The broken sword was old and clumsy, and the rusty blade was burning with pure Yang fire. This pure Yang flame could best restrain the power of Yin and evil.
Tsk tsk tsk!
The swarthy boy could clearly hear the sound of his body being burned. A large hole visible to the naked eye slowly formed in his body. A large amount of Yin evil force was drawn into it by the pure Yang flame, burning him to pieces.
net.
Why...why...
The dark boy grabbed the broken sword, his face was severely distorted, his chest was burned by pure Yang flames, and there was unbearable severe pain!
As a Yin evil spirit, physical pain is nothing to him, but the pain from the soul will be magnified many times, making him almost collapse!
The dark-skinned boy turned his head with difficulty. His soul body seemed to be rusty and it was extremely difficult to turn.
"you……"
In the dark boy's increasingly blurry vision, he saw the young man wearing green clothes and holding a broken sword.
The powerful power of pure yang, coupled with the top-notch movement technique of "Golden Crow Sweeping Sun", made Yi Yun's speed reach the extreme in an instant. However, the dark-skinned boy who had turned into a sinister figure was not very strong, so that
There was no way he could avoid Yi Yun's fatal sword!
"You...you...how...discovered...my..."
The dark boy spoke with difficulty. The severe pain in his chest and the feeling of being on the verge of death made his voice dry and weak. It seemed that if he spoke a few more words, his body would collapse.
But he still had to ask this question because he really died in a mysterious way. He couldn't figure out that Yin Sha, as a soul body, could perfectly hide his whereabouts. How did Yi Yun find him and lock his location?
"These are your last words. It's so boring."
A sneer appeared at the corner of Yi Yun's mouth. He gently twisted the sword in his hand, changing the blade from horizontal to vertical, and aimed it at the dark boy's head.
"Wait...wait!"
There was a hint of blackness coming out of the corner of the swarthy boy's mouth. The humble ancient sword in Yi Yun's hand brought him great fear. Death was imminent, and his heart was full of despair and unwillingness.
"Leave...leave me alive, I can..."
Before the swarthy boy finished speaking, Yi Yun held the broken sword and suddenly swung it upward!
"Tsk!"
Yi Yun's sword started from the chest of the dark-skinned boy and split his body along the central axis, splitting open his neck, chin, tip of nose, between the eyebrows, and the top of his head!
"Ahhhhh!"
The dark boy's soul let out a sharp and painful scream, and his body was split into two. A large amount of black flames spurted out from the chopped body, burning wantonly.
This flame engulfed his soul, and his face was completely distorted in the flames, just like burning a resentful spirit with holy fire. The scene was extremely sad!
Yi Yun had already taken a step back and looked at this scene indifferently. He opened his energy vision and locked onto the energy fluctuations around him. As a Yin evil spirit, the swarthy boy certainly had energy fluctuations. Yi Yun did not want him to use any means on his own.
Escape right under your nose.
As the flames rose, the dark boy's screams became smaller and smaller, and his soul energy almost disappeared.
Although he killed the swarthy young man, Yi Yun could not relax. He did not know the origin of this swarthy young man. As the woman in white who was the weapon spirit of the God Advent Tower, she had many things that she did not explain before she fell asleep.
A mysterious opponent who could threaten the Empress's secret realm, and might even take away divine objects such as the God Advent Tower... He made the woman in Jiang Bai fall into a deep sleep at the expense of herself, and used the power of the ancient Empress' seal to repel it.
Such an existence is obviously not comparable to the power of the Shentu family.
Faintly, Yi Yun felt that the storm was rising in the Tianyuan world. The words "there is no time" that the woman in white said before falling asleep also made Yi Yun a little worried.
After seeing the black air that was escaping in Yi Yun's sky, Yi Yun thought, and the Dharma Totem rushed out of his body. The golden crow spread its wings, and the flames burned, burning all the black air with it.
The dark-skinned boy was full of weirdness. Although Yi Yun stabbed him to death with a sword, who knew whether his life was completely wiped out.
To be on the safe side, he completely burned and destroyed all the evil spirits, and used amethyst to absorb the remaining energy. He expected that the swarthy boy would not be able to come back to life no matter how weird his life form was.
After doing all this, Yi Yun fell on the ice field. Although Yi Yun was not in the Taoist realm now, with the Golden Crow Totem and the "Golden Crow Sun Sweeping" movement technique, it was not difficult for him to use pure Yang energy to float into the air.
It's difficult.
At this time, on the ice field, Lin Xintong's body was covered with snow, and her face was pale, like a frozen goddess.
Seeing Lin Xintong like this, Yi Yun felt a slight pain in his heart. He bent down and picked her up. Touching Lin Xintong's body, Yi Yun felt that at this moment, he seemed to be hugging a piece of ice.
Lin Xintong's body temperature has completely passed away, and her remaining vitality has been deeply sealed. It is very likely that she will never wake up...
In the howling snowstorm, Yi Yun stood silently in green clothes.
Looking at this vast world, in the wind and snow that swept thousands of miles of ice fields like wild waves, his and Lin Xintong's figures seemed infinitely small...
A boy, holding a girl in his arms, facing the whole world...
At this moment, Yi Yun suddenly felt a little confused. He didn't know where he was going in the vast snowfield...
Yi Yun sighed in his heart, martial arts practitioners are going against the will of nature. In this process, they have to go through so much danger, loneliness, and suffering, that many warriors have died on the way to practice martial arts. Perhaps the root of all this motivation is
Don't be content with such insignificance.
Ordinary people have a short life, and after only a few decades, they will eventually become dust.
Thousands of years later, looking back on history, billions of sentient beings, what does a dead mortal matter?
Wanting to be on an equal footing with heaven and earth, wanting to control destiny...this is the warrior's wish.
These thoughts flashed through Yi Yun's mind. When he opened his eyes again, he was no longer confused. He hugged Lin Xintong and walked forward slowly against the wind and snow.
The sight was filled with chaotic snowflakes, making it impossible to see clearly what was ahead.
Moving forward or retreating, Yi Yun ultimately chose to continue tracing the path traveled by the ancient empress!
Although Lin Xintong's condition was already very bad, Yi Yun still held on to a glimmer of hope. Perhaps walking through the ice field could bring about a turn for the better...
Yi Yun used the pure Yang energy in his body to wrap up both him and Lin Xintong. At the same time, Yi Yun continuously poured energy into Lin Xintong's heart veins to maintain her vitality.
The vitality of a perfect pure Yang body brought a touch of warmth to Lin Xintong, whose body was as cold as ice. Although her face was still pale, when this pure Yang power circulated in Lin Xintong's dried up and frozen meridians,
Deep in her life, there is a faint vitality sprouting.
Lin Xintong was in a coma, her eyelashes trembled slightly...