Great Transcendence

Chapter 127 Immortality
Fenxiang Valley, Mountain and River Palace.

Lin Yigao sat on the throne, and there were three people standing below him, they were Poison God, Yuyangzi, and Mrs. Sanmiao.

After a while, he said quietly: "In this way, if the widow disagrees, the people below will leave by themselves."

Yu Yangzi took a step forward, cupped his hands and said: "People's hearts are against each other, we must be aware of it, and I ask the king to make a decision early."

Lin Yi shook his head, not to mention being disappointed by the situation in front of him.

As the saying goes, husband and wife are originally birds in the same forest, and when disaster strikes, they fly separately.

What's more, it is normal for the demon sect that he has forcibly kneaded together to have different people's hearts.

"The Holy King is alive, and the will is as good as one. It seems that I am not a qualified king after all."

As Lin Yi said, he stood up slowly, and the royal robe on his body turned into a blood-colored garment.

One experiment failed, but fortunately, the way of holiness can be not only a sage king, but also a sage teacher, sage and so on.

The color of blood came into view, and the three poison gods recalled the horror of five years ago when the river of blood swept across the sky and overthrew everything.

"In the Demon Cult, there are too many vicious spells to control people, but none of them are useful to me. It's not because of kindness, but because it's not worth it at all."

Before the words were finished, a ray of seven-colored divine light descended from the sky, turned into a bone dragon boat and crushed it towards the three poison gods, arrogant, domineering, and violent.

Two muffled groans came out, Fairy Sanmiao was the weakest, and couldn't even make a sound.

Lin Yi appeared at the bow of the boat, stretched out his hand, and the avatar turned into a picture of Taiji and flew into the dantian. The innate Wutai was perfect, which gave him a sense of fulfillment, as if a punch could knock down a mountain.

The next moment, the boat of the Supreme Being smashed through the Palace of Mountains and Rivers and headed south.

The spirit of five virtues hovered around Lin Yi's fingertips, and he muttered to himself, "Beast God, I hope you don't let me down."

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Southern Xinjiang, Tianshui Village.

This place used to be the most prosperous place among the [-] mountains, but at this moment, there are corpses all over the field, and countless monsters are howling and venting wantonly.

They were all enlightened by the beast god's hostility, and their hatred for the human race was hidden in their hearts.

Lin Yi looked at the scene below, and the cold light in his eyes was fleeting. He didn't expect that after thoroughly refining the Xuanhuo Jian, the beast god would be born in advance, causing this irreversible catastrophe.

Even if he left everything and came in a hurry, it would not help the matter.

Colorful flames descended from the sky, igniting trees, corpses, and land... everything was burnt and everything was destroyed.

Roaring in panic, countless beast monsters screamed at the sky, their voices were mournful.

In the sky and in the sky, the billowing black clouds suddenly stopped, as if the world suddenly froze, and then, there was such a gleam of light, which came out from the dark and quiet clouds!

White, tiny shimmer!
In an instant, the black clouds dissipated abruptly, like a gust of wind sweeping across the world, blowing through the sky and the wind and rain.

From the deepest part of the black cloud, a huge vortex suddenly swirled outward rapidly, and countless black clouds were swept into it and then dispersed without leaving a trace.

There was a figure of a young man who appeared, looking at the bloody world with a blank face, looking down from the heights, like a legendary god.

That is, the moment he appeared, all the beasts and monsters suddenly stopped, raised their heads to the sky, and screamed towards the figure!

Thousands of beasts roared into the sky, and the black clouds receded, as if a wave of hostility was rising into the sky, wanting to ascend to the sky.

That young man in the sky, expressionless, glanced across the battlefield under his feet, seeing the beast monsters falling in the flames one by one, he was not moved at all, as if he had seen through these life and death a long time ago.

The gust of wind blew by, and the figure of the young man slowly descended from the depths of the black cloud. The roar of the beasts became more and more deafening. Even beside him, in the dark cloud, there was also a thin electric glow like a spirit. It moves like a snake.

The young man looked at Lin Yi and said, "Are you here to kill me? For those people below?"

Lin Yi nodded and said, "Exactly."

The young man asked puzzledly: "Why? There was once a person who wanted to kill me because of those ants?"

"I know, that person is called 'Linglong', and she is a witch from the Wu tribe in southern Xinjiang."

Lin Yi looked at the young man with a handsome and seductive face wrapped in extremely bright silk, and suddenly sighed.

The Beast God is an experiment in the witch Linglong's pursuit of longevity.

Who in the world can not die?
If you are magnificent and crown the world, you will end up as a pink skull; if you are a generation of arrogance, sitting on thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, you will eventually turn into a pile of loess.

Lin Yi travels through various realms, seeking the Tao painstakingly, not because he is ruthless, nor because he has no desires, but because he has poured all his desires and passions into one goal.

The thing of "longevity" has long been fused into the blood of his whole body and has become an instinct.

Instinct to pursue, not to think about the so-called "meaning", because longevity itself is the collection of all meanings.

Longevity is infinite possibility.

The seemingly long time was actually just a thought in Lin Yi's mind. The next moment, the battle broke out.

Taishangzhizhou locked on to the target, and then directly crashed into it.

The Beast God stared closely at the flying bone dragon boat, suddenly raised his left hand, and pushed it out with a palm.

In the middle of the sky, black air was born out of thin air, and instantly condensed into a black shield wall in front of the Beast God's body.

Then, the Supreme Ship collided with the black shield!

Between heaven and earth, at that moment, it was still silent.

"Boom!"

Afterwards, like the rising sun jumping out of the water, the heavens and the earth first opened and thunder roared, a huge roar burst out instantly, and in the black air and flames, there were several flashes of lightning before slowly subsiding.

In mid-air, Lin Yi and Beast God looked at each other with expressionless faces, showing no sign of surprise or astonishment.

The black air surrounding the Beast God became thicker and thicker, making it look particularly glaring.

With a wave of Lin Yi's sleeve, the magic formation of ten thousand swords unfolded, and the shadows of swords were all over the sky, covering the entire sky.

The heaven and the earth are full of chilling intentions.

The face of the beast god changed, and he faced each other intently.

Lin Yi stretched out his hand and pressed, the sword energy burst out like a raging tide, and the turbulent waves hit the shore.In an instant, the sky was filled with the sound of piercing and sharp whistling, and the sound of "swish" pierced the sky and the earth.

The Beast God looked at the overwhelming sword rain and uttered a loud shout. He saw his hands wide open and closed, his body swaying, his movements were clumsy, and at the same time, there was an extremely weird and desolate singing voice.

The singing voice was desolate and vigorous, like a monster in the wilderness roaring up to the sky on a stormy night, and it had an inexhaustible meaning.

With the sound of the deep ancient sound, accompanied by the odd sound of clanging drums, the black energy around the beast god suddenly rose up, pitch black as ink, flowing rapidly in the wind, almost like a black dragon with fangs and claws, majestic in the world.

(End of this chapter)