Ling tripod

Ping An had already reached the peak of Yi Refining. With the two of them working together, ordinary Yi Refining practitioners would have no chance of fighting.

Ninety-fourth floor

Ninety-fifth floor

Ninety-eighth floor

At this moment, Ping An and Chu Yan rushed to the ninety-eighth floor of Yi Tower.

The one sitting cross-legged among them was Chu Yan's acquaintance.

Golden Spirit Boy

Back then, the cultivation level of the Golden Spirit Boy was just the beginning of Yi Refining, but now, he has reached the peak of Yi Refining.

"Fellow Daoist Ghost, long time no see"

The Golden Spirit Boy opened his eyes and looked at the white-haired Chu Yan with a grim smile on his face.

"Make a move"

Chu Yan did not say a word and directly exploded in his state of mind.

Ping An was even more merciless. The two of them attacked directly and bombarded the Golden Spirit Boy.

The Golden Spirit Boy was about to say a few words, talking about how he had made a breakthrough in the past few years and finally reached the second place on the Yi List, but he did not expect Chu Yan to be so shameless and directly attack.

"The bastard golden lotus is coming"

The Jinling boy was furious when he saw this, and countless golden lotus phantoms appeared around him.

A violent momentum emerged.

"Brother Chu, this person's cultivation is still higher than mine"

Ping An saw this scene, and his eyes changed.

"Use the strongest magical power, I will hold him back"

Chu Yan spoke, and then whispered: "Show"

A huge wine jar emerged during these words. This wine jar was extremely huge, and at this moment, it completely occupied the 98th floor of the Yi Building.

Then the next moment, the wine jar opened, and a scorching air wave roared out immediately.

"This is the breath of refining the mind"

The Jinling boy saw this, and his face changed slightly.

A giant flame phantom rushed out of the wine jar and directly hit the Jinling boy.

The Flame Monarch

It was the fire realm magical power of the Five Elements Taoist that Chu Yan collected with the wine mirror reflecting the moon magical power that year, and it was completely erupted at this moment.

"This is just the magical power of the initial stage of refining the mind, it can't defeat me"

The Golden Spirit Boy shouted at this moment, and the Golden Lotus merged immediately.

"Explode"

Chu Yan's figure retreated at a very fast speed, and he said immediately.

Then, the Flame Monarch exploded, and a scorching wave of fire directly engulfed the Golden Spirit Boy.

"I will kill you"

The Golden Spirit Boy's roar came out, and his whole body rushed out in tattered clothes.

"Brother Chu"

At this moment, Ping An exploded, and the ancient body of the Purple Emperor had emerged, and he was holding the Purple Emperor's sword in his hand.

Seeing the situation, Chu Yan bit his fingertips and pointed a finger at the Purple Emperor's sword.

"Golden Lotus Destroys the World"

At this moment, the Golden Spirit Boy was also at the peak of the boundless Golden Lotus artistic conception, condensed into a giant beast. This beast was unknown, with three heads and six feet, and was extremely weird.

"Brother Chu, leave this place to me"

Ping An spoke, and the artistic conception urged.

Immediately, the Purple Emperor Ancient Body held the Purple Emperor Sword and slashed directly at the Golden Lotus Beast.

Chu Yan was not a shy person. With Ping An's peak cultivation, he knew that he could protect himself. He did not hesitate and went to the 99th floor of the Yi Building.

The 99th floor of the Yi Building.

"You are finally here"

As soon as Chu Yan stepped into it, an ethereal voice came. This voice was a bit delicate and not like a man's voice

In front of Chu Yan, there was an old man. This old man had long white hair that had spread all over the ground, and even covered the entire 99th floor of the Yi Building.

The most important thing is that this old man actually has no legs and no arms

"This cultivation"

Chu Yan's white hair fluttered, and he looked at the old man at this moment.

The old man said: "Nine hundred years ago, in order to prove the way of artistic conception, I cut off my male yang and achieved the peeping of intention"

Cut off my male yang

Chu Yan was shocked when he heard it. This man gave up his male body in order to cultivate artistic conception.

The old man spoke again: "Seven hundred years ago, I cut off my legs and achieved Ming Yi"

Cut off the legs to achieve Ming Yi

Chu Yan sighed in his heart, this person has reached the level of stubborn madness in order to cultivate the realm of mind.

The old man spoke again: "Five hundred years ago, I cut off my arms and achieved Lian Yi"

Chu Yan remained silent.

"Three hundred years ago, I dug out my eyes until now"

At this moment, the old man suddenly opened his eyes.

There was a void in those eyes

At the same time, a momentum that belonged to the peak of Lian Yi, and even half a foot stepped into Hua Yi, burst out crazily.

This momentum turned into a storm of artistic conception. Chu Yan was only at the peak of Ming Yi, and at this moment, under this storm, he was shocked and retreated again and again.

