Luo Yi's eyes flashed red.
Although his arm was broken, the bloodthirsty look on his face had not faded at all.
Luo Yi walked forward with one arm, the black evil flames on his body flickering on and off.
Meng Kun looked extremely ugly. This was the first time that he was forced to this point by a sixth-level Fusion Realm monk!
The Life Soul Clone, the Life Talisman, and finally the Spirit Explosion Talisman, which was extremely expensive and difficult to refine, were all used.
But even so, Luo Yi is still not dead.
An unknown fire also rose in Meng Kun's heart.
I want to see how hard you can be to kill!
Meng Kun held an extremely obscure magic seal with both hands. Although Meng Kun was famous for his talismans, his methods were by no means limited to that!
Meng Kun's cold voice echoed throughout this place.
"The Five Prisons Killing Formation."
Meng Kun's complexion instantly turned pale.
Obviously, this magical power is not that easy to perform even for Meng Kun.
Especially with the current body of his life soul clone.
The ground began to shake, and five simple stone pillars slowly rose from the ground.
The five stone pillars seemed to guard the five directions, trapping Luo Yi like a trapped beast!
A flash of anger suddenly appeared on Luo Yi's face. Like a wild beast, he wanted to break out of the cage, but a dark barrier suddenly appeared between the five stone pillars.
When Luo Yi touched the black barrier, an inexplicable force instantly knocked Luo Yi back.
Luo Yi roared and rushed towards the barrier again. At the same time, he stretched out his one arm and punched the barrier!
"boom!"
The dragon's one-arm, coupled with the tough physique of Luo Yi's undefeated golden body, could not shake the barrier at all!
Luo Yi growled unwillingly, and Meng Kun, who was standing in mid-air against the wind, sneered. This Five Prison Killing Formation is a veritable earth-level skill. Although it is only low-grade, it is already extremely rare.
The entire Tyrant Dynasty may not be able to find a second local-level technique!
After all, there is more than a slight difference between the dynasty's power and those sects on the mountain. Just talking about this technique is already a world of difference.
Some large sects have secret techniques that are not taught, and even some heaven-level techniques are so powerful that they can be called terrifying.
The levels of the skills are slightly different from those of divine weapons. The skills are only divided into four levels: Heaven, Earth, Xuanhuang.
The heavenly rank is respected, and the yellow rank is the lowest.
Of course, above the heavenly level, there are also the immortal level techniques.
It is also referred to as...immortal method.
But that kind of magic is extremely rare even among the big sects on the mountain.
As the magic formula in Meng Kun's hand changed again, the Five Prisoners' Killing Formation instantly glowed with an even more dazzling light.
Luo Yi, who was in the formation, felt as if the ground was sinking, and a terrifying gravity swept over Luo Yi instantly!
The gravity in these five prison killing formations suddenly became dozens of times stronger!
Luo Yi staggered and was almost crushed to the ground.
If it weren't for the fact that he had the Invincible Golden Body by his side, ordinary people would be reduced to a puddle of mud in less than three breaths if they were suppressed by this formation.
Even so, Luo Yi was still crushed to the ground.
The gravity in the formation is getting stronger and stronger, as if it will never end.
Luo Yi's skin was squeezed out with tiny bloody lines, as if it was about to split.
Especially the wound on his broken arm, under the pressure of this gravity, blood flowed out like a spring.
Luo Yi's face turned pale, but he was still growling unwillingly at this moment.
In mid-air, Meng Kun snorted coldly.
In the end, it’s not about dying.
He closed his eyes slightly, and powerful spiritual consciousness suddenly emerged.
Since you don't want to take the initiative to speak, don't blame me for using the soul-binding secret technique to probe your memory!
This method is indeed heretical and not very perfect.
Those whose memories are probed often have their souls damaged. To put it simply, they will become a madman.
Meng Kun was also wary of Luo Yi. After all, even now, Meng Kun was not sure what the strange picture in his sea of consciousness was.
Fortunately, the soul-searching technique does not require entering the monk's sea of consciousness.
Meng Kun made a secret with one hand, and a strange wave instantly invaded Luo Yi's mind!
If everyone's memory is a thick book, then Meng Kun is the one who turns the page at this moment.
Luo Yi's memory was randomly reviewed by Meng Kun.
But there was such a scene that caught Meng Kun's attention.
Luo Yi was wearing silver armor and was surrounded by two groups of cavalry, supporting him on the left and right.
Luo Yi rode his horse in a small town, and the people on the street turned to look at him with awe and fear in their eyes.
A famous poet from the Luo Dynasty once said this.
"When prosperity occurs, the people suffer. When it dies, the people suffer."
Important matters for the family and the country, troops are ordered on the battlefield, and blood stains thousands of miles at every turn.
But these traffickers and lackeys, when they open their eyes every day, all they think about is how to feed their families.
Those thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, with swords, guns, swords and halberds, were too high and far away for them to see or understand.
Luo Yi rode his horse to an old house with a smile on his face.
He took two jugs of wine from Wei Qing's hand, then got off his horse. Wei Qing and others did not enter the house, but acted as door gods at the door.
