Immortal Cultivation

Lin Yi sat cross-legged on the spot, closing his eyes tightly.

Of course, he didn't know what was happening in the outside world.

After agreeing to what Bingpo Taoist did, Lin Yi had never expected that he would not only move the cultivators of Biluo Sect out of Yinyang Valley, but also send other cultivators out at the same time.

Those cultivators didn't know that they had saved their lives because of Lin Yi.

Otherwise, with Bingpo Taoist's indifference to life, he wouldn't have considered their lives at all.

In Yinyang Valley, only Lin Yi, Bingpo Taoist, Yinyang Soul Beast and Ghost Knife were left.

Whether it was Bingpo Taoist or Yinyang Soul Beast, they were all waiting for the final moment to come.

Yinyang Soul Beast also knew that when Yinyang Valley collapsed, it would be the day for it to escape.

The same was true for Bingpo Taoist, who was also waiting for the last chance, the last chance to kill Yinyang Soul Beast.

At this time, whether it was Yinyang Soul Beast or Bingpo Taoist, they could do nothing to each other.

The Yin-Yang Soul Beast could not break free from the force of suppression, and the Ice Soul Taoist could not completely destroy the Yin-Yang Soul Beast's vitality.

As for Lin Yi and Ghost Blade, Ghost Blade was controlled, and I wonder if he still had consciousness?

Lin Yi was also powerless. Whether it was the Ice Soul Taoist or the Yin-Yang Soul Beast, he had no way.

In front of them, there was only the helplessness of resigning to fate.

Time passed slowly.

A day passed quickly.

The field was still extremely quiet, waiting for the last chance.

However, as time got closer, the atmosphere became more and more solemn.

Nothing happened on this day.

The second day came quietly and went away indifferently.

Lin Yi still did not open his eyes, as if it had nothing to do with him.

There was no fluctuation in his mood.

And the eyes of the Ice Soul Taoist were always on the Yin-Yang Soul Beast.

His eyes became more bloodthirsty and colder.

The third day came, and it was also the last day.

For everyone here, it was a day that determined their fate.

The fate of Lin Yi and Ghost Blade was not under their control.

The fate of Yin Yang Soul Beast and Bing Soul Taoist is either you die or I die.

No, it should be Bing Soul Taoist who will perish with the collapse of Yin Yang Valley.

And if Yin Yang Soul Beast can resist, it will escape from the trap and roam freely in the world of cultivation.

Another half day passed, and there was still no movement in the field.

This is the last bit of tranquility before the war.

Everyone is accumulating strength.

When the last hour is left, it is at this moment.

Yin Yang Valley is shaking, although it is very slight, but everyone in this space feels the change.

It was at this moment that Lin Yi finally opened his eyes.

His eyes seemed to be quiet and concentrated, waiting for the decision of fate, extremely calm, facing it with a peaceful heart.

But how easy is it to achieve this state of mind?

Another hour is the moment to decide your life and death. No matter how calm you are, there will be waves.

Of course, there is a solemnity in his eyes, which cannot be avoided.

Lin Yi's state of mind, facing life and death, has not reached this level.

Even the most powerful cultivators probably can't do it.

Mount Tai collapsed in front of them and they didn't change color.

Only the legendary immortals can do it.

They sit and watch the world change, history flow, and time pass.

They have experienced too much and have seen through it.

Lin Yi looked at the head and then at the Taoist Bingpo.

The head still didn't move, and his eyes were tightly closed.

But even with the suppression of the formation, Lin Yi could still feel the terrifying aura emanating from the head.

And it is getting stronger and stronger. I'm afraid it is also accumulating, waiting for the last moment to explode.

Isn't the Taoist Bingpo the same.

Lin Yi stood up and said, "Senior, the three days are about to end. Now can you tell me how to rely on the human foundation cultivators to kill the Yin-Yang Soul Beast?"

At this time, Lin Yi still didn't know the result, and couldn't help asking.

Taoist Bingpo said, "Soon, soon, you will know, but now is not the time."

Although Taoist Bingpo responded to Lin Yi's words, his eyes were always looking directly at the Yin-Yang Soul Beast.

Lin Yi knew that Taoist Bingpo would not tell the result until the last moment.

Lin Yi sighed in his heart, "Forget it, let him go!"

At this moment, Lin Yi wished that he had a strong cultivation base and was not controlled by any cultivator.

Control his own destiny in his own hands.

But unfortunately, he only had the cultivation base of the pseudo-Jindan period.

There was nothing he could do.

He could only obey Taoist Bingpo's orders and wait for Taoist Bingpo to really kill the Yin-Yang Soul Beast and eliminate the crisis of the Yin-Yang Soul Beast.

Perhaps this is the strongest crisis he has faced since he started practicing.

If this crisis cannot be overcome, his immortal journey will really end.

I want to rely on the mysterious bead.

But the mysterious bead has been severely damaged since it helped him survive the Heavenly Dao Foundation Building Tribulation.

Lin Yi no longer had any hope of helping him through this crisis.

Time passed.

Soon, another half hour passed, and there was only the last half hour left.

At this moment, the Yin Yang Valley was no longer shaking slightly.

The space began to become unstable, and it really seemed to be showing signs of collapse.

If it continued like this, it would definitely collapse.

This was enough to show that Taoist Bingpo had not lied to him, and the Yin Yang Valley could only last for another three days.

After three days, it completely collapsed and disappeared.

The Yin-Yang Soul Beast and the Taoist Bingpo still did not make any movement.

But the atmosphere was becoming more and more solemn.

However, except for the shaking Yin-Yang Valley, everything else was relatively calm.

Another moment passed, and there was only less than an incense stick of time left before the Yin-Yang Valley collapsed.

The Yin-Yang Valley shook more violently and was shaking rapidly.

It was about to collapse and completely collapsed.

If Lin Yi was still in the space of the Yin-Yang Valley, he would disappear with the Yin-Yang Valley without the Yin-Yang Soul Beast taking action.

Turned into nothingness!

Lin Yi looked at the Taoist Bingpo, hoping that he could tell him how to deal with the Yin-Yang Soul Beast at this moment.

But looking at the Taoist Bingpo's appearance, there was still no possibility of telling him.

Bang!

At this moment, the head of the Yin-Yang Soul Beast suddenly exploded.

It violently hit the suppression array.

The world shook!

When the head of the Yin-Yang Soul Beast exploded, although the array array tried its best to suppress it.

But this time accelerated the speed of the collapse of the Yin-Yang Valley.

It seemed that it would collapse before the last moment.

Lin Yi looked at the head of the Yin-Yang Soul Beast solemnly. The powerful power frightened him.

In front of the Yin-Yang Soul Beast, he was really as small as dust.

Even if there were formations and magic arrays to block it, he had never felt that kind of momentum in any cultivator.

Lin Yi didn't know how strong the old man in the Tongtian Tower was, after all, he had never seen him burst out with all his strength.

Not to mention the Taoist Shang Yun who was only in the pseudo-Nascent Soul stage.

As for the Taoist Bingpo...

"Beast, you want to die early, this Taoist will fulfill your wish."