Chapter 259: Going back to the origin

These three people escaped separately, and even the masters of Tongtian were difficult to catch up. They thought they had escaped.

But immediately, they felt something strange. A faint trace of the heart demon was born in their minds. This was simply incredible. Since they passed the six-level heart disaster, there has never been a heart demon.

But at this moment, there was indeed a demon in their minds, and they rushed towards their minds in an instant, trying to occupy their minds.

"How is it possible? I have never heard of it. After going through the heart disaster, I will still produce inner demons? And it is still so fierce."

One of the Jidao Sect cultivators running to the left was full of incredible expressions, but he quickly reacted. The inner demon was really coming in a fierce manner and was going to occupy their minds. Moreover, the power of the inner demon could actually be comparable to his power during the sixth center of gravity calamity, which was extremely terrifying.

Fortunately, he is now a Mahayana master, and his mind is so powerful that he is definitely different from the past, so he suppressed him in an instant. However, after just a delay, when he raised his head, the expression on his face instantly frozen.

In front of him, a ghost appeared, which was Yang Yi.

Yang Yi showed a grim smile on his face, and he reached out and grabbed it. The huge power was like thunder, and he directly grabbed the Mahayana master.

This Mahayana master was about to resist, but immediately, the inner demon in his body was about to move again at this time. The momentum on his body disappeared instantly, and a look of horror appeared on his face.

"You... can you actually manipulate the inner demon?"

This monk seemed to see a ghost, manipulating other people's inner demons. This is really incredible and unimaginable.

Yang Yi's finger moved slightly, and he could clearly feel the activities of the inner demon in the other person's body. With just one thought, the inner demon would explode instantly. Although the other party could suppress it, his strength was reduced by at least half, which was simply vulnerable.

This is the horror of the immortal magic technique of the Heart Sutra of Demon Control. Every immortal magic technique is extremely powerful. Yang Yi possesses this immortal magic and is simply unrivaled when he uses it. He just needs to activate the opponent's inner demon in battle, which is undoubtedly a fatal blow to the enemy.

Of course, the Heart Sutra of Controlling Demons is not something that anyone can induce. Yang Yi has no choice but to have a strong will and a rock-like heart.

"Bang!"

Yang Yi directly punched the monk, grabbed his soul out, and threw it into the Tianhe Star Map and turned it into the purest original power.

"Swoosh!"

Yang Yi did the same thing, killing another monk and throwing his soul into the Star Map of Tianhe.

At this time, only the eleven young masters were left.

The Eleventh Young Master's face changed drastically at this time, and he also felt the inner demon. However, he was much stronger than the other two masters, and he was cautious and directly suppressed the inner demon at all costs. However, his whole body did not stop, but continued to fly forward.

"Hmph, this mysterious monk is so powerful, it must not be simple. When I go back this time, I must report to my father, and also tell my father that idiot Thirteen who messed up the matter, and maybe I will be praised by my father and benefit endlessly."

The Eleventh Young Master was secretly thinking that he had already flew hundreds of kilometers and thought he was restless. There was no movement behind him, and he was thinking about how to get some benefits.

Suddenly, he sensed an extremely dangerous aura in his mind. When he turned around, he saw a terrifying hand that was only hundreds of feet in size, covering the sky and the sun, emitting yellow light and stenching.

This hand was so terrifying. The Eleventh Young Master screamed, and his body was shattered by the big hand. His soul was even corroded and disappeared into the void.

"Swoosh!"

A man appeared behind this terrifying hand, Yang Yi.

He looked at the Eleventh Young Master who was directly killed by the corroded hand, shook his head slightly and said, "This Eleventh Young Master is really cunning and cautious. He can instantly suppress the inner demons and run away with a life of nowhere. But if you meet me, you will have to die!"

It was Yang Yi who used a corrosive hand behind and directly killed the Eleventh Young Master. Otherwise, this Eleventh Young Master would be full of tricks and Yang Yi would have to be careful, and it would be difficult to kill.

After killing the Eleventh Young Master, Yang Yi turned around and flew backwards, and the figure of the past was still echoing in his mind.

When Yang Yi was in danger, a drop of magical essence and blood in his body saved him. It was a drop of essence and blood of a master of transformation. Later, when Yang Yi transformed, the sealed memory opened instantly. He finally knew that his sister Yang Shan, who had been following him and could not practice, was actually a terrifying master of transformation. That drop of essence and blood was also used by Yang Shan to protect him.

Hundreds of years have passed, and Yang Yi has grown to such a point that he is not afraid of the masters of Tongtian, but he did not expect that he can meet old friends.

"Although this Wan Ziqing has a completely different temperament from Yang Shan, her appearance is still the same. More importantly, the breath of essence and blood that once in my body is the same as the breath of this Wan Ziqing. She is Yang Shan!"

