In front of the boundary of Xiaoyan Mountain, the great cultivators of the major holy mountains stepped through the boundary of Tianhai Tower.

Beyond the mountain fog, it is like across the sea.

The drums of war are as brilliant as the tide.

However, this atmosphere did not last long.

When three or four great cultivators stepped into the Tianhailou realm one after another, Qianshou's expression changed slightly, and she frowned and looked around...... This Tianhai Tower is the most powerful treasure weapon in the Eastern Demon Domain, and it has descended on the Gray Land Realm at this moment, even if the Great Sui is more powerful and breaks through this realm, it will never be possible to rush at such a moment.

The demon cultivator of the Eastern Demon Domain who guards the Tianhai Tower, where could it be such a coincidence...... Defeat to the Great Sui at the same time?

Those demon cultivators in the Eastern Demon Domain, when the Mustard Mountain was ordered by the Great Elder Bai Changlan and the life and death of the White Emperor were uncertain, that Great Elder was now in the sky above the Tianhai Tower, fighting with the Lord of the Purple Mountain Mountain.

And at this moment, the sudden light of Tianhai Tower spread violently-

"Not good!"

Thousand Hands' expression suddenly became gloomy, and she spread out with a divine thought.

"Let's go!"

The war drums in the distant sky were brilliant, the sand was flying and the stones were gone, and the sharp roar of Qianqijun beating at the head of the northern city was transmitted to the Xiaoyan Mountain Realm, and this divine thought full of vigilance was surging and tumbling.

At the top of the Xiaoyan Mountain Realm, the people who broke through the Tianhailou Realm only felt in a trance.

In the next moment, the mountain fog poured away.

Between heaven and earth, there is an extra figure.

A pale figure.

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A sharp, narrow, sword-sharp object.

Pierced his chest, squeezed into his skin with great ease, and then pierced through his back.

Ning Yi's expression was a little confused.

His thoughts were still in the joy just now, the purple shirt in his arms was so warm, and the two hugged each other tightly without reservation...... However, after this "thing" as sharp as a blade penetrated Ning Yi's back, it was pulled abruptly, and the sound of broken flesh and blood resounded in the depths of his soul.

It was like something was broken.

Is the Divine Pool broken?

It seems like yes...... His "Divine Pool", which was difficult to condense, let out a painful hissing sound at this moment, and lowered his head, so that Ning Yi could see clearly what was piercing his flesh and blood.

It was a miserable white tail, somewhat like the thick arms of an adult man, the vertebrae of the snow-white tail were truncated, wrapped in a shallow flesh membrane, and the layers were covered with scales, which looked as thin as wood, but as bright as King Kong, flashing with a silver luster.

This glance broke Ning Yi's heart.

Wounds that pierce through their own flesh...... The pain is limited.

It's nothing more than the pain on the **.

And what he saw in his eyes.

But it made his Dao heart almost collapse.

The girl's chest was pierced by this sharp "sharp claw", and the whistling wind was accompanied by the withdrawal of the claws, and a very light muffled snort came out of her throat, and a long and narrow white tail was withdrawn, bringing out a series of blood beads.

The two men hugged each other and fell heavily, and the majestic blood spurted out.

Ning Yi's mind went blank.

The sound of heavy breathing rolled in the snow.

At this moment, he didn't even feel the pain...... His divine thoughts didn't catch the coming of this figure at all, and the moment he fell, his afterglow saw clearly what kind of monster was standing in front of the mountain gate of the Xiaoyan Mountain Realm.

Wrapped in burning snow and fire, its tail swaying and hissing like a rattlesnake, drops of blood at the point of the cone

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Convergence, this is the "weapon" that just pierced himself and the girl.

A miserable white face was displayed in front of him, the monster was spitting cold air, its facial features were hideous, its limbs were slender and narrow, and through a few scattered feathers, it could also capture some of the characteristics of the Dapeng bird...... But more often than not, it tends to be the manifestation of the true dragon's bloodline.

Ning Yi clenched his fingers in pain.

This Emperor of the Eastern Demon Domain, who was closed in Mustard Mountain, did not die at all.

Merely...... Something did go wrong.

The world says that he is old, and that he is approaching the end of his age, and this is true, but what is more terrible than aging is the obstruction of the cultivation realm.

No one is willing to face death, especially a male lord like the White Emperor, who can accept all failures, but he can't accept that he has no chance to start over.

So there was the last retreat.

Break through the limit and usher in a new life.

At this moment, the "White Emperor" seems to have successfully broken through the limit of longevity, his whole body is burning with countless vitality, and the flames of nirvana are boiling, and such a new life has also paid a huge price...... His mind seemed to be back in chaos, and he didn't know how much sobriety he still retained at the moment.

The good thing is that it's not an irreversible process.

Demon cultivation has never opened up its spiritual wisdom to slowly become clear, and all it takes is time, but it is obvious that the White Emperor at this moment has not shown too much "wisdom".

He had just broken through the mustard mountain.

It was instinct that led him here.

The ...... that guided him in all of this It's also instinct.

