Lin Xinyu Hearing these words, his expression immediately changed, and his strange pupils with dark golden lines shrank hard!
He thought for a moment following Wangliang's words and felt that the possibility of this was too high.
"I'm just wondering why he is so strong... If he is the reincarnation of such a big shot, then everything makes sense." Lin Xinyu gritted his teeth, his pupils filled with frustration and unwillingness.
Just thinking about his background makes Lin Xinyu feel deeply desperate and powerless.
"If you put it this way, we have a common enemy." Wangliang sneered, and the cold murderous intention radiated caused the surrounding vegetation to wither.
Wangliang Do you hate Lin Fei? Of course you hate it to the core!
The majestic God of Assassins was accidentally injured by his sword energy, and was almost completely destroyed in form and spirit, and even Heavenly Punishment was broken. He even had to attach a trace of his soul to Heavenly Punishment, and was imprisoned for a full two thousand years.
Two thousand years!
Wangliang even talked to himself at one point, was close to collapse several times, and was even about to have a schizophrenia. Those long years of loneliness, darkness, gloom, and extreme depression, and with no hope at all, I don't know how long these days will last.
Even, Wangliang thought about whether to commit suicide. It would be over once and for all.
But he is God of Assassins, the most forbearing and enduring existence. After all, he has survived two thousand years with a mind that ordinary people cannot imagine.
"So what, can you kill him?" Lin Xinyu struck mercilessly.
"Today is different from the past," Wangliang sneered and said, "The spiritual energy is exhausted, and the gods are disappearing from the world. The gods who can stay in the world are either insignificant remnant souls like me, or the insignificant spiritual imprints of those large sects."
"No matter how powerful this Lin Fei was in the past, he is just a mortal after reincarnation! Look, let alone him, isn't the Yinglong who came back from the dead only Golden Core Realm?"
Lin Xinyu sneered and said sarcastically, "Hey, I thought you were God of Assassins? I only have a trace of my soul left, and you are still here to give advice? Should I remind you that no matter how weak Yinglong and Lin Fei are, it will be easy for me to kill you?"
It was obvious that she had completely lost her confidence and hope for revenge.
Like an insurmountable peak standing in front of us, Lin Xinyu could only look up in despair.
Ancestor Wangliang, who had a high self-esteem, also fell silent at this moment.
After a long while, he gritted his teeth and said, "It's a shame that the spiritual energy has dried up! Otherwise, my cultivation will recover very quickly, and I will kill him like a grass!"
Lin Xinyu smiled "haha" and said feebly, "Forget it, the spiritual energy has been exhausted for two thousand years, and you are still daydreaming, hoping that it can be revived?"
"What's more, even if the spiritual energy is restored, Lin Fei, as a reincarnated body, can't practice at a faster speed than your original soul, so what?"
"He has Yinglong by his side. Yinglong is the original existence! It is the same original existence as you. Restoring your cultivation can be thousands of times faster than practicing step by step!"
What shocked Lin Xinyu was that Wangliang smiled sadly.
The laughter is filled with unparalleled confidence and arrogance, as well as memories and emotions of the glorious past.
Lin Xinyu was confused by his abnormal reaction, and immediately frowned and asked, "Why are you laughing?"
Wangliang finally stopped smiling and said firmly, "Yinglong? Let's make it 50-50. I often hurt her during our sparring sessions!"
"As long as my spiritual energy is revived, I can find half of Heavenly Punishment trapped in the small world, and then find Earthly Destruction of Qiongchan, I will have no problem killing her!"
Lin Xinyu had a look of horror on his face. He didn't expect that the guy inside him who was often cursed with anger would turn out to be such a brilliant and powerful existence back then.
Although she was thinking so in her heart, she didn't give Wangliang a good look, and deliberately said with a straight face, "Who can't tell lies? If you are so strong, how could you be accidentally injured by a sword energy and almost be destroyed in body and soul?"
Wangliang was stabbed in a painful spot again, and he suddenly became angry. "You little girl! That sword cut off Jianmu. Who do you think can stop it?"
"I was accidentally injured by this sword and survived. It's not a humiliating thing. I'm afraid people will be shocked if word spreads - Ancestor Wangliang is indeed able to survive under this sword."
Lin Xinyu laughed and joked, "Why, you are still very proud and worthy of showing off? Do you want me to give you a certificate?"
Wangliang almost has the urge to vomit blood. He feels that his life is too difficult, and he has to be beaten to death by this kind of little girl movie every day.
He took a deep breath, his voice became lower, and he sighed, "If you haven't seen that sword back then, you won't understand."
"Little girl, please don't think that I am a small character just because I am in such a predicament now. Do you know who the people who were on the same level as me were back then?"
Lin Xinyu rolled his eyes and asked casually, "Who is it?"
Wangliang sneered, and the words were sonorous and powerful, with cadence. "Yinglong, Nüba, Guangchengzi, Flame Emperor, Zhurong!"
Lin Xinyu's face changed, and he was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a long time.
What kind of horrible myths are these?
God of Heavenly Dragons!
The ancient god of drought, the originator of zombies!
Heavenly Venerable Yuanshi, one of the twelve Golden Immortal!
One of the two ancestors of Huaxia, Flame Emperor Shennong Clan!
Ancient Vulcan!
"A terrifying existence of this level was accidentally injured by a sword and it took... seconds?" Lin Xinyu Not only was his eyelids twitching, he even felt his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys were trembling.
Lin Fei's past life was too terrifying!
"This kind of supreme existence will also Samsara be reincarnated?" Lin Xinyu began to panic and thought of a suffocating possibility.
"It can't be wrong, because his opponent is also of the same level. I think they should have perished together at that time." Wangliang sighed and said, "Being able to be reincarnated under the power of Demonic Venerable of the Six Paths of Reincarnation is quite shocking."
Lin Xinyu couldn't come back to his senses for a long time. He sighed after a long while, closed his eyes, and murmured, "It doesn't matter how glorious you were in the past?"
Wangliang's mood also dropped.
The era of depleted spiritual energy is really disappointing.
It would be great if the spiritual energy could be restored.
He just thought about it and laughed to himself, knowing that his past glory no longer existed.
"How can spiritual energy be restored?"
Jiangnan Province, Hong Xiaowei In the residence of Zangjiao in the golden house.
He did not touch the woman who looked exactly like Su Caiwei as usual, but opened a blood-stained ancient book with trembling hands, his face full of madness and paranoia.
"Blood Prison Sword Art".
On the mottled cover, there is also a line of ancient fonts.
"Sword Demon Duan Canghai I looked at the stone tablet left by Chaos Emperor Lord, studied it with concentration, and understood the supreme Demon Path sword formula."
It's just that Hong Xiaowei doesn't know.
Chaos Emperor Lord is one of the honorific names for Lin Fei in the multiverse.