And Yun Wuxin of the Xuanxi Holy Land is the seal of his hands, and a series of mysterious magic circles appear in front of him, they are spinning, spitting out the aura between heaven and earth, and resonating with each other.

These circles are slowly spreading out like a large net that catches everything, trying to find the small wooden boat shuttling through the wind and rain.

Each elder is using their own unique method, and their power is quietly converging, like a raging wave under the undercurrent, brewing earth-shattering spells one after another.

This is their effort to stabilize the three-life realm and let the world know that the majesty of the Holy Land is inviolable.

The edge of the Dead Sea is recognized as a forbidden place in the Three Lives Realm, and the continuous black waves surround this sea full of death like a ghost crying in the night.

Here, even the elders of the Holy Land did not dare to set foot lightly.

And in such a place, Yebai's figure suddenly appeared, and his appearance was like a beam of light that pierced through chaos.

Yebai stood on the edge of the Dead Sea, the hurricane behind him fierce enough to tear everything apart, and even the divine consciousness formed by the spiritual power poured into the Holy Land elders was ruthlessly torn apart in this hurricane.

In the air, the lines of divine consciousness as fine as a hair pierced into the depths of the elders' souls like shards of glass, causing them to suffer heavy injuries.

Far away from the Dead Sea, a group of Holy Land Elders and their own disciples could only be shocked and powerless when they witnessed this scene.

The Supreme Elder Jin Buchang of the Jinyang Holy Land, Yun Wuxin of the Xuanxi Holy Land, and the Jinghai Cihang of the Qingfeng Holy Land, they all felt unprecedented shock and fear for a while.

At this moment, they realized that Yebai was no longer the young man who could be tricked at will, but had grown into an existence that could challenge their majesty.

Jin Buchang's divine consciousness collapsed first, because his divine consciousness seemed to be the sharpest, but it was like a fragile piece of paper in the hurricane of the Dead Sea.

He clutched his chest, blood spilling from his lips, and his face was as pale as paper.

Yun Wuxin closed his eyes tightly, his expression revealing a hint of disbelief, and Jinghai Cihang's anger and surprise were intertwined, making him look extremely embarrassed.

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The edge of the Dead Sea, as dead as ever.

Next to Yebai stood Pan Ling'er, the girl had a face that seemed to be finely carved, beautiful and refined, as if she did not eat the fireworks of the world.

She is an orphan that Yebai met in Changqing County, and was once corrupted by demonic energy, and now, Yebai has purified this power for her with her own power, allowing her to regain her life.

On Pan Ling'er's shoulder, a small mink curled up quietly, its hair like white mist on a snow-capped mountain, soft and clean.

This seemingly fragile little life has a sensitivity and spirituality that does not match its appearance.

Its jewel-like eyes shimmered with wisdom, as if it could discern the secrets of the world.

The landscape looms on the edge of the Dead Sea, and in the mist, Yebai directs the dilapidated wooden boat, like an old helmsman, riding the wind.

Pan Ling'er and Pan Lotian followed, and the pheasant flew above everyone's heads.

The momentum of the group contrasted sharply with the desolate scene around them, as if a vitality was born in the dead silence.

The pursuers of the Holy Land, through the misty sand, finally reached the end of the Dead Sea.

The pursuers converged on the dry shores of the Dead Sea, their eyes glowing with schadenfreude.

They paused in this boundless place of silence and silence, as if waiting for some long-awaited ending.

After all, the Death Sanctuary, which was regarded as an absolute forbidden area by the Holy Land, was only willing to unveil its mystery once in a hundred years, and now it had been closed, sealing all the ways of advance and retreat.

The monks of the major holy places were convinced that even a figure like Yebai, once they set foot in it, they would only be caught in the net and killed themselves.

But in this waiting atmosphere, Yebai's posture has brought unexpected changes.

At the end of the Dead Sea, his figure danced slightly, like a crane dancing on the white sand, and his unearthly temperament made people dare not look directly.

There is no music in his dance, no noise from onlookers, only the slight resonance between heaven and earth, as if playing an elegy that belongs only to him.

Every step of Yebai's movement merges with the rhythm between heaven and earth, and every turn and wave of his hand attracts fluctuations in space, as if he breathes and lives with this world.

And the monks of the Holy Land, who had been waiting to watch the fall of the night, gradually turned from contempt to shock, and their faces began to show disbelief.

Suddenly, a fierce light erupted from the center of the dancing white sky, and the heavens and the earth trembled, and the fog of the Dead Sea was violently blown away, and an invisible wave swept through the Eight Desolations.

Those who touched this fluctuation felt a powerful attraction, it was the power of the Night White Soul Dance that shook not only the Dead Sea, but also the deepest fear in the hearts of the pursuers.

Their faces turned from red to white, from contempt to panic, and what they thought was a dramatic ending was now less certain.

And Yebai, the man who challenged the dignity of the Holy Land and the rules of the world, his divine soul dance not only did not dissipate, but became more and more intense, with the acceleration of his movements, the surrounding space began to distort, and strong energy ripples spread in the void.

Just when everyone thought that Yebai was about to reach the extreme of his dance, he suddenly stopped moving.

The world returned to silence, but after a moment of silence, a deafening loud bang exploded over the Dead Sea, and a crack appeared on the closed portal of the Sanctuary of Death, and the light flowed, swallowing unknown power.

The pursuers were all shocked, what a power this was, it could tear through the portal of the Death Sanctuary!

At this moment, Yebai seemed to have become the key to unlocking the Sanctuary of Death, and his existence had transcended and become a miracle of this world.

And in Yebai's eyes, there is only the unfathomable world behind the portal, where his past, his future, and his immortal legend are hidden......

On the shores of the Dead Sea, the small portal torn by the white of the night trembled like the brightest stars in the starry sky.

Its light is not dazzling, but it has the power to penetrate the soul, gently stirring the deep shock in everyone's heart.

Yebai's calm eyes seemed to reflect the unknown scene in the depths of the passage, which made every monk present have an inexplicable yearning.

Many of the pursuers present had entered the mysterious Death Sanctuary, and although they had experienced countless hardships and trials of life and death, the scenes in those memories were still unforgettable.

Now, this portal, opened by Yebai's own hands, seems to tell them that all this is not irreproducible.