Step by step, Wang Yi was so frightened that his soul was scared, and at this moment he really woke up to the fact that Xue Bu was going to kill him.

"You can't kill me, the Wang family has a golden immortal master, and he came back to you for revenge." Wang Yi said in horror.

"Hehe, the Wang family only has two or three kittens." Xue Buqi said disdainfully.

The sword was shining brightly, as if it was slashing out sword qi at any time.

"You can't kill him."

Suddenly, a third person's voice sounded, alerting the nerves of the two.

Xue Buqi looked along Wang Yi's gaze, and a strange young man was standing behind them for some time.

"Who are you?" Xue Buqi was shocked in his heart, and immediately shouted angrily.

It's a pity that what responded to him was a punch, a simple fist, with a hunting style, and went straight to Xue Buqi to kill him head-on.

Frightened, a sword was slashed out in order to break the move.

With a sonorous sound, the sword shattered, and the shadow of the fist fell heavily on Xue Buqi's chest, and the entire chest cavity exploded with a blood mist.

Burst...

The body flew out sideways and crashed into the mountains not far away, and its whole body was covered with dense blood marks.

With such a serious injury, Xue Buqi glanced at Fu Yang in fear and then lost his breath.

"Thank you Brother Dao for saving your life, under Wang Yi, if you have a useful place in the future, send it as soon as possible." Wang Yi let out a sigh of relief.

"There's something I need your help with." Fu Yang said with a smile.

"Tell me what?" Wang Yi said.

"It's very simple, it's to borrow your identity." Fu Yang smiled even more.

"What do you mean?" Wang Yi was puzzled.

Fu Yang defeated him a little, and when he met a stupid man, he couldn't see it at all when he was clearly going to kill you.

Without further words, he approached in an instant, and a palm fell on Wang Yi's Tianling Gai.

"Brother Dao, what are you going to do?" Wang Yi said in horror.

Too lazy to bother. Fu Yang directly used some soul means to pull out Wang Yi's soul.

I have cultivated to the peak in my life, and my cultivation has passed the soul avenue perfectly, and some small means are simply something that comes easily.

When Fu Yang's palm landed on Wang Yi's Tianling Gai, he felt that he had lost control of his body and could not mobilize any mana. Even if such a rebellion is made, it will not have half an effect.

Grabbing the slap spirit in the palm of his hand, he broke away from his body, and Wang Yi's body fell down limply, turning into a thoughtless vegetative person.

The spirit is still shouting angrily, and it is all transmitted in the form of mental fluctuations.

The divine light flashed in Fu Yang's eyes, and a ripple rippled over Wang Yi's soul, and immediately became quiet and silent.

This is to erase the will in the soul. Don't let him have the opportunity to self-destruct, of course, according to Wang Yi's personality of being afraid of death, he basically doesn't dare to self-destruct.

Speaking of which, why didn't Fu Yang choose to replace Xue Buqi, but this one waste.

All because he didn't want to be noticeable at first, and if he showed his feet, he would lose his efforts.

Like Xue does not abandon the style of doing things. It's strange that it suddenly became mediocre, only Wang Yi's cultivation is average. With a cowardly personality, it is difficult for people to pay attention to him.

Waiting for his identity to stabilize, Fu Yang is ready to cause trouble to the alien race.

Analyzing the fluctuations of the divine soul layer by layer, the fluctuation of the divine soul emitted by Fu Yang also changed again, and soon became a frequency.

Each living being's soul fluctuations are unique. But Fu Yang's divine soul is so strong, and he knows the soul avenue, simulating the fluctuation of another divine soul is simply a breeze.

Generally, strong people distinguish others, which is basically the aspect of the soul. It's hard to fake, and besides, unless a Dao Ancestor comes forward, and he has seen Wang Yi in person, he can really distinguish the difference in origin, which is basically impossible, and the Dao Ancestor of the other race in the Heavenly Realm is there, and basically nothing happens, let alone care about the ant-like combined monk.

"The next thing is to inherit the memory, otherwise pretend not to be." Fu Yang said with a strange smile.

Wisps of divine soul power seeped out from the palm of his hand, submerged into the divine soul, and snatched away the spiritual fragments bit by bit.

Pictures were presented from Fu Yang's mind, just like watching a movie with a speeding speed, although it was fleeting, it was deeply imprinted in his mind.

In the end, Wang Yi's spirit faded little by little until it dissipated.

"Tide Decision, Wang Family, Tianluo Academy......" Fu Yang muttered to himself.

Wang Yi is a descendant of a small family, and the inheritance of the Wang family is Tidal Decision, and he is lucky to enter Tianluo Academy to practice, and he has a general understanding of the details of his identity, and Fu Yang knows how to pretend.

The most critical point is the power of the tides in the body, after all, Wang Yi is cultivating the tides, and it is impossible not to have the ability to sign, once there is a battle, his identity will be exposed.

Of course, this was not difficult for Fu Yang, and a chaotic qi came out of his body, submerged into Wang Yi's corpse, and devoured part of the power of the tides for analysis and simulation.

This chaotic qi returned to the body, and the chaotic qi in the whole body was turning into the power of the tides, and the surging tidal breath rippled out of the body, and the tides were running in the mind.

There are a total of twelve, but under the maintenance of the almost endless chaotic qi, it has been breaking through the level, without a little bottleneck, and the tide will be completed in half an hour, all relying on the characteristics of the Chaos Sutra, otherwise Fu Yang will not have that idle time to start over.

Furthermore, the tide is by no means a profound technique, at most maintaining cultivation to the level of a sword immortal is the end.

His face and height were distorted, and Fu Yang turned into Wang Yi's appearance in the blink of an eye, and he couldn't see any flaws from beginning to end.

Picked up Wang Yi's storage ring, took out a new set of clothes and put it on, and then, two dim flames popped out from his fingers, dripping on the corpses of Wang Yi and Xue Buqi, and in an instant, the raging fire devoured the two corpses, and there was nothing left.

"Hehe, now I'm Wang Yi." Fu Yang said with an infiltrating smile.

As soon as he was about to lift his step, he remembered the Earth Dragon Ball behind him, and with a virtual hand, he put it into the storage ring.

Fu Yang walked slowly in the sky, looking extraordinarily leisurely.

A month of living in secrecy is nothing more than an easy and ordinary thing for him, and when the waiting time is up, a token can be crushed and returned directly to the exit.

This kind of trial is equivalent to an outing, and some disciples with backgrounds and inheritances choose a quiet place, sleep for a month, and wait for the trial to end.

Of course, it's full of danger and opportunity, and it's up to you to fight for it.

However, after a short time of wandering, I came across a group of young men and women surrounding me.

"Wang Yi is so coincidental." A woman spoke.

It was the woman who invited Wang Yi at the beginning, named Xu Ning, who seemed to have been pursuing Wang Yi, but her appearance was a little ordinary.

"What a coincidence, are you going to go treasure hunting in a team?" Fu Yang asked deliberately.

"No, a disciple is in danger and is sending a distress signal." Another male disciple replied.

"Is there any interest in being together?" Xu Ning invited.

"Okay." Fu Yang said with a smile on his face. (To be continued.) )