It is always much more difficult to open up a wasteland than to follow a strategy to play a dungeon.

Han Baiyi is now facing such a situation.

Because he didn't know the details of the Immortal Peak Master and the Sakura Dragon, every time he changed the timeline, it meant a new challenge for him.

Like the last time it was wiped out by a dragon that suddenly appeared, it was a regular thing.

After a long time of reincarnation, Han Baiyi naturally summed up the abilities of the Venerable Master of Xianfeng and the Cherry Dragon.

Han Baiyi squatted in front of the small table in the Yuzi's room, writing and drawing on a piece of silk with a thin brush.

"Well, that knife is called the Soul Knife, it took the Master of Xianfeng more than three hundred years to build, plus a piece of everlasting cherry wood, and it can only be made after absorbing the power of Long Yin and enough vitality."

"The possession and maple are the dragon soul, after the dragon soul is swallowed by the dragon body, it will become a candle dragon, close the left eye of the cycle of life and death, close the right eye of time and space reversal, it seems that there is no melee attack ability, the body is the soul body."

Han Baiyi scribbled and altered on the silk silk, and a large white silk scarf with a foot length was painted all black stains under his hands.

Looking at the handwriting, it is clear that some places have been modified more than once or twice.

It's all a valuable experience that has been exchanged for life.

Just the name of the candle dragon, Han Baiyi died more than a dozen times without asking, and finally when he was in a daze after death, he suddenly remembered that when the young master's bell was broken, his memory was erased by the cherry dragon once, and then he remembered the name of the candle dragon in the prompt at that time.

After repeating the death process back and forth dozens of times, Han Baiyi also understood that if he wanted to kill Sakura Dragon, he had to find an opportunity.

Writing and drawing on silk, so much for a long time, is to design all kinds of situations.

Of course, these situations are not blind thoughts, but the results of Han Baiyi's trial and error again and again with his own personal experience.

Only in this way can Han Baiyi push forward the plan.

However, so far in the experiment, Han Baiyi has only extrapolated the plan to the dragon soul and the black dragon.

Because he found that when he attacked the boss and hit a certain progress, the same situation would have many different results.

The randomness is very strong, and Han Baiyi doesn't know how so many different options appeared, so he can only test all the options with death again and again.

And after the experiment, Han Baiyi found that in this strategy process, his only teammate Feng actually played a big role, but he needed to discover it.

At the end of the plan, feeling that the time should be almost up, Han Baiyi silently put down the brush, turned over and got out of the window skillfully, and walked in the direction of the ghost Buddha.

It's time.

The ghost fire gathered and flickered, and in the roar, Han Baiyi disappeared suddenly. Flash Dance

When he appeared again, Han Baiyi walked out of the giant stone of Xianxiang, and he was so clearly in front of the Venerable Master of Xianfeng.

Dead fish eyes, melon seed face, expressionless appearance.

This time, I didn't even bother to pull out the knife.

As the first step in clearing the level, in hundreds of battles, he fought with the Venerable Master of Xianfeng countless times, and he was about to vomit.

"Young man, I'm really a little timid."

Seeing Han Baiyi blocking in front of Feng, the Venerable Immortal Peak was stunned at first, he didn't expect him to come so quickly, and then he regained his kind expression.

"It's coming so fast, it should be Cha"

"yes, I know everything."

Han Baiyi answered silently,

"Everything you do is to kill the real Sakura Dragon and achieve your own immortality, and the knife handed over to the fake Miko took more than three hundred years to make, and it needs the blood of the dragon."

Han Baiyi was like reciting the lines, babbling in front of the old monk with a stick to read the pronunciation, his voice was like a robot, and he had no emotion at all.

Anyone who repeats a sentence dozens or hundreds of times will get tired of reading it.

Han Baiyi's patience has not been too good.

However, the Venerable Master of Immortal Peak in front of him was not like this, and he could barely maintain his kind expression at first.

But as Han Baiyi's words continued, the originally kind expression distorted year by year, from kind to nuclear good.

In the end, the Venerable Master of Immortal Peak was completely annoyed and angry, and shouted angrily.

"Enough"

The Venerable Master of Xianfeng was panting heavily, while Han Baiyi continued expressionlessly

"In order to learn the true identity of this dragon, after all kinds of investigations, you finally got the secret of the Western turmoil eight hundred years ago, and learned the true name of the dragon."

The Venerable Immortal Peak's eyes widened, this was a top-secret thing he had never told the people.

Han Baiyi's tone was cold, and the last two words fell.

"Candle Dragon."

If you look closely, you can find that although Han Baiyi's tone is cold and emotionless, his ears and legs are always tense, listening to the movement behind him, and his hands are on the handle of the tear worship knife on the side.

The Venerable Master of Xianfeng thought that it was a move to guard against himself, but he didn't want to, and after Han Baiyi said the word Candle Dragon, his figure suddenly turned to the left.

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The blood-colored soul knife stabbed straight in, piercing through the air beside him, making a piercing sound.

The Venerable Master of Xianfeng was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes lit up.

Dragon Soul

However, Han Baiyi had an expression of no surprise.

In countless reincarnations, he had already figured out the time when the dragon soul descended into Feng's body, and even the time when he used the power of the dragon yin to condense into a soul knife was calculated, and it was easy for him to dodge this knife.

At the moment when Han Baiyi dodged this knife, the Venerable Master of Xianfeng stepped forward, intending to give him a big-eared scraper, so that he could understand the strength of the eight-hundred-year-old Xianfeng handle.

But he didn't want to, but he saw Han Baiyi staring at the pair of dead fish eyes and stretching out his hand.

Between stills

A ball of light that turned into black and white suddenly enveloped Han Baiyi and Feng.

It was just such a momentary delay, and the Venerable Master of Immortal Peak slammed into the barrier between the stills.

It was obviously light and thin, but when he hit his head, the Venerable Master Xianfeng saw that his left hand and shoulder turned into powder in an instant, and he felt no pain, and the powder on his body was scattered in the air like dust.

The Venerable Master of Immortal Peak was stunned for a moment.

"What a wonderful way to do this"

Han Baiyi didn't have time to explain to the old man, silently opening and maintaining this state between stillness.

In the black and white world between the still, Han Baiyi and Feng looked at each other, and their swords were also facing each other.

Kaede still maintained the whitening state of his eyes, and his long hair was scattered and frozen in midair.

The light on the soul knife seemed to be obliterated by the black and white world, dim and black-white, only the blood-colored lines in it still shone, in the black and white world, bright as light.

That's right, this is the method that geniuses such as Han Baiyi painstakingly racked Naizi to come up with.

Catch the dragon soul first and force it out, and stab it with a damn knife

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