Mortal: I can add some immortality

Chapter 81 The Death of the Ji Yin Ancestor
As soon as the Haoyue Sword flew out from Ye Tian's dantian, it immediately showed its sharpness. Almost instantly it grew with the wind, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a white flying sword about one foot long.

Ye Tian made a hand gesture with both hands, and suddenly the Haoyue Sword was filled with spiritual light. Three thousand six hundred snow-white silk threads emerged from the sword. This was the magical power of turning sword into silk that he had practiced for a long time.

When the old demon Ji Yin saw this scene, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he asked in confusion: "This is the magical power of turning swords into silk. Could it be that you are the elder of the Wanjian Sect?"

Although he has great magical powers, those sword practitioners who have cultivated sword threads are all terrifying and prestigious beings.

What's more, the number of sword threads condensed by this kid was as many as 3,600.

Thinking back to the head-on collision between him and himself just now, he couldn't help but feel a little more in awe of Ye Tian.

This person is very young, but he has already reached the Jindan stage. He can even compete with him, a Yuanying cultivator. It is really rare.

Ye Tian didn't care what the old demon Ji Yin was thinking, and immediately attached all 3,600 sword threads to the body of the Haoyue Sword, making it look even more dazzling and bright.

"If you want to know Ye's background, you should first experience Ye's strength!" Ye Tian was full of passion and his voice was like a thunder.

The Haoyue Sword was suspended in the void, and its light was like the bright moon in the night sky, suddenly bursting into brilliant light.

The full moon that appeared above the sword was so powerful that it looked like a real moon, emitting a deadly threat.

When Ancestor Ji Yin felt the power contained in the sword, his face couldn't help but become solemn.

"You are such an arrogant fellow! Even though your strength is far superior to other cultivators of the same level, the huge gap between the Jindan stage and the Yuanying stage is not something you can easily overcome."

Ever since he advanced to the Nascent Soul stage, no one has ever looked down on him like this. Even those masters in the middle Nascent Soul stage have never been the slightest bit negligent towards him.

How could he not be indignant when he was treated so dismissively by a mere junior in the middle stage of the Jindan stage?
He waved his robe, and twelve figures dressed in black and with deep auras suddenly emerged.

Each of these newly appeared shadows exudes powerful fluctuations of magical power, enough to rival that of a Jindan stage cultivator.

"Are these the twelve Tiandu corpses you refined? Although these puppets are powerful, it is too fantastic to try to restrain me with them!"

Looking at these twelve figures, Ye Tian immediately understood their origins. They were the twelve Tiandu corpses that the Ji Yin Patriarch had painstakingly refined.

However, with his current strength, he can deal with these Tiandu corpses with ease.

He waved his hand lightly, and seventy-two invisible needles suddenly flew out, merged into one in the air, and slowly condensed. In the end, only twelve crystal long needles remained in place.

This wonderful method of control is a method of control that Ye Tian comprehended from the invisible light needle.

After these invisible needles are fused, their individual power can be greatly increased, far exceeding the original invisible needles.

Ancestor Ji Yin was a little confused about this, but after scanning with his spiritual sense, he did not detect anything unusual.

However, the subtle changes in the air over there made him realize that things were not as simple as they seemed.

"Airflow?" His face suddenly changed, as if facing a great enemy, and he realized that he might have overlooked something.

He hurried to look at the twelve Tiandu corpses he had summoned, but found that they were now standing still. No matter how he urged them, they could not move at all, like dead objects.

This sudden change made his face solemn. All these changes were caused by the subtle abnormal airflow in the air.

Now, he could only regret it secretly, as the result was irreversible.

"Boy, what did you do to my twelve Tiandu corpses?" The Jiyin Patriarch looked terribly gloomy and said coldly to Ye Tian. These twelve Tiandu corpses were extremely difficult to cultivate, and once these twelve Tiandu corpses were lost, his other magical power, Tiandu Corpse Fire, would also be greatly affected.

Ye Tian's action shocked the Ji Yin Patriarch. He originally thought that his twelve Tiandu corpses, no matter how terrible they were, could still cause some trouble to Ye Tian, ​​but the reality was just the opposite.

All these changes made him realize that as a monk, one should never take anything lightly.

The smile on Ye Tian's mouth widened, and he said with a hint of sarcasm: "Guess!"

Faced with the other party's teasing and ridicule, the old ancestor Ji Yin was naturally very angry. He suddenly opened his mouth and a fist-sized, inky black flame spurted out.

This is the Tiandu Corpse Fire that he had refined after a hundred years of seclusion and painstaking efforts.

The moment the flame appeared, it immediately rolled over and turned into a pitch-black dragon several feet long, covered in black flames.

This dragon, which was transformed from the corpse fire of Tiandu, rushed towards Ye Tian violently as soon as it appeared.

"Come on." Ye Tian let out a long roar, and the condensed full moon suddenly shone brighter, rushing towards the inky black dragon without any hindrance.

As soon as the two came into contact, there was a sound like firecrackers exploding, and the full moon that was originally as dazzling as daylight dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye in the blink of an eye.

The dragon formed from the corpse fire of Tiandu was also shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Ye Tian was not shaken at all by this. His eyes were sharp and he was as steady as a rock.

"How can this be."

Ancestor Ji Yin watched all this happening in astonishment. His Tiandu Corpse Fire was so powerful that even Nascent Soul cultivators had to stay away from it.

But now the opponent could easily resist its attack with his magical powers. How could he not be shocked?

When Ye Tian saw that the full moon condensed by his sword silk offset the Tiandu corpse fire of the Jiyin old demon, he couldn't help but frowned, his eyes full of doubt.

Now, he has gathered three thousand six hundred sharp sword threads, combined with his unfathomable magic power, how could the Tiandu corpse fire of the extremely yin old demon possibly become a problem for him?
However, things in the world are always unpredictable.

He might not know that although the power of this sword thread magical power was extremely strong, it was precisely restrained by various spiritual flames. This was the delicate balance between sword and fire.

If his sword threads had not been condensed sufficiently, the power of the full moon would have seemed exceptionally strong.

As long as he slightly reduced the number of sword threads, he would probably not be able to resist the power of the Tiandu Corpse Fire.

Facing the confrontation between the two sides' magical powers, the old demon Ji Yin no longer paid too much attention. He suddenly showed a ferocious expression on his face, and said cruelly in his tone: "Without this sword thread magical power, what magical power do you have that can compete with me, the ancestor?"

As he spoke, inky black demonic energy suddenly surged out of his body and enveloped Ye Tian's entire body like night falling.

When he was about to use some magical power to kill Ye Tian, ​​at this critical moment, the old ancestor Ji Yin suddenly felt the hairs on his body stand up, and a feeling of death instantly surged into his heart.

Ancestor Ji Yin secretly said "not good" in his heart, because he felt an unprecedented feeling of palpitations.

His intuition told him that if he continued like this, he would most likely be the one to die.

Without any hesitation, he immediately changed direction and retreated quickly, hoping to avoid the fatal blow.

(End of this chapter)