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Qing Yang Huan felt that everything he was experiencing in front of him was extremely real, and he became an ordinary clansman in the Hou Hou Department in this way, getting along with the clansmen in the tribe day and night, and decades have passed in the blink of an eye, and because of his limited talent, he is still only a cultivator of the Totem Realm.

The Hou Department, a pinnacle Hou Department in the Southern Wilderness of the Great Wilderness, the four elders of the clan are all in the realm of half kings, with millions of clansmen, and the fortune of the clan is prosperous, and the momentum is like a rainbow.

The contemporary patriarch is also a powerful man who is only a hundred years old, and his combat power has far surpassed that of the four Supreme Elders, and he is recognized as a strong man in the clan who will lead the Qiang to glory.

Over the years, Qingyang Huan has not left the Hou Hou Department too far, but the luck of the clan has manifested into a spirit python, and the purple qi has fallen on every clan, making him understand that it is definitely not the land of the human race where he is.

It's a pity that his appearance here is restricted, and he can only passively take this body as the main body, go down according to everything that belongs to this body, and experience every day of life.

It was not until two years later, during a hunting trip into the mountains, that he was devoured by an evil spirit and died.

At the moment of death, he was extremely clear, feeling how he was swallowed by the evil spirit, and the horror of death filled the entire mental world, as if engraved in his heart with a pen knife.

However, death is not the end, and when he reawakens from the death crisis, he finds himself once again with a new identity.

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In the yellow sand sky, ten rounds of the sun are in the sky, the mountains and rivers are sunburned into a barren, the earth is cracked, the land is desertified, between the heaven and the earth, the scorching breath is rolling, and even the void is constantly burning illusory flames.

Thunder and fire fell from the sky, the whole heaven and earth seemed to become an ocean of flames, the sand under his feet was as hot as rolling magma, Qingyang Huan walked between the yellow sand, this was the ninth reincarnation he experienced.

This time, he was also an ordinary warrior, a lone sand thief wandering in the desert.

It's just that he, a sand thief, is a bit miserable, he hasn't met a warrior in the desert for half a year, and he has lost his way in the yellow sand.

As he finally walked, he plunged headlong into the yellow sand, and the yellow sand that rolled up for only a moment submerged him, and the danger of death came again, and he felt his vitality gradually passing.

The ninth reincarnation was thus buried in the yellow sand of the sky.

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Changing the scene again and again, facing death again and again, Qingyang Huan also reacted, he fell into reincarnation after stepping into the ladder, and every time he experienced the scene, it was extremely real, just like being reborn in a lifetime.

Although the world scene is changing every time, his memory is not banned, and every life and death are vividly remembered and remembered.

And every death is a test of the soul, intertwined with all kinds of emotions, family affection, tribe, all the inseparable renunciation, all become a heavy blow to the soul torture.

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In the eighteenth reincarnation, in the reckless mountain forest, he turned into an ancient tree in the mountain, the branches of the tree swayed, exuding a rich vitality, but the fierce beasts in the mountain scrambled, directly affected him, uprooted, and finally turned into broken branches and sawdust, and merged with the soil.

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After his twenty-third rebirth, he became a shark whale in the ocean, torn apart into a pile of flesh and blood by a larger dragon whale, which became the dragon's mouth.

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Reincarnation again and again, completely falling into a kind of spell, reincarnation, death, reincarnation, death, as if there is no end.

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In the ninety-ninth reincarnation, he became a king, and on that day, the Outer Heaven Continent descended, striking the endless starry sky, and countless Terrans on the Terran Continent were frightened and crawled and wept.

He went up in the direction of the falling continent, wanting to shelter the people of one clan, and finally in the sky above the Terran continent, the terrifying squeeze brought by the arrival of the outer continent crushed the king's body, and the king's blood was sprinkled in the wilderness.

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Above the ladder.

"I've seen it almost as well, I've died more than a hundred times, and I'm going to have to go crazy if I die. ”

The purple light figure on the starry sky, a pair of eyes pierced through the eternity, and saw the world scene that evolved on the ladder.

"If you can't understand the truth and falsehood, and you can't see through the nothingness, even if you die a thousand times, dying ten thousand times is just illusory, and reincarnation is destiny, this is the truth!" the Aotian Sword Emperor shook his head and said loudly.

