Enter the Immortal Cultivation

The golden spiritual light completely dissipated. Wang Qi slowly landed on Linghuang Island with a human head in his hand. He stumbled and almost fell. But this affected his injured internal organs. Wang Qi could no longer suppress the injury and vomited blood.

However, it was good that he didn't die.

The pure white negative entropy flame wrapped around Wang Qi's whole body. He was injured too badly. The immortal power of the Holy Emperor almost completely destroyed his vitality. This injury would have killed any cultivator who didn't understand the flame of life. The immortal power of the Holy Emperor still remained in his body, continuing to cause damage, and this power couldn't even be refined.

However, Wang Qi won after all.

At the last moment, the Holy Emperor had lost control of 99% of his own power, and couldn't even self-destruct - his remaining thinking ability was completely unable to rely on the last less than 1% of his power to blast more than 99% of his own power.

Wang Qi's last sword, with the help of the computing power of the Humane Cluster of Linghuang Island, covered countless possibilities. It was as if the sword light was slashed from countless possibilities that penetrated the superimposed history, creating an incredible miracle. The body of the Holy Emperor was cut into several pieces like a butcher cutting an ox.

If you look closely, there is indeed a section of spine attached to the head of the Holy Emperor, which does not look like it was cut off by a sword.

However, the Holy Emperor is still not "dead". From a biological point of view, he is still alive. The immortal power has incredible functions, even faintly exceeding the flame of life. The core of his soul that has merged with the body is still in the head and is still running.

The Holy Emperor "only" lost his "self-awareness" - only.

This is also calculated. This section of the Holy Emperor's soul does not even have the opportunity to turn the catastrophe again.

After fighting with the exiled immortal many times, the Immortal Alliance and Wang Qi have accumulated a set of experience.

Wang Qi sat on the dirty beach, panting.

Although it was still afternoon, the sun had obviously fallen to the west.

Just like the history of the human race on this planet. The old chapter is about to end.

"There is no more ancient law inheritance on this planet."

Wang Qi knew this was the truth. Linghuang Island will usher in a thorough search by the Immortal Alliance, and all items related to the ancient law will become "cultural relics" and "research materials" and will not appear in front of ordinary people. And other memories and skills about the ancient law will all disappear with the memories of the ancient law practitioners of Linghuang Island.

"There is no more ancient law practitioner."

When Wang Qi said this, a strange feeling attacked him. It seemed like a huge sense of emptiness, and it seemed like a sense of satisfaction that was about to overflow. This strange feeling may be called a "sense of history."

He once again stood at the key point of "history".

For most people in Shenzhou, the era of ancient law ended thousands of years ago. But for Wang Qi, and others who lost something because of the ancient law practitioners of Linghuang Island, the ancient law practitioners have always been there. The beginning of Wang Qi's immortal road was entangled with this "history".

And now, everything is over.

Zhen Chanzi sighed in agreement: "It's a mixed feeling."

When there was only a remnant soul left, he could no longer be considered an ancient cultivator - just a remnant soul without cultivation. However, he used to be an ancient cultivator, but now he is not a modern cultivator.

After sighing for a while, Zhen Chanzi asked: "Why are you still carrying a human head? Do you want to use the head of the Holy Emperor to pay tribute..."

Wang Qi shook his head and sneered: "What era is it now? I don't think any deceased person likes this kind of tribute now. This is the experimental material to be taken back and handed in, that's all."

The head of the Holy Emperor is still alive. His immortal power ensures that the cells will not die, and his soul is still there, but his consciousness is gone, and it has been completely washed into "zero" and "one", and it is unlikely that a new will will be born in the future. However, both the immortal power of the Holy Emperor and the calculation of the God Plague spell to destroy the self-will have high research value.

Of course, all this is done in secret.

Wang Qi doesn't want to talk much now. After he put away the head of the Holy Emperor, he sat quietly on the beach, watching the sun set slowly.

The series of attacks just now seemed to have completely emptied his mind.

Soon, several rays of light flashed across the sky and landed in front of him. Yueluo Liuli saw Wang Qi's face and said in surprise: "It's you!"

"What do you mean by 'it's you'." Wang Qi wanted to raise his hand to say hello, but he was too tired. After the intense burning of emotions, the fatigue of the body gradually emerged: "I think my last sword has a very obvious personal color, right?"

Wang Qi and Yueluo Liuli are also old friends who have been through life and death together. Yueluo Liuli did not care about Wang Qi's tired attitude and asked: "Did you really kill an undead beast just now?"

"It took a year, used huge resources, and finally lost a lot of Shinto power..." Wang Qi shrugged: "Then I killed a half-crippled undead beast."

Yueluo Liuli's eyes were already full of admiration. Wang Qi then looked at the leader of the Immortal Alliance Anbu Grandmaster. Among them, a dark-faced man came out as the leader: "I am Liu Huantang, the 'anti-barbarian envoy' of the Immortal Alliance's secret department. May I ask, fellow Taoist, you are... Wang Qi from the Wanfa Sect?"

"Senior, no need to be polite." Wang Qi nodded: "It's me."

The masters exclaimed.

"How many years has this guy been practicing? A little over ten years, right?"

"He has already broken through the Yuanshen Heaven Gate ahead of time?"

"No wonder... he is worthy of being a peerless genius who once solved the two problems of 'incompleteness' and 'undecidable'!"

