Looking at the world in the sword, the boiling scene at this moment, Wang Yi's eyes showed enlightenment....

Lonely yin is not born, only yang is not long, one yin and one yang is also the way....

Between heaven and earth, there is no absolute extreme yin, and the reason why there is extreme yin is because the yang here has been lost....

At this moment, although, he still doesn't know the true origin of the Nether Sword... But come to think of it, once upon a time, it was definitely not a sword of extreme yin...

For some reason, its yang has been lost, so for millions of years, it can only appear in the world as the extreme yin side.... And this world in the sword, the endless ghosts, in fact, are more of the creatures in the world of the sword, after death, incarnated....

But in the world of the sword, how can hundreds of millions of living beings be born, this question deeply troubles Wang Yi, obviously, this is not what he is today, understandable....

While Wang Yi's thoughts were wandering, the gray-black yin qi in the world of the sword slowly condensed, enveloping the sun that the golden villain had turned into..... And the golden villain, it doesn't seem to have the slightest intention of resisting, let the endless yin qi wrap it, between the two, it is like a matter of course, merging with each other, in an instant, in the air, condensed a round wheel far beyond the volume of the golden villain, a round.... The golden light and the gray-black yin qi are intertwined with each other, like a Tai Chi, round wheel....

This round wheel, at the moment of forming, the color on it began to change strangely, and the gray gas in the gray-black yin qi was constantly peeled out, and in an instant, there was only the extremely black gas that was as black as ink! As for the golden villain, the whole body is shining with golden light, gradually dazzling, until it turns into an almost dazzling white mang...

On the wheel, the black and white colors gradually become clear, constantly intertwined, like the overlap of the sun and the sun, like the collision of day and night, at this moment, the recruitment appeared....

The black and white color rotated rapidly, and a burst of vitality emanated from the round wheel, permeating every corner of the world in the sword, as if opening the world, evolving a world, and like the long river of years, prosperity and decline, ups and downs.

"Who am I...."

"Who am I....."

"I've been dead for 10,000 years, why... Why... Let me ........ again"

The mournful wail suddenly sounded at this moment, with the continuous rotation of the black and white colors on the round wheel, as the breath on it permeated every corner, the world in the sword, the original place of extreme yin, there was a trace of extreme yang, hundreds of millions of yin ghosts, their eyes that had been empty, at this moment, there was a kind of appearance that seemed to awaken the sanity....

At the same time, a thick sense of sadness spread from the body of every yin ghost in an instant, as if something happened to them, unknown, although it has been forgotten, but it is unforgettable, just like the pain engraved in the depths of the soul, it is being awakened...

Wang Yi watched all this quietly, and his heart, at this moment, was also shrouded in inexplicable sadness...

As the master of the Netherworld Sword, every yin spirit in it, their emotions, appeared in his heart, and sadness shrouded him, which in turn affected his state of mind...

"They're all dead... They're all dead....."

An earth-shattering wail came from the mouth of the sword spirit gathered in the center of the eight ghost generals, and the sword spirit's eyes suddenly opened.....

It's as if, after sleeping for millions of years and countless epochs, in this life, at this moment, finally woke up.....

"Ahh

"Who am I..... Who am I......"

"I ..... Remember..... I'm Pan Geng.... I am the Venerable ....... I am the Realm Venerable ..... of the Heavenly Pole Star Domain."

"There are eight levels of space, there are eight beginnings of space, and there are eight beginnings of eight poles, each of which forms a realm, a total of sixteen realms... And I... It is the Heavenly Pole Dao Venerable in the Eight Poles Star Field... Pan Geng..."

"All dead.... They're all dead....."

"Why.... You're all dead.... And I'm still alive....."

The sound of vicissitudes of life echoed, like a sharp sword, which could penetrate all the minds, making Wang Yi's heart shake, as if it was about to shatter his body and collapse his soul. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the world of the sword, hundreds of millions of yin spirits, together with the ghost generals, let out a wail as this voice sounded....

Above the sky, the black and white wheel, under this sound, there was a vibration, and then distorted, in the distortion, the whole sky, a shocking picture floated...

It is the boundless universe, dark and bright, the cold cosmic wind is constantly blowing, countless figures, sitting in the galaxy, in the deepest part of the universe, a figure emerges in it, high above, as if preaching, the voice is blurred, the stars and rivers flow between the sleeves, and the sun and the moon rise and fall....

Someone picks up the stars with their hands... Someone swallowed the clouds and spit out the fog, and when they breathed in, the light and rain were filled, flooding the sky.... There are also people who seem to have realized the Tao, laughing, standing up cross-legged, and in an instant, their bodies are infinitely huge, occupying the sky and covering the infinite universe...

This scene shocked Wang Yi and made his heart buzz, as if he was in an ancient starry sky.....

The picture only lasted for a few breaths, and then it was illusory, and at the same time, the eyes of the sword spirit gradually became clearer, and on his body, a monstrous momentum burst out, that momentum, earth-shattering, across the ancient and modern future, as if the entire sky, the entire universe, were only in his thoughts.....

At the moment when this momentum appeared, Wang Yi's body was full of blood... And in that sky, in the black and white wheel, the golden villain trembled, trembling with joy, as if he had met a loved one, met a loved one who had not been seen for many years....

"All dead.... Friend... Comrade in arms... Loved ones ....."

"I found out the truth, even if you suppress me permanently, I won't accept it!"

"You created reincarnation, you created cultivating immortals..... You are trying to trap us forever and become ants in your captivity..."

The sword spirit roared, earth-shattering, his eyes were filled with anger, as if he wanted to penetrate the sky of the sword world, looking at the distant sky that Wang Yi would never understand.....

In the roar, the body of the sword spirit seemed to grow infinitely, as if it wanted to turn into the giant who held the sky in the picture just now....

It's just that, suddenly, a gray mist appeared out of thin air and spread... This gray mist was just stripped away from the yin qi by the black and white wheel.... At this moment, a strange appearance appeared, and as soon as it appeared, it flooded the world in the sword, shrouded the high heavens, and made hundreds of millions of yin spirits, whose newly awakened divine wisdom suddenly disappeared, making the whole world seem to have lost its vitality...

Gray mist, like mist, ominous, weird, evil, endless, rendered the whole world gray in an instant.....

Everything became gray, gray fog filled the air, the whole heaven and earth, it seemed that all colors, disappeared ....

Gray sky, gray mist, gray round wheel, gray ghost, gray picture....

In the world of the sword, Wang Yi's divine sense, with the body of the outside world, suddenly felt cold, and a very bad feeling came to his heart, this gray fog made him think that when Zhou Yuling was born, in Hanyin County, the ubiquitous gray, gray sky, gray fog, gray wind.....

The sound of "Titicaca" suddenly sounded, and the body of the sword spirit, which had just healed a thousand feet, fell apart in the gray fog, and the weak figure was revealed, and then fell into a deep sleep...

Above the sky, the original black and white wheel turned gray, stopped rotating, and in an instant, separated, the original black gas dispersed, and in a blink of an eye, it dissolved into the gray mist...

At the same time, the golden villain's body instantly weakened, and with Wang Yi's divine sense, it seemed that he had been strongly rejected and driven out of the world of the sword.....

In the cave, the light on the golden villain's body was flickering and flickering, like an oil lamp in the wind and rain, struggling, submerged into Wang Yi's sea of knowledge, and Wang Yi, with a pale face and a languid expression, suddenly spewed out a mouthful of blood....

Originally, the god was about to turn into a god, but who would have thought that at this moment, he was seriously injured.....

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