The majestic city of white bones calmly hung high above the clear sky, and in the sound of the rushing blood river, the war song of the distant sky sounded again, this voice, like a low groan, like a shallow singing, like crying, like a roar.

Countless monks raised their heads, silently waiting for the huge white bone portal to open. Thousands of five-colored glows are swirling, giving people a sense of peace and calm. Countless white clouds appeared, and in the eyes of all the people, the portal finally opened a little gap.

"Brother Hyunya, should we go and have a look. The fiery red girl's silver bell-like voice sounded, and there was a slight look of anticipation in her eyes. Because a crack had opened in the portal, there were already countless monks in the air, rushing towards the portal with their own retreats.

"No, it's not the time yet. Bai Ye smiled slightly, for the demon clan, he chose to treat each other calmly. At this moment, Bai Ye had already restrained his killing temperament when he was fighting, and now his smile gave people a feeling like a breeze.

"Why, what does Your Excellency know?" the young man with tiger stripes spoke, his tiger eyes full of fighting spirit. Because of his own bloodline, he was naturally warlike, and when he saw this white-haired young man at this moment, the bloodline in his body had a faint feeling of boiling.

"Just look at it. Bai Ye's face was calm, he raised his hand and calmly pointed to the sky.

I saw that the monks who rushed to the white bone portal on the edge of the sky had all stopped at this moment, just because the forerunners before them had been swallowed up by the mighty river of blood, leaving no trace between heaven and earth.

They fell back to the ground, waiting for the city to open once more.

"Huzi, don't be rude, this little brother should be the old man of my demon clan. Hyun Ya spoke, he waved his hand at the tiger-striped young man, he was already convinced in his heart that the white-haired young man in front of him was indeed the old man of his demon clan, and it might even be a member of his demon clan.

His bloodline has five points of Xuanwu blood, but when he faced this white-haired young man, he found that the breath on his body deeply suppressed his own bloodline, and he had an intuitive feeling that his bloodline was many levels behind this young man, and that was the feeling when facing the superior.

It is the most outstanding person of the younger generation of this generation of demon clans, and he is pinned on high hopes by the elders of the clan, and this trip to the Beifeng frontier is to find the legendary source blood and help him and these peers return to their ancestors.

"Yes, Brother Hyunya, I see. ”

The tiger-striped boy scratched his head, he was still too innocent after all. The demon clan has not been born for hundreds of thousands of years, and it is no wonder that these juniors have come to the outside world for the first time when they go out this time.

"Hmm. Hyun Ya nodded slightly, he looked at the white-haired young man sitting on the granite, but saw the young man standing up from the boulder, his figure flashed, and came to the tiger-striped young man's side.

"Fulfill your wishes. The black and white demonic power rose up, and the battle intent that soared into the sky flickered in the heart of the confessional night, and ignited from his eyes. His blood was boiling, and the power of the demon god Fan Li, at this moment, was only revealed to this young man with tiger stripes.

The tiger eyes of the tiger-striped young man had the same fighting intent, but when he wanted to make a move, he found that his body did not obey the call at all, no matter how strong his fighting spirit was, his demonic power was still as silent as water.

"It's ......... What's going on?"

The tiger-striped young man was shocked, his strength was actually completely suppressed! At this moment, this feeling of déjà vu, what he felt was that it was not the white-haired young man who was fighting in front of him, but the god-like figure of his clan, Bi Fang.

The sensation lasted only for a moment, and after a moment, he found himself able to move again.

"Remember, look at the outside world, the strong are respected, and the law of survival has always been the law of survival. "The figure of Bai Ye, I don't know when, appeared by Hyunya's side again.

"Hyunya, go back and tell Bi Fang, the demon clan, you can't be silent anymore. Bai Ye patted the young man with the same hair color as him, and then disappeared from the sight of the demon cultivators.

"Leave your name. ”

Hyuna yelled at the boulder.

"Mo Cheng. Along with the name, there was also a golden thunder that appeared in the sky. As everyone knows, in the rumbling of thunder, this white-haired young man who has only one side with them has already carved an indelible shadow in their hearts.

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"Little junior brother, what do you think, don't leave quickly. The melodious voice of the frost dew sounded in the ears of the white night. In the distance, Bai Ye, who was looking back at the demon clan cultivators, turned his head, he looked at the four stunning beauties dressed in black in front of him, and then accelerated his pace, and a few dodged to catch up with the footsteps of the four women.

Beiming Qiantong turned her head slightly, she looked at the white-haired young man in front of her, although his figure was thin, and even looked a little weak, but his calm and decisiveness, his personality and behavior, but she was deeply attracted to him.

