When Xu Yi regained consciousness and woke up again, it was already the second day.

However, because he was in a coma in a secret room, he was blindfolded by the other party in advance of the battle with Hong Yi.

Therefore, very few people know about this war.

"Whew, it's really dangerous!"

In the secret room, Xu Yi had recovered most of the power of the demigod soul at this moment, after all, there was a whole long river of immortal true qi in his small world.

As well as thousands of dragon crystals condensed by the ancient heavenly dragons, they are all great supplements for restoring the power of the divine soul.

"Gather!"

Xu Yi said lightly, and at the same time, the power of the divine soul surged, wrapping the thoughts that Hong Yi had not had time to gather in the secret room, turning them into a palm-sized white ball of light.

Looking closer, Xu Yi's divine consciousness had invaded the thoughts of this group of Hong Yi's falling.

Every thought of a person's soul contains a lifetime of memories, which are complex and mysterious.

Especially the ghost immortal masters who have cultivated immortality and broken through the barrier of life and death, and the masters of the Thunder Tribulation, their thoughts are as many as 129,600.

Therefore, even if this kind of character suffers a catastrophe, as long as one of the hundred thousand thoughts escapes, he will be reborn again.

In these residual thoughts, he almost saw Hong Yi's growth history from a weak scholar to a master with world-beating Taoism, and everything was not reserved at all.

Even the past Mida Sutra of the Great Zen Temple cultivated by Hong Yi, the present Rulai Sutra, as well as the magic experience, the principle of holy leisure, and the mysteries of the I Ching were all seen by Xu Yi and turned into his own.

"Hehe, this Hong Yi likes to refine people's soul memories in the "Heroes of the Sky Record", and later his biological father Hong Xuanji and Emperor Qiandi Yang Pan were all integrated into the book by his soul refining.

It is said that it is for future generations to admire and appreciate the style of their ancestors. Xu Yi sneered.

If you want to kill, you can kill, why not give it a good time. Refining the memories of other people's souls into books for future generations to worship and read?

People can't live forever, this kind of mind is really vicious, where is it really the way of the sages?

Looking at the group of thoughts belonging to Hong Yi's divine soul in his hand, Xu Yi did not hesitate to erase the residual knowledge belonging to Hong Yi in his hand to prevent his soul from changing!

Because with Hong Yi and other characters, as long as they recover, they will definitely recall these scattered thoughts of the void again, merge or directly collapse on their own.

"Calculating the time, it is almost two or three days, that is, the day of the summer thunder, with this accumulation of many things, it is time for me to survive the seven thunder tribulations and become the creator." Thinking about this, Xu Yi stopped cultivating, opened the secret room, and began to arrange and prepare.

……

Kamikaze Empire, Gobi fortress.

In the inner hall, a young man in a wide Confucian robe sat on the floor, his face serene.

At this moment, a crack broke open in the void in the hall, and a golden light submerged into the young man's body.

"Poof!" The man violently took a mouthful of blood, and his face turned pale.

"Hong Yi, what's wrong with you." A woman in a white gauze with flowing sleeves shouted, her face extremely moved.

At the same time, it also alarmed many people in the temple, and they gathered around one after another.

"Silver Yarn King, what happened to Hong Yi this time?" But it was a handsome young man with a white jade gourd on his waist who asked.

"I don't know." There was a hint of melancholy in the beautiful eyes of Zen silver yarn.

"Ahem." Hong Yi coughed slightly, and his face softened.

"I'm fine, Brother Ziyue. It's just that this time I miscalculated. Hong Yi opened his eyes and looked extremely weak.

This person who calls Brother Ziyue is Bai Ziyue, the white ape king among the eight demon immortals in the world, who is currently the head of Yuantu Zhengangmen, and is Hong Yi's best friend.

"And how are you? Brother Yi. Bai Ziyue asked. Some of the people behind him also looked worried, after all, Hong Yi was their backbone!

"Yes, Brother Yi, what's wrong with you, it's okay."