"How many years have passed, yet another half-step soul!"

In their eyes, Wang Qi's victory in killing the Holy Emperor was far less brilliant than his academic achievements.

Wang Qi accepted everyone's exclamation and nodded with a smile.

In the Immortal League, in order to achieve Yuan Shen, but mastering the method of constructing Yuan Shen's legal domain, it is also considered to have broken through the Yuan Shen Heavenly Gate - for this kind of genius, the barrier between the Golden Core stage and the Yuan Shen stage no longer exists.

In ancient times, this kind of people were also called "half-step souls". It's just that this name was irregular and was later cancelled.

Wang Qi nodded, and after communicating with these masters for a while, he said: "Fellow Daoist Liu, there are still a group of refugees here, millions or tens of millions of mortals... I'm sorry that my brain is a bit stupid. There are also some who have already done it." Some of the monks who have been treated harmlessly are still active, but they are not enemies. Don't attack them. Send them to Shenjing - I have already reported this to the above. "

Although Mi can also use the space escape method to send everyone to the mainland, there is no need to trouble her with this kind of thing.

Liu Huantang nodded: "We have also received instructions, so we have to carry giant ship magic weapons. Take us to see those ancient magic cultivators."

The state of mortals is much better than Liu Huantang thought. When the Holy Emperor struck Lu Chen, Liu Huantang thought that there would be no living people on the island, but surprisingly few of those mortals died. The loving father and son, King Jingfeng, protected the entire Linghuang Island and even reinforced the rock formations. The Holy Emperor was like pressing a discus into the mud, but Linghuang Island was fine overall.

However, the situation of ancient law cultivation scared Liu Huantang. It never occurred to him that the whole city was filled with people lying down. He didn't relax until a large group of people who were still able to move appeared next to the Phoenix Tomb in the Forbidden City.

This was indeed different from what he had imagined. But... it's still... we haven't killed them all... right...

Xu Xueqing, Mei Sicheng, Ru Tianqi and others stood at the forefront of the crowd, waiting for everyone from the Immortal Alliance. After everyone falls, the high-level monks who are still alive are naturally "comrades". This point is still very clear. However, everyone showed obvious "emotion" towards Wang Qi. Mrs. Huansha almost shrank behind the crowd. Zhao Xiangshen and Sima Jue did not dare to look directly at Wang Qi.

Xu Xueqing saluted Wang Qi, but her tone was very cold: "You guys are really unpleasant."

However, she made no further accusations.

This is war.

Liu Huantang and Xu Xueqing conducted a handover and counted the number of people. Other masters were gathering the crowd. Wang Qi was leaning against the wall of Phoenix Tomb in the Forbidden City alone, closing his eyes to rest.

He felt a footsteps approaching quickly...no, two. One of them had chaotic and powerful steps, very angry and angry. The other's steps were messy and frivolous, as if he was in a panic. Wang Qi opened his eyes and saw Fan Zhongxing standing in front of him, his eyes wide open and there seemed to be tears. Wu Qi, on the other hand, kept trying to hold him back: "Old Fan... don't..."

The two of them struggled together. A Xu Lian master wanted to separate them, and Fan Zhongxing roared: "Why...why do you do this?"

Wang Qi was a little curious. Many masters saw his expression and ignored this. Wu Qi said hurriedly: "Senior, please don't take this guy seriously..."

Before he could finish speaking, Fan Zhongxing threw Wu Qi to the ground. This set of fighting methods is obviously derived from Wanfamen, and is far stronger than Wu Qi's martial arts. And with the collapse of Linghuang Island's Shinto system and the weakening of the inner demon network, the power Wu Qi gained from the "Xuanjun Seven Chapters Secret Sutra" is also gradually disappearing. This time, Wu Qi was unable to control him.

Fan Zhongxing looked directly at Wang Qi stubbornly: "The 'Reincarnation Realm' was the method you used to fight against the Holy Emperor from the beginning, right?"

Wang Qi nodded: "Of course."

"In other words, this is all fake?"

Wang Qi raised the ring in his hand: "Come on, 'Master of the Samsara World', say hello to your theater fans!"

"It's fake, it's all fake..." Fan Zhongxing couldn't bear it anymore and wiped away his tears with his Taoist robe: "I originally thought that Jinfa Immortal Dao was... a very good thing... but that was fake... Moreover, today’s cultivators are not kind...there are...there are also people like you..."

He seemed to be broken down and cried very hard.

At first, because he liked Jinfa, he made up his mind to "betray his master". But now that his faith is broken, he has been hit hard.

Wu Qi hurriedly pulled Fan Zhongxing back, nodded and bowed to Wang Qi: "I'm sorry, senior! He...he..."

At this time, Wu Qi had some difficulty speaking. But he felt that just because he didn't faint was enough courage.

This guy just beheaded the Holy Emperor. Are our two to three hundred kilograms of meat enough for him?

In panic. Wu Qi wants to pull Fan Zhongxing back. At this moment, a voice came into his ears: "Wait a minute!"

This sound scared Wu Qi to the point where he almost lost control.

Wang Qi stood up straight from the city wall, his face full of displeasure: "I don't want a kind-hearted person like me to be said like this by you. What's wrong? You can eat whatever you want, but you can't say random words. I won't do it today." Now that I understand, don’t even think about leaving!” (To be continued~^~)