Bai Ye straightened his back, and in this world where only wind, rain, thunder and lightning were combined, he looked at the sky with blood-red eyes.

Two lives as a human being, a billion years, what he has been looking for all his life, every time, will be lost again after a short period of gain, he is unwilling!

The thunderstorm, violent and violent, just slashed directly on his body, the karma of reincarnation and the accumulation of the just Shura Dao have all faded, and the power of the past life has been exhausted.

The weak body had run out of oil, and his body was all scorched black, without the slightest bit of water, even the blood, which was almost dry.

The giant scythe emitted a soft shimmer, helping Bai Ye to reduce the power of the thunder, otherwise Bai Ye's own strength alone would not be able to resist it.

Under the vast majesty of the sky, Bai Ye is unwilling to fall, he is different from others, he is not a genius, he is not a chosen son, he has never been favored by this world.

Sister, master, his Xue'er, grandmother, and the clansmen of the Bishan tribe...... These are all away from him, how unfair is the way of heaven.

The scythe was stuck in the scorched earth in front of him, and he was no longer able to hold the weapon, so he could only stick it in front of him. The golden and red lines on the giant scythe are horizontal, like a long and horizontal pattern.

Mo Cheng's Xue'er is there, because of the soul refining mound. The Soul Refining Mound is a method created by the second generation of Emperor Killing, and the woman who was cast the spell will be incarnated as a Taoist soldier, and Mo Cheng doesn't know if he will be able to see her again in this life.

Bai Ye didn't know how long he could hold out, maybe it was this thunderstorm, maybe it was the next one.

He lifted a hand with difficulty and slowly, and he only wanted to touch it again, the scythe. The pattern is the ancient script of the wilderness. "Burning love. That's all there is to it.

Above the sky, thunder rolled. A thick pillar of thunder slammed down. The Heavenly Dao of the Desolate Realm will not allow anyone to break the rules it has made, and now, it wants to completely destroy the White Night.

"Boom. "There was a loud bang. Not only from heaven, but also from the body of the white night. Streams of newborn blood mixed with the power of thunder flowed endlessly in his body like a great river.

The blood was black and white, and the white night was suffering even more. His blood, his bones, and his body were already silent, and at this moment, his pair of eyes glowed with incredible brilliance, and it was extremely strange.

"I am Fan Li, today's Tao is completed, the position of the demon god is built, and you are waiting for a pulse of cause and effect. "Two patterns of magic extended from the eyes of the white night, one white and one black, they were intertwined.

At the same time, in the era of the flood wilderness, the demon clan, a middle-aged man, dressed in a golden robe and pinned to a small bell around his waist, led the demons to worship in a desolate ancient temple, and was shocked to look at the tablets that suddenly lit up among the thousands of tablets, and let out a sigh for a long time.

Bai Ye's heart was amazed that it was the demon god Fan Li! At the time of the Lich War, the Wu clan had twelve ancestral witches, and there were countless war witches under their seats, and the demon clan had hundreds of demon gods, Fan Li, who was one of the first twelve demon gods, and his warlike nature was in charge of the demon clan's killing and conquest.

Even in the Flood Era, Mo Cheng didn't have a chance to see this strong man. Just because the two were not born in the same era, Fan Li was a figure in the same period as the first Emperor Slayer, and by the time of Mo Cheng's time, this one had already fallen in the Lich War.

"I have been in the flood for hundreds of billions of years, and now I am passing on my law, vertical and horizontal. In a trance, Bai Ye seemed to see a tall figure, the figure was a human, with white war tattoos, two horns on his forehead, and twelve crimson wings on his back.

The lower body is a beast, covered with black armor, with four hooves and two tails, and holding a bronze war spear. Rushing to kill in the midst of the army, no one can match it, the spear in his hand, between the waves, there are only two forms, one vertical, one horizontal.

The thunder pillar was furious, but he saw that the shadow of a thousand zhang Fan Li appeared behind Bai Ye, and the war spear waved, shattering the thunder.

Above the sky, between the flashes of thunder, the thunderclouds as black as ink became more condensed. This rain, it rained even harder.

Bai Ye pondered for a long time, and only came to one conclusion, the method of the demon god Fan Li is not weaker than the magic power of killing the emperor.

"Knock, knock. His heart was beating violently, and he finally had a chance to breathe. The blood rushes and eventually clotted into three drops of source blood at the beginning of the heart.

It's just that these three drops of source blood are missing one drop in an instant. There is more than one golden thunder, and it is like a downpour of rain without money. If you count it carefully, there are probably hundreds of ways.

Fan Li's shadow swung his spear again, his front hooves raised high, and kicked heavily towards the thundercloud. When Bai Ye mentioned the burning feelings, the trajectory of the sickle was the same as Fan Li's shadow.

The energies of the two collided together, and after a huge explosion, Fan Li's shadow dissipated along with the thunderclouds.

"Whew~" Bai Ye gasped heavily and sat down on the ground. The rain was getting lighter, and Bai Ye almost passed out, and he was holding on to his injuries, and his body was as uncomfortable as if he had fallen apart.

He sat cross-legged in the clearing, his hands sealed, recovering from his injuries. There are quite a few remnants of thunder, in the corners of his body, that continue to destroy his body, and he needs to deal with them.

Reincarnated as a human being, he did not intend to re-follow the path of Mo Cheng.

In his body, the remaining two drops of source blood disappeared again, and the injuries in his body were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the structure of his body was also undergoing unpredictable changes.

In other words, the moment Bai Ye absorbed that drop of source blood, he was a humanoid demon beast. Black and white blood flowed, transforming his body.

When he saw the burning love on the side, he was silent again, and the weapon was Mo Yexue. He looked at his own reflection in the water, the double pupils. She said that she would wait for him in reincarnation.

Because, their wedding ceremony is not perfect.

He wants to become stronger, a saint, he can survive thousands of catastrophes without being destroyed, and a person of that level will definitely be able to help him save Mo Yexue, but in this era, let alone a saint, he can't even find an ant in the ascending period.

Becoming stronger is the only way out for him. He also has a drop of source blood, plus the inheritance of killing the emperor, which is all his hole cards. He wants to make a comeback in this world.

The wind and rain stopped, and the white night was still in deep meditation, and the burning feelings shook and turned into a woman. She was wearing a red dress, which was the wedding dress of the previous era, with long hair and waist-length hair, and a face that was full of the world, it was Mo Yexue.

But at this time, there was no trace of brilliance in her eyes, and some were just blank. Bai Ye only felt a burning pain in his back, and when he opened his eyes, he was instantly stupid.

"Ink. Mo Yexue in front of her spit out a word, and she raised her hand with difficulty and stroked Bai Ye's cheek. "Ink、、Don't cry。 Bai Ye hugged her body without the slightest temperature, he was completely silent, and two lines of tears couldn't stop flowing from his face.

Facing Mo Yexue, who is like the walking dead, is more uncomfortable than killing him.

"I'll definitely let you come back for real, definitely!"

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