But a girl in a purple and gold dress and four girls in pure white dresses who looked like little fairies asked.

The girl in the golden dress is the little golden spider, the daughter of the Golden Spider King of the Eight Great Demon Immortals, and the pure white one is the little fox of Tu Shan, the descendant of the Xianghu King and the Yuan Princess, who has now turned into a human form.

From this, it can be seen how extensive the interpersonal relationship behind Hong Yi is, and how much appeal it has, and even Xie Wenyuan, the head of the world's Confucianism, is willing to work for him and devote himself to compiling the Book of Changes.

"It's the champion Hou... He was resurrected. Hong Yi saw a group of friends and couldn't help but feel relieved.

"What!" Everyone was shocked and showed incredulity.

"Ah Yi, didn't you refine the soul of the champion Hou, and scattered them all. How could he possibly be resurrected. Zen Yinsha asked.

"I don't understand either. However, I already have some speculation that the champion Hou should not be taken away. Rather, it merges with a powerful being and is reborn. Hong Yi said slowly.

"However, Brother Yi, with your cultivation, who in the whole world can hurt you. Even if the Supreme Sect Master Oneiroi personally intervened, it wouldn't let you suffer such a serious injury. Bai Ziyue said slowly.

"Carelessly, I should have used the temples to suppress him in the first place. And that nascent champion Hou also seems to have mastered a very terrifying swordsmanship, almost invincible.

Under the will of that kind of swordsmanship, I felt that I was too small, and even I thought that even the Yang God Master, the Ancient Saint Emperor, was vulnerable under that kind of sword intent. ”

A hint of fear flashed in Hong Yi's eyes, the sword intent manifested by that grass plant easily cut his divine soul that had been baptized by six thunder tribulations into two halves like papier-mâché, and was even almost directly wiped out by that sword intent, and he couldn't even recover the past Mida Sutra.

That's the Ten Fierce Treasures, a single grass can cut off the sun, moon and stars, and cut through the universe.

In front of that kind of treasure art, how could a person's divine soul be compared to it.

"Is it so powerful!" The people around were silent.

"But I have a hunch. The kind of kendo art that shouldn't exist is so powerful because it is the first manifestation in this world.

And now, under the suppression of the rules of heaven and earth, it is impossible for that champion Hou to use such a vast and invincible sword intent again. ”

A glimmer of light flashed in Hong Yi's eyes, and at the same time, his body was like a big oven, and the Mida Sutra was in operation, and a golden Buddha appeared in his heart.

"Immeasurable, immeasurable, the past is eternal and immortal, the one is renewed, and all things are renewed!"

In an instant, countless newborn thoughts appeared in the Divine Soul, quickly completing the missing 109,600 Divine Soul Thoughts, and constantly becoming stronger.

……

Qingzhou, the champion Hou Mansion.

With nothing to do, Xu Yi speculated on the sword intent of a grass in the garden, but no matter how it was used, the two became one.

The power of the cursive sword intent was not as powerful and invincible as that time of Chopping Hong Yi.

Underneath Xu Yi's Heavenly Eye Pass, you can see a chain that is thicker, stronger, and more rule-based to firmly bind this sword intent.

"There is one way of heaven! For example, that Cangjie created the first word in human history, the world is changing, shocking the world, crying ghosts and gods. Another example is the first sword made by the swordsmith Xiangyuan, which is broken, and also uses the power of heaven and earth to achieve the ancestor. ”

At this moment, Xu Yi seemed to understand that there were certain privileges everywhere for the first time.

After all, Xu Yi got just a wisp of sword intent from the nine-leaf clover, not the real Ten Fierce Treasure Grass Word Sword Duel.

The first time it can manifest the will of an invincible power like the Ten Fierce Nine Clovers, but the second time it is impossible.

wants to truly exert the power of the cursive sword duel, and now Xu Yi can only rely on his own comprehension to deduce his own cursive sword duel from the sword intent of the nine-leaf clover.