gaze at the innocent and dead clansman was also unanimously indifferent, and it could even give people a feeling of resentment. It's like looking at a sinner, and it's quite speechless.

"Go down, all of you, and prepare, and tonight the rites of our people will begin, and we shall make the most devout prayer to our fathers, that we may bless our people with prosperity. ”

"Yes, according to the Elders' commands. ”

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

The crowd dispersed, and Bai Ye also hid in it through illusion, dissipating here with the diversion of the Dao crowd, for Bai Ye, as long as these people who did not cultivate the Yuan Shen at all were not facing him head-on, they were a group of blind people in front of him.

But this is also a blessing in misfortune, and it is precisely because of this black-eyed clan that he can wander around unharmed to find out the news so far. And now, he is full of yearning for the so-called memorial ceremony in the mouth of the elder of the Heimu clan.

I can't say why, he does things now, and many times he relies on his own intuition. And now his intuition was telling him that following the footsteps of this strange and ignorant race, there would be different strange discoveries.

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

"Cher, what do you think of this race?"

At this moment, the white night stood on the top of the peak of the white bones, and he looked at the blood-red sky, the only and broken star in the sky, and the slight glow it emanated.

He slowly grabbed Rouyi from behind him, and gently pulled the person who had appeared behind him, and the latter was embraced by him.

And now, he was feeling the faint aroma of the latter's body like an orchid, and he was talking to Mo Yexue.

"Stubborn, no natural selection, ignorant and uncivilized. Although he has already entered the cultivation, it is not as simple and clear as the demon beast. ”

Mo Yexue spoke to Bai Ye word by word, and she turned her head to look at the black-eyed people who only knew how to do things according to orders, and her beautiful eyes were full of frivolity.

"Do you think it's possible for us to get something out of them?"

"I think so, after all, they are the only creatures here, and even if they are ignorant to a certain extent, they can help us invisibly. ”

"That's fine. ”

Bai Ye stroked the supple green silk of the person in his arms, and a few simple actions were full of spoiling.

He looked at the Black-Eyed people, watching them repeat their movements mechanically.

White Night was almost certain that as long as the next order of those in power was not given, their subjects would repeat it year after year, day after day.

"Then I'll go back first, Crispy doesn't like to be outside. ”

Bai Ye nodded, he looked at the woman in red in front of him who gradually turned into a little red, and watched her body gradually become illusory, and gradually disappeared in front of him.

In a trance, he raised his hand again, as if to grasp something. But after a moment he dropped his raised hand again, as if remembering something, smiled wryly, and then looked at the crowd of people who were busy for an order.

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

I don't know how the people of the Blackeye Clan calculate night and day, but it should be the night they think it is now. After all, in the high daytime, on the top of the mountain peak, I had already seen a bright bonfire burning from the bottom of the mountain.

They are exuding their own unique brilliance at this moment, reflecting the blood-red heaven and earth here. And those black-eyed people were happily dancing around the bonfire, and that lively and cheerful appearance didn't look like a sacrifice was going on, or a sacrifice.

Flo, who had been reduced to a captive, was dejectedly entangled in iron cables and tied to a dark stone pillar. And Bai Ye saw the whole process of him being tied up and being pulled and pulled.

In Bai Ye's opinion, this monk, this young disciple from a dignified super Taoist sect has lost everything in the past, he has been reduced to a complete waste, and what remains is nothing more than some useless use.

"Huhuhu......"

Amid the cheerful shouting and singing of the crowd, Flo was now gulping down the murky air.

He didn't know what he might face next, but it should be of little use to him right now.

After all, his heart was already dead, and when the demon dragon abused him, the Buddha in his heart, he worked hard and cultivated the Dharma for a long time...... They have all fallen into that shadow.

He has also traveled all over the great rivers of the wasteland, and has traveled all over a large part of the world, starting from the west, traveling to the south, and from the south to the east, and finally from the east to the north, crossing the cold night, and crossing the hundred thousand mountains...... He cultivates Buddha, but at the moment of life and death crisis, his Buddha does not seem to save him.

As for now, it has gone through a series of changes, and it ends with finally coming here...... His Dao heart was already broken. Despair filled his heart, making him lose hope in everything and his passion for exploring and seeking.

Although life and death were no longer so important to him at this moment, for him, the shadow that shattered his Dao heart was greater than anything else. He even feels like he's been living a nightmare all his life now.

This nightmare exhausted his whole life made all the scenery on his road vain. And after the vanity, it seems that only the shadow is the most real existence, but what does it represent......

At this moment, Flo was confused, and he could no longer see the breath of Buddhist cultivation from his body, and he could no longer see the Buddha style and Buddha bones of the talented man who was killed during the battle for the golden scale list...... He has fallen in a sense.

And at the top of the bone peak, the white night was quietly watching everything. He knew that he just had to wait, wait for the moment that might arise, and then lift the veil of this world lightly.

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