Not only was the body undergoing drastic changes, but Ye Ping's sea of ​​consciousness had undergone tremendous changes. It became more vast and boundless, as if there was infinite energy hidden. Above the sea of ​​consciousness, a phantom gradually condensed. He hung cross-legged above the sea of ​​consciousness, like a god who suppressed Ye Ping's thousands of thoughts, constantly connected with his limbs and bones.

Ye Ping knew that this phantom seemed to be the divine thought of the White Lotus God, intending to truly seize the body of himself.

In fact, for the True King, they disdain to take over the body.

Because no monk can cultivate a stronger body than them.

Even if the dust returns to dust and soil, they do not want to do this. Most of the people who can do this are cruel demons and heresy, which is not enough to let the True King do such a thing. But the White Lotus God did this, and from the beginning, it can be seen that he was not the right way, and he was more like a man in the legendary demon world.

However, the feeling he gave on Ye Ping's sea of ​​consciousness was as if he was a god like a divine needle in the sea of ​​stamina, suppressing the Buddha of the three thousand worlds. He could not tell at all what it had to do with the devil. With the blessing of the Demon-Destroying Sword, there was Chen Hong's qi and blood. His divine thoughts were not only refining Ye Ping, but also constantly transforming his body in it.

Ye Ping had a premonition that as long as a few more breaths, his thoughts would completely dissipate between heaven and earth. Even the only remaining persistence now would turn into a ball of nothingness. The soul of the true dragon was shaky and began to merge with his divine thoughts.

"It turns out that this is the feeling of death... The realm of the True King is indeed extraordinary. But that's it..."

It seemed that he felt Ye Ping's unwillingness, and the true dragon soul was also constantly making roaring sounds.

Echoing over Ye Ping's sea of ​​consciousness, it was desolate and full of prehistoric aura, making people unable to help but tremble all over.

Not to mention that the Demon-Destroying Sword is merging with Ye Ping, Bai Ye fully demonstrated his current strength as the number one in the northwest. He fought against Yu Wanjun and others to see four eighth-level masters not falling behind, his breath was long and despairing. Even a powerful master would appear to be in a dilemma of insufficient spiritual energy under such a powerful attack.

But the spiritual energy in Bai Ye's body seemed endless, and there was no sign of exhaustion. He is worthy of being the peak master of the eighth grade. Although he is incomparable to Chen Anzhi, who is also at the same peak at the eighth grade, it is only a line of difference. If you guess correctly now, Chen Anzhi may have to step into the ninth grade Immortal Grandmaster, and his power has reached an unprecedented level.

"It's really bad. Bai Ye's strength is so terrifying! The news we received before was that he was only at the eighth level, but he had already reached the eighth level peak without realizing it. It seems that he had been deliberately hiding his strength before! Now Ye Ping is also going to be taken over and refined, so we probably have to explain it here. It's hateful! Is God also standing on the side of Emperor Xuanhe?"

Master Baimei's eyes were about to break, and he looked at the situation of defeat in front of him, and was extremely angry.

Yu Wanjun and others also retreated one after another. He gritted his teeth, "I would have known that Fu Tianqiong and the others would come anyway. I originally thought that a few eighth-grade masters could control the situation, but I didn't expect that Emperor Xuanhe would be so generous! It's hateful that our Qin Dynasty is not without masters, but we just had a move. We might as well rush out together!"

Yan Yun and others nodded, even though they knew that the success rate was never high, they had to try whatever they said. She couldn't help but look up at Ye Ping, and raised the Dragon Killing Gun high, and she launched the strongest blow in her body.

"Let's join forces together! Everyone rushed towards Bai Ye! After all, he is only the peak of the eighth-grade master, not the ninth-grade!"

"Yes, there is no other way now. You can only sacrifice your life to see if there is a chance!"

"Tianxuan is so hateful. Does the heaven want to bury us all here too! It shouldn't be like this!"

Feng Hanting, Cao Yong, and many masters sent by Emperor Xuanhe all stood beside Bai Ye, staring at the desperate attack of these masters with concentration. Everyone knew that success or failure was here. Feng Hanting glanced at Ye Ping with disdain. He originally thought that he was the biggest variable, but now it seems that these people were the ones.

Bai Ye stood tall in the air, with a black dragon surrounding him, and a bloodthirsty look hidden in his eyes. He had just killed all directions, and was extremely excited at this time. Bai Ye was breathing slightly, even though he was as strong as him, he felt that he was too exhausted.

"It's time. It's probably almost done with their appearance. There are so many masters at the Grandmaster level present, and we may be unable to resist it. If they force out, they will probably have to leave a few people. However, the meaning given above is that someone cannot be let go, especially those from the Grandmaster Association, which is even more so."

Bai Ye said coldly, "Feng Hanting, start preparing to launch the Thunder furnace. Chi Ze changes and won't give them a chance."

Feng Hanting's mouth slightly raised, looked at the struggling people below, and nodded silently.

Then his body suddenly rose up, pulled out the sword in his hand, and shouted in a deep voice, "All the soldiers of the Thunder Camp obey the order! Be prepared to launch the Thunder furnace, everyone must keep their position above their position, and must not relax. If one person is let go, the person in that position will be dealt with by military law, and will not be killed! Today, this is a dead end!"

As Feng Hanting finished speaking, all the soldiers of the Thunder Camp standing outside roared. The murderous intent that soared into the sky suddenly burst out, and their blood seemed to turn into blood marks and gathered into the sky. And condensed in front of Bai Ye, forming a blood-colored sphere.

Not only that, their blood and blood soaring into the sky also seemed like a huge silkworm cocoon, wrapping everyone present.

Bai Ye, Feng Hanting, Cao Yong, and many masters sent by Emperor Xuanhe and Chen Anzhi retreated one after another, forming seals like lotus on both hands, as if controlling such a magnificent blood and blood. A stream of thunder was constantly brewing.

"This... what does this feel? Why does it seem like my qi and blood are being pulled away, and my spiritual energy!"

"The same is true for me. Do they really want to sacrifice all of us? Is what Ye Ping said true?"

"Damn it, it seems that's it. They really plan to do it. We're all going to die!"
Chapter completed!