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In the one hundred and thirty-second reincarnation, in the endless starry sky, Qingyang Huan incarnated as a Terran general, fought with the Starry Sky Zerg for thousands of years, and was finally swallowed by a female insect who was ranked in the king rank.

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In the one hundred and forty-first reincarnation, he became a stone lion guarding the tomb in the ancient burial place, and the endless years were standing, and the dead years almost made him crazy, too quiet, without the slightest vitality, and loneliness made people's hearts shatter.

In the spiritual world, the demon clouds rolled, and the demon clouds continued to manifest in the demon clouds, these figures were the immortal thoughts left over after his death again and again, the hideous face, and the roar that penetrated the heart, so that the spiritual will fell into a trance.

"Who am I?"

There are more than a hundred of himself in the spiritual world, and each of them has a complete life, which one is the real him.

The more this is the case, the more chaotic Qingyang Huan feels, and the life scenes that have appeared in the past are intertwined and collided with each other in the spiritual world, and even chaotically fused together.

This sudden change made his spiritual world completely fall, and the originally chaotic chaotic airflow, the law of ten thousand paths, and the power of the stars on the ladder returned to calm, and Qingyang Huan's figure sat on the white jade steps of heaven and earth.

However, at this moment, he trembled like chaff, his breath was disordered, like a bonfire in the wind, crumbling, and only a trace of clarity remained.

The last Qingming aura belonging to Qingyang Huan was also swaying, and the imprints of reincarnation in the dim spiritual world were roaring, wanting to fight for control of the body.

"Real me!"

I don't know how long it has been, Qingyanghuan's body trembled, and in an instant, his eyes opened and closed, the depths of his pupils were as dark as a black hole, and a little blue light bloomed brightly.

In the spiritual world covered with demon clouds, a ray of light illuminated the darkness and began to dispel the demon clouds, as if the morning sun was rising, dispelling the remnants of the night, and the hideous figures rolling in the demon clouds were like dew under the morning sun, constantly dissolving.

Buzz! Buzz!

The spiritual world is full of blue light, dispelling all the demon clouds, and the spiritual figure that is the same as Qingyang Huan stands with his hands in his hands, the green robe on his body flows with scorching divine light, and all the figures in the reincarnation scenes he has experienced before have turned into a memory imprinted in the spiritual world, they are just a memory, that's all.

Removing the false and keeping the truth, the various reincarnations he experienced just allowed him to find his true self from hypocrisy, and at this moment, Qing Yanghuan's state of mind skyrocketed to a terrifying level.

Airplanes!

The eyes burst out with a brilliant divine light, filled with a strong aura of reincarnation, with a kind of truth.

At the same moment, around the ladder where he was sitting cross-legged, the chaotic air currents, the power of the stars, and the laws of the Ten Thousand Daos that had settled down rippled, and one after another ripples went in all directions, colliding with each other and rolling up waves.

Rumble!

The moment these forces collided, the surrounding void began to distort, chaos emerged, and turned into a huge vortex above his head, feeling the changes around him, his mind fell silent again.

Since the last time he stabilized the cultivation realm of the peak of the king's first heaven, he has not found the qi opportunity to be promoted again, after all, the king's double heaven law king realm needs to let the law and the small world merge into one and turn it into the law in the realm.

However, his boundless path is constantly supplementing, and every time he integrates one more law of ten thousand paths, it is equivalent to experiencing a transformation.

The King Dual Heaven needs the law and the small world to be integrated, and if the Boundless Dao Law transforms, then the small world will also metamorphose, that is to say, the Boundless Dao Law will transform once, and the Dharma King Realm that belongs to him needs to go through one more baptism.

For other kings, the cultivation of the king realm is so difficult that even a powerful martial artist can hardly withstand the pressure of breaking through again and again.

Fortunately, the reincarnation of death experienced on the ladder this time made up for his lack of state of mind, compared to feeling his own death again and again, now it seems that even if he reconforms to the small world after perfecting the law every time, it is nothing, the original road has come out, and whether he can go to the end depends on himself.

Nearly one hundred and fifty reincