"King Yinping, stay!"
On the battlefield, several human kings spoke out to dissuade him.
"The old prince has made countless contributions to the human race. There is no need to sacrifice anymore. Just leave this place to us."
King Youzun wanted to stop him, but he was entangled by the demon kings and couldn't get away.
As for other practitioners, there is no way to stop a fifth-level body refiner who has made up his mind to go.
The demon clan would not stand in the way, obediently obeying Wu Ming's will, and moved to both sides, casting hungry and expectant glances.
Although the flesh and blood of the Fifth Realm Body Refiner is not as good as the Demon King Demon Pill, it is still full of temptation to these big demons.
They imagined the scene of Wu Ming tearing the body trainer to pieces, and couldn't help but raise the corners of their mouths, and the smelly saliva kept flowing out.
A road that seemed to lead to death, soaked in a pool of blood, started from the feet of King Yinping and went straight into the depths of the mist.
The white-haired King Yinping held a sword on his waist and stared straight at the figure in the fog without squinting.
The five realms faced the six realms, but they still had high fighting spirit.
"Back then, you used your calculations to determine my path to invincibility. Today, my path to invincibility begins with you."
In the past, an invincible golden eagle rose up under Wu Ming's command, swept away all demon kings, and became famous all over the world.
The Golden Eagle publicly challenged King Yinping, claiming that this man was just a fake invincible, and that once he met a real genius, his true colors would be revealed.
Invincible meets invincible, the realm is the same, but tit for tat. In this case, only one party can continue to go forward.
In the final fair battle, King Yin Ping was defeated by the Golden Eagle, and as a result, he killed a friend who came to rescue him, causing his Taoist heart to be broken and his strength to plummet.
Years later, it was discovered that it was Wu Ming who secretly injected the demon emperor's essence and blood into the golden eagle to encourage it, and then deliberately arranged various opponents to support such an invincible demon king.
Even the golden eagle himself didn't know about it at first and thought it was an unexpected encounter.
It wasn't until the end that it couldn't control the rich imperial blood in its body and exploded to death in public, and the truth was revealed.
This layout lasted for forty years, at the cost of serious injuries and deaths of more than a dozen demon kings, just to stop King Yinping and cut off his path to invincibility.
When the Human Emperor found out about this, he became furious and went out in person to attack the hinterland of the Golden Eagle Clan.
They also captured a large number of young eagles, took them back and trained them for generations, and used them as birds to pull dragon chariots as a humiliation and warning.
But King Yinping's path was finally cut off.
Once the spirit is weak, no matter how difficult it is to regain it, it will always be a little worse than before.
And the real culprit, Demon Emperor Wu Ming, has not received decent revenge and is still arrogant...
In the center of the battlefield, King Yinping tightened his grip on the handle of his sword.
The past was wasted. He once stood on the top of a mountain, but fell off the cliff. First he was praised and admired by thousands of people, and then he suffered countless accusations and ridicules.
Looking back, four hundred years later, his former companions have passed away, and the entire generation that admired him and scolded him are also gone.
Back then, he was an unparalleled king, invincible, and was hailed as the hope of the human race. He was proud of himself and looked at the world's heroes with a smile.
Now there is only an old man left, with gray beard and hair, a stooped back, and a desolate figure, standing alone among countless monsters.
This is the power of time, cold, cruel, and ruthless.
King Yinping was already accustomed to this feeling. His face was calm at the moment, and he strode forward towards the depths of the mist.
The outcome of this trip was unpredictable, but after all, he was not the character to sit still and wait for death. After being awakened by the white-robed scholar's words, he just wanted to give it one last try, hoping not to leave any regrets...
Gradually, thousands of big monsters around became commotion.
They saw something was wrong.
Some incredible changes are taking place in King Yin Ping!
With every step he took, the wrinkles on his face diminished, his waist became straighter, and his steps became brisker.
It seems that we are going against the long river of time, getting younger and more energetic as we go.
This old king burst out all his life force, like a shooting star in the sky, releasing brilliance that filled the sky, shining brightly in an instant.
At the end, he strode as fast as flying, his momentum was as strong as a rainbow, and he rushed straight into the mist.
The true way of invincibility is to become stronger when encountering strength, and become stronger when encountering strength.
Time has no solution? The demon emperor is undefeated?
He didn't believe it, he wasn't willing to accept it.
Then, cut it off first!
The wind blows, the fog rises, and the sky and the earth become dark.
In the eyes of countless surprised and doubtful eyes, a chant spread from the depths of the mist, blowing across thousands of miles of wilderness with the fierce wind.
"Why remember hundreds of years? Today I still kill the enemy with one sword."
The noisy battlefield suddenly fell silent, with no sound at all.
