After the white bones on the holy ladder disappeared, white figures emerged one after another.

I saw that those white figures had endless evil expressions on their faces, and their cold eyes revealed a bit of unconcealable killing intent.

"The prey has already arrived, and there are a few good prey." A white man said faintly.

"I smell the smell of the meat, and the crunch of the bones."

A white figure spat out its long, scarlet tongue and said evilly.

"Lao Jiu, do you think this group of prey can extract a few holy bones?" A white figure asked a dark-eyed white figure.

The deep-eyed figure looked coldly at the entrance of the black hole, he didn't speak, his gaze became solemn.

"After so many years, fourteen prey have entered at once, and there seems to be a living dead in the ice coffin, such a formation is very strange."

The tone of the white shadow man called Lao Jiu was a little solemn and worried.

"Yes, after all these years, how long has it been since we tasted the delicious flesh of a human being, is it easy for us to incarnate into this bone step?"

Another white figure let out a mad cry, and he acted in a frenzied manner.

"Holy Road, Holy Road, how many heroes have been annihilated here, we used to be the proud sons of heaven who dictated the divine realm, and in the end, we turned into a lot of white bones and became the steps of this holy ladder. We're not having a good time, and neither are the other practitioners."

A burly white shadow man said fiercely.

"This group of cultivators is not simple, have you noticed that their cultivation does not seem to have reached the realm of divine quality, especially the young man in cloth,

He hasn't even reached the realm of immortals, and he is still in the realm of mortals."

"And that little fat man in Tsing Yi, I can't sense his cultivation at all. He's just an ordinary mortal, don't you think it's weird?" Lao Jiu reminded the white figures again.

"Maybe after so many years, the level of cultivation outside has decreased. I don't think any of us were the proud sons of heaven back then, and in the end, we didn't become this holy ladder, and we became the stepping steps of one cultivator after another."

A white figure had a hideous expression on his face, and then said unwillingly.

"Yes, I think that none of us was the overlord of the Divine Realm back then, there were demonic geniuses with the posture of the Great Emperor between us, and there were peerless male lords who soared into the sky, who of us did not dominate an era in the Divine Realm."

"Who knew that after stepping on this holy path, we would become garbage on the holy path, not even garbage. At most, we are just stepping stones, and every practitioner who embarks on the holy path has stepped on us, and we are neither satisfied nor reconciled."

A white figure said angrily.

"Lao Ba is right, we used to be the powerhouses of an era, who didn't call for wind and rain in the age of gods. But after stepping on this holy path, we ended up like this, and if it weren't for the Holy Shadow Division to resurrect us, we would have been completely integrated with this holy ladder."

Another white figure couldn't help but sigh.

"Yes, we should be most grateful for the Holy Shadow Division, without the Holy Shadow Division, we would not have been resurrected, although we are only left with a body of white bones, but those

Practitioners who embark on the holy path have physical bodies, and we will take away their physical bodies."

Another white figure said loudly with teeth and claws.

Each white-clothed figure was left with only a white bone, like that white color in this space.

They have no flesh and no soul, their appearance is only a transformation, and they roar with the strongest anger and the most awe-inspiring killing intent.

"Shall we go and see those fourteen cultivators to survive the Holy Tribulation, it's been a long time since I've smelled such a delicious aroma of meat."

A hoarse voice came out of a white skeleton figure, which could barely contain its excitement.

"Listen to Lao Jiu, we've been waiting here for so long, and we're not in a hurry."

A white bone figure persuaded the crazy white bone figure.

"There is also a thunderstorm in the Holy Tribulation, if you can withstand the thunder tribulation, go ahead, anyway, we have time."

Lao Jiu looked at the crazy white bone figure like an idiot, and then said faintly.

"I think that Lao Tzu was planted in that holy tribulation, and Lao Tzu also dictated the divine powerhouse of an era, who knows that in the end it was still planted in the holy tribulation, think about the thunder tribulation, Lao Tzu is still stunned."