She was looking forward to seeing what kind of peerless face the woman in red could make her three junior sisters who were like sisters full of praise, and make this young man who had not met for a long time but gave her a feeling of a younger brother so desperate.

Walking on the road near the air portal, the white night is still immersed in his own world. His former name, now, how many people can remember? Bai Ye smiled, just like that, such a suggestion can be regarded as a shallow return of the cause and effect of the demon clan.

"Senior sister, what is that?" The five of them stopped together, and what they saw was countless gray ghosts appearing, and they all fluttered together, heading towards the river of blood on the edge of the sky. They emerge from the cracked earth, they fly out of the black sea, they rise from countless dry bones.

In Bai Ye's eyes, they looked indifferent, their eyes were empty, the six gods had no owner, like a dead corpse, a walking corpse, only knowing that they were floating towards the river of blood on the edge of the sky, and a complex emotion surged in his heart.

This feeling is like the first time he saw Mo Yexue when he woke up in his last life, the despair, the pain that tore his soul apart, hit his heart. Although the scene in front of him was not as shocking as it was at the beginning, it also deeply affected his emotions.

"Why ......" Xue Chan muttered to herself, she raised her jade hand and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. She didn't know why she was crying, she could only feel a complex sense of pain at this moment, vicissitudes, and the origin of the Tao ............ Obsession.

A mixture of emotions permeated the hearts of all the monks, a feeling they had never encountered since they had stepped into the path of cultivation.

"The deceased is gone, now and in the past ten years. A sigh sounded in the hearts of all the cultivators, low and sad. Gray ghosts, they were heavily armoured, riding gray war horses under their crotches, and they held rotten war spears in their hands.

The spear was rusty, the horse was burning, and the ghost was solidifying. They emerged from the sky, in groups, but they were strict and orderly, from tens of hundreds to tens of thousands of hundreds of thousands to millions of heroes, but it was only ten breaths of time.

"Everyone, defend. ”

This was the first response from almost all the leaders of the various forces, and they were full of true essence and responded almost immediately. I saw the army of millions of gray ghosts galloping on horseback.

But they miscalculated, and the army of millions raised their horses' hooves, waved their spears, and rushed into the rushing river of blood without wind or breath, riding the melodious war song of the distant heavens.

"We are here to guard and swear to protect our lord's eternal sleep. ”

"My generation was born in a great famine, and we should die in battle for it. ”

"Protect the mausoleum in the wilderness, protect the peace of the lord in life, and protect the peace of the lord in death. ”

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The words, loud and loud, constantly echoed in Bai Ye's mind, which was Bai Ye's memory. He looked at the outfits of these ghosts in front of him, which were the same as those of the Heavy Desolation Guardian Rider he had encountered, and when he first came here, he had encountered the mysterious White Bone Temple, and had fought with those ghosts.

Now they are running into the mighty river of blood, and no one knows where they are going. They were like a torrent, rushing and stirring, turning back and forth, rushing into the river of blood in the midst of the overwhelming earth, like soldiers who died generously.

"This is, the heavy wilderness...... The Ordeal of the City of Corpses. "Before the Black Ocean, there was a group of scholars, all of whom had an elegant atmosphere, and they were quite literati in their conversations. But such a group of literati were powerful monks, and each of them had reached the cultivation level above the Yuan Infant Stage.

They are from Baishulou, if you are well-informed, now the entire Beifeng frontier, in addition to the fat man Shenzhu Bu Liugu, the most effective is them, it is rumored that the people of Baishulou are all books into the Tao, and the way of cultivation is mysterious.

"Blood-stained famine, Dragon City is still the same. The low voice sounded again, and above the ground, countless monks raised their heads and looked at the river of blood in the sky, as well as the white bone portal that had opened a gap.

Countless gray ghosts, turning into gray torrents, rushed out of the river of blood, and they swung the rotten bronze war spears in their hands, which slammed into the white bone portal in the blink of an eye, but were blocked by layers of light curtains.

After a few breaths, the sound of the war song in the distant sky became louder and louder, and under the impact of countless ghosts, although the blood river had destroyed many ghosts, it was still gradually dissipating, and it was gradually broken by these ghosts.

Under the gaze of the group cultivators, countless gray iron horses, like a gray canopy, slowly moved towards the white bone portal.

Behind that portal, what is there that can be worth the lives of these souls? The white night groaned, others didn't know why these dead souls were like this, but he could vaguely guess something.

Finally, under the silent impact, the white bone portal was completely smashed open. Countless monks rose into the air, and they once again launched an attack on the corpse city.

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