There is only one person left in the sky and the earth.

Only Ning Yi is left.

This feeling... he is actually not unfamiliar with it.

When the monkey jumped up, Ning Yi figured out a lot of things.

Why, after crossing a certain scale in that long river of time, Luo Changsheng and Li Baitao both turned into stone statues and were frozen by fate... Only myself can live all the time.

Why did he still live unaffectedly until the way of heaven collapsed?

It turns out that my trip on the long river of time has not changed any future... Even if I break through the fruit of life and death, everything that should come will still come.

The arrival of the final prophecy, the nirvana of the human world, the death of sentient beings—

Ning Yi stood alone under the dark mountain top. He raised his head. There was an endless night in front of him. His naked eyes had lost its function. At this moment, he needed to use his "heart" to understand this world.

Ning Yi visualized the shape of the huge ancient tree in his mind.

It was also at this moment that a sound sounded in the world of silent and soundlessness...

It was a sound that could not describe the sound, tone, volume, and there was no difference between men and women, nor between high and low. This was the pure arrival of the spirit, simple and direct soul communication, and even made people feel that the existence of this sound was an illusion.

"Ning Yi..."

The master of the spirit directly lowered a ray of will, and his tone was neither sad nor happy.

"You're defeated."

Ning Yi looked back and saw that the war was over, all beings were dying, darkness was covered, and the sky collapsed. At this moment, the wanton sea water of the ocean should have submerged the two worlds.

This battle has been defeated.

"I'm not defeated yet."

Ning Yi suddenly spoke.

Letting the surrounding vanishing winds sweep over him, submerging him, like a knife, to tear his body apart, Ning Yi's tone was still calm: "I'm alive... I'm not defeated."

At the end of the battle, only one person was left.

So what?

He is still alive!

The huge and majestic will of ancient trees was silent.

The powerful pressure came down, and the bones all over the body seemed to be crushed, and the divine sea at the forehead acupoint was almost crushed... Faced with endless pain, Ning Yi smiled instead.

Gu Shu’s reaction at this moment just confirmed his idea...

Ten thousand years after the long river of time, he is still alive.

This means...he will not die at this moment!

Whether the sky and sea are pouring back or everything is gone, no matter how powerful this ancient tree is, no matter how powerful it is, it will not be able to kill itself.

The moment this idea was born.

The gale of wind in the darkness becomes colder—

Ning Yi's thoughts and thoughts were in front of the ancient tree, and there was no way to hide them.

Read the spirit of Jianmu directly and convey the sound again.

This time, the voice was extremely cold and mixed with disdain.

"...What's the use of you alive?"

With the transmission of this supreme will, the entire dark tree world trembled violently... If there is only one god allowed in this world, then it must be the eternal tree at this moment.

Only it can be regarded as a true God.

Survive for countless years, and take charge of the extinction of all living things-

There was a "bang" sound!

A ball of starlight that was spinning around Ning Yi suddenly exploded!

The mountain scroll was crushed without warning and exploded into a firefly in the darkness of the long night—

Immediately afterwards, there is the volume of the word!

The most powerful help from the sword holder is the Heavenly Book... The will of the ancient tree crushed all the seven balls of fire that were spinning around Ning Yi. When it destroyed the Heavenly Book, it vaguely realized something was wrong...

But this thought was ignored in a flash.

The sword holder who lost the Book of Heaven is like a beast with teeth drawn.

Destroy the Book of Heaven, destroy the hope of the sword holder!

This time, Ning Yi really lost everything.

All the books of heaven were blown up.

"Bang--"

A bunch of blood exploded on Ning Yi's shoulders.

The dark shadow penetrated into the flesh and blood, and drilled deep into the bone marrow.

Ning Yi groaned, his face suddenly pale, but he raised his head strongly and maintained a fearless smile. He was filled with blazing light and fire, and his shadow penetrated into it and was burned in an instant.

The burning at this moment is the pain that both sides have to bear!

Water can extinguish fire, and fire can boil water.

Ning Yi raised his head, his lips sneered coldly, but his eyes were full of provocation.

He kept silent, but seemed to be asking, "Don't you feel pain?"

No opening is required.

The moment this thought was born, the ancient tree read it. With a whoosh, a huge vine emerged from the mountains, slashing Ning Yi hard, pulling him out of the whole person-

Ning Yi endured the whip silently. He was beaten to pieces and his muscles were broken. This time, there was no new word book to repair his muscles and bones. Blood flew everywhere, falling into the darkness, splashing out the scorching candle flames!

"boom!"

Another whip!

"Boom, boom--"

One whip after another!

His body was so ravaged by the supreme will of the ancient tree and tortured repeatedly. In the end, the ground was about to fall apart, leaving only a dry and pale bones-

Such pain is even better than the torture when practicing pure yang energy!

If it were someone else, under such torture, even if the body has not been destroyed, the spirit has collapsed...

But Ning Yi endured the endless sea of ​​suffering, but was still laughing!

He laughed louder and louder, more and more presumptuously!

The three wisps of divine fire in the sea of ​​souls between the eyebrows were firmly held together under the majestic will of the ancient tree, unmoved, and became more intense!

There was only one thought roaring in his soul sea.

"You can't kill me!"

And in the end, the ancient tree did not kill him...

It’s not that I don’t want it, but that I can’t.

It tried countless methods, such as cutting, flooding, shaving of water, burning of wind... Ning Yi's three wisps of divine fire were firmly condensed from beginning to end. Like ancient trees, he could live forever even if his body decayed.

So in the end, everything about Ning Yi was dismantled.

In the end, only a thin skeleton was left, and the flesh and blood were removed, and they grew out and then removed. After repeated countless times, the skeleton was covered with scarlet red marks!

But...the divine fire is still burning.

Just like those years in the long river of time.

Ning Yi's divine fire was so slight that it was only the last trace, but it was like frost grass and could not be destroyed.

There is always a trace of it left.

In the end, the ancient tree lost patience, and it believed that Ning Yi's survival was an irreversible cause and effect, and an unimportant destiny.

Soon, the way of heaven in the human world will collapse.

What can I do if I keep Ning Yi alive?

What can be changed?

So he exiled him and threw the nearly broken life that had only one last breath into a dark void.

To endure endless loneliness is actually more cruel torture than to kill a person.

But what it didn't know was that all this was not unfamiliar to Ning Yi.

In a sense.

Ning Yi has experienced every moment he has experienced at this moment.

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To be continued...