Peerless Immortal Son-in-law

The speed of the white whirlwind was faster, and he came to Wen Yi in an instant. But at this time, Wen Yi, who was originally sitting on the platform, suddenly opened his eyes.

It was a pair of very calm eyes, in the moment he opened his eyes, Wenyi's sleeves were windless, and his long hair was floating.

"Die!" Wen Yi only uttered one word.

He stretched out his hand and pointed to the front. A sword light flew out from his fingertips. In an instant, it turned into a sword rain, drowning the white whirlwind into it. Countless sword ideas crisscrossed in it. The white whirlwind, like a rootless duckweed, could not support it for a moment and then suddenly dissipated.

Poof!!! The nine black robed men's faces changed greatly, and they burst out a mouthful of blood.

Only the black robed leader was safe and sound. His face was staring at Wen Yi with horror. His strange cheek under the black robe was full of panic at the moment. They did not think that this guy was still alive!

"How strong!" Ding Yi took a deep breath and narrowed his eyes.

Wen Yi is still alive! How could this be possible?! Two thousand years later, his master who entered Taoism with sword has passed away. How can he live forever if he does not enter the realm of God?!

Even if the land immortals reach the holy land, it is very difficult to achieve long life. The millennium is the limit. Except for those gods and demons, Ding Yi has not seen that human beings can really live forever. Most of them will grow old after a thousand years, and eventually their state will fall, their strength will be unstable, their life will be cut off, and their bodies will die.

I'm afraid that only by entering the legendary realm of transforming gods can we break through the threshold of thousands of years. However, Ding Yi has lived for 5000 or 6000 years and has not heard of any human beings who have broken through the land immortals and entered the realm of transforming gods.

It is almost impossible to transform gods into gods and demons in the human body.

Even in the ancient times, Ding Yi stayed in the land immortal realm for thousands of years, until the dark and turbulent times came, he could not break through to the realm of God.

The word "God" is mysterious and mysterious, which is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Now Wen Yi stood with his hands on his thin cheek. He swept over the people in the palace, and his eyes gradually showed a trace of anger.

"Qinger, they are here again." Wen Yi murmured to himself, turned to look at the coffin, gently stroked the coffin cover.

Whoosh! The next moment, Wen Yi carried the coffin behind him, turned to face the man in black, and said coldly, "so many years, do you still refuse to give up?"

"Come again and again to die, why?" Suddenly, he raised his right hand and cut his eyes!

All of a sudden, the sword and the sword were shining everywhere!

The black robe leader's face changed greatly. The black robe on his head was blown off, and his hair was broken in the cold light. The nine black robed people behind him did not even have the ability to resist. In an instant, they were shot into a sieve by thousands of cold awns!

Wen Yi flies down from the sky and hangs horizontally in the air. He looks at the black robed leader with sharp eyes. The whole person is like a sharp sword out of the sheath, pointing directly at the black robed leader.

However, in the face of Wen Yi's cutting in the air, the black robed leader couldn't make any resistance. He didn't even have the courage to raise his hand. He could only watch Wen Yi get closer and closer. His eyes were full of blood, and the figure of Wenyi in his pupil became bigger and bigger, which eventually occupied his whole eye.

Bang! There was a dull sound. At the last moment, Wen Yi stopped. He held out his hand and gently touched the black robed leader.

The black robed leader flew out directly and fell to the ground in response to the voice, and the blood flowed down the corner of his mouth!

But he didn't die. He looked at Wen Yi in horror and moved his body to move back, but he couldn't use any strength.

"Go back and tell your master that it is going to be worn out by Qing'er, and you don't need to send someone again." Wen Yi carries both hands, looking at the black robe leader light said.

"Good, good!" Hearing this, the black robed leader immediately nodded, for fear that Wen Yi would repent. He tried to endure the pain and staggered to the outside.

After the black robed man left, Wen Yi sighed and turned back to the platform. He glanced at the people who were walking like corpses. He shook his head helplessly and said, "don't you plan to show up yet?"

"Well?" Wen Yi's words are so abrupt that Ding Yi is slightly stunned.

But soon he was relieved, simply no longer hidden body, stepped out.

Two donkeys followed him, trembling at Wen Yi in front of him. His face was pale and his lips were bloodless.

Ding Yi and Wen Yi looked at each other in the air. After a long time, Wen Yi suddenly opened his mouth and said, "can you do me a favor?"

"Help me recite the curse of death and let their souls rest in peace."

Hearing the speech, Ding Yi was stunned.

He didn't think that Ding Wenyi didn't hesitate to do it.

The vitality in the human body is sucked to seven or eight, and they all seem to have lost their souls. It is almost impossible to rescue them. Sending them to death is the best choice.

With Ding Yi's affirmation, Wen Yi reaches for a finger, and a sword light passes through. In an instant, he comes to Ding Yi.

Aware of the sword light, Ding Yi's face changed slightly and wanted to dodge. But the sword light was too fast for him to react, so he was stabbed into the brow by the sword light!"Don't resist. Listen carefully. You will not be in trouble. On the contrary, you can feel the power of death." A voice echoes in Ding Yi's mind.

In Ding Yi's mind, there is an unreal figure. This figure is just Wen Yi. Originally, his intention is not to let Ding Yi recite the death mantra, but to use Ding Yi's body to complete the rite of death.

Wen Yi's strength is indeed strong. With Ding Yi's current strength, he is not his opponent at all. However, after this guy enters Ding Yi's mind, Ding Yi is not afraid of him.

With Ding Yi's immortal spirit strength, it is easy to kill Wen Yi's projection. However, he did not do so. Instead, he gave Wen Yi the control of his body and suppressed the power of the spirit in the corner.

The reason for this is that Ding Yi doesn't want to reveal his identity. Heaven knows whether Wen Yi will kill him suddenly when he knows his identity.

Without complete assurance, Ding Yi is not Wen Yi's opponent. It is the best choice not to expose his identity. I believe that Wen Yi should not have killed the present "he". How can such a powerful man do things to a little monk who is not good at yuanyingjing?

Wen Yi takes control of Ding Yi's body and begins to recite the mantra of death. With the mysterious and ancient language floating in the palace, these crazy and ferocious people calm down one after another, and finally fall to the ground one by one, turning into fly ash and drifting in the wind.

The whole process of the incantation lasted for about one stick of incense. After finishing the mantra, Wen Yi took back his projection power, looked at Ding Yi and said, "your breath is familiar."

"Well?" Ding Yi's heart jumped, but his face did not change at all.

"Well, it's impossible." A moment later, Wen Yi shook his head, looking a little lonely.

"How is the outside world now? Sword clan, is it still there? " When asked, Wen Yi's eyes showed hope.

Ding Yi looks strange. I don't know how to answer him. Now the world has overturned Wen Yi's imagination. Let alone sword school, the whole era has been ended and has entered a new era!

"No, the whole era is over." Ding Yi shook his head and looked serious.