When Yebei heard this, the corners of his slightly raised mouth couldn't help but show a sneer.

With a palm of the void, he put the spirit fruit in Ye Xuan's palm into the Qiankun bag, and slowly stood up.

When he got up, the faintly hidden fierce aura in Yebei's body completely exploded!

The oppressive aura swept through the manor in an instant.

Compared with the previous 'imperceptible' atmosphere, it is obviously full of incomparable domineering.

For a while, everyone of the Night Clan actually had the intention of kneeling on the ground.

It's instinctive fear in the face of the strong.

Dressed in white, hunting and dancing in the wind, stepping into the air.

The space beneath your feet ripples like the surface of the water, gradually spreading.

Such a scene made Ye Yunyi cry out in horror:

"W-Is this ......?"

"The power of the realm?!"

Yebei has mastered the power of the law, and he already knows this, this is the dividing line that distinguishes the strength of martial artists.

And the difference between the high and low power of the law is bounded by the word realm.

This is also a sign to measure whether a martial artist has reached the realm of robbery.

He has been trapped for thousands of years, staying in the realm of the Spirit Emperor, and has not touched the gate of life, so he cannot master the power of the realm.

Talent is a matter of course, and there is always a time when you reach your limits.

Even if he has heaven and earth treasures, it is useless, so he pinned all his hopes on Ye Xuan.

Yebei's talent is undoubted, but he has obviously exhausted his own bloodline, like a waster, why can he still be so powerful?

At this moment, the waves at the feet of Yebei are still spreading.

The dantian in his body contracted suddenly, compressing his true qi to a point of almost substantial terror, and then expanding, conveying the desire for a powerful force to make up for it.

Yebei stepped into the air, stretched out his arms, and the surging ripples suddenly lit up with a ray of light, thousands of ravines, frantically absorbing the power between heaven and earth.

Wisps of breath poured madly into Yebei's body, converging into the dantian.

Yebei closed his eyes slightly, and those who came did not refuse.

Thousands of breaths converged, the wind howled, but in the manor, there was a deathly silence.

Everyone froze in place, their round eyes full of horror.

In this spiritual land, anyone knows that a martial artist who has not opened the spiritual aperture will not be able to absorb the aura of this vast heaven and earth at all.

This is common sense, and everyone knows it!

But at this moment, Yebei has the body of a martial arts dantian, but it is the qi charm that can only be refined by people who can absorb martial arts, and it is still so crazy.

If others absorb it like this, his body can't bear it at all and bursts, but he is like a bottomless pit, and he doesn't seem to be able to fill it at all.

Everyone in the Night Clan was shocked on the spot, and they didn't know why, including the second-generation leader Night Howling Wind.

But Ye Yunyi knew why this was.

If the body of a warrior wants to absorb the aura in the spiritual land, there is only one point.

That is to break through the way of heaven and step into Hongmeng!

That's all there is to it!

He was in the north of the night, and he actually broke the word "Heavenly Dao"!

And it was done on the premise of dissipating the power of its own blood.

How could he know that this step was forged by him.

If Yebei doesn't disperse his own bloodline and absorb the Tribulation of the Three Lives Pupil, he won't break through.

Throughout the ages, who would take the initiative to scatter their blood?

Who has tried to absorb the power of the Tribulation?

And it's the catastrophe of the three-life pupil!

The power of the catastrophe, to be able to carry it alive is already a success, who dares to die to absorb it?

But at that time, Yebei had no choice at all, and only in this way could Xi'er be safe.

Therefore, Yebei can get to this point today, because he used his life to fight little by little.

Whether it is a martial artist or a martial artist, he is not trapped by all kinds of things in the world, and he is dedicated to improving his own strength, and he can improve quickly without worry.

but

It's just these mundane trivial things, like chains, that spur Yebei all day long and create today's Yebei King.

In his heart, there is only the word 'guard'!

Protect your beloved, protect your family, protect your children in the palace, and protect this peaceful and prosperous world.

Yebei clearly knows that without strength, what to guard?

Death is the easiest and easiest thing to do.

