The pale faces melted like white snow in the twisted struggle, and finally together with the body, they turned into wisps of blue smoke and disappeared into the sky and earth.
Yiran's vision also became blurry, as if he saw those remnant souls transformed into emperors.
And in the eyes of those remnant souls, Yiran saw extremely complex emotions.
Some emperors had completely lost their clarity and were left with only ferocity and cruelty. Some looked at Yiran with vicious eyes full of complaints, but most of them still showed their relief after being relieved.
Yiran felt very tired. He didn't know why he could see the souls of those emperors. He just wanted to close his eyes and take a good rest.
Xiaobai stepped forward and reached out to support Yiran's shoulders to prevent Yiran from falling directly.
The array spirit looked at the dissolving Yin spirit with great excitement, feeling that the anger in his heart was being swept away, and that thousands of years of forbearance were finally bearing fruit at this moment.
The space no longer continued to vibrate, and once again fell into deathly darkness. Only the cage made of the sacred energy of the dragon veins was still emitting dazzling light.
"Hahaha, hahaha, it really pleases my heart!"
Although the voice of the array spirit was old, it no longer seemed sad at all.
No one can understand the pain and anger in the hearts of the formation spirits for thousands of years.
As a formation spirit, he has lost control of the formation. He can only watch the monks who died silently on Duandao Cliff year after year, day after day, and let their remaining souls be absorbed by the formation. Condensed into a Yin spirit.
But he could only endure it silently for ten years, a hundred years, and a thousand years!
"I, the Emperor, can finally be liberated. It has been ten thousand years. How many monks have been unable to reincarnate because of this formation. I, the Emperor, am sorry for you!"
The formation spirit wept and complained, venting the sadness that had been suppressed in its heart for thousands of years.
Yiran and Xiaobai both chose to remain silent. They didn't know Zhenling's experience, so naturally they couldn't empathize with him.
They were just happy for the formation spirit, feeling that Duandaoya finally no longer had to be the sinister and sinister Jedi before.
Their hearts settled down a little, and smiles appeared on their faces.
"Senior Formation Spirit, can you activate the formation now to let us out?"
Xiaobai was a little worried about Yiran's condition and asked.
The formation spirit calmed down its emotions slightly, but still couldn't hide its joy and said:
"I will try to control the formation center to activate the formation."
The formation spirit flew towards the imperial tripod which was silent due to the dissipation of the Yin spirit.
When the formation spirit came to the cauldron, he was suddenly stunned because a figure with an evil smile suddenly appeared at the mouth of the cauldron and was silently corroding him.
"Want to activate the formation to make them leave?"
"But the bet between the emperor and them has not been fulfilled yet!"
The formation spirit stepped back in astonishment, Xiaobai also had a look of disbelief in his eyes, and Yiran forced himself to take a breath and look at Huangding.
"Why, are you allowed to have a backup plan and are you not allowed to leave any true spirit in the imperial cauldron?"
Looking at the middle-aged man in green shirt in front of him, Yiran felt a little weak.
The closer he gets to the truth of history, the easier it is for him to encounter enemies that are far beyond his abilities.
When the time and place are all in someone else's hands, how can he turn danger into a desperate situation every time?
You know, at this moment he has become an evil person!
"I will look for an opportunity to detonate the dragon ball later. If I can blow away the formation, you don't have to worry about me and leave immediately!"
"If I can't blast the formation, then we will have to die here together."
Xiaobai spoke to Yiran through the soul contract.
Yiran remained silent. In his current state, even if Xiaobai could really break the formation, could he really escape?
The middle-aged man in blue shirt stepped down from the imperial cauldron step by step. His body gradually became solid, and the gloomy aura before was no longer there.
"I also have to thank you for clearing away those remnant soul marks, allowing me to return to myself and reshape my true body. The emperor I am now is really just the emperor." 33
"Use yourself to condense hundreds of avenues, and finally embark on the holy path that belongs to me!"
Yiran looked at the gentle middle-aged man in blue shirt and wanted to ask, but in the end he chose to remain silent because he didn't think that a Yin spirit with complete intelligence would think about problems from the standpoint of the human race. He would never Not everyone will become an ally like Li Jiner!
The middle-aged man in green shirt came not far away from Yiran and looked at Yiran calmly.
"There are too many secrets in you, and you are indeed the one who deserves to be robbed."
"So you can rest assured that this emperor will never let you down. Ten thousand years ago, I died in the hands of a saint in battle, and I will never let that scene happen again in this life."
"Even if I am a Yin spirit, I will definitely have to fight against the saint!"
At this moment, the middle-aged man in blue shirt actually gave people a heroic feeling, making people feel inexplicably worthy of entrustment.
But Yiran knew very well that the middle-aged man in blue shirt ten thousand years ago might really be a hero of the human race, but ten thousand years later he was already a ghost stained with the blood of his own race.
And his purpose of resisting the saint would only be to establish his own Yin Ling Emperor.