Yang Yi became more and more sure that this Wan Ziqing was Yang Shan.

At this time, Wan Zilin and Wan Ziqing both frowned. Yang Yi suddenly disappeared and went to chase the Eleventh Young Master, leaving only the two of them behind.

"This person is actually going to chase the Eleventh Young Master? Does he really want to kill the Eleventh Young Master?" Wan Zilin felt a little incredible. After all, the power of the Jidao Sect is so huge that only the Nine Ding Sect can compete in the entire Tianhe Star Domain.

There were splendid lights in Wan Ziqing's eyes. Her eyes looked into the distance and suddenly whispered: "That mysterious man seems to be back."

Wan Zilin quickly looked at it and saw a figure flying towards them in the distance.

"Swoosh!"

Yang Yi fell to the two women, and Wan Zilin hurriedly smiled and said, "Thank you for your help. We are all disciples of Yaochi Palace. If you don't abandon me, please follow us to the Yaochi Palace for a remark. We will definitely repay the kindness of fellow Taoist."

"Is Yaochi Palace?"

Yang Yi didn't care about their kindness. He stared at Wan Ziqing, and the familiar aura became stronger and stronger.

Wan Zilin smiled faintly and said, "By the way, I don't know if the fellow Taoist has chased the eleventh young master?"

Yang Yi stretched out his hand and a huge bell suddenly appeared in his hand. It was the bronze bell of the Eleventh Young Master just now. However, after he used the light of annihilation just now, his spiritual light has become extremely dim.

"Suppressing the Evil-Suppressing the Bronze Bell, fellow Taoist, is it that the Eleventh Young Master already..."

Wan Zilin's face changed, and a solemn expression appeared on her face.

Yang Yi nodded lightly and said, "No, it's just a little Mahayana master. Killing him is as easy as killing an ant!"

Yang Yi's arrogant aura immediately made Wan Zilin guess in his heart. He didn't think Yang Yi was crazy, but felt that it was natural that the power Yang Yi used just now had completely shocked her.

Wan Ziqing had a trace of doubt in her heart, but it also disappeared at this time. The mysterious man in front of her, his tone and breath, was the kind of domineering person who mastered the heavens. He was really far from the person in her memory and could not be compared.

Yang Yi looked at Wan Ziqing and suddenly said, "Fellow Daoist Wan Ziqing, do you think Yang looks very much like a person?"

Wan Ziqing's expression was shocked, and she looked up at Yang Yi and said, "How did fellow Taoist know?"

Yang Yi asked again: "Is that person named Yang Yi?"

Wan Ziqing's expression changed drastically, as if he had seen a ghost. Wan Zilin also noticed something abnormal, her breath flashed around her and was already alert.

Yang Yi's aura suddenly disappeared, as if he suddenly changed from a master with sharp edge to an ordinary person.

Seeing this change, Wan Ziqing's eyes showed a blur.

Yang nodded and shouted lightly: "Yang Shan!"

"boom!"

The two words Yang Shan exploded in Wan Ziqing's mind, and she instantly understood that the person in front of her was the lingering figure in her mind, her brother in "nominal".

"Yang...Yang Yi, are you really Yang Yi?"

Wan Ziqing was in a state of confusion. Although she was already a master of the soul, she would never have thought that she would meet the young monk in the blood coagulation realm of the past, and even more so that this young monk had grown to the point where she had to look up to him.

A warm feeling came from Yang Yi's heart. He had never felt this feeling since he left Qingyang Mansion alone. Now that he saw his former "sister" Yang Shan, he felt a warm feeling came from.

In an instant, Yang Yi recalled the past again, his dead father, the carefreeness he had in Qingyang Mansion, and the warmth of him and Yang Shan when he lost his memory.

This feeling was extremely beautiful. Yang Yi seemed to be immersed in a wonderful space, quietly enjoying the beauty brought by memories. At the same time, the hundred-foot Dharma body in Yang Yi seemed to be unwilling to be lonely, and even made roars, and the rolling power echoed rapidly in his body.

"boom!"

Wan Zilin and Wan Ziqing were inexplicably shocked. They felt the power that could easily destroy them from Yang Yi's body.

"Senior sister, is this?"

Wan Ziqing didn't understand the truth, but Wan Zilin was knowledgeable and stared at Yang Yi tightly, and said in a deep voice: "This is him experiencing the truth and tracing the origin."

"What? Understand the truth and trace back to the origin? This... isn't this an insight that only requires cultivating the soul? Isn't Yang Yi really not cultivating the soul?"

This was really shocking and terrifying. Yang Yi's breath was only the seventh level of escape from the robbery. They all thought it was because Yang Yi's restrained breath, but now it seems that it is probably true.
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