The White Emperor's expression was indifferent, he sniffed the bloody breath that slowly diffused between the cold air of heaven and earth, the blood of the two humans smelled extremely sweet, he chased his "word scroll" and came, but the unexpected joy was that the woman's breath carried a familiar smell from a long time ago.

At the beginning, there was a human who wantonly slaughtered the people of the demon clan in the Eastern Demon Domain under his command, and even beheaded the demon saint of the Dapeng Bird clan.

The White Emperor slowly moved his head and looked at the purple-shirted woman with his chest and back chiseled, and spit out two words in his mouth extremely hoarsely.

Pei ...... Min?"

He still remembers the man...... In the long years, there were few young sword immortals who made themselves feel jealous and had the idea of "avoiding war" in their hearts, but fortunately, such an amazing character did not live long, and soon died in the dust and yellow sand.

Today, Emperor Bai met Pei Min's daughter.

He felt the continuation of the bloodline, the inheritance of the blood of the Sword Immortal...... It has never been broken.

He raised his head and looked at the "Xiaoyan Mountain Realm" above his head, this realm was filled with Pei Min's sword intent, this was a gift from the young sword immortal to his heir, and he wanted to continue this treasure inheritance.

It has been refined.

The girl is the master of the Xiaoyan Mountain Realm.

After he landed in the Xiaoyan Mountain Realm, the sword intent in the sky rushed like thunder, and the previous sword intent could shake the killing intent of the purple phoenix, and at this moment, it crackled and fell on the shoulder of the White Emperor, splashing a miserable white snow mist.

His face was expressionless, bearing the blow of "Sword Thought".

If Pei Min is still alive...... He didn't mind taking two moves with that sword immortal, but now that everyone was dead, how could he shake himself with sword thoughts alone? It's a pity that his daughter's cultivation realm is too shallow, and she hasn't even lit the fire of nirvana...... Even if you refine the Xiaoyan Mountain Realm, it is not enough to see.

The corners of the White Emperor's lips appeared with a miserable white smile, he looked at the fallen man and woman faintly, and from a distance of dozens of zhang, he did not make another move, but watched this scene with a blank view.

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The snow mist and dust flew, and Ning Yi's fingers trembled.

A huge cut was made in his chest, and the power of the scroll continued to gather, but he refused.

Ning Yi turned over in front of the girl, one hand supporting the ground, he looked at the delicate and beautiful face, which had turned pale due to excessive blood loss, like a flower about to wither.

The golden light from the fingertips continued to squeeze out, and the power of the "Word Scroll" was surging, pouring into Pei Lingsu's body.

"Wake up...... Wake up......"

It was as if a knife had slashed his throat.

When Ning Yi spoke, thousands of cold winds poured in, and his voice was difficult and bloody.

The original invincible vitality of the word scroll turned out to be weak at this moment, these golden lights fell on the girl's chest, swaying gently, just lingering, but could not enter, and finally turned into a fluttering candle flame and returned to Ning Yi's chest.

Why......

Why?

Ning Yi's eyes were stunned, he became flustered for the first time, lowered his head, the purple-shirted girl in front of him, layers of cold ice were born on her chest, and the blood was no longer gushing, the covering speed of these ice slags exceeded the overflow of blood, and the broken chest of the purple shirt was like a scarlet ice flower blooming.

Ning Yi's body, because of the boiling burning divinity...... Even if the divine pond is broken, it still retains an incomparably tenacious vitality.

He's a frost weed.

Frostweed will never freeze to death...... The White Emperor's blow was like a command of "annihilation" from the life level, so even the divine pool of the sword wielder could not resist this command in the realm of the life star.

The god pool collapsed.

The pool exploded with a surging water.

And the instruction of "annihilation" continued to be transmitted, but it was blocked by the divinity in Ning Yi's blood, like wildfire.

Extreme cold and extreme blazing are contradictory forces.

Ning Yi's lips turned pale, and a rolling wildfire burned in his body, this flame would never be extinguished, even the White Emperor's "annihilation" could not freeze it.

He raised a hand, the fine snow whistled, was held by Ning Yi with one hand, "teared", and cut a deep bone scar on his wrist, Ning Yi's face was even paler, but more numbness, and anxiety.

He staggered, aimed the gap in his wrist at the girl, gathered his blood with his divine thoughts, and aimed it at the girl's lips.

Scarlet blood fell on the withered white lips.

Dissolve.

Melt.

The girl's face was as pale as paper, but her lips were red, as if she had rouge, bright and moving, and pitiful

It's just that she closed her eyes, as if she was asleep.

Asleep...... I don't know when I'll wake up.

"Girl......"

Ning Yi's voice was already crying.

A large amount of blood poured out.

No longer use the word scroll to repair the injury, but the self-repair function of the body is still extremely powerful, and the gap on the wrist has a tendency to stop bleeding after a few breaths, so Ning Yi swung his sword again and cut open the skin again.

He fell down in front of the girl.

A faint voice sounded in the wind and snow.

"Brother......

Someone called Ning Yi softly.

A pale, cold hand was wrapped around the back of Ning Yi's head.

Ning Yi was stunned.

The lips are warm and bright red.

What caught my eye was Pei Lingsu's tearful smiling face.

"Brother. ”

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