"Senior, you have a great decision, I admire you"

Chu Yan spoke, this decision had to be admired, if it were me, Chu Yan asked himself if he could do it.

In order to practice, he cut off his male penis, legs, arms, and eyes.

What a decisive decision. Ordinary people would not do such a cruel thing to themselves even if they chose to commit suicide, but this old man did it.

"It's a pity that I still haven't stepped into the Huayi, and now, I can't cut off anything."

The old man sighed in his words, and then suddenly his momentum suddenly rose: "Now if you want to break through, you still need to kill. I can't kill anything, but you are the first person to step into this place in the past nine hundred years. Killing you will accomplish my career."

"In my life, I have practiced in the outside world for more than four hundred years, and in the Fallen Fairy Island for more than three hundred years. I have seen all kinds of life. Now I am trapped at the peak of Mingyi. I don't have your self-mutilation decision, but I can kill you. If I kill you, my artistic conception can also break through."

Chu Yan's eyes flickered. At this moment, he finally found the opportunity to break through.

"Kill me, hahaha, hahaha, good, good"

For a moment, the old man laughed, and the long and endless hair spread on the ground began to flutter, like countless slender white demonic snakes.

"Okay, you want to kill me, and I also want to kill you, so you and I will fight with our peak blow, and the one who is beheaded will achieve the other person's artistic conception."

The old man's voice was filled with excitement.

He had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

"good"

Chu Yan nodded.

On this Fallen Immortal Island, he only has one magical power that can compete with the old man, and this magical power can only be used once.

"The artistic conception of hair"

At this moment, the old man shouted loudly, and for a while, his boundless white hair spread rapidly. During the spread, countless white-haired phantoms emerged from all around.

This is the artistic conception of this old man

No wonder he didn't cut off his hair. It turns out that his artistic conception is hair.

This boundless white hair instantly engulfed the entire space. Finally, except for the area around Chu Yan, the entire ninety-ninth floor of the Yi Building was completely filled with white hair.

At this moment, Chu Yan put a finger on his eyebrows and closed his eyes.

In an instant, every day's insights from the four hundred and sixteen years of practicing in the outside world and the three hundred years of practicing on the Fallen Immortal Island came to mind, and countless pictures roared in Chu Yan's eyes.

"This is the pinnacle of my magical power in my life. My hair will turn white and I will die."

The unknown old man roared loudly, and the boundless white hair in all directions instantly became extremely hard. If it turned into countless sharp thorns, it suddenly stabbed towards Chu Yan.

White hair for generations

The power of this magical power is that it occupies everything in the space, making it impossible for you to avoid it, as if its white hair has replaced the entire sky.

At this moment, Chu Yan suddenly opened his eyes, moved his fingers away from his eyebrows in an instant, and shouted in his mouth: "The mark of time, the dragon of artistic conception"

Between the words, the boundless marks of time rushed out from the center of Chu Yan's eyebrows in an almost gushing manner, seemingly endless.

seven hundred and sixteen years

More than 260,000 time marks exploded, and on each time mark, a picture emerged. Each picture was a day spent by Chu Yan.

The next moment, every mark of time turned into a piece of dragon scale.

Finally, the imprints of countless years gathered together and turned into an extremely huge dragon of artistic conception. The dragon of artistic conception instantly surrounded Chu Yan and protected him entirely.

On this dragon of artistic conception, on countless scales, countless images flicker with light.

"Boom boom boom"

The sharp thorns transformed from the boundless white hair bombarded the defense of the dragon of artistic conception transformed from the imprint of time, making a roaring sound.

The marks of time keep collapsing, collapsing, collapsing

Two hundred and sixty thousand

Two hundred thousand

One hundred thousand ways

When it finally collapsed and there were only more than 7,000 paths left, the boundless white hair finally dissipated.

The artistic conception of the dragon is dilapidated.

One move, no winner or loser

There is blood hanging from the corner of Chu Yan's mouth, and the mark of time is branded by him. He only has this chance to use it. Today's battle will only look at this time.

"Dragon Killing of Artistic Conception"

Chu Yan waved his hand, and the dragon of broken artistic conception, composed of more than 7,000 marks of time, directly attacked the unknown old man.

At this moment, the nameless old man also spurted blood from his mouth. He did not expect that Chu Yan, who was only at the peak of Mingyi, which was a big level behind him, could withstand his attack, and even though his own magical power dissipated, his magical power remained.

"If you can't decide the outcome with one move, then use the second move to turn your hair white like a demon."

The unknown old man roared, and immediately the white-haired shadow around him appeared again, and instantly condensed into a huge devil-head shadow. The devil-head shadow's white hair fluttered, and its momentum was not as strong as the first time. , but also extremely terrifying

"boom"

The dragon of artistic conception was already broken, but now it collapsed under the collision of the white-haired devil's shadow.

"Little devil, please help me. Today, you only have to die."

"But not necessarily, the wine mirror reflects the moon"