The figure was extremely illusory, and it looked so shadowy that it couldn't even see its face clearly, as if it could be blown away by a gust of wind, but despite this, the white-feathered golden-eyed crow let out a terrified cry when it saw this figure, as if it had encountered some terrible existence. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

And the thousand-eyed jade that had turned into a rainbow in the outside world was floating behind the phantom at this moment, emitting immeasurable light, putting on a hazy coat for the extremely illusory figure, adding a bit of mystery.

His heart shook, the figure shook, feeling his own state, Wang Yi's heart suddenly rose a different pride.

At this moment, he felt that he could do anything, he was the lord of this heaven and earth, he was the heaven of this heaven and earth.

Trying to stretch out his right hand, bluffing, a feeling of being in control of everything spontaneously appeared, although Wang Yi knew in his heart that this was just an illusion, but he couldn't help but indulge in it, because this feeling was so wonderful, perhaps this is one of the reasons why many monks are tireless in seeking the Tao.

Quack, the ghost screamed again and again, the white cloud of fear in his heart, the white feather and golden pupil crow couldn't care about anything else, and directly rolled up the flames in the sky and rushed towards Wang Yi, as if he wanted to break the fear in his heart.

His thoughts were interrupted, Wang Yi raised his head slightly and glanced at the true fire of the sun in the sky, and there was no sadness or joy in his heart.

At this moment, the true fire of the sun that he had avoided before seemed to be nothing.

The figure did not move, Wang Yi stood in place, quietly waiting for the arrival of the fire rain, but just when the fire rain was about to fall, Wang Yi's lips opened lightly and slowly spit out two words.

"Retreat. ”

One word at a time, extremely clear, although there is no amazing power, but there is a peculiar rhythm.

And as these two words fell, Wang Yi's entire sea of knowledge suddenly shook, and an invisible force was born out of thin air, and in a short instant, the true fire of the sun in the sky was completely extinguished.

In fact, even if Wang Yi used the secret method and the blessing of the Thousand-Eyed Jade to forcibly condense the Yin God, he was still far from the true realm of words.

You must know that except for some special existences, those who can speak the law must be immortal immortals. And the Yin God condensed by Wang Yi can only barely touch the threshold of the Yuan Shen Zhenren, and the gap can only be described as a moat.

The reason why Wang Yi's Yin God can do something similar to what he says is only because this is his home field.

The monk's sea of consciousness is similar to a small world, once the monk condenses his yin god, then it represents the will of this small world.

Within this world, he is almost omnipotent, especially when facing opponents who are not far from his own strength.

Therefore, even some high-ranking monks, they are very taboo to enter the sea of knowledge of others, for fear of capsizing in the gutter. And although the strength of the white feather golden pupil crow conjured by the true fire of the sun is good, it is not pure after all, and its power cannot form a crushing state against Wang Yi, who has condensed the Yin God, so if it can't be crushed, then it can only be crushed by Wang Yi in turn.

Looking at the flames in the sky that he rolled up, he was repelled by Wang Yi with a word, and the white-feathered golden-eyed crow was even more frightened, and the two golden pupils trembled violently, and they were uncertain.

There is great terror between life and death, but also great courage, under the extreme fear, the white-feathered golden-eyed crow not only did not flinch, but began to burn its own pure pale golden sun true fire, ready to attack us again.

It's a pity that Wang Yi won't give it any more time, forcibly condensing the Yin God is not an easy task for Wang Yi, it can be said that if it is not for the blessing of the Thousand Eyes Jade accidentally, whether Wang Yi's Yin God can be condensed smoothly is still a question.

Every time he maintained a breath of Yin God state, the greater the price Wang Yi paid, and the more serious the consequences would be.

Whew, calm down, stretched out his right hand, and the cloud floating over the sea of knowledge seemed to have been summoned by some kind of summons, and it fell into Wang Yi's hands.

Yun Qi started, and immediately his image changed greatly, turning into a long knife. I saw that the knife was three feet long, four fingers wide, and one finger thick, the blade was shaped like a tiger head with an open mouth and roaring, the blade extended from the tiger's mouth, the back of the knife was straight, and the blade bent an elegant arc, flashing with a cold cold light.

Of course, the most peculiar thing is that the whole body of this long knife is crystal clear, as if it is carved from amber, and there is a pattern that runs through the whole body on the blade.

This pattern is like white jade, warm and luster, with distinct bone joints, like a tiger's backbone, and this is another form of the Divine Soul Secret Method, the Tiger Sword.

With the tiger knife in hand, Wang Yi's momentum changed suddenly, and his sharpness was revealed for a while.

There was no wave in the ancient well in the heart lake, and he indifferently glanced at the white-feathered golden-eyed crow dyed with a faint golden flame on the crow feathers, and Wang Yi gently swung out a knife.

A knife, there is neither a sharp knife aura, nor an astonishing vision, some are only plain, as if this knife has been cut in the air.

Time froze at this moment, and I saw the Tiger Spirit Knife turn into a wisp of cloud qi and rise, and the Yin God condensed by Wang Yi collapsed, leaving only the intact white-feathered golden-eyed crow standing frozen in the air.

Of course, if you look closely, you will find that although the appearance of the white-feathered golden-eyed crow at this time has not been damaged in the slightest, its golden eyes have lost all their brilliance.

Whew, a trace of pale flames rose from the body of the white-feathered golden-eyed crow, completely enveloping the body of the white-feathered golden-eyed crow in a very short time.

The white-feathered golden-eyed crow disappeared, leaving only a pale sun true fire burning quietly in Wang Yi's sea of knowledge, and at this moment the sun true fire seemed to have lost all its anger, warm as jade, and did not stir up dust.

At the same time, Wang Yi's collapsed divine consciousness also began to recondense, only to see the fragments of divine consciousness escaping from the shattered yin god slowly gathering, and after a while, three rounds of divine consciousness suns were re-condensed.

Of course, not all of the fragments of divine consciousness were re-condensed into the sun, and a small number of them were quietly absorbed by the Thousand-Eyed Jade before they could join the large army.

And in the depths of Wang Yi's sea of knowledge, Jinbao quietly watched this scene happen, and did not take action to stop it, I don't know if he didn't want to or couldn't.

The three wheels of divine consciousness stood in the sky, shining in all directions, although they were not driven by Wang Yi, they still spontaneously devoured the true fire of the sun.

In the face of such devouring, the Sun True Fire, which was cut off by Wang Yi with a knife, naturally did not have any reaction, and still burned quietly, waiting to be devoured little by little.