Wu Ming's arrogant and disdainful laughter had already stopped abruptly.
Above the battlefield, a crack in space seemed to appear, quietly rippling away like ripples on the surface of a lake.
The sky was filled with clouds and mist, split into two, and suddenly opened up.
A blood flower, as magnificent as a red plum, vivid and blooming silently at the end of the thick fog...
The silence ends and the world returns to normal.
The next moment, the vast clouds and mist dissipated, Wu Ming's figure had disappeared, and the killing blade with so much evil energy was also missing.
The sky is clear and the sun is shining.
Xiao Ta stood on the wilderness, clapped his hands and laughed, "Okay! Okay!"
King Yinping sat aside and returned to his old appearance. He stuck the knife on the ground and smiled when he heard the words: "Xiao Emperor, what do you think of this knife?"
Xiao Tat said seriously: "I don't know what happened in the past, but in the past thousand years, your sword has been the strongest in the human race."
King Yinping nodded, accepted this evaluation calmly, and just sighed:
"Unfortunately, it's still a little bit worse."
It was just a little short of being able to cut through Wu Ming's demon pill.
It was also a little short of being able to live towards death and advance to the imperial realm at the last moment. The first limit stumped countless heroes, and it also stumped him who had run out of fuel.
"So it still failed?"
The cold wind was blowing, and King Yinping's momentum quickly weakened, and his complexion gradually became dull.
His mind wandered, recalling scenes from his life and that day in his youth.
Mountain rain, ruined temples, spider webs.
A spider, hanging on the silk, swayed, trying to mend its broken web.
But it was knocked down by raindrops again and again.
It didn't seem to feel tired or depressed, but in the end, its body was wetted by raindrops, and it lay helplessly in the water.
"Failure is indeed a constant throughout life."
However, at this moment, King Yinping had a calm expression and slowly smiled.
He finally saw that success and failure were not that important.
With this amazing sword, King Yinping felt that everything was worth it.
Neither the ruthless time nor the powerful Demon Emperor could really defeat him.
He is fearless and he always dares to use his sword - this is true invincibility.
In his gradually blurring vision, a white-robed figure seemed to appear in front of him, nodding towards him.
The gentle voice also sounded in my ears:
"You did very well."
King Yinping stretched out his finger with difficulty and pointed forward with trembling, "Xiao Emperor, have you seen that scholar in white robe..."
Xiao Ta turned his head, his body trembled slightly, and replied: "I saw it, I saw it."
"Did you really see it?" King Yinping smiled again, "It turns out that this is not an illusion."
"Then, say thank you for me..."
——
"Master, why don't you save him?"
Xiao Ta helped the unconscious old man up, turned his head in confusion, and asked the white-robed scholar beside him.
Zhu An walked over and looked at King Yinping's calm face, with admiration in his eyes.
Then he explained:
"How can we achieve a truly invincible state of mind if we don't look down on success or failure until the last step?"
Xiao Ta still couldn't understand, and shook his head repeatedly, "But after taking the last step, your life is gone, what's the use of just your state of mind?"
After a pause, he couldn't help but sigh: "This brother is approaching his end, and he fights with Wu Ming again. His life force is completely exhausted. No matter how detached his state of mind, he can't come back to life. It's a pity."
"When a person dies, his soul remains." Zhu An calmly took out a dark ball and placed it on King Yinping's forehead.
The round bead seemed to block all light. It was difficult to see clearly due to the black halo, but one could see a translucent shadow flying out from the center of King Yinping's eyebrows and quickly escaping into the round bead.
Zhu An nodded with satisfaction. This time to collect the soul, with only his disciple Xiao Ta around him and no outsiders, he could take action in time.
The last time I collected Yue Changting's soul, I had to wait for a while. In the end, only the fragmented soul was left. It took hundreds of years to repair it.
Compared with the Nether World, the Yang Qi in the World of Ten Thousand Demons is more abundant and is only suitable for flesh and blood creatures to survive.
Once the soul is separated from the protection of the body and exposed to the outside world, it will quickly disappear.
Even the masters who cultivate divine souls are not immune to this.
Therefore, in this world, ghosts are very rare.
If you want your soul to linger after death, you must either die in a very yin place or be attached to another body. However, neither situation lasts long, and sooner or later you will be invaded by yang energy.
The best way is to use the Yin treasure to store the soul alone, and then combine it with the practice of mysterious techniques to isolate all Yang energy, so that the Yin soul can survive forever.
Zhiyin treasures are rare, this kind of secret technique is rare, and there are even rare gods who can perform the secret technique.
Xiao Tat observed his master casting spells and stared curiously, just like when he was a child, he was as shocked as when he saw his master punching through the iron plate with the wind of his fist.
