On the twilight peak, the remnant sun is still there. It was the fifth day that Bai Ye had come to the Scripture Pavilion, and the second day that he had been stagnant at that step. Large drops of sweat continued to flow down his body, soaking through his clothes, and from the side, Bai Ye already looked like a water man.

Extreme Ice Peak, inside the main hall, Xiao Yuanhe couldn't take his eyes off it, he was still staring at the huge light curtain, this third layer entry requirements, but it required the monk to reach the peak of the Dan Formation Stage. Although the White Night's bloodline is strong, he can only use the power of the bloodline to resist the enemy's coercion so far, and the oppressive force in this staircase is not within the scope of his resistance.

When Bai Ye struggled on the last step, Ye Qingyan had already climbed the middle of the step. The stairs leading from the second floor to the third floor are different from the previous one, consisting of thirteen steps, while the upper staircase consists of only nine steps.

He gritted his teeth and stood. Finally, he lifted one foot and stepped forward. The terrifying oppression all around him increased in vain, and he felt only a sweetness in his throat and a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. He strove to step on, and despite the great pain he endured, he succeeded.

The price is the blood that stains his clothes red. He held the burning spirit tightly in one hand to support his body. Looking at the dazzling collection of books on the third floor, he smiled, and in this way, it should be fine.

White Night didn't take another step forward, he chose to stop. There was no need to move forward anymore, not to mention that his physical condition at the moment did not allow him to make any rash moves. The black and white Fan Li's demonic power, the red glow representing the Shura Path, and the purple glimmer from his closed right eye flickered over his body.

He had already used all his powers, but they were not used by him for healing and cultivation, he first blessed these powers on his divine sense, spreading his divine sense, and enveloping the entire three floors of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion as much as possible. The most important thing that cannot be ignored in the practice of monks is the choice made at the beginning.

The so-called "journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step" is this truth. Although climbing the third floor of the Scripture Pavilion may have been the limit of Bai Ye, in Bai Ye's heart, this was enough for him to understand the difference between his cultivation in his previous life and his cultivation in the present life through these books.

Within his sea of knowledge, runes were piled up there like a sea, filling his sea of knowledge. These scriptures are of different colors and numbers, and Bai Ye can clearly feel that the size of the space of his sea of consciousness has been applied to a critical point by him, and it may even collapse at any time.

But those scriptures are still pouring into his sea of knowledge. He knew that he couldn't stop, and there was no turning back. Once he gives up and purge these scriptures from his sea of knowledge, then all the efforts he has made in this scripture pavilion will be in vain.

In the moment before he had a great headache and the sea of knowledge was about to explode, the purple star in his right eye finally moved. The purple shimmer was like a tide, and a purple figure appeared between the surges.

The figure turned around, just waved his robe, and saw that those scriptures, as if compressed, gathered together, forming a colorful halo, enveloping the consciousness of the white night. The more scriptures poured in, the more condensed the aura condensed in the sea of white night knowledge.

Three floors, sitting cross-legged on the white night, he began to understand the scriptures in the halo of his knowledge of the sea. This is a terrifying rate that is almost impossible to see in this era. The current White Night is only a mid-level ant in the foundation building period, but his biggest advantage since his rebirth is not the inheritance he has, but his terrifying comprehension ability.

When he was Mo Chengshi, he was a half-step saint. There is a saying that has been handed down since the era of the flood and famine, and under the saints, they are all ants. Although he has not been able to transcend the sainthood, his recultivation in this life is destined to be a huge variable. Climb up from the bottom, with the comprehension ability of a demi-saint.

Bai Ye is still contemplating, these scriptures, from one to ten, from ten to hundred, and from one hundred to thousand... Until...... More than 10,000 units. Slowly, he had come to appreciate the difference in the path of cultivation between the two lives.

Sure enough, the Fa of the previous life and the path of the previous life will not work in this life. He slowly realized all the roads he had traveled since his rebirth and awakening, "Killing the Emperor, Fan Li's Blood, Extremely Cold Artistic Conception ............" Bai Ye was silent.

He naturally understands the truth that he can't chew too much. What's more, in this era, he is destined to make changes, which of these inheritances and these exercises is not peerless, then he can only make changes.

In the sea of knowledge in the white night, the colorful aura has been extinguished. He has come to the realization of the true meaning of it. After thinking for a moment, he made a crazy move. In Bai Ye's body, the inheritance rune of the Emperor-killing vein appeared in his blood.

Whatever the consequences, he's going to gamble. For the sake of breaking and then standing. Sure enough, as soon as the inheritance rune appeared, it immediately intertwined with the black and white runes, and they fought fiercely, "poof" Bai Ye's throat was sweet, and he spat blood again.

Now he is in danger of losing his merits at any time. A cold breath appeared on his body, and his blood, which had been boiling due to the conflict, cooled down in an instant, and could even be said to be frozen.

