Run the way

"Why did we run away? Could it be that we still can't deal with them?" Shuanglu was puzzled, judging from the current situation, they didn't look like they would lose no matter what.

"You'll find out later."

The fat man laughed. He stood beside Bai Ye. Although his tattered Taoist robe was soaked in sweat and there were even several shocking scars on his body, in Shuanglu's eyes, he really became cute now. a lot of.

A desperate wailing sound resounded through the sky where there was only the sound of shouting and killing.That was an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator. He was fanatically chasing and killing Bai Ye and the others with the team, but now, he turned into ashes and disappeared from everyone's sight.

Because he was among the crowd and stabbed a butterfly fluttering in the wind with his flying sword.At first, only a few monks around him felt the horror of these butterflies, but soon, hundreds of Nascent Soul monks realized their horror.

Countless people howled in pain. In the face of absolute strength, the weak had no choice but to surrender.A second ago, they were lofty practitioners and noble immortal masters in the eyes of mortals, but now, they are just undead under the wings of a few butterflies.

No, they are not even considered undead, because their souls were also torn apart by these Nine Vaults of Darkness Butterflies, ignited a black fire of hell, and finally fell in the screams of despair. No one can save them .

"There...there are such terrifying butterflies in this world." Shuanglu sighed, looking at those Nascent Soul cultivators who were frantically running away.A second ago, they were still chasing after him, but now, they are facing the crisis of falling.

"The world is so big, full of wonders, and the depth of this world is far beyond what the human race can pry into." In the distance, Xuan Ya re-formed into a human form, and he watched the group of human monks fighting side by side with him, his eyes full of The color of complexity.

"You guys, why are you helping me?" Bai Ye looked back, at this moment, his heart was full of puzzlement.He can understand other people, but Yaozu, he must understand it well, if one is not done well, he will be involved in the vortex of cause and effect.

"You have the breath of our gods on your body."

Xuan Ya was silent for a moment, he looked at Bai Ye squarely, and said seriously.When he spoke, the other nine members of the Yaozu all looked expectant. The gods of the Yaozu, in this era, even if there is one, it is possible to lead the revival of the Yaozu.

Bai Ye was speechless, he just nodded his head, as a tacit consent.What is owed to others must be repaid after all. Back then when he was awakened in the rebirth, a terrifying thunderstorm fell from the sky to kill him. If it weren't for the three drops of Fan Li's origin blood brought to him by Wang Chuanhe, I am afraid that today, there will be no such thing as a white night. name.

"Xuan Ya, a descendant of the Xuanwu lineage of the Wanyao clan, pay homage to the gods of our clan." Xuan Ya and the other nine people all knelt on one knee at this moment, put one hand on their right shoulder, and performed the ancient ritual.

"Great, when I return to the clan, I will definitely report this matter and welcome you back to the clan." Xuanya was extremely excited, and now he is much happier than having won the real martial sword.

"You don't need to be too polite, this is something from the Yaozu. I give it back to you today, which can be regarded as repaying part of the karma." Bai Ye stretched out his hand, and a trace of purple starlight appeared on his fingertips, and it shot into Xuanya's eyes in the blink of an eye. Between the eyebrows.

Bai Ye smiled and nodded to Xuan Ya.

"Tell Bi Fang for me that Mo Cheng owes the Yaozu some things, and Mo Cheng will come and pay it back in person."

Xuan Ya nodded, a gleam of brilliance flashed in his black eyes.Then, together with the other nine people, they turned into ten beams of light, disappeared before the eyes of Bai Ye and the others, and soared upwards in the sky.

In the sky, there is a huge gap.If the blood sacrifice array is compared to a huge cage that covers the world, then this gap is an exit, leading directly to the world outside the city of corpses.

"Little brother, what should we do?"

"Kill them all." Bai Ye changed the topic, raised his hand and pointed at the cultivators who were slaughtered by the butterfly.

Not far away, dozens of Nascent Soul stage monks frantically used their body skills to avoid the butterflies flying in the air, lest they be affected by their butterfly wings.

This is really terrifying. They can understand the blood sacrifice of the immortals before.After all, it was a game set up by the immortals, and it was not comparable to ordinary cultivators like them, but why would a simple butterfly have such terrifying strength.

They were terrified, they ran around, used their body skills, and escaped crazily.But all these efforts are of no avail, the flying butterfly will still slaughter these monks with its gorgeous beauty and terrifying methods.

Someone yelled, and frantically flew towards the exit above the dome, but was blocked by countless tulips and violets, trying to escape to other places, countless white papers appeared, and the fat man had a silver magpie on his head, wretchedly watch them.