Luo Yi originally wanted to knock on the door before entering, but after thinking about it, for fear of appearing unfamiliar, he just pushed the door open and entered.
The courtyard of the old house is not big and can be seen at a glance.
Although the yard is old, it is clean and tidy. There are some farming tools, hoes, shovels, poles and so on.
There was only one object that actually seemed a bit out of place.
It was a gun that looked very ordinary, with a white handle and a silver tip, and a red spike at the end of the tip.
This gun was placed in a corner, a little dusty. Luo Yi was already used to this gun.
It's been over ten years since...
Luo Yi walked into the small courtyard and called with a smile: "Uncle?"
After a while, a thin, middle-aged man with slightly white temples walked out wearing a long gown that had been washed and turned white.
Although he works in the crop fields all year round, as soon as he returns home, he will change into a scholar's gown, and for so many years, he has never changed into this one.
When the middle-aged man saw Luo Yi, a smile appeared on his face.
"Won?"
"Yeah." Luo Yi nodded.
"Sit." The middle-aged man took the seat first, followed by Luo Yi.
He pushed the two jars of wine in front of his uncle and said with a smile, "Try it?"
"Try it." The middle-aged man smiled and nodded.
Luo Yi opened the seal, and the aroma of wine suddenly filled the entire small courtyard.
There were bowls on the table, so Luo Yi poured two bowls directly. The middle-aged man took the first sip from the wine bowl and nodded.
"Yes, good wine."
Luo Yi smiled. The middle-aged man sat upright, paused, and then said: "When you return to Beijing this time, say hello to your mother for me."
Luo Yi put his elbows on the table, cupped his cheeks, and said casually: "Still don't want to go to the capital? Even if you don't become an official, you can still be a businessman in the capital."
The middle-aged man shook his head. He looked down at the drink, and a hint of complexity seemed to flash through his eyes.
He raised his head, looked at Luo Yi and said, "The walls of the capital are too high, and it's too cold when the wind blows."
Luo Yi grinned, "Wouldn't it be better to wear two more clothes?"
The middle-aged man looked at Luo Yi's clear eyes and still shook his head.
Then he said something incomprehensible: "You will understand in the future."
Luo Yi shrugged his shoulders, picked up the wine bowl, touched it lightly with his uncle, and drank it all in one gulp.
The two of them sat in the small courtyard until dusk, until the sky was filled with sunset.
Luo Yi was slightly drunk, and his cheeks were a little red.
The middle-aged man also smelled of alcohol. Just before Luo Yi left, he suddenly stopped Luo Yi.
Then he took out a bracelet from somewhere and threw it to him without saying a word.
Luo Yi caught it, twitched the corners of his mouth, but also said nothing.
The middle-aged man with slightly white temples saw Luo Yi out, then stood at the door with his hands folded on his abdomen, watching Luo Yi get on his horse, and then slowly walked away.
When Luo Yi could no longer be seen, the middle-aged man shook his sleeves gently, and the smell of alcohol had dissipated.
He walked slowly back to the yard, but before he had taken a few steps, he suddenly stopped and then looked back.
The strange thing is that wherever he looked, there was no one at all...
But Meng Kun, who was checking Luo Yi's memory at the moment, his pupils suddenly shrank, and his whole body felt like he had fallen into an ice cave!
That man is looking at him! !
How can this be! ! !
The middle-aged man looked at it quietly for a while, then the corner of his mouth curled up, like...sarcasm.
It's also like...disdain.
After a long while, he finally turned around slowly, and then said softly.
"That's all."
Just after he said these words, Meng Kun suddenly groaned and spit out a mouthful of blood!
As the prime minister of the Tyrant Dynasty, he looked horrified.
Impossible... This is absolutely impossible...
Meng Kun's inner lake felt as if a huge boulder had been thrown down, and a stormy sea suddenly arose.
How can the person in memory look into the eyes of the person in the present moment?
And it is clear that Luo Yi has left, where did this memory scene come from?
Is it a coincidence?
So what does he mean by this?
What is the identity of this middle-aged man with slightly white temples?
Meng Kun frowned. He was unwilling to give up. He hadn't gotten Luo Yi's secret yet, so how could he give up so easily?
He refused to give up and continued to check Luo Yi's memory until...
That day.
The imperial court is stained with blood, brothers turn against each other, and father and son become enemies.
Luo Tianchen's condescending and indifferent eyes, Luo Feng's disdainful and sarcastic smile, Luo Yi fell in a pool of blood, anger and unwillingness filling his eyes.
And then……
Meng Kun saw a scene that shocked his heart.
The bracelet is broken.
Everything is silent, as if time has stopped.
In a world of nothingness, someone calls himself...the Heaven-Swallowing Divine Emperor...
In an instant, Meng Kun's body shook. He staggered several steps in mid-air and almost fell to the ground.
At this moment, Meng Kun's face, who was far away in the capital, suddenly turned pale.
Suddenly, a stream of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
Meng Kun's breath fluctuated up and down, and finally slowly fell silent.
He fell down.
