"King Yinping stays!"

On the battlefield, several Terran kings spoke out to dissuade them.

"The old prince has made countless contributions to the human race, and there is no need to sacrifice anymore, just leave this place to me."

There is a king who wants to go down to stop it, but he is entangled by the demon kings and can't get out.

As for the other cultivators, they couldn't stop a Five Realms body cultivator who had already made up his mind.

The demon clan will not stand in the way, obediently obeying the will of the fog and the dark, and one after another to the sides, and cast hungry and expectant eyes.

Although the flesh and blood of the Five Realms Refiners are not as good as the Demon King Demon Pill, they are also full of temptation for these big demons.

They imagined the scene of the mist shattering the alchemist, and they couldn't help but hook the corners of their mouths, and the fishy saliva kept flowing out.

A path that seemed to lead to death, soaked in a pool of blood, rose from the feet of the King of Yin Ping and went straight into the depths of the mist.

The white-haired King of Yinping, with his hand on his waist saber, did not squint, staring straight at the figure in the fog.

The Five Realms faced the Six Realms, but they were still high-spirited.

"Back then, you used tricks to cut off my invincible road, and today's continuation of the road starts with you."

In the past, there was an invincible golden eagle under the command of the fog and the underworld, which rose and swept all the demon kings and became famous all over the world.

The golden eagle openly provoked the King of Yinping, claiming that this person was nothing more than a fake invincible, and once he met a real genius, his true form would be revealed.

Invincible meets invincible, the realm is the same, and-for-tat, in this case, often only one side can continue to walk.

In the final fair battle, King Yinping was defeated by the Golden Eagle, and because of this, he killed a friend who came to the rescue, causing the Dao Heart to be broken and his strength plummeted.

Many years later, I found out that it was the fog that secretly injected the golden eagle with the essence blood of the demon emperor, pulled out the seedlings to help it grow, and then deliberately arranged various opponents to help such an invincible demon king.

Even the golden eagle himself didn't know about it at first, thinking that he had an adventure.

It wasn't until the end that it couldn't control the rich imperial blood in its body at all, and it exploded and died in public, and the truth was revealed.

This layout lasted for forty years, at the cost of the serious injuries and deaths of more than a dozen demon kings, just to block the Yinping King and cut off his invincible road.

When the emperor learned of this, he was furious and personally set out to attack the hinterland of the Golden Eagle clan.

He also captured a large number of young eagles and took them back to be cultivated from generation to generation as birds of the dragon chariot as a humiliation and warning.

But the path of King Yin Ping was finally broken.

When the heart is weak, no matter how difficult it is to revive, it is always a little worse than back then.

And the real culprit, the Demon Emperor Wuming, did not get decent revenge, and was still arrogant......

In the center of the battlefield, King Yin Ping tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword.

The past is ruined, he once stood on the top of the mountain, but fell off the cliff, first praised and sought after by tens of thousands of people, and then suffered countless accusations and ridicule.

Looking back, four hundred years later, his former companions have passed away, and the entire generation that worships him and scolds him is gone.

Back then, he was a peerless king, invincible, known as the hope of the human race, proud of the spring breeze, and smiling at the heroes of the world.

Now there is only an old man in the twilight, with gray hair, a rickety waist, and a depressed figure, standing alone among countless demon beasts.

This is the power of time, cold, cruel, and unforgiving.

King Yin Ping was already accustomed to this feeling, and at this moment, his face was indifferent, and he strode towards the depths of the mist.

The outcome of this trip is unpredictable, but he is not a character who sits still after all, and after being woken up by the white-robed scholar, he just wants to try again one last time, just to leave no regrets......

Gradually, thousands of big demons around him stirred.

They saw that something was wrong.

Some kind of incredible change is taking place in the Yin Ping King!

With each step, there was one less wrinkle on his face, his back straightened, and his steps were a little lighter.

It seems that he is going against the long river of time, getting younger and younger, and more and more energetic.

This old king burst out all his vitality, and if a meteor was in the sky, he released the brilliance of the sky, which was dazzling in an instant.

In the end, he strode like a fly, his momentum was like a rainbow, and he was indomitable, rushing straight into the fog.

The real invincible way, when it is strong, it is strong, and when it is strong, it is stronger.

Time is out of the way? The Demon Emperor is undefeated?

He didn't believe it, he didn't want to.

Then, let's cut it first!

The wind rises, the fog surges, and the heavens and the earth are dark.

In the midst of countless suspicious eyes, a groan spread from the depths of the mist, and with the fierce wind, it blew across the wasteland.

"What should we remember about a hundred years? Today, a knife still kills the enemy. ”

The noisy and noisy battlefield suddenly fell silent, and there was no sound.

The arrogant and disdainful laughter of the fog has long since come to an abrupt end.