Being alive is precisely the hardest thing in this world.

now

Yebei broke through the way of heaven and stepped into the realm of Hongmeng.

The crazy absorption of the charm makes the field space under your feet continue to expand.

In this realm, Yebei is the absolute master.

It was only in the next moment that the spreading field rapidly weakened until it stopped.

Rumble!

A thunderclap suddenly exploded in the starry sky, directly shattering the realm that Yebei had cast.

Only then did everyone wake up from a dream and wake up from a chaotic space.

Under the cover of night, there were rolling clouds.

Hongmeng Tribulation is about to appear!

Tribulation Cloud, hovering three thousand meters above the Night Clan's Manor, is only a hundred meters in scope, compared to the previous Heavenly Tribulation, it is simply 'shabby'.

However, no one dares to underestimate it.

A suffocating aura of terror enveloped him, not to mention the Night Clan, even the Night Howling Wind was faintly unable to stand.

I couldn't help but urge the power of the martial arts in the spiritual aperture, and I barely stood upright.

The clouds rolled and shifted, and in the light of the night, it seemed to be a blurry figure.

In an instant, the clouds erupted.

The thunder that fell from the sky turned out to be purple!

The purple sky thunder, like a peerless spear, accompanied by a deafening roar, pierced the sky and fell violently.

Suddenly, everyone was panicked and retreated.

They can all feel the horror of this catastrophe, not to mention the slightest contamination, even if it touches a little aftermath power, it will definitely be wiped out, and there will be no bones left.

The blazing sword rose in response to the sound, pointing straight to the sky.

Swish!

With a slash, the purple heavenly thunder was split in two and passed by.

The moment it landed, the entire manor was shaken.

The intense heat directly distorted the space to the point of collapse, and seemed to be able to annihilate everything.

The screams suddenly resounded throughout the manor.

Under the aftermath, no one could resist it, and they were not even given a chance to escape.

One by one, their bodies were surrounded by purple flames, and a short scream was the last bit of their breath left in this world.

Just one catastrophe turned the Night Clan Manor into a sea of fire purgatory.

"Night North!"

Ye Yunyi watched one by one of his clansmen die in the sea of fire, but he couldn't do anything, and his eyes suddenly split.

This blow, he Yebei seems to be resisting, but in fact, it is more like doing it on purpose.

"Even if you scatter your bloodline, you can't get rid of the identity of a descendant of the Night Clan, you are slaughtering your own people!"

Not to mention the realm of Hongmeng, even if it is the way of heaven, it is not something that he can resist Ye Yunyi.

Yebei wants to kill on a large scale, and no one can stop him.

However, the word "same race" made him unbelievable that he could really do it in the north of the night.

"Clansmen?"

Yebei looked at the Jinrong with cold eyes.

"When you took my son's bones, did you think about the word clansman?"

Then he glanced at Ye Yunyi.

"When you first protected her, did you think about the word clansman?"

Two sentences in succession, like the voice of death, made Ye Yunyi and Yan Jinrong stunned in place, speechless.

No one said anything about this from beginning to end, but the two of them knew it.

As everyone knows, Yebei has already seen through all this.

Want to bond the King of the Night North with the word family affection?

This move is useless.

What Yebei cares about is not blood.

Lonely and defeated, Luo Feng and them, which one is connected to the bloodline of Yebei?

However, they are as close as brothers.

You can give your back to each other without hesitation.

In the face of absolute interests, the people who hurt you the most are often the people who are in the same lineage.

The sky dome, roaring, the second purple thunder tribulation, roared.

Yebei raised his sword.

Instead of facing the catastrophe, he slashed out sideways.

100 meters of swords, piercing the night sky.

A blow full of murderous intent, as fast as a frightening flood, like a galloping red lonely boat in the night, no one can stop it!

The shadow of the knife tore through the space and annihilated everything in an instant.

Streams of blood, thrown in the air, were instantly incinerated into a blood mist and scattered with the wind.

The ancestor of the Night Clan, as well as the second-generation leader Night Howling Wind, and Na Yan Jinrong, died on the spot.