The starlight faded.

One by one, the tokens began to fall to the ground like meteors.

One by one, the stars fell.

The starlight in the sky also disappeared with the fall of the stars, and only when there is starlight can there be a galaxy, and if the stars are not in the galaxy, they will naturally not be there.

Even the original dim yellow light was gone.

The sky was only black, black and terrifying, like the deepest illusion in the deepest sleep, it was a pure place under the distant starry sky, the place where the legendary original idea was, the place where the soul was derived.

The light brought by the token is much brighter than the yellow sand, and even a little dazzling, in this dark space, it keeps falling, and the light is terrifying.

"Smack"

A token fell into the hand of a female cultivator with a bewitching figure who still looked good.

He is not Ye Bai.

He didn't dare to pick it up.

But now it's getting dark.

The monks didn't care if she picked it up or not, a grimace monk with a huge scar on his eye, picked up the token in an instant, and rushed towards the front, the woman didn't dare to stop it, she was just a Qi cultivator, a monk from a small family, not here to get something, just to meet some handsome people in Zhongzhou and marry a good family.

The nun looked at Scarface.

Scarface looked back and said a little impatiently, "Token mine, it's good that you didn't see it." ”

The nun was stunned.

Scarface smiled evilly, waved his hand, and the knife was full of anger.

Scarface licked the corners of his mouth and whispered, "Actually, I just wanted to kill someone, and I happened to run into a little sheep like you." "It's just the nature of wolves to eat sheep.

The woman's screams broke into one or two.

Ye Bai watched.

He won't stop it, not only can't he stop it, he doesn't want to stop it. Because everyone who enters here shouldn't be like this, if they don't even plan for life and death, then it's really not a pity to die.

Life is oneself, and the life of a monk is oneself, no one can help you become a real person, and no one can make you an immortal.

Scarface snatched one, and his figure flew quickly, directly towards the top of the white 10,000-layer staircase that was extremely far away, and his figure quickly disappeared in front of Ye Bai and them.

So these nine tokens.

Now there are only eight left.

The token emitted light and fell here, where was the smell of blood coming, Ye Bai smelled the smell of blood, and suddenly saw the road above the thousands of steps in front of him, and the vague huge palace at the end of the road.

The palace had turned into a huge beast that had chosen to be swallowed, and was now chained to the place, waiting for them to enter.

The smell of blood grows stronger.

He didn't averse to the smell of blood before, but here, the smell of blood was amplified indefinitely, to a pungent level.

If a mortal smells it.

For the stimulation of their sense of smell, they can directly smoke to death, but for Ye Bai, this smell is also extremely pungent, so he will think about going to the disciples of the Baiyun Sect to learn the technique of gathering qi and transforming clouds.

Only when that spell was able to completely absorb the blood and breath could he feel a little comfortable.

The sound of the fighting became louder.

The starlight on the token shone on the severed limbs and wreckage, and the smell of blood surrounded the entire island, and the yellow sand was no longer blowing, and all the places in it were filled with the smell of blood.

The sound of screaming kept coming.

Ye Bai and Wen Qiu and the generals stood in place, they were also affected, in such an occasion of fighting and fighting, once people go crazy, there is nothing to stop them.

Ye Bai can't, Wen Qiu can't.

If a monk of the golden pill period is in front of them now.

I'm afraid these monks can also be killed.

The instinct to kill has continued in the human blood since the beginning of heaven and earth, and as the human blood fades, this anger has not decreased, but has become stronger and stronger.

First of all, this murderous aura is in order to survive among the aliens.

But now this murderous spirit has turned into a violent anger.

From the killing between humans and aliens, to the killing between humans themselves, this killing has reached a top now, which is almost the end of the legend.

People's eyes are red and red.

A monk held the token high, at first he wanted to snatch the token, but then he just found out that he didn't know why he wanted a gun, everyone seemed to be like this, he also killed the red eye, but he had a jade pendant, a jade pendant inherited from a family, this jade pendant had the effect of concentrating, and the token shattered to wake him up from the killing.

He looked at the token between his fingers, knowing that on such an occasion, except for the most powerful being, there would be no chance of getting it, so he raised his hands in the air.