Above the battlefield, there seemed to be a spatial rift, like ripples on the surface of a lake, quietly rippling.

The sky was full of clouds and mist, divided into two, and suddenly opened.

A blood flower, as magnificent as a red plum, bright and dripping, bloomed silently at the end of the thick fog......

The silence is over, and the world is back to normal.

In the next moment, the vast clouds and mist dissipated, the figure of the mist had disappeared, and the murderous blade was nowhere to be seen.

The sky is clear and the sun is shining.

Xiao Tzu stood on the wilderness, clapping his hands and laughing, "Good! Good! ”

King Yinping sat aside, returned to his aging appearance, stuck the knife on the ground, and smiled when he heard the words: "Emperor Xiao, how about my knife?" ”

Xiao Tzu said seriously: "I don't know the situation in the past, but in the past thousand years, your sword should be the strongest of the human race." ”

King Yin Ping nodded, calmly accepted this evaluation, and just sighed:

"It's a pity, it's still a little bit worse."

It's a little worse, and it can't cut through the demon pill of the fog.

It's also a little worse, and he failed to live to death and be promoted to the emperor realm at the last moment. The first limit has stumped countless heroes, and he has also stumped him when the lamp has run out.

"So it's still a failure."

The cold wind was bleak, and the momentum of the Yin Ping King quickly weakened, and his complexion gradually turned gray.

His thoughts drifted, recalling the scenes of his life, and the day he had when he was young.

Mountain rain, broken temples, cobwebs.

A spider, dangling from its silk, swayed, trying to mend its broken web.

But again and again it was knocked down by raindrops.

It didn't seem to feel tired or depressed, but in the end, its body was wet with raindrops, and it still lay helplessly in the water.

"Failure is indeed a whole life."

However, at this moment, the King of Yin Ping had a calm face and slowly smiled.

He finally saw that success or failure is not so important.

With this amazing knife, King Yin Ping felt that everything was worth it.

Whether it was the ruthless time, or the powerful Demon Emperor, they couldn't really defeat him.

He is fearless, he always dares to use the knife - this is the real invincibility.

In his blurred vision, a white-robed figure seemed to appear in front of him, nodding at him.

The gentle voice also sounded in my ears:

"You're doing a great job."

King Yin Ping stretched out his finger with difficulty, and pointed forward tremblingly, "Emperor Xiao, have you seen it, that white-robed scholar ......"

Xiao Tzu turned his head, his body shook slightly, and replied, "I saw it, I saw it." ”

"Did you really see that?" A smile appeared on King Yinping's face again, "It turns out that this is not an illusion. ”

"Then you, thank you for me......"

——

"Master, why don't you save him?"

Xiao Tzu picked up the unconscious old man, turned his head in confusion, and asked the white-robed scholar beside him.

Zhu An walked over and looked at King Yinping's calm face, with a look of appreciation in his eyes.

Then he explained:

"If you don't take the last step, how can you get a truly invincible state of mind if you look down on the success or failure of life and death?"

Xiao Tzu still couldn't understand, and shook his head again and again, "But after taking the last step, my life is gone, what's the use of a light state of mind?" ”

After a pause, he couldn't help but sigh: "This brother is approaching the limit, and he is fighting with the fog and the underworld, his vitality is completely exhausted, and no matter how detached his state of mind is, he can't come back to life, it's a pity." ”

"When a person dies, his soul remains." Zhu An was not in a hurry, took out a pitch-black bead, and pasted it on the forehead of King Yinping.

The bead seemed to block all light, and a black halo could not be seen, but it could be seen, and a translucent phantom flew out from the center of Yinping Wang's eyebrows, and quickly escaped into the bead.

Zhu An nodded with satisfaction, this time to collect the soul, there is only the apprentice Xiao Tart by his side, and there are no outsiders, so he can make a timely move.

The last time he collected Yue Changting's soul, he waited for a while, and in the end, only the fragmented remnant soul remained, and it took hundreds of years to repair it completely.

Compared with the Netherworld, the Yang Qi of the Ten Thousand Demon World is more abundant, and it is only suitable for the survival of flesh and blood.

Once the soul is detached from the protection of the body and exposed to the outside world, it will soon disappear.

Even a god refiner who cultivates a divine soul is not immune.

So, in this world, it is very rare for ghosts to haunt them.

If you want to keep your soul alive after death, you either die in the land of extreme yin or attach to other bodies, but both situations are difficult to last long, and sooner or later you will be harmed by yang energy.

The best way is to use the Yin treasure to store the soul alone, and then cooperate with the alchemy to isolate all yang energy, so that the Yin soul can survive forever.

Yin treasures are rare, this kind of secret art is rare, and the strong people who can perform secret techniques are even rarer.

Xiao Tzu watched the master cast the spell and stared at it curiously, just like when he was a child, he was as shocked as when he saw the master use his fist to pierce the iron plate.

