"On the battlefield, it is indeed difficult for the soul!"
When Hong Yi's Yin Spirit came out of his body and rode on his sword, it violently shook off Zhao Feirong's Astral Sword. However, he also sensed a huge amount of killing intent gathering on the battlefield below. It rolled around in a radius of tens of miles.
If the world was a dangerous ocean for the soul, then this enormous killing intent was like a raging wave in the ocean, a violent storm.
Luckily, he had borrowed the power of the Spirit of the Peach God. Hong Yi's spirit was as strong as a Ghost Immortal's, and the power of his Sword Kinesis was strong. That was why he was not sent tumbling by the raging waves of the Blood Qi.
"This is just a small battle, just to wipe out a private villa. How strong is the thought and blood qi on the battlefield? If it was a battle of ten thousand people, how strong would the most elite troops be? "
Hong Yi was secretly shocked. If he did not borrow the Spirit of the Peach God, he would not be able to sustain the Kinesis Sword Kinesis for long and would fall.
"No wonder, no wonder this Taoist from the Righteous Sect. It was so difficult that the sword could not fly high and was swaying.
I said, even if he had just cultivated his Yin Spirit, his sword would not be at this level. "
"Eh? My Peach God Sword? "
"Hong Yi! You are actually not dead! "
Hong Yi's sword flew out and forced the Starry Sword back. Suddenly, a sharp scream rang out in the depths of his mind. This scream was so sharp that it seemed like it was going to rip the soul from the body.
Obviously, this was Zhao Feirong's shocking thought.
Indeed, Hong Yi was not dead. This was too shocking. Even a ghost immortal would not be able to control such a strong Explosive Flame Talisman Sword to explode with lightning fire. Within the lightning fire, his soul actually did not dissipate.
This was something that even a ghost immortal would not be able to do. However, Zhao Feirong did not stop. While she was still in shock, the dazzling starry light and the sword suddenly changed. They spread up and down, forming countless thin starry threads. They interweaved into a large net and shot out like a whirlwind, enveloping the area. Immediately, it trapped Hong Yi's Godly Peach Sword within it. Then, it tightened, like a spider coiling its web, getting tighter and tighter.
"Amazing!"
Hong Yi finally felt the power of the Daluo Saintess. It was obvious that the other party was using his Yin Spirit consciousness to gather the starlight, just like how his Moonlight Treasured Radiance Monarch Body gathered the moonlight.
This was the utilization of the Manifestation Dao Art. It could change according to one's heart's desire, materialize a body, and undergo endless changes.
What caused Hong Yi to be even more shocked was that in the battlefield below, the killing intent of thoughts and the masculine qi of blood surged like huge waves. However, the thoughts and souls of the other party did not seem to be affected in the slightest. They were like giant whales and sharks playing in the waves.
"Break!"
Hong Yi felt like he was trapped. It was extremely difficult for him to swing his sword. He was completely tied up. With a roar, he used all his strength.
Whoosh!
Using the immense power of the Peach God's Spirit, the Evil Vanquisher sword was like a dragon swinging its tail, darting around violently! In an instant, it tore through the layers of starlight threads. It violently broke free.
"Hmph, an ant will always be an ant. Even if you borrow the power of the Peach God, you won't be able to fight against me. I'll let you see the true power of the Xingxiu Yin Yang Dao."
After Hong Yi broke free, he heard Zhao Feirong's cold laugh.
He saw the starlight that Hong Yi had torn apart suddenly condense, instantly turning into the image of a little girl who was less than three feet tall. Her eyebrows were distinct, and her clothes fluttered in the wind. This little girl's face was exactly the same as Zhao Feirong's! The corners of her mouth curled up, and she wore a cold smile.
Although it was condensed from starlight, it gave off an incomparably realistic feeling. Even the skin color of the little girl's flesh could be seen clearly. Her hair that was formed from starlight fluttered in the wind, giving off a feeling of power!
When the spirit manifested, the smaller and more condensed it was, the stronger its power was.
The moment this miniature version of Zhao Feirong condensed, she suddenly flew up, almost as if she had teleported, nearing Hong Yi's Evil Vanquisher Peach God sword. Her palm suddenly curved, forming a wheel shape, and she slapped the sword!
Buzz …
A violent vibration spread through the sword. Even with Hong Yi's powerful spirit power, he actually could not control the sword! It was slapped askew by one palm!
Hong Yi did not expect Zhao Feirong to be so fast, and the power of her starlight body was so great. Murong Yan's Lead-Mercury Golden Body was pitifully weak compared to hers!
The sword tilted and shook incessantly. Hong Yi borrowed the power of the Peach God and immediately steadied himself. The sword danced up and down in the air. He fully executed the Wolf Moon Sword Art, circling around Zhao Feirong's starlight body to stab and strike!
The Wolf Moon Sword Art was originally a sword art created by Xuantian Hall that specialized in flying sword assassination. It was light, elegant, and ruthless. Its trajectory was unpredictable, and it concentrated power. It was slightly different from using the physical body to execute martial arts.
