C666 He Is Still Alive
C666 He Is Still Alive
It was a pair of very calm eyes. The moment he opened his eyes, Wen Yi's sleeves fluttered without any wind and his long hair floated up.
"Die!" Wen Yi only spat out one word.
He pointed forward and a beam of sword light flew out from his fingertip, instantly turning into a rain of swords that submerged the white whirlwind. Countless sword intents crisscrossed the air and the white whirlwind dissipated as if it had no roots.
Puff! The expressions of the nine black-robed men changed drastically as they simultaneously spat out a mouthful of blood.
Only the black-robed leader was safe and sound as he stared at Wen Yi in shock. The originally strange face under the black robe was now filled with fear. They never would have thought that this fellow was still alive!
"So powerful!" Ding Yi took a deep breath and squinted his eyes.
Wen Yi was still alive! How was this possible?! In the past two thousand years, even his master who had entered the Dao through a sword had passed away. How could he possibly live without entering the Deity Transformation Stage?!
A thousand years was already the limit. Other than that batch of primal gods and devils, Ding Yi had never seen a human who could truly live a long life, and most of them would age after a thousand years. Their realm would fall, their strength would be unstable, their lifespan would end, and they would perish.
However, Ding Yi had lived for five to six thousand years, and he had yet to hear of a human that had broken through their Earth Immortal and entered the Spirit Transformation realm.
Becoming a Deity was something that a human body could reach. It was almost impossible to reach the same level as becoming a primordial Fiendgod.
Even in the ancient times, Ding Yi stayed in the Earth Immortal Stage Realm for a thousand years.
The word 'god' was extremely mysterious and was not something an ordinary person could hope to reach.
At this moment, Wen Yi was standing with his hands behind his back and a cold expression on his thin face. He swept his gaze across the crowd in the palace and a trace of anger gradually appeared in his eyes.
"Qing`er, they're here again." Wen Yi muttered to himself. He turned around and looked at the coffin and gently touched the lid of it.
"Whiz!" The next moment, Wen Yi carried the coffin on his back and turned around to face the black-cloaked man. He said coldly, "You guys still aren't willing to give up after so many years?"
"Time and time again, you have come to throw away your life, what need is there for you to do so?" The moment he said that, Wen Yi's eyes turned sharp. He suddenly raised his right hand and swung it in front of him!
In an instant, the shadows of swords and the gleam of cold light could be seen everywhere!
The black-robed leader's complexion completely changed. The black robe on his head was blown off and his hair was cut in half by the cold light. The nine black-robed men behind him didn't even have the ability to resist.
Wen Yi flew down from the sky and hung horizontally in the air. He glared at the black-robed leader with sharp eyes. His entire body was like an unsheathed sword that was pointed straight at the black-robed leader.
He did not even have the courage to raise his hand to block it. He could only watch as Wen Yi got closer and closer, his eyes were bloodshot, and Wen Yi's figure grew larger and larger in his pupils, eventually occupying his entire eye.
Bang! There was a muffled sound, but at the last moment, Wen Yi stopped. He stretched out his hand and lightly tapped on the black-robed leader's body.
The black-robed leader was sent flying backwards, landing on the ground with a thud as blood began to flow out from the corner of his lips!
However, he did not die. He looked at Wen Yi in shock and tried to move his body to retreat, but he could not muster up any strength.
"Go back and tell your mistress that it is about to be obliterated by Qing`er. In the future, you don't need to send anyone else." Wen Yi said lightly as he looked at the leader with his hands behind his back.
"Good, good!" Hearing this, the leader immediately nodded his head. Afraid that Wen Yi would go back on his word, he endured the pain and stumbled out.
After the man in black left, Wen Yi sighed and returned to the platform. He looked at the walking dead people below and shook his head helplessly. "Are you still not going to show yourself?"
"Hmm?" The sudden appearance of Wen Yi's words surprised Ding Yi for a moment.
However, he soon felt relieved and decided not to hide his body anymore and walked out.
The second donkey followed behind him and looked at Wen Yi, who was trembling in fear. His face was pale and his lips were pale.
Ding Yi and Wen Yi looked at each other across space. After a long while, Wen Yi suddenly opened his mouth and said, "Can you do me a favor?"
"Help me chant the Rebirth Spell, allowing their souls to rest in peace."
Hearing that, Ding Yi was stunned.
He did not expect Wen Yi to ask him to do this. Without any hesitation, Wu Tie nodded.
Most of the life force in these people's bodies had already been sucked out. Moreover, all of them seemed as if they had lost their souls. It was almost impossible to save them; sending them to their deaths was the best choice.
With Ding Yi's affirmation, Wen Yi pointed with his finger and a sword light flashed by. In an instant, Wen Yi arrived in front of Ding Yi.
Sensing the sword aura, Ding Yi's expression changed. He wanted to dodge but the sword aura was too fast. He didn't even have time to react before the sword aura pierced through his forehead!
"Don't resist, just listen carefully. Not only will you be fine, you will also be able to comprehend the power of rebirth." A voice echoed in Ding Yi's mind.
An illusory image appeared in Ding Yi's mind. This figure was Wen Yi. His intention was not to make Ding Yi chant the Rebirth Spell, but to borrow Ding Yi's body to complete the Rebirth Ceremony.
Wen Yi was indeed powerful. With Ding Yi's current strength, he was no match for him. However, after this guy entered Ding Yi's mind, Ding Yi was no longer afraid of him.
With the strength of Ding Yi's immortal soul, trying to kill Wen Yi's projection was as easy as flipping his hand. However, he didn't do that, instead, he gave control of his body to Wen Yi and suppressed the Power of the Soul in the corner.
The reason why he did that was because Ding Yi didn't want to reveal his identity. Who knew if Wen Yi would suddenly kill him after knowing his identity.
Without absolute confidence, the current Ding Yi was no match for Wen Yi, so not revealing his identity was the best choice. I believe that Wen Yi doesn't have any intention of killing the current 'him', why would such a peerless powerhouse make a move against a little cultivator who does not have Nascent Soul Stage?
Wen Yi controlled Ding Yi's body and started to chant the Rebirth Spell. As the mysterious and ancient language floated in the palace, the originally crazed and ferocious faces calmed down. Finally, they all fell to the ground and turned into ashes that scattered in the wind.
The entire process lasted for about one incense stick of time. After completing the spell, Wen Yi withdrew his projection and looked at Ding Yi. "Your aura is a little familiar."
"Hmm?" Ding Yi's heart skipped a beat, but his expression didn't change at all.
"Forget it, how is that possible?" After a moment, Wen Yi shook his head with a lonely expression.
"How is the outside world now?" Is the sword faction still there? " When he asked this question, Wen Yi's eyes revealed a hint of hope.
Ding Yi's face had a strange expression, he didn't know how to answer him. The current world had already overturned Wen Yi's imagination, not to mention the sword faction, the entire era had ended, and it was already entering a new era!
"He's gone. The era has ended." Ding Yi shook his head with a serious expression.