"It's ...... Turned him into a ghost? Xiao Tzu couldn't help but be amazed, "In my impression, there is only one person who can do this, but it is only barely enough, far less easy than Master." ”

The way of refining gods, since the beginning of the ancestral transmission of the Fa, has been extremely slow in the development of the human race, and it has never been out of the six realms, and even the five realms are only a handful.

The strongest refining master of the human race, the old pavilion master of the Xuanji Pavilion, is the peak of the Five Realms, the manifestation realm.

After the death of the old pavilion master, he stored his soul with treasures, and when he saw people, he appeared through the quicksand of the dark moon, and seemed to get rid of the shackles of the physical body and transcended life and death.

But his secret method is not profound enough, and he must use the formation of the Xuanji Pavilion to isolate the yang energy and maintain survival.

Usually not being able to step out of the Xuanji Pavilion is equivalent to being imprisoned in a cage, and it is difficult to break through the realm.

Xiao Tzu didn't envy that kind of aggrieved life, and even thought about it, his scalp was numb, and he glanced at King Yinping with pity.

"Master, will this brother be able to see the sun in the future?"

Zhu An said indifferently: "Don't worry, he will only live better than Ling in the future." ”

Hearing that the master's tone was not good, Xiao Tzu shrunk his neck, obviously a bad old man who was almost a thousand years old, but unconsciously, he became the appearance of being trained when he was a teenager.

Sure enough, after Zhu An put away the black beads, he began to teach this apprentice a lesson.

"In the future, you have to practice diligently, don't run around when you're fine, do you hear?"

"Next time, if you are killed by the Killing Blade, I won't save you, so I'll fend for myself."

Xiao Tzu had a shy old face, a picture of what you say casually, I just don't listen, and suddenly had an idea.

"If I really want to be killed by the Killing Blade, then Master will turn me into a ghost." He changed his mind, after all, it was better to die than to live.

Zhu An smiled, "The killing blade is fierce, and while killing your body, it will also annihilate your soul, and you don't even have a chance to be a ghost." ”

Xiao Tzu's eyes widened in horror, and he finally felt a sense of urgency.

After the matter was done, Zhu An didn't stay, there were too many pairs of eyes watching nearby, he didn't like this feeling.

Xiao Tzu stood in place, looking at the back that was gradually moving away, and felt a little emotional.

There were tens of thousands of cultivators on this battlefield, tens of thousands of demon clans, and many Emperor Realm powerhouses in the distance who were paying attention to this place, but no one found the existence of this white-robed scholar.

Entering and exiting in the array of ten thousand armies, but it is like stealth, such a means is simply incredible.

"This old monster—"

He was muttering quietly, but his head suddenly slammed, as if someone had knocked him on the head.

Xiao Tart Six Realms martial arts, but at the moment he bared his teeth in pain, rubbed his head and said with a bitter smile: "Understood, Master, you are not old at all, you are still young." ”

After a pause, he reminded again:

"The fog suddenly sacrificed the killing blade, maybe there is something else, maybe it is holding some bad water......

Zhu An waved his hand, signaling that he knew, and praised his apprentice.

"Yes, finally a snack."

……

In the distance, the first and fourth emperors of the demon clan were secretly watching the battlefield, and on the other side, above the clouds, there were also big Jiao hovering.

However, they all stood by and watched, and when they saw that the mist was seriously injured by Xiao Tart and Yin Ping King, they had no intention of supporting.

Seeing a figure fleeing to the south in a hurry, several of them laughed.

"This third child is also unlucky enough, he paid for the killing blade, but he didn't succeed in his majesty, but was beaten so embarrassed."

The sudden outburst of King Yin Ping was unexpected, but it was also reasonable.

This person was originally a Six Realms seed with superior potential, and he had long been concerned by the Four Great Demon Emperors.

Back then, in order to make the golden eagle rise, several demon emperors prepared suitable challengers, who were about the same level as the golden eagle, but slightly inferior by half a point, and sent them over in vain, "feeding" an invincible road.

It can be said that King Yinping was calculated, which was the result of the joint layout of the four demon emperors.

They don't want the human race to have another emperor realm, so they often do this, preventing trouble before it happens.

This time, King Yinping's peerless knife is indeed amazing, but that's all, after all, people are too old, and after a knife, the lamp is exhausted, and the dead can't die anymore.

The Demon Emperors didn't take him to heart, but set their eyes on another remote corner.

On the battlefield, the Terran army had launched a counterattack, shouting "Avenge the King of Yinping", roaring out of the Great Wall, killing rivers of blood, countless demon beasts wailing and falling, and the wilderness dyed bright red.

Such a tragic scene, the three demon emperors didn't look at it.

This is the failure of the fog and has nothing to do with them.

At the moment, the only thing they care about is the mysterious mountain village......