At the edge of the big array, wherever Lin Yi's figure went, there were countless monks following.

In the void, one crack after another was torn open by Lin Yi, and those who were a little slower were suddenly pushed into the crack by Lin Yi's palm. To go in means to be born. However, Lin Yi was limited by cultivation, and the cracks that were torn each time were not big, so the monks had to get as close to him as possible, so that the chances of entering the cracks were greater.

"Slap me, please!"

Lin Yi's palms became a lifesaver for those who cultivated to a low level. Whenever a crack appears, it is always those who have cultivated to the highest level of cultivation to take the lead. They can only rely on Lin Yi's palm power, even if they are beaten, they are willing!

10, 100, 1,000......

"The old man is ......"

Before the old man of the Extreme Annihilation Realm of the first-line gate finished speaking, he was kicked into the crack by Lin Yi.

Behind him, the first-line disciples also entered one after another.

At the moment of crisis, Lin Yi didn't think about that line, if he knew, Lin Yi would never make a move. For the people on the front line, Lin Yi will never be able to save them.

The screams of the moment of death coincided with the cheers in the cracks, the circle was getting smaller and smaller, and the number of walking corpses around was still increasing.

Eventually, most of the monks will forever become the souls of the cave.

The last two people were Shen Ziyang and Ma Yuan.

"Brother Fang, we ......"

Lin Yi nodded, and then sent the two of them into the crack with two palms in a row. I can't remember how many people there were, but there were always three or four thousand, and Lin Yi didn't feel happy after rescuing so many people. In front of them, countless monks were lying on the ground, and there seemed to be lamentations in the void around them, expressing how many people were unwilling to die! They only wanted to get a card token, but they left their lives in this cave and became new dead souls.

Once, what a monk didn't want to soar in the daytime, but after truly becoming a monk at the level of Heavenly Immortals, he found that there was still a longer way to go......

Under the sword of the puppet, there are the most undead.

However, Lin Yi found that the puppet seemed to be deliberately hiding from him, and as long as his Immortal Divine Sword attacked him, everyone's way of life could be cut off. However, the puppet didn't do this, and Lin Yi couldn't figure out the reason.

"After saving so many people, I think you will be able to walk sideways in the Holy Spirit Star Domain one day. ”

Glancing at the gray armor puppet, Lin Yi's face was calm, and the moment Han Luo took off the gray armor, Lin Yi saw the puppet's true face.

Demon cultivation, immortal cultivation, it doesn't matter.

With a hard touch, the last crack disappeared. Lin Yi smiled slightly: "Fang Mou only wants peace of mind. ”

"It's a good one who just wants peace of mind, originally these people will become the servants of my cave house, but because of you, you are free, you have to give me an explanation!"

As soon as the hand moved, a crack suddenly appeared.

Fighting, Lin Yi knew that he was by no means the opponent of a puppet, even if the other party did not have the Zhuxian Sword, he would also die in his hands. If you can't beat it, you naturally have to escape. Confession, how to confess?

"I know you want to go, don't worry, I won't stop you. ”

The puppet's words made Lin Yi even more puzzled.

Lin Yi, who was about to enter the crack, stopped and asked, "What kind of explanation do you need from me to give you?"

"It's simple, you can just take my sword. The puppet laughed.

If he kills himself, he can suddenly attack at any time in the process of saving people, why bother asking now? For a while, Lin Yi didn't know how to answer.

Walk, just go into the crack.

But Lin Yi didn't, he wanted to know what the hell this puppet wanted to do.

"Yes. ”

After taking the sword of Zhu Xian, Lin Yi knew that it was impossible. But this sword, Lin Yi decided not to escape.

The white light had already appeared, and the Zhuxian Sword in the puppet's hand pointed at Lin Yi, and a sword qi slashed out in an instant.

The breath is already felt. This is death.

The remnant sword of the sky has long been held in his hand. When encountering Zhu Xian, one of the four great divine swords, the Mingkong Sword Spirit had no fear, on the contrary, the sound of "Didi" revealed the strong battle intent of Mingkong!

"I'm not as good as a sword. ”

Feeling Mingkong's battle intent, Lin Yi was ashamed of himself.

Zhu Xian frightened the monk's guts. As long as the puppet holds this sword, no one will dare to fight it.

When the puppet's sword stabbed out, Lin Yi felt death at the same time, but also fearful.

Perhaps, this is an instinctive reaction.

Mingkong Sword Spirit made Lin Yi feel ashamed and fall into a sense at the same time.

Is this the path of immortality pursued by monks?

In the cave, this puppet used this sword to kill countless souls, they lost, but not only in cultivation, but also in artistic conception. Now it's my turn, the same cave mansion, the same face of the powerful Zhuxian sword, chose a battle, but not choose death! However, I want to win, even if there is only one place, I have to win this puppet, and win the Immortal Sword in his hand!

The sword realm appeared in silence.

The hand has been released.

Mingkong, temporarily put away his battle intent, and disappeared at the moment when the master chose to use the sword realm.

Lin Yi's side, countless sword shadows appeared.

From a distance, the sword shadow was constantly flying, as if countless people were fighting with swords, and it was like one person manipulating tens of thousands of flying swords in array.

At this moment, Lin Yi seemed to have forgotten his situation, forgetting that there was a divine sword that made countless people frightened and attacking, and he had no sword in his heart and no sword in his mind.

The smile on his face disappeared in this moment. Zhanfei's eyes never left the sword shadow beside Lin Yi.

"Sword realm, sword path, what will be the result after merging into its Dao thoughts?"

At this time, Zhanfei hesitated.

Whether to stop Han Luo from stopping that sword attack, or to wait and see what the result is, this sword stabbing out, maybe he will die, maybe he will use the sword realm artistic conception in Dao Nian to dodge, or to stop the power of that sword, but now he can't see through it.

He can't die!

Just as he was about to make a move, another voice appeared: "No, he can." ”

This voice represents the other side of Zhanfei's heart.

Similarly, Han Luo is also in the midst of contradictions. This sword, he was just testing his sword realm, but now Lin Yi's sword realm has appeared, but it is not what he thinks in his heart. Such a sword realm has exceeded expectations.

According to Han Luo's thoughts, the goal has been achieved so far, and it is long overdue to withdraw the sword. However, he also wanted to see if the other party had the strength to take over this Immortal Sword.

The sword of the monk should be treated with his life.

The monk's sword realm can enter the Dao mind.

At this time, no sword is better than a sword, and under the Taoist thought, the sword can give birth to a soul!

I see......

Raising his hand, he waved lightly towards the void, and the sword shadow in the sky suddenly turned into a long rainbow, facing the stabbing Immortal Divine Sword.

This is the sword soul under Lin Yi's sword realm.

Zhu Xian Sword, the sound that pierced the sky suddenly stopped.

Changhong also stayed in the void.

In Han Luo's heart, an ominous premonition suddenly arose, at this moment, he actually lost control of the Zhu Immortal Sword?