Melting blood, that's what White Night is doing right now. He wants to fuse the two peerless inheritances together, create his own law, and embark on a path that truly belongs to him. Under the influence of the almost frozen chill, the battle between the two runes became much gentler.

Whenever his Fan Li's blood boiled and new runes emerged from it, bringing him new power, he would see the supreme shadow of the demon god Fan Li, who was looking down on all beings. At this moment, he understood that the blood of Fan Li in his body still did not belong to him in the final analysis.

What he wants to do is to transform, a real transformation. Among the twelve demon gods, it is no longer the name of Fan Li, but the demon god Bai Ye. Killing emperors in one vein, killing emperors from generation to generation has created their own laws. "Killing the Holy Desolate Heavenly Formula" is only divided into four layers, and there are only four emperors in the Emperor Killing lineage.

In this life, although he is the reincarnation of the fourth generation of Emperor Killer Mo Cheng, it stands to reason that he should be the fifth generation of Emperor Killer. Now, what he has to do is to use this Fan Li's blood to create the fifth generation of the method of killing the emperor. "Knock knock, knock knock, knock knock" It was the sound of the white night's violent heartbeat.

Gradually, under the easing of the Extreme Cold Artistic Conception, the two runes in Bai Ye's body were brought into the heart with the blood flowing. At this moment, his heart seemed to turn into a peerless furnace, fusing two fundamentally different forces together, causing them to blend and merge with each other.

Sitting cross-legged in the white night, since he had comprehended tens of thousands of scriptures, his hands had been burning with white flames and black flames, but the long-lasting white flames and black flames were extinguished at this moment. Bai Ye's body began to tremble violently, and this pain was incomprehensible to the onlookers.

Demon cultivation, no matter how strong or weak, whether you choose to cultivate with the ontology or not, there are demon appearances. The so-called demon appearance is the evolution of the strongest bloodline of this demon race, and it can be said that it is their final evolutionary form. The blood was once again boiling out of Bai Ye's control, but Bai Ye did not use the Extreme Cold Artistic Conception Divine Power to suppress it again.

On the contrary, Bai Ye calmly waved his hand and started to burn his feelings, but he pierced his heart with a sickle. At this moment, a golden-red Manzhu Sawa pattern appeared behind him, and a mysterious secret power entered the burning feeling. "Snort" he pulled the burning love out of his chest.

There, his strong heart had been split in two. The strange scene was that there was not a trace of blood flowing from his chest, as if it had been absorbed by some force. Outside the light curtain, Xiao Yuanhe was still paying attention to the white night where the shocking changes had occurred.

Although this young man had brought him too much surprise since he joined the sect, he still had a shocked face at this moment. I hope he can be fine, so that the sixth senior sister can survive her catastrophe safely. Xiao Yuanhe silently read in his heart, and at this time, a disciple hurriedly ran into the hall.

"Sect Master, Senior Brother Ye has returned. Xiao Yuanhe sighed when he heard this, "My disciple can't compare to that young man after all." He glanced at the light curtain, then closed the light curtain. "Take me to heal him. ”

"Yes. ”

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The wound on Bai Ye's chest was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his parted heart was slowly growing, and between the blood boiling, it actually grew into two hearts of the same size as before.

Above Bai Ye's hands, the extinguished flame of Fan Li was ignited again, but this time it was all white flames. Black war paints, ten in all, were distributed over his legs. On the upper body of the white night, the original war paint has disappeared. The red rays surrounded the body, and there were more than a dozen of them, and finally turned into twelve crimson rays of blood and disappeared into the body of the white night.

Bai Ye looked at himself and found that there were twelve more magnificent blood lines on his ribs. That is the power of the Shura Dao, and it is also the power of Fan Li. At this moment, these are all the power of Bai Ye's own origin.

In the two hearts of the white night, there are two marks, one is blood, and the other is black and white. "Knock, knock, knock" Between the beating of the heart, the blood in Bai Ye's body rushed like a torrent, which was the strong sound of the new bloodline.

White Night stared at the burning love again, and found that he had regained the feeling of being connected to its soul. He used his demonic power, stared into his right eye, and found that there was not only the original purple figure, but also a black and white figure, no, a demon shadow.

The same crimson twelve wings, the upper body and the lower body are both human bodies, the upper body has white flames raging, and the lower body has black war paints, but that face is Bai Ye's own face, is this his demon appearance. He succeeded, and it was a near-perfect metamorphosis. His bloodline, the metamorphosis is far from over, but for him, it is a good start.

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"Master, when will the little junior brother of the white night come back?"

"Yes, there are still two years to go. Listening to the conversation between Leng Chen's two daughters, On the Morning Dew Peak, Luo Qianying shook his head and looked in the direction of Twilight Peak.

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