She really didn't want to live in a muddle at all.
"Back then, Demon Emperor Zi Mo tried to attack the Demon Emperor, but something went wrong during the breakthrough. In order to save his life, he chose to temporarily let his body die."
And this operation?
Lin Qi was quite shocked.
Seeing Lin Qi's unusual and strange appearance, the White-robed True Lord didn't dislike her either.
"There are so many secret arts and magical arts in the world. When you leave the sect and have more experience, you will naturally know them."
Knowing that Lin Qi did not have a master to teach her, True Lord Baiyi would still occasionally help True Lord Qingyun fulfill his obligations as a master and answer her questions.
"There are natural drawbacks to using this method. One of them is that the soul and the body sleep together, and it takes several years to awaken. When you wake up, you cannot enter the body, and your cultivation level will be greatly reduced."
Lin Qi was puzzled, "If he is a divine soul, how can the Demon Emperor Zi Mo walk around freely? I think he is no different from ordinary people?"
"It's just that the soul took away the body. Now that I'm back, I've just raised the soul and prepared to regain the body."
Lin Qi woke up suddenly and realized a terrible thing, "His original cultivation level can attack the Demon Emperor. If he returns to his true body, his cultivation level will go from Nascent Soul to Mahayana all at once?!"
"The Mahayana is not perfect, but the transformation into gods is safe."
The white-robed True Monarch looked forward with deep eyes, "Why do you think the sect sent me to guard this place?"
Lin Qi didn't ask any questions.
She didn't know much about the difference between the Nascent Soul Master, but she vaguely knew that Baiyi Zhenjun was the Nascent Soul Master many years ago.
He once tried to break through to become a god. Although he failed, he was still considered to be the best master among the sect's transformed gods.
When she saw True Monarch in White at the Demon King's Tomb, she was so surprised that she didn't know what to say.
Although she had been suppressed, Lin Qi still couldn't help but ask: "Uncle, can you still deal with Demon Emperor Zi Mo now? If he returns to his true form..."
"He can't come back!" The White-robed True Monarch said firmly, his tone extremely certain.
Lin Qi had no time to continue asking why.
The wall in front of him suddenly collapsed layer by layer. Like a wooden bridge that had been knocked down.
Dazzling light shot from a distance, and several powerful auras appeared in front of him.
As expected, they were all acquaintances.
Yuan Wang's figure disappeared, leaving only Demon Emperor Zi Mo confronting another evil cultivator. Yuan Xi stood quietly in mid-air, his eyes calm, as if waiting for something.
Near Zi Mo and another evil cultivator, there was a huge purple round wooden box with complex and mysterious purple cloud and falcon patterns carved on it.
If you look carefully, every Purple Cloud Falcon above seems to be alive, with sharp and deep eyes, fresh and majestic.
The white-clothed True Lord moved his fingertips slightly, his eyes calm, "That purple round box is the coffin of the Demon Emperor."
"A round coffin? It's so big. This is the first time I've seen it."
In the flash of lightning, Lin Qi suddenly figured it out, "What is inside is the body of the purple ink monster!"
The white-robed True Monarch did not deny it, but only seriously warned, "You should stay as far away as possible. If chaos breaks out later, I may not be able to take care of you."
Lin Qihe and Mei nodded at the same time.
They all cherish their lives!
As soon as the White-clothed True Monarch finished speaking, Demon Emperor Zi Mo gained the upper hand in the battle and struck the opposite evil cultivator towards Lin Qi and others' position with one strike.
Lin Qi's eyes opened slightly, and she was thinking about how to escape, when the white-clothed True Monarch in front of her had already flown forward.
He Mei pulled her, fearing that she would lose her mind and follow him, "Demon Emperor Zi Mo has obviously made up his mind to drag the White-robed True Monarch into trouble. You are just seeking death by following him!"
It's not nice to say it, but it's the truth.
Lin Qi nodded, "I won't hold you back!"
Hemei glanced at her and hesitated to speak.
Lin Qi was looking at her senior sister and didn't notice her expression.
The white-clothed True Lord struck down with his white-clothed sword from the head, almost splitting the Nascent Soul Evil Cultivator in half.
The evil cultivator used the fastest speed in his life to barely escape the blow, leaving half his life and one arm broken.
Zi Mo took advantage of the victory to pursue, and his palms turned into claws. Purple evil energy filled his palms, surging like a wave, and rushed towards the evil cultivator.
The evil cultivator was one against two, unable to deal with the situation, and suddenly shouted: "Yuan Wang, if you don't come out, be careful I take this broken corpse with me and die together!"
His voice was like a yellow bell, deafening, spreading around, and invisible sound waves vibrating against the walls, shaking left and right.
For those with low cultivation levels, such as Lin Qi and He Mei, their brains felt as if they had been hit hard by a hammer. They were so painful that they almost exploded. Their eyes were blood red and their ears were wet.
He raised his hand and wiped it, and there was blood all over it.
This is the strength of the powerful Nascent Soul...
Lin Qi quietly suppressed the shock in her heart, took a deep breath, and mobilized the spiritual energy in the spiritual platform to resist the sound waves.
Following his shout, Demon Emperor Zi Mo and Yuan Xi in the air tensed up, just waiting to deal with the surprise attack.
Unexpectedly, after a long while, the surroundings were deathly silent, and the expected person did not appear.
Zi Mo's face showed displeasure, feeling that he was being played by this person, and with hidden anger, he raised his hand and wanted to take someone's life.
The evil cultivators were retreating steadily, and when they saw that they were about to hit the purple round coffin, the white-clothed True Monarch who had been silent all this time suddenly took action and crossed it with his sword out of thin air.
The sword is gleaming with cold light.
The powerful long sword carried a monstrous wave of swords and attacked the two of them, intending to kill them both with one sword.
Zi Mo was startled and was forced to fend off the enemy.
Xie Xiu just breathed a sigh of relief, thinking he had escaped disaster, when he turned around and saw a rapidly enlarging cold light sword, and his heart suddenly rose to his throat.
The three people present were not simple people. Zi Mo wanted to drag the True Lord in White into the battle, but how could the True Lord in White let him succeed so easily.
When the two of them saw clearly where the sword had landed, their eyes were filled with tears and their breathing paused for a long time.
Lin Qi, who was secretly watching the battle, was also shocked, "Uncle, you want to destroy that coffin?!"
He Mei responded quietly: "Maybe it's more like destroying the body in the coffin."
This is why Zi Mo is so shocked and even angry.
"You dare!"
There was another roar, and Lin Qi subconsciously mobilized her spiritual energy to protect her body. Before she could receive the sonic aftershocks, a figure suddenly struck like a stream of light.
When Demon Emperor Zi Mo resisted the sword in white, a black sword struck hard on the huge round coffin.
In an instant, the chirping of birds and animals threatened to tear through the sky.
"It's Yuan Wang!" Lin Qi endured the pain and looked ahead. She could vaguely see the figure. When she saw the intact Yuan Wang, she was shocked, "Why is there no injury on his body?"
He Mei: "The high priest of the Tianji Sect is known to be as cunning as a fox. Since he is targeting the body of the Demon King, how can he be so easily injured and defeated?"
This is the truth, but at this time, Yuan Wang, who is at the peak of his strength, joins the battlefield. Unless the white-clothed master uncle and the demon emperor Zi Mo join forces to deal with it, Yuan Wang may be the first to succeed!
Yuan Xi, who had been silent all this time, moved at this moment!
Typos will be corrected later.
