Chapter 639 Zhou Yi’s natal sword energy

"Senior Zhou Yi!!" Wang Lin whispered.

He could feel that in addition to external factors, the death energy in Zhou Yi's body was more important than that caused by external factors. Zhou Yi had no thoughts and he was determined to die.

Wang Lin knew when he saw this formation. With his cultivation level, he could not break this formation! Perhaps only Zhou Yi himself could break this formation.

Although Wang Lin's voice was weak, it echoed in the crack. Zhou Yi's eyelids trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes, revealing a hole. This hole contained extreme sorrow, and his face was still confused.

At this moment, Ling Tianwei's divine thought behind Wang Lin rushed out of the golden light and trapped in a bang. He turned his direction and turned into sword energy again, and headed straight for Wang Lin.

A light sigh echoed the entire crack. This sigh came from Zhou Yi's mouth. The moment the sound dissipated, Ling Tianwei's divine thought that turned into sword energy and rushed towards Wang Lin immediately collapsed!

The sword energy dissipated, but it formed a ball of light that floated over the fourth sword, motionless.

"You, go..." Zhou Yi did not look at Wang Lin for a long time, and closed his eyes again.

Wang Lin walked all the way here, and his soul was seriously injured. Now he couldn't even leave his body. His soul was so depressed that it was only the size of a baby. His body, which was originally crystal clear, was now turbid.

He used all his magical powers and everything, and finally got here, just because Zhou Yi was kind to him, but now, what he got was Zhou Yi's three plain words.

"You, go..."

Wang Lin showed a strong ridicule on his face. This ridicule was not aimed at others, but himself.

"Your heart is dead, I really shouldn't have come!" Wang Lin shook his head and turned toward the exit. Zhou Yi's kindness was repayed when he stepped into this crack and when his six souls collapsed.

"Is my heart dead... The moment Ting'er left, my heart was really dead..." Zhou Yi's confusion on his face and sadness in his eyes became even stronger.

He was sealed here by Ling Tianhou. For hundreds of years, he had been in a daze. He knew that he did not want to stop the invasion of the ancient demon soul, but there was a golden light between his eyebrows. It was his infatuation with Ting'er, and he didn't want to throw it away.

Sighing lightly, Zhou Yi raised his right hand that had completely turned purple, and gently bounced forward. A golden light suddenly appeared. The golden light contained a sword energy. The strong sword energy was even Ling Tianhou back then, and it was extremely embarrassed. This was the natural sword energy of the Rain Immortal Sword Sword Spirit! There were only ninety-nine sword energy in Zhou Yi's body!

When he was chasing Ling Tianhou, he released most of the time, but now there are only four channels left in his body!

The sword energy rushed straight to the light ball that pierced the fourth sword on the ground and penetrated directly!

Although Ling Tianqiu's divine consciousness is strong, it is still worse than the natal sword energy of Zhou Yiyu's Immortal Sword!

The light ball was broken, and the divine thoughts of Ling Tianwei were immediately crushed by the sword energy, turning into a crystal light spot. As the sword energy swept across, it instantly floated into Wang Lin's body like a Milky Way.

At this moment, the soul in Wang Lin's body was instantly melted into the crystal light, and its damaged soul recovered at a crazy speed.

Almost instantly, the soul not only completely recovered, but also had a slight swelling feeling. Then it slowly stopped. The crystal lights had not completely dissipated, and the remaining ones automatically found the sword energy of the Lingtianwei in Wang Lin's soul and blended with it.

This sword energy became three more sharp than before in the blink of an eye!

"My natal sword energy cannot be stored in your body, and I can't give it to you... You are injured by me, I will help you recover. You, go... Don't come again in the future..." Zhou Yi's voice slowly came out.

Wang Lin sighed inwardly, and while walking outward, he took a picture of the storage bag, the pagoda containing Zhou Yi's spiritual consciousness appeared. Wang Lin glanced at it and threw it backwards.

"Wang has completed the promise from that year, and this pagoda will no longer be protected!"

Zhou Yi's eyes suddenly opened and he looked at the pagoda beside him. The sadness in his eyes was enough to make the most of the sky.

"Ting'er..."

Wang Lin paused, and said without looking back, "She is not called Ting'er. If I was not wrong, her name is Qingshuang!"

Zhou Yiling's body was shocked. He raised his head, the hollowness in his eyes disappeared, and replaced by sharpness.

"Qingshuang?"

Wang Lin turned around and looked at Zhou Yi. He did not speak, but threw Qinglin's jade slip out.

Zhou Yi's eyes condensed, and the jade slip was immediately grabbed by him. He swept his mind and his face changed immediately. After a long time, he said bitterly to himself: "Qingshuang..."

"The daughter of the Immortal Emperor Qinglin, this Qinglin is the most powerful person in the fairy world. When the rumor is broken, this person escaped and hid in the cave of this demonic spirit land to heal his wounds!" Wang Lin said slowly with a plain voice.

The sharp color in Zhou Yi's eyes became stronger, and a trace of vitality gradually appeared in his body. The purple aura on his body immediately lingered in a faster way, but it could not stop the vitality from being displayed.

"You mean, Ting'er's father, heals his wounds in a cave here? Wang Lin, can you be sure of this?"

Wang Lin looked at Zhou Yi and shook his head and said, "I haven't seen it with my own eyes, I'm not sure."

The confusion on Zhou Yi's face was gradually dissipating. He murmured to himself: "Yes, this is not a sure thing... but... Ruo Ting'er's father is really here, so with her father's cultivation, Ting'er can definitely wake up..."

At this moment, Zhou Yi seemed to have forgotten that the Ting'er in his mouth was just a trace of the remnant soul produced by his thousand-year-old infatuation. This remnant soul has dissipated and no longer exists...

"I want to take Ting'er to see her father and let Ting'er... wake up..." The vitality in Zhou Yi's body became stronger and stronger, and the purple air on his body immediately became like boiling, and it was crazy to impact a little golden light on his eyebrows.

"Give it to me, disperse!" Zhou Yi's eyes flashed sharply, and the purple aura on his body immediately struggled to backfire, but it had no effect. It quickly spread out from Zhou Yi's body, and finally completely forced out of his body, turning into a large piece of purple aura, disappearing along the formation underground.

As the sword spirit of the Immortal Sword of Rain, if the ancient demon soul of the Water Demon County came in person, then perhaps Zhou Yi, who had only three natal sword energy left, would be unable to resist.

But at this moment, it is not difficult for Zhou Yi to dispel his demonic energy.

The purple air dissipated, and Zhou Yi was crystal clear, as if water waves were flowing. He looked at the pagoda deeply, and with his right hand, a sword light immediately flew out of the pagoda!

This sword is small and looks like it is used by female cultivators. This sword is one of the Immortal Swords of Rain!

Zhou Yi was the sword spirit of the Immortal Sword of the Rain. At this moment, his body shook and immediately turned into a crystal light, blending into the small fairy sword. At this moment, a sword energy immediately spread across the crack!

At this moment, three divine light balls floating around the ground formation, southeast, west and northwest, immediately flew away, turning into divine thoughts and heading straight for the immortal sword where Zhou Yi was.

A cold snorted from the sword, and then Zhou Yi's natal sword energy immediately swept out. The earth-shaking sound immediately echoed the entire tide abyss. The sharp sword energy seemed to be about to cut the abyss.

The three light balls collapsed immediately and were swallowed by Zhou Yi who transformed from the immortal sword. As for the projection of the four primordial swords on the ground, they were also dispersed and collapsed together with the formation in the sweeping of the natal sword energy.

The crack that sealed Zhou Yi collapsed in an instant!

"Ling Tianwei, for hundreds of years, although Zhou was sealed, if you hadn't been heartbroken, how could your seal trap me? I am the sword spirit of the Immortal Sword of the Rain, and live with the heaven and earth, and inherit the four ancient sword intents! Although I can't kill you, you don't want to seal me if I don't want to!

Although I have been so desperate for the past few hundred years, I can feel the inheritance of the ancient sword intent all the time. If you and I see you again, let’s see if Zhou’s cultivation is still the same as before!” Zhou Yi merged into the immortal sword and flew out at the moment the crack collapsed.

Wang Lin followed closely behind, with one sword and one man appearing outside the crack.

Zhou Yi transformed into an immortal sword, still dressed up like he was back then, but he looked even more vicissitudes. In his hand, holding the pagoda, Zhou Yi looked at the pagoda deeply and sent it to Wang Lin.

"Wang Lin, help me get it!"

Wang Lin nodded, caught the pagoda and put it in the storage bag.

Zhou Yi's eyes fell on Wang Lin, a hint of relief flashed in his eyes, and he said, "In just a few hundred years, it is gratifying to have you reached this point!"

Wang Lin sighed lightly and said, "Thank you for your winning streak, senior, otherwise..." Wang Lin shook his head and did not continue.

"The Crystal of the Tripod is the reward for you to protect Ting'er. There is no need to thank you. If you really say thank you, it should be Zhou thanking you... Unexpectedly, hundreds of years later, you and me will still meet again. If you didn't look for me, you would probably not have a meeting today." Zhou Yi saw Wang Lin wanting to speak, and waved his hand to interrupt. He pondered for a moment and said, "Wang Lin, I remember that there were two fairy swords in the pagoda... the other one is still here?"

Wang Lin slapped the storage bag, and Xu Liguo's fairy sword flew out.

Xu Liguo immediately felt Zhou Yi's existence in the fairy sword. He was also a spiritual body. At this moment, he felt deeply. The other party was like the master of all sword spirits, which made him feel awe. He even felt that the other party was the real sword spirit of the fairy sword he had placed in! He was just a magpie's nest.

"Huh?" After Zhou Yi saw the immortal sword, a crystal light appeared in his eyes. With a point in his right hand, Xu Liguo immediately flew out of the immortal sword. His face showed a pleasing look. This expression was a little stronger than when facing Wang Lin.

"Senior, the young one is Xu Liguo. It was my master who asked me to be in this fairy sword, but I didn't force it myself."

Wang Lin's expression immediately became ugly and he looked at Xu Liguo coldly.
Chapter completed!