The seal on the top of the mountain was broken, and the ancient sword buried deep in the huge rock was close at hand.

Bai Yi had already grasped the hilt of the sword with one hand, but the one arm that suddenly grabbed on the other side was a moment faster than him.

Bang! Bang!

The two equally slender hands grabbed the hilt of the sword at the same time. As soon as they were up and down, Jiuchen's hilt made a light sound, swaying back and forth. The next moment, Bai Yi's body was broken and flew out like a kite with broken strings.

The hilt of the sword he held at the same time and the huge force that was tearing into his arms at the same time, under this pure force competition, Bai Yi, who was operating the Dunjia Jue, was easily shocked by the other party.

roar!

The furious mad dragon fell like a whirlwind, and before the candlelight's fangs bit the opponent, the strange beast that was about to break through level 8 was blown away by a punch.

On the top of the mountain, the young man in blue had a crazy smile in his eyes, and the black hair behind him spread out like night. In his low roar, the ancient sword that had been buried for thousands of years was suddenly pulled out by him.

In the blue sky, endless floating clouds gathered, like dust rushing in, and finally escaped into the ancient sword that pierced the sky.

The Nine Chen Sword finally reappeared in the world, but it was not in Bai Yi's hands.

"Mid-stage of God Transformation..."

Holding the ancient sword in his hand, the figure standing on the top of the mountain chuckled: "Immortal Lord, I am back."

I came back, a whisper that looked like a family member sounded warm, but Bai Yi, who had his body fixed in the air, could only hear the coldness that was so cold that he could only hear.

After erasing the blood at the corner of his mouth, Bai Yi's waist and back straightened up again, silently looking at the young man on the top of the mountain. The roaring candlelight was about to be rushed out, but he waved his hand to block it.

"Just come back." Bai Yi said softly: "I have endured a killing disaster for thousands of years for me, and I have suffered."

"I'm involved?" The young man on the top of the mountain waved his hand in surprise and said, "No, no, it should be my responsibility to suffer a disaster for the Immortal Lord. How can I say that I'm involved?"

In the other party's polite tone, Bai Yi nodded and said, "Since that's the case, then let's dissipate your mind and come back."

"Respect the decree!" The young man on the top of the mountain bowed, as if he was very obedient, but he had not looked up for a long time.

The sun rises eastward, and slowly climbs up to the sky on the top of the mountain. The entire Qishan Mountain is shrouded in sunshine, with only the range of the top of the mountain, as if it has driven out the sunshine, making people feel no warmth.

"Lord Immortal, what did you experience to become what you are today?"

After a while, the clone finally slowly raised his head, and the brilliance flashed in his eyes. The previous conscience no longer existed, and a joke appeared in his tone.

"Being surrounded and killed by the five scattered immortals, the body fell and the remnant soul was reborn." Bai Yi's face was not visible, and he was telling in a calm tone.

"The body fell!" The clone suddenly roared: "Five scattered immortals, I will kill them sooner or later, and I will avenge the immortal master!"

The atmosphere on the top of the mountain became strange at this time, as if the Xiaoyao Immortal Lord did not exist between Bai Yi and his clone, and the two of them were two different individuals who were separated from the Immortal Lord.

"How is it? Do I feel like you?" The clone's tone changed in vain and asked with expectation.

Bai Yi shook his head and said, "It's not like."

Boom!

In a huge roar, the top of Qishan was directly broken by the clone's punch, and huge rocks rolled down one after another, dust covering the sky and the earth.

"How is it? Is it like this time?"

In the dust, there was another question with expectation. A nearly twisted face of the young man in blue gradually emerged from the dust. His gritted teeth seemed to be about to swallow a person alive.

"It's almost done." Bai Yi chuckled and said, "You are not me after all."

"We are all the souls of the Immortal Lord. You can't humiliate me like this." The face of the young man in blue returned to normal in an instant, with a slight shyness, and his eyes were clear and innocent like a child.

"Ha, you are a soul used to control your clone, and I am the real soul." Bai Yi spread his hands and said proudly: "You do not have my memory inheritance, so you are not me."

The soul without memory is not the Xiaoyao Immortal Lord, but just a thought.

"Who said I don't have any memory?" The young man in blue became happy again at this time and said excitedly: "I have thousands of years of memory. I remember the time when the heavenly tribulation came, and the pain of being killed by heavenly thunder every day. I still remember the look of your eyes when you left the Qingkong area. I remember all these, I remember them all."

"I look at you? Look, you are not me at all." Bai Yi's smile seemed very gentle: "If you are me, you should say that I look at me, and what did you remember ten thousand years ago?"

"Ten Thousand Years ago..." The young man in blue seemed a little distressed, but soon, he became happy again: "The memories of ten thousand years ago, after we merged into one, I will remember them. Look, how smart I am!"

After waiting for ten thousand years, I finally met another self. The young man in blue seemed very happy. He continued, "Hurry up, I can't wait. I have to remember all my memories, and then become the real immortal master and rule the Qing airspace!"

Looking at the young man who was shouting loudly as a child on the top of the mountain, Bai Yi's smile gradually disappeared and he said in a low tone: "You can't become an immortal because you have no life."

In the depths of the sky, it seemed that thunder was coming, and the cheering figure began to calm down. The black hair of the young man in blue roared in the wind, and the innocence in his eyes had long disappeared, and replaced by the gloom like an abyss.

The clone, after all, is just a puppet. Because of the soul of Xiaoyao Immortal Lord, he can lead to the heavenly tribulation. In fact, he does not have real life.

"Is there any life... there will be." The young man in blue suddenly laughed wildly: "Because you are still alive, my Immortal Lord! Fuse your residual soul and occupy your body, and I will have life!"

Unconcealed madness and greed appeared in his eyes, and the young man in blue said with a grim voice: "I thought I was going to fight with the real immortal master, but I didn't expect that our immortal master would become a god-turning cultivation. It's a thunder tribulation that God has been wronged for me, so he gave me this great gift, hahaha!"

"Jiuchen Sword, do you think you can kill me by getting the Jiuchen Sword?" The young man in blue shouted hysterically: "I have endured the pain of thousands of heavenly thunder for you. Can't you let me be you? Now, Jiuchen is in my hands, what else can you use to kill me!"

"Your residual soul, your body, and your memories are all mine!" The young man in blue raised his sword to the sky and laughed wildly: "Everything that belongs to you, Bai Yi, is all mine!"

After thousands of years of baptism of heavenly thunder, a monster who dares to challenge the immortals was finally refined. The depression, loneliness, hatred, expectation, and all kinds of emotions and feelings finally merged into a thought.

I want to take back everything that belongs to me!
Chapter completed!