With a token.

He wanted to quit.

Although he was sober, in Ye Bai's eyes, he was still naïve compared to anyone else.

A boning knife pierced his lower abdomen, the knife dissolved from the white belly and the tearing knife was extremely sharp, and the man could only have time to put a token on his finger and throw it into the open space.

The only open area now is Ye Bai, Wen Qiu and the generals.

Wen Qiu was also looking around.

He saw the token flying towards him and took it, Ye Bai glanced at Wen Qiu, and found that Wen Qiu's eyes were a little red, it was a bloodthirsty light.

Ye Bai somewhat understood.

Maybe there is another reason why this palace does not fall.

He had read some Confucian records about this ancient god domain, and some monks who came out of this ancient god domain also recorded their own experiences in some books, which were collected by Confucianism, maybe only sporadic and half-talking, but it was also a great inspiration for Ye Bai.

The monks said that all the old gods in this were dead, but were they really dead? They didn't believe it either, because there were countless signs in it that showed that the god was not only not dead, but that something was waiting for, and he had heard the screams of the spirits countless times.

And there's a record in it.

God is dead.

The rune will not be dissolved, of course, if it is a rune sealed together with the divine body, it will not completely dissolve, and it will return to heaven and earth from the beginning, so in this way, there is still a divine body in it.

Flutter flutter.

The gun is shaking.

More than a dozen monks were stabbed through their necks.

Wen Qiu firmly held the token between his fingers, a little greed welled up in his eyes, and Ye Bai looked down at the ground of the island.

Beneath them was the island.

It should all be loess, but now it is not loess, but pale gray sand, but now it is dyed blood red, but this blood red is constantly being swallowed by something. Constantly devouring..

The Ula Ula zombie disappeared for a while.

When I came back, blood kept dripping from my body, ticking, ticking, and my body was drenched.

Ye Bai watched.

The zombie smiled at Ye Bai innocently, it was a kind of smile like an invitation, I don't know when this zombie already had a feeling of dependence on Ye Bai similar to his father, he spit out a mutilated finger from his mouth, and the finger was chewed finely, and the token in it was also spit out by him because he couldn't bite it.

Nine.

They got three.

Died a dwarf.

Ye Bai looked at the token, looked at the gradually thickening taste of blood again, and said, "Let's go in first." With a sword, he slashed a beautiful woman in this pale gray dress who had touched her at some unknown moment.

Walking on the blood and water towards the front.

Along the way, Ye Baijian was red.

I don't know how many killed.

There are probably nearly 10,000 monks here, more than half of them here, and they are all in a state of madness.

If Ye Bai still stays here and sees the situation. Although he has the means to press the bottom of the box, he can't use it much, and he really doesn't have the kung fu to entangle with these low-level monks in such a place

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Under the Thousand Floors of Stairs.

He walked up step by step.

When this step is seen from a distance, it is very white, and it is not like a brick carved from white jade, but when he got closer, Ye Bai found that it was not a brick, but the corpses of dead people.

It's just that the bones of these corpses are all pressed into white bricks, and the skin and flesh are miserable white.

When Ye Bai walked halfway.

The bricks kept shaking, and it was like a boat on the water, and the boat was shaking.

The perspective of such a person is that he will involuntarily stare at the ground and everything in the water, and now Ye Bai can only stare firmly at the white bricks and stones.

His eyes were firmly fixed on the masonry, and the masonry was magnified, and the smallest places on it could be seen.

Even he saw something interesting.

He could see the tiny hairs on the corpses that had been pressed into the masonry, the bones that had been crushed into the masonry, the black eyes on the masonry, and even the emotions in the black eyes.

Ye Bai was a little puzzled.

He didn't know why he was looking at it.

Why is this thing infinitely magnified in his own eyes?

He smelled the stench of corpses.

Compared to the stench on the corpse of the general, it was still much richer, more like a shriveled corpse ground into powder, and then slowly inhaled into the nose.

The emotions in the eyes of these corpses are very simple.

He looked at the corpse behind him, his eyes filled with despair

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