"Is this...turning him into a ghost?" Xiao Tat couldn't help but marveled, "In my impression, there is only one person who can do this, but he can only do it barely, and it is far less easy than Master."
The development of the method of refining gods in the human race has been extremely slow since the method was passed down by Fa Zu.
The strongest divine master in the human race, the old master of the Xuanji Pavilion, is at the pinnacle of the five realms, the manifest realm.
After the old pavilion master died, he stored his soul with treasures. When he saw people, he used the quicksand of the moon to reveal himself, seemingly freed from the shackles of the physical body and transcending life and death.
But his secret method is not sophisticated enough, so he must use the formation of Xuanji Pavilion to isolate Yang Qi and maintain his survival.
Normally being unable to step out of the Xuanji Pavilion is equivalent to imprisoning oneself, and it is difficult to break through the realm.
Xiao Ta didn't envy that kind of oppressive life. Even thinking about it made his scalp numb, and he glanced at King Yinping with pity.
"Master, will this little brother ever see the sun again?"
Zhu An said calmly: "Don't worry, he will only live a better life than you in the future."
Hearing that the master's tone was unkind, Xiao Tat shrank his neck. He was obviously a rotten old man who was almost a thousand years old, but unknowingly, he looked like he was being scolded when he was a teenager.
Sure enough, after Zhu An put away the black beads, he began to teach this apprentice a lesson.
"You have to practice more diligently from now on and don't run around just because you have nothing to do. Do you hear me?"
"Next time if you are killed by the Killing Blade, I will not save you. You will die on your own."
Xiao Tat had a shy old face, as if you just say whatever you want, but I just won't listen. Suddenly, he had an idea.
"If I really want to be killed by the Killing Blade, then Master will turn me into a ghost." He changed his mind. After all, it was better to die than live.
Zhu An chuckled, "The killing blade's evil energy is so strong that it will kill your body and soul at the same time. You won't even have a chance to become a ghost."
Xiao Tat stared in horror, finally feeling a sense of urgency.
After the matter was done, Zhu An didn't stay. There were too many pairs of eyes nearby, and he didn't like this feeling.
Xiao Ta stood there, looking at the back of the person who was getting away, feeling a little emotional.
There are tens of thousands of practitioners and tens of thousands of monsters on this battlefield, and there are many emperor-level experts in the distance paying attention to this place, but no one has noticed the existence of this white-robed scholar.
Going in and out of the tens of thousands of troops, it's like being invisible. Such a method is simply unbelievable.
"This old monster——"
Just as he was muttering in a low voice, his head suddenly banged, as if someone had hit him on the head.
Xiao Tat, a sixth-level martial artist, grinned in pain, rubbed his forehead and smiled bitterly: "I understand, Master, you are not old at all, you are still young."
After a pause, he reminded again:
"Wu Ming suddenly used the killing blade, maybe he had other motives, maybe he was holding back some bad water..."
Zhu An waved his hand to indicate that he understood, and also praised his apprentice.
"Not bad, I finally have some snacks."
…
In the distance on the horizon, the first and fourth emperors of the demon clan were secretly watching the battlefield. On the other side, above the misty clouds, there were also giant dragons hovering.
However, they all stood by and watched Wu Ming being seriously injured by Xiao Ta and King Yin Ping, and had no intention of supporting him.
Seeing a figure escaping to the south in a hurry, several people laughed.
"This third child is quite unlucky. He spent a lot of money to bring out the Killing Blade, but in the end he failed to show off his majesty. Instead, he was beaten in such a miserable state."
King Yinping's sudden outburst was unexpected, but also reasonable.
This person was originally a six-level seed with outstanding potential, and had long been watched by the four demon emperors.
Back then, in order to let the golden eagle rise, several demon emperors prepared suitable challengers who were about the same level as the golden eagle, but slightly less than half a point. They gave them away for free and "fed" them on a path to invincibility.
It can be said that the plot against King Yinping was the result of the joint plan of the four demon emperors.
They don't want another emperor to appear in the human race, so they often do this to nip problems in the bud.
This time, King Yinping's unique sword was indeed amazing, but it was nothing more than that. After all, the man was too old. After one sword blow, the lamp would run out, and the person who died would not be able to die again.
The demon emperors did not take him seriously, but turned their attention to another remote corner.
On the battlefield, the human army has launched a counterattack, shouting "Avenge King Yinping", roaring and rushing out of the Great Wall, killing blood like rivers, countless monsters fell down wailing, and the wilderness was dyed bright red.
The three demon emperors did not even look at such a tragic scene.
This is Wu Ming's failure and has nothing to do with them.
At this moment, the only thing they care about is that mysterious mountain village...