"My name is Chenkun. Yiran, please remember my name and then get on your way!"
…
Su Changan was bored and sat in front of the cliff doing nothing. He would stand on the edge of the cliff and look into the distance, and then he would lie on the ground and look up at the sky, but he did not meditate.
Just like this day after day, he has been staying in Duandao Cliff for more than a month.
On this day, he suddenly asked the young man next to him on a whim:
"Hu Tianyue, you said that thousands of years have passed, why hasn't the world gotten better at all?"
Hu Tianyue said with a blank look:
"I don't know."
Su Changan stopped looking at Hu Tianyue and continued:
"Magic and martial arts are just dead ends deliberately passed down by saints. Therefore, even if the emperor practices hard for hundreds of years, he will not be able to cross the imperial level and become a saint."
Su Changan didn't seem to care at all what secrets he revealed, and then continued with some nostalgia:
"In every era, there are a few extremely talented people that even I have to admire. They have found new paths on these two paths and reached new peaks in combat power, almost comparable to saints."
So Su Changan couldn't help but sigh, and then concluded:
"But he still died in the hands of a saint!"
Hu Tianyue was a little confused as to why Su Changan suddenly spoke too much today, but he had no intention of answering and just listened attentively.
"There is nothing wrong with the path I am taking. Apart from magic and martial arts, it is a smooth path that can lead directly to the holy level."
"Ten thousand years ago, I was indeed a little selfish. I didn't pass on my orthodoxy earlier. As a result, I had to fight alone against all the saints in the final battle."
"But at the last moment, this emperor passed on the method of cultivation."
"For thousands of years, how many people in this world have practiced the techniques passed down by this emperor, but why has nothing changed in this world?"
Su Changan's voice was a little heavy, and there seemed to be a little sadness in his tone.
"The human heart! Before truly facing a desperate situation, everyone will always have luck in their hearts. Even I am no exception."
Su Changan stood on the edge of the cliff with a serious face and looked into the distance:
"The avenue should not be a single-plank bridge that can only accommodate oneself, but should be like the vast sun that can accommodate all living beings!"
"So there should always be a few fellow Taoists who walk the same path!"
Su Changan was talking to himself but suddenly laughed:
"Okay, Yiran, it's not bad to be able to do this. Next, let's see my Emperor's Sky-Opening Sword!"
Su Changan took a step away from the cliff, and his aura began to rise.
When Su Changan took the second step, the awe-inspiring power of heaven shrouded the world.
When Su Chang'an took the third step, even the formation above his head could not isolate his breath. Thunderclouds rolled down from the sky higher than the formation and fell towards the world.
…
"Yi Ran, I would like to thank you for your gift!"
Chenkun smiled and stretched out his hand towards Yiran, wanting to peel off his soul and then refine the secret he wanted.
However, just as Chen Kun stretched out his hand, the mighty power of heaven shrouded the formation.
"Kakaka..."
Thunder pillars with world-destroying power fell down one after another, causing the formation to stagger and sway.
Chen Kun looked at the sky absentmindedly. Through the formation, he could clearly see the rolling thunderclouds sweeping in all directions.
He was a little confused. Even thousands of years ago, he had never seen magic that could cause changes in the world.
But he soon remembered something and said to himself in a panic:
"It is said that the martial arts practiced by Su Changan will inevitably lead to thunder and punishment from heaven and earth every time he breaks through the realm. Could such a powerful thunder and punishment be caused by someone who has practiced that kind of martial arts and breaks through to the imperial level?"
He looked at Yiran and became even more confused when he found that Yiran showed no signs of breakthrough.
So he looked through the formation to the earth below.
A ray of sword light was seen, instantly making the whole world look bleak.
Although the sword light has not yet been handed out, everyone who sees the sword light feels like a light on their backs.
When Chen Kun saw a young man climbing up the cliff below, preparing to hand his sword to the sky, he finally felt a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart.
Especially after hearing the other party's words, the uneasiness instantly turned into panic.
"Chenkun, you are really getting better and better as you live, but as a strong man in the late imperial stage, you have become a ghost, and you still bully the younger generations so shamelessly."
"Why, do you think that by taking away their opportunity, you can become a person like me, Su Changan?"
Chen Kun was immediately frightened and could no longer care about depriving Yi Ran of his soul, and hurriedly fled towards the imperial cauldron.
And Su Changan's voice sounded again:
"Yi Ran, do you know that there are some opportunities that you don't need to ask for, as long as you can break through yourself, you can see a more beautiful scenery."
"Perhaps this statement is a bit empty, then let's see what I do next!"
The sword light was finally extended, and the edge was instantly restrained. Only the aura of fearlessness of heaven and earth filled the world.
Su Changan seemed to be talking to himself:
"One of my swords can open the sky - one sword of mine can open Chang'an!"
At the next moment, the formation broke the imperial cauldron, the thunder and punishment dispersed, and the world returned directly to Qingming.
Some people died, but not completely...
