"Who is the master of the ups and downs in the world?"

This voice, as if it had spanned thousands of years, sounded in Ning Yi's mind.

The top of the heavy snow tide.

A sword fell.

The rumbling sound of the snow tide collapsing flooded the ancient land.

Bai Rulai's expression was pale, he pursed his lips, screamed, spread his arms, and was alone, fighting against this reckless and endless huge snow tide, and the heavy snow in the entire land of death was swept up by this sword.

The thin and thin figure of the "Little White Emperor" was instantly covered by the heavy snow, submerged, like a reed grass that grew hard, stepping on the ground, in front of him was a rolling white snow tide, and above his head was a brilliant sword that split the dome.

At this moment.

Bai Rulai finally knew that he had underestimated Ning Yi.

In the Great Sui world, there are not only cultivating geniuses like Luo Changsheng, Cao Ran, and Ye Hongfu.

and Ning Yi.

This is an opponent who deserves to be treated with a twelve-point spirit.

There is no room for underestimation.

Little White Emperor's expression became solemn, and a scorching light lit up in the center of his eyebrows.

This method has also been used by Bai Zaoxiu.

But at this moment, the breath on Bai Rulai's body is much stronger than the former, and on the body of this "Little White Emperor", the fighting blood of the Golden-winged Dapeng Bird gradually awakens.

Bai Rulai rested earlier than Bai, and he was much stronger...... He is a peerless genius who is hard to find in the Eastern Demon Domain for thousands of years, and he is a young emperor who will take over his father's position in the future.

Born to be king.

The golden killing intent, boiling in the snow tide, the golden-winged Dapeng bird's "killing word decision" slowly read out from Bai Rulai's mouth, one after another "swastika" word, after the exit condensed into shape, turned into one after another big seal, such as the ancient bell, such as the copper tripod, rising against the storm, located in the snow, guarding the four sides of the world, countless sword qi and heavy snow hit the "swastika" word bell ding, making a dull thick sound, clanging sword qi shattered, finally helpless this golden-winged Dapeng clan's secret art.

Stepping on the heavy snow tide, Ning Yi, who was constantly lowering his altitude, still looked calm.

He stretched out a palm, palm up, facing the dome, palm back down, back to the ground, slowly turning his wrist and pressing the palm.

The little white emperor snorted, and the "killing word" in his mouth was slightly blocked, and several ancient bells shook violently, and the mountain scroll secretly merged with the avenue of heaven and earth.

Ning Yi stood at the head of the heavy snow tide, one hand maintained a palm-pressed posture, slowly standing to sitting, at this moment, the posture was like the Dharma statue that he had seen in the ancient temple of the King of Jizo Bodhisattva before, majestic and quiet, not smiling.

In his divine pool, the avenue spreads out.

It's like seeing the white-haired Taoist priest who preached carefully for himself on Luojia Mountain.

Three thousand avenues, I swim freely.

After the Destiny Star Realm was broken, Ning Yi seemed to have seen the "prototype of the Great Dao", and he was able to comprehend the meaning of Mr. Zhou You...... As long as you look and listen with your heart, you can reverse the art of all things.

It is for, "acquired tire".

Even the demon clan that doesn't cultivate starlight is no exception.

The avenue is like the blue sky, and nothing in the world can be released.

The golden-winged Dapeng clan's "Killing Words", the Qilin bloodline's "domineering technique", the fire phoenix's unparalleled "world's speed", the Vermilion Bird's "Void Flame", the Snow Dragon's "Frost and Cold", and Xuanwu's "Immortality", these artistic conceptions, bloodlines, and talents are ...... In the avenue, it can be found.

Ning Yi sat at the head of the heavy snow tide, thoughtful.

The little white emperor frowned, the ancient bell and the big tripod that were pressed on the snow, under Ning Yi's crushing palm, there were already signs of shattering, that human sword cultivator seemed to control a certain "power of heaven and earth", invisibly, it could gather wind and snow and twist the void, but at this moment...... It seems that the "suppression" has been abandoned?

Black robes flying.

Ning Yi flipped his palm again, no longer "pressing", the posture of the five fingers slightly bent, as if holding a Buddha bowl, the wind and snow in the palm of the palm gathered, and wisps of miserable white sword qi swam, hitting between the five fingers, like a "swimming fish" that had gone astray, constantly colliding and blending in the palm of the hand.

In the avenue, he saw a glimmer of golden light.

"Golden-winged Roc's 'Killing Words' ......"

Ning Yi muttered to himself.

He opened his eyes and looked at Bai Rulai in the distance.

In the palm of his hand, the wind and snow and sword qi roared, and the impact condensed into a snow-white "swastika", which suddenly swept out with his slight flick of his fingers.

Ning Yi said softly: "Go!"

The word "swastika" transformed by this sword qi is even faster than the "killing word decision" of Bai Rulai's natal true body, and the insight and true understanding in it have already secretly merged with the avenue, rising in the wind, and also turned into an ancient bell, slamming into the face of the little white emperor.

"How is it possible?"

Bai Rulai's pupils contracted, and when he saw the word "swastika", he looked stunned, and once thought that it was the "blinding technique" of the Great Sui, this secret technique has always only been circulated in the high-level of the Golden-winged Dapeng clan, and only the clansmen with strong enough bloodline can perform it.

How did this human sword cultivator come about?

Two ancient bells collide together.

Ning Yi and Bai Rulai let out a muffled snort at the same time.

"Impossible!"