A skeletal figure let out a heart-pounding sound.

"Lao Jiu, you never said where you were planted, can you tell me where you are planted?"

A white bone figure asked curiously to the deep-eyed white bone figure.

"I'm just an ordinary Divine Rank Realm cultivator, not like you who are the pride of heaven who dictates an era. I was planted at the critical moment of the condensation of the holy bones, because I was attacked by a sneak attack, completely

Failed. In the end, I almost died, and if it weren't for the Shadow teaching me the supreme secret method, I might not be able to meet you."

The deep-eyed white bone figure replied faintly, his eyes full of remembrance.

There was unwillingness and anger on his face, and he finally fell silent.

He is not a strong man who is willing to be tricked by fate, and the friend who suddenly attacked him has condensed his holy bone and has successfully entered the sainthood.

However, he could only turn into a white bone and become a step for a cultivator to step on this holy path.

Therefore, he is generally relatively reticent, he is scheming, and he has also planned several attacks to kill cultivators who have embarked on the Holy Path.

Therefore, he has a certain prestige among this group of white bone figures, and each white bone figure has its own title, which is called by numbers.

Lao Jiu is not his real name, and he doesn't care.

He thought that one day he would regain his name, and one day he would always break through the shackles of the Holy Road, and he would find the friend who had attacked him.

"I can't imagine that Lao Jiu still has such an encounter, alas, why hasn't this damn holy road been destroyed."

There was a white skeleton figure who let out an unwilling roar, they had been trapped here for countless years, I don't know if it was ten thousand years or hundreds of thousands of years.

Before Ding Xiaoyi had time to look at his own sea of life, he followed everyone into the black hole.

As soon as you enter the black hole, the surrounding environment changes again.

He was in the middle of a bustling city.

Looking at this lively city gave him a sense of familiarity.

When he saw a carriage passing by him, his heart trembled inexplicably.

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The merchant's carriage, he saw a gentle lady descending from the carriage.

That gentle woman was none other than Shang Rongrong.

Ding Xiaoyi's heart suddenly felt a tingling pain, and he felt that his heart was like a needle prick.

Could it be that this is his inner demon, Shang Rongrong is his inner demon.

He couldn't believe that the relationship between him and Shang Rongrong had already disappeared with that sigh.

But he saw Shang Rongrong's figure again, which made him puzzled.

He saw Shang Rongrong walking away from a quaint mansion, and that mansion was a merchant.

The carriage leaned in front of the gate of the merchant mansion, and Ding Xiaoyi walked through the lively street to the carriage.

The driver of the carriage was still the loyal Shang Ping'an, and he came to the loyal old man, and the horseman Shang Ping'an was also looking at him.

"Who are you looking for, little brother?" Shang Ping'an asked Ding Xiaoyi.

Ding Xiaoyi looked at Shang Ping'an, who was full of wrinkles, and there was an indescribable sourness in his heart, he looked at Shang Ping'an but couldn't say a word.

"Little brother", Shang Ping'an waved his hand to Ding Xiaoyi again.

"Little brother, are you in trouble, there are some broken silver here, if you don't abandon it, you can take it."

Shang Ping'an grabbed a few ingots of broken silver in his hand, and he said to Ding Xiaoyi again.

Ding Xiaoyi's heart was sour, Shang Ping'an was still so old-fashioned.

He did not take the broken silver in Shang Ping'an's hand, but looked at the old man with a face full of vicissitudes with shame.

"Little brother, do you think there is too little broken silver, it's just that there is only so little broken silver here, and my young lady will come out later."

Come, she may give you some silver taels."

Shang Ping'an saw that Ding Xiaoyi did not take the broken silver, and he said to Ding Xiaoyi again.

At the same time, a look of pride appeared on his face.

When he talked about his young lady, that heartfelt sense of pride came spontaneously.

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