Now that Hong Yi executed it, he wanted to completely disperse Zhao Feirong's starlight body.
Once the starlight body dispersed, his thoughts would be consumed, and it would be difficult to condense it again. The power of the spirit was the same as the strength of the physical body. It could not be used endlessly. Once it was used too much, the spirit would be tired, and he would need to rest and sleep.
And Zhao Feirong condensed the starlight body, grabbed, and shook the Peach God Sword. She wanted to completely exhaust Hong Yi's spirit thoughts, and make him tired. Then, she took back the flying sword.
One man and one sword flew back and forth in the air like a rainbow. In a few breaths' time, Hong Yi had stabbed hundreds of times, and Zhao Feirong's starlight body had also violently struck the sword hundreds of times.
Hong Yi was relying on the immense power of the Peach God's spirit! He danced the Peach God Sword in the air. The impact of each sword strike had reached an astonishing level.
In terms of power and speed, the Vanquishing Sword was equivalent to a flying fist master executing the Wolf Moon Sword Art with all his might. It was even close to Wu Sheng's level.
The Peach God Sword, the sword of the Peach God Sect's sect leader, contained such immense power.
In the midst of this intense battle, the battle below grew more and more intense. Four thousand soldiers charged into the White Cloud Village, and the deathsworn and servants guarding the village fought with all their might. It was a mess.
But there were too many soldiers, and the village would soon be breached.
"You're courting death!"
Suddenly, Zhao Feirong let out a long howl, and the starlight body suddenly condensed and compressed again. Starlight boiled all over her body, and stardust danced non-stop, like dancing fireworks.
A huge amount of power exploded from the starlight body, and Zhao Feirong's palm struck the sword heavily. Then, the starlight body violently exploded, and the shockwave sent the Vanquishing Sword tumbling.
Hong Yi felt like he was reliving that day when his soul was shattered by the Explosive Flame Talisman Sword. His mind buzzed, and he knew that the other party's shattering of the starlight body had caused a huge shockwave that would injure his soul.
"Hmph? My soul is not something you can hurt. "Hong Yi laughed coldly. Suddenly, there was a flash before his eyes, and a huge starry vortex descended upon the sword!
Then, within the starry vortex, a figure of Zhao Feirong appeared.
It turned out that Zhao Feirong had used the moment when the starlight body exploded to force her soul into the sword. She wanted to destroy Hong Yi's Yin Spirit and take back the sword.
"Little ant, do you think you can fight me by borrowing the power of the Peach God? Too naive! "
The moment Zhao Feirong's soul entered the sword, there was a huge starry vortex behind her, representing endless power. Hong Yi immediately felt an overwhelming pressure.
"Is that so? Zhao Feirong. Now that my soul and the Peach God's spirit have fused together, I am a ghost immortal in the sword! Do you think you can defeat me with the sword with your power? "
Hong Yi looked at Zhao Feirong, who was in the starry vortex, and did not move.
"Do you still think you have the Explosive Flame Talisman Sword?"
"Oh? That sword is the Explosive Flame Talisman Sword? "Zhao Feirong looked at Hong Yi. Her eyes flashed with disdain. "That was secretly given to you by the Monogatari. Or did Meng Bingyun leave it for you? You are really good at hiding, but unfortunately, your dao techniques are too weak. Even if you used the supreme power of that sword to scare away my soul two days ago, I still have to tell you. But I still have to tell you now. Luck is luck. Now that I have personally descended upon the sword, I want to destroy your soul completely. Do you think you are worthy of this sword with your strength? "
"Demoness. Do you think you are worthy of this sword? "
Hong Yi laughed out loud. "The godly sword has a spirit. Now that the sword is in my hands, no matter what you say, it is useless. If you have the ability, then show me what you can do. "
"Hmph, how can Xuanji have a little bastard like you as his son? Let me get rid of you for him! Otherwise, you will ruin his wisdom. "
Zhao Feirong's eyes turned cold, and she spat out words that were as sharp as knives.
At the same time as her voice fell! The spinning galaxy behind her suddenly expanded, filling up the entire space!
The power of the spinning Milky Way seemed to want to crush everything in the sword body into pieces! Including Hong Yi's soul.
"Rakshasa King!"
Facing such oppression, Hong Yi felt the crushing power around him strangling towards him. He knew that this was the power of Zhao Feirong's soul. The so-called Yin Yang Dao of the Constellation was in between reality and illusion. Once he fell into the whirlpool of the galaxy, his soul would really be lost and in danger of being ground into pieces.
With a thought, a sea of blood surged. Within the sea of blood, a Rakshasa King holding a knife wheel emerged.
"Hmm. Rakshasa King? This is not a dao technique of the Taishang Dao. This is a dao technique of the Daizen Temple? A puny Rakshasa dares to go against the galaxy whirlpool of the Yin Yang Dao of the Constellation? "Zhao Feirong was stunned when she saw the appearance of the Rakshasa King. Then, she chuckled coldly. The boundless galaxy whirlpool expanded in an instant, trapping the Rakshasa King in it.