The little white emperor pressed his hands against the wall of the ancient clock, was smashed to the ground with his feet off the ground, almost flew out, and stepped out of a ravine dozens of zhang long to stop the momentum.

This turned out to be true!

This human has stolen the secret art of his Golden-winged Roc Clan!

Ning Yi, who was sitting at the head of the heavy snow tide, was expressionless, beside him, countless winds and snow, and five fingers were gently dropped, as if he was picking the fruit he had planted in the long river of the Great Dao.

He is the cause of the day, and the result of the day.

At the beginning, Mr. Zhou You preached to himself on Luojia Mountain all night.

"The sword array of the Little Wuliang Mountain, the power of killing, is the strongest. ”

Ning Yi gently picked this "Dao Fruit", and in the wind and snow, countless thin and narrow flying swords condensed, combined in arrays, and with Ning Yi's snap of his fingers, they left the place in an instant.

"Go. Ning Yi snorted lightly, lowered his eyebrows, and continued to look for his second "Dao Fruit" in the long river of the Great Dao.

The flying sword transformed by wind and snow has forty-nine swords.

The Art of Dayan.

At the beginning, he followed behind Xu Zang, looked at his senior brother, and smashed the sea-covering starfish monarch to death with "smashing the sword".

The sword formation with the strongest killing power in the Little Wuliang Mountain is the "Great Yan Sword Formation".

Ning Yi's "Dayan Sword Array" laid out by himself was naturally not as good as forty-nine people, but these flying swords, all controlled by his mind, spread freely, and even better than the short-term explosion and killing power.

Forty-nine flying swords, shuttling through the heavy snow tide, struck on the ancient bell barrier of the Little White Emperor one by one.

"What kind of means is this?"

Bai Rulai's chest was dull for a while, he had fallen into complete passivity, that Terran sword cultivator completely pressed himself to fight, and after smashing out the "Killing Word Decision", that sword cultivator did not continue to use the previous killing technique.

The little white emperor continued to urge the blood veins in his body, and the blood of the golden peng with hundreds of limbs was already boiling.

The clanging sword qi shattered the shell of the ancient bell, shaking his face pale, and even gradually turning purple.

Not far in front of him, a sword tip penetrated the inner layer of the ancient bell, almost piercing the "killing word decision".

In the snow tide in the distance, the Terran sword cultivator spoke softly again.

"Go. ”

The yin and yang qi of Taiyou Mountain, condensed in the wind and snow, was gently plucked off by Ning Yi, snapped out with a snap of his fingers, turned into a long rainbow, rose from the ground, and poured on the top of Bai Rulai's head.

The ancient clock was broken layer by layer.

The little white emperor's expression was extremely ugly, his two fingers were together, in the void, the killing intent was boiling, this wisp of killing intent had been hidden for a long time, and it was swept out several miles away at this moment, and it was coming in an instant.

Ning Yi gently stretched out his hand again and took a piece of "tortoise shell" in the long river of the avenue.

The immovable technique of the turtle mountain.

The piece of tortoise shell was thrown out by Ning Yi "at will", and it was shattered in the next moment, but the wisp of killing intent that Bai Rulai had been hiding for a long time, after knocking on the piece of tortoise shell, changed its direction greatly, swept into the distance, and shattered a small snow-capped mountain.

The Little White Emperor pursed his lips.

Heavy snow tides have fallen from the dome to the surface.

In the rolling white tide, he saw one rainbow after another.

Ning Yi kept snapping his fingers and kept talking.

"Go. ”

"Go. ”

"Go. ”

Mr. Zhou You was on Luojia Mountain, and told him about the sword array of Xiaowuliang Mountain, the simplicity of Jianhu Palace, the yin and yang mysteries of Taiyou Mountain, the immobility of Guiqi Mountain, and the forbidden art of life and death in Purple Mountain...... All the avenues in this world have prototypes.

A Dao fruit.

Ning Yi opened his eyes and saw not the reckless snow of the place of death, but a mighty river.

It turned out that what the white-haired Taoist priest said was true.

There really is an "acquired tire".

And he once brought himself here...... Before the decisive battle, Mr. Zhou You said word by word, these Dao methods passed down by himself were Dao fruits planted one by one, he didn't know if they could sprout, but he chose Ning Yi.

It's a gamble.

Moreover, the bet wins.

In this world, not all "causes" can produce "effects".

And at this moment, in the world of the demon clan, cause and effect are reincarnated, blossoming and growing.

Ning Yi broke through the realm of "Life Star" and became one of the great cultivators in the world, the accumulation of hardships in the Ten Realms, and the reversal and recovery of life and death were rewarded "richly" at this moment.

The sword-wielder's "life scroll" allowed him to swim in the long river of the Great Dao.

Heavy snow, countless lights and fires.

Bai Rulai couldn't do anything, he raised his arms and blocked in front of him, the strong physique of the Golden-winged Dapeng Clan, the sword path of the Sword Lake Palace, the Confucianism and Taoism of Ying Tianfu, the Le Dao of the White Deer Cave Academy, the ten holy mountains of the Great Sui, the four academies, countless schools, Taoism, mixed together.

Hit with a bang.

Blood spilled from the mouth and nose of the Little White Emperor.

His soul had been hit hard, and he could barely keep his mind alive.

A pair of wings grew out of his back, making a "stinging" breaking sound, blood oozed out, and the wings leaned forward, trying to wrap into a circle to protect his body, but in the fierce wind and snow, a breath was disassembled.

The white robe oozed dense blood.

Now.

In Bai Rulai's mind, there was only one thought.

This Terran sword cultivator called "Ning Yi" is a monster.