Amidst their screams that shook the sky, under the beautiful wings of the Nine Vaults of the Underworld Wind Butterfly, their bodies and souls, one after another, were turned into ashes, and disappeared with the wind between the heaven and the earth blown by the breeze.

"It's over..." Leng Chen and Xuechan both sighed, their beautiful eyes dimmed, and they looked haggard.Everything that has happened during this period of time has far exceeded their ability to bear.

After a while, thousands of monks all fell into this world.In the whole world, apart from Bai Ye and his party, there are only countless bones left, and butterflies dancing slowly in the air, they are like the most delicate elves in the world, beautiful and extraordinary.

"Bai Ye, something is wrong." Ye Qingyan shouted, he saw a few butterflies, flapped their wings, and flew towards Bai Ye.Bai Ye looked up, and he felt a creepy feeling, because he saw four or five butterflies flying towards him at an extremely fast speed.

"I'm going, it really is black luck." Fatty exclaimed, he was running Taoism, his eyes radiated silver light, because of the curse seal, he could clearly see above Bai Ye's head, there was Countless black mist surrounded him.

That is black luck. Among the monks, if there is a person with great luck, the color of the mist around him will show a colorful scene, which is very auspicious. For example, the emperors in the world, their luck will appear in the form of a dragon.

Not everyone is born with great luck, so their auspicious aura is often accompanied by black mist.That is black luck, the more black luck there is, the greater the possibility of a person being unlucky.

The lone star of the evil spirit that mortals call is a typical example of the flood of black luck. In their mist, 90.00% of the eighth part is black luck.

On Bai Ye's body, what the fat man saw was 90.00% black luck, and the rest was a pink mist.The fat man was completely speechless, even the curse of the immortal failed to cut off all of Bai Ye's peach blossoms.

Everyone looked at Bai Ye nervously, surrounded by three butterflies.That was the Nine Vaults Netherwind Butterfly, with just a slight fan of its thin butterfly wings, Bai Ye would cease to exist, turning into ashes just like those people just now.

However, the next moment, a gust of wind blew up, and the three Nine Vaults of Netherwind Butterflies began to soar quickly around the white night, like a dance, and they were the three dancers.

The colored powder fluttered in their butterfly dance, Bai Ye looked around, and a feeling of dizziness hit him. ………………

"Little brother, are you... all right?"

Bai Ye turned her head and saw Beiming Qiantong with a worried expression on her face. There was a purple-gold brilliance flowing in her double pupils, which made Bai Ye stunned.

As a person with double pupils, Bai Ye can understand her emotions better.She was worried, worried about losing.Since entering the Beifeng battlefield, all the things she has experienced along the way have caused the eldest princess of the Han Ye Empire to develop an inexplicable affection for this young man who is too young for her.

That feeling is dependent, cherished, and liked.Her family let her down, even hopeless.But Bai Ye was different. The moment this young man appeared, he broke through her emotional barriers.

Besides Luo Qianying, Bai Ye could be regarded as the second person who walked into her heart.Bai Ye was surrounded by those three terrifying butterflies just now, she was really worried that such a cute boy would just disappear in front of her eyes.

"Senior Sister, don't worry, I am blessed and fateful, so how could I die?" Bai Ye smiled, this warm feeling in his heart was exactly what he had been longing for before.

"Cut..." The fat man twitched his lips, thinking that you have been caught in bad luck, and if you don't pay attention, you will have bad luck at some point and face the danger of falling.

Looking at the thousands of IOUs in his storage bag, the fat man felt very happy and satisfied. It was worth it to follow this kid.Those are thousands of IOUs, representing thousands of karma, and karma will involve luck.

His way is luck.So he became a magic stick, but he was only a half-baked guy, except for Bai Ye, he was not sure about some things.

Although he is only a half-witted magic stick, the old man said that as long as he is willing to persevere, one day he will rise up with someone else, fight in this world together, and leave an immortal story.

Bai Ye lowered his head, and together with the crowd, he slowly flew towards the big hole at the top of the sky.But his thoughts had already flown elsewhere.

The powder of the three Nine Vault Netherwind Butterflies showed him some pictures of the past.Those years were not his years, but originated from others, and what he saw were other people's way, other people's life.

Among them was a butterfly that left a deep impression on him.It was a deep blue butterfly, the pattern of scales on a pair of butterfly wings was like a pair of deep eyes, conveying everything to him.

"The deep blue butterfly points directly at the boundless." That is a legend that has existed since the prehistoric era, and it belongs only to the boundless butterfly.