Following that, Hong Yi felt the scenery in front of him change. He felt that he had fallen into the boundless starry sky. It was pitch-black, with meteors flashing.
"Is this the illusion of the starry sky?"
Hong Yi's head shook. The Rakshasa King had already disappeared without a trace. He knew that he had been eliminated in an instant.
Looking around, he saw the boundless starry sky. He had no idea where the path was, and he had no idea where to enter or exit from.
Hong Yi flew furiously in the starry sky. He was extremely fast, but no matter how he flew, he could only see huge stars floating in the sky. They looked like they were right in front of him, but no matter how he flew, he could not reach them.
"This is what the starry sky above us looks like. It's not fake. This vast and boundless will is not fake. I'm trapped in it. "
Hong Yi understood in his heart.
"Puny ant, do you think that you can go against me just because you have the strength of a ghostly immortal after combining your soul with the spirit of the peach god? My galaxy whirlpool is enough to trap you to death. Even if you have the strength of a ghostly immortal now. But in terms of dao techniques, you are just a three-year-old child. How can you be a match for me? Dao techniques are not brute force. Even if it is brute force, your techniques are far inferior to mine. "
Zhao Feirong's voice came from the boundless starry sky. It was like a cat playing with a mouse.
"I have no way to use my strength now. Her galaxy whirlpool, even if I know it's an illusion, I can't break it! "Hong Yi ignored Zhao Feirong's teasing.
Although Hong Yi's soul power was strong now, he was like a martial artist who suddenly obtained Wu Sheng's power. He was still lacking in terms of usage and training. If he met a martial grandmaster, he would definitely lose.
"But why didn't that bitch Meng Bingyun teach you the dao techniques of the Taishang Dao? Instead, she let you learn the dao techniques of the Daizen Temple? What a foolish woman. The Taishang Dao claims to be the number one dao in the world. I heard that Meng Bingyun was also unparalleled in the past. I think she's as foolish as a pig. Xuan Ji broke her dao heart with just a few words and took over her body and body, leaving behind a bastard like you. Haha. Haha. Haha, there's actually such a foolish woman in the world. "
In the boundless starry sky, a teasing voice came.
"Little bastard, don't worry. Your soul seems to have cultivated the secret technique of the Daizen Temple. I can't do anything to you for now, but I'll trap you for a few decades. For a hundred years, I'll let you enjoy eternal loneliness in the boundless starry sky. "
"Zhao Feirong, I'm going to tear you into pieces!"
A strong wave of anger rose in Hong Yi's heart.
In his anger, Hong Yi forcibly visualized the image of Ming Of Silla in the Amitabha Sutra! At the same time, the sutra under the image of Ming Of Silla flowed in his heart.
"As I have heard. The Revered One of the World said, Ming Of Silla is the fury of Buddha, burning everything. … "
Rumble!
The entire boundless starry sky shook. A gigantic golden demonic god with four faces, eight arms, and a vertical eye between its brows rose from the void.
As soon as this golden demonic god appeared, the vertical eye between its brows opened immediately. Endless red flames shot out from the vertical eye. Wherever the flames burned, the starry sky began to collapse and disintegrate!
In the blink of an eye, the starry sky was completely obliterated. Everything was covered in flames. Within the flames was an incomparably furious thought, a thought that could burn everything.
"Ming Of Silla!"
Shen Fei Rong's shrill cry came from within the flames!
This visualization of Ming Of Silla was the highest mystique in the Amitabha Sutra. In the sutra, Ming Of Silla was like the fury of Buddha. When Buddha was enraged, Ming Of Silla appeared. The vertical eye between its brows shot out endless flames, destroying everything in the world. The void of the world, the universe, everything.
Originally, with the power of Hong Yi's soul, it was impossible for him to visualize Ming Of Silla. Even if he forced himself to visualize it, his soul would first be burned by the fury of Buddha.
But now, with the combination of Hong Yi's soul and the Spirit of the Peach God, it was incomparably strong and had the power of a ghostly immortal. With such a powerful thought and extreme anger, he finally understood the Amitabha Sutra and visualized Ming Of Silla, destroying Fei Rong's Galaxy Vortex and severely injuring her soul.
Shen Fei Rong would never have imagined that Hong Yi had learned the Amitabha Sutra. Of course, if she had not entered the Celestial Peach Sword, Hong Yi naturally would not have been able to do anything to her. This was because only in the Celestial Peach Sword could Hong Yi borrow the power of the Spirit of the Peach God.
Hearing the scream, Hong Yi entered the Buddha of the Past. Immediately, Ming Of Silla gradually disappeared, and so did the flames. Within the sword. Shen Fei Rong's soul had already disappeared without a trace.
Hong Yi knew that her injuries this time were even more serious than when she was hit by the Explosive Flames Talisman Sword. Killing her was a golden opportunity!
There had never been a moment when Hong Yi's killing intent was so unwavering!
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