As Yin Jiuling pressed his palm on the void, Lin Yibing's chest seemed to have been attacked by a huge force, and his body instantly flew backwards, hitting him a thousand meters away, and even hitting the ground.
A huge deep pit.
In the deep pit, the dying Lin Yibing fell to the ground. His eyes were in disbelief and he muttered: "How is this possible... How is this possible..."
Yin Jiuling suddenly beat Lin Yibing half to death with a palm, which caused the warriors in the ninth floor and the strong men in the Immortal City to scream in surprise.
"You actually defeated Lin Yibing with one palm?"
"Something's wrong. Yin Jiuling and Lin Yibing fought for hundreds of rounds just now, and there was no winner. Why was Lin Yibing defeated by Yin Jiuling's palm?"
Many warriors said without understanding.
Just now, they saw that in the battle between Yin Jiuling and Lin Yibing, both of them were indifferent to the outcome and were able to handle it with ease. However, they did not expect that Lin Yibing was defeated instantly, making people unable to understand what happened.
Xie Changqing and Zidong looked at Yin Jiuling. Xie Changqing smiled lightly and said, "It seems that Yin Jiuling has had enough fun."
Zi Donglai smiled and said, "Yes, he has had enough fun."
"I have long said that the battle between Yin Jiuling and Lin Yibing mainly depends on when Yin Jiuling has had enough fun. When he has had enough fun, then when will he defeat Lin Yibing!"
Zi Donglai and Xie Changqing said with a slight smile.
After Yin Jiuling knocked Lin Yibing away with a casual palm, his dead eyes looked at the long sword that Wu He attacked Lin Bai, and a smile slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Aren't you awake yet?"
"You are a sword cultivator. You should know better than anyone else that sometimes you should not believe your own eyes, or even your own heart."
"But you must also know that no matter at any time, you must believe in the sword in your hand!"
"You are a sword cultivator. Since the sword is you, you are the sword!"
"Isn't it?"
Yin Jiuling's voice echoed in the ninth floor, and the sound reached Lin Bai's ears.
Crash--
In the world of the dead, Lin Bai fought bloody battles, killing the attacking ghosts one by one with the demon sword.
But these ghosts are completely inexhaustible and cannot be killed!
Just when Lin Bai was at a loss what to do, a voice suddenly echoed in the world of the dead.
When this sound echoed, the Wuhe spirit who had been standing on the mountain and staring at Lin Bai screamed miserably, as if his territory had been invaded by someone!
"You are a sword cultivator..., the sword is you, you are the sword, you have to believe in the sword in your hand..."
This voice echoed.
"He's right."
"Everything in this world can deceive people, because human nature is the biggest flaw of all warriors!"
"But the sword has no humanity!"
"The one who wields the sword is a man, but the one who wields the man is also a sword!"
At this moment, Lin Bai seemed to have a hint of enlightenment in his heart. He looked down at the demon sword in his hand with the light shining, and Lin Bai said lightly: "Demon sword Zihuang, please, take me out of this world of the dead!
"
Lin Bai looked at the demon sword and said solemnly.
When Lin Bai's voice fell, a strong light filled the demon sword and trembled violently.
At this moment, Lin Bai looked at the undead spirits swarming up in the surrounding world like a swarm of bees. Lin Bai closed his eyes, no longer resisting, and completely gave himself over to the demon sword in his hand!
At this moment, when Lin Bai closed his eyes, the demon sword seemed to have awakened as the sword spirit. With Lin Bai's body, the sword flashed directly out of the surrounding undead.
A bright sword light shot directly at the martial soul on the mountain.
Pfft——
The sword light pierced the martial soul, and the martial soul screamed miserably.
Hearing the scream, Lin Bai immediately opened his eyes.
The moment Lin Bai opened his eyes, Wu He's sword had already pierced Lin Bai three inches above Lin Bai's throat. If Lin Bai hadn't woken up in time, Wu He's sword would have pierced Lin Bai.
of throat.
At this moment, Lin Bai suddenly raised his left hand and grabbed Wu He's sword tightly, causing the sword's edge to stop three inches in front of Lin Bai's throat, unable to move forward at all.
Wu He looked at Lin Bai in shock and said in surprise: "You, you, you, how could you escape from the world of the dead!"
At this moment, Lin Bai also glanced at the demon sword in his hand with lingering fear, and felt very lucky in his heart. If he were not a sword cultivator, I am afraid that no one else would be able to escape from the world of the dead!
"roll!"
Lin Bai hit Wu He in the abdomen with his kick, sending Wu He flying directly and hitting him thousands of meters away.
At this time, Lin Bai raised his head and glanced above the clouds. The young man in gray robe looked at Lin Bai with a slight smile.
Lin Bai looked at Yin Jiuling with some gratitude.
Wu He climbed up from a thousand meters away and roared with unwillingness: "Just a little bit, just a little bit I can kill him!"
"Yin Jiuling, who asked you to ruin my good deeds!"
"Martial spirit, kill Yin Jiuling for me."
Wu He roared angrily.
At this moment, the black shadow martial spirit roared with ancient power and looked towards Yin Jiuling.
In an instant, Wu He's martial soul secret technique was launched against Yin Jiuling again, trying to pull Yin Jiuling into the world of the dead.
"Don't look into this martial soul's eyes."
Lin Bai hurriedly shouted to Yin Jiuling.
Just when he arrived, Lin Bai just glanced at the eyes of this ancient spirit and was pulled into the world of the dead. Therefore, Lin Bai only spoke at this moment to remind Yin Jiuling not to look.
But Yin Jiuling smiled slightly, looked at the martial spirit of the ancient spirit, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said: "Can you trap me in the world of the dead?"
"I am a passerby on the Huangquan Road and a frequent visitor on the Naihe Bridge. Yama and I drink and talk happily, and the Lord of Hell respects me as his guest!"
"You want me to enter the realm of the dead?"
"Then let me show you the scenery of hell!"
Yin Jiuling looked at Wu He's martial soul, and the smile on his lips became brighter and brighter. Finally, there seemed to be a flash of inspiration in his gray eyes. At this moment, the ancient spirit screamed shrilly.
He stood up, trembling all over, and the black mist collapsed, as if he had seen a scene that terrified him!
"Ah ah ah -" the ancient spirit screamed miserably, and suddenly, the black shadow collapsed directly in the field, turned into little stars, and disappeared from Wu He's body.
Pfft——
Wu He spat out a mouthful of blood, looked at Yin Jiuling with a depressed expression, and said in disbelief: "Yin Jiuling, what did you do to my martial spirit?"
Yin Jiuling chuckled and said: "Wu He, don't you look down on the warriors of the Soul-Ending Realm? The reason why you look down on the Soul-Ending Realm is because you think we are a group of ghostly Rakshasa cultivators?"
"In that case, you haven't heard of this rumor, right..."
"The Broken Soul Realm is the closest place to hell!"
"I said, I am a passerby on the Huangquan Road, a frequent visitor on the Naihe Bridge, Yama and I drink and chat, and the Lord of Hell respects me as his guest..."
"How can you let me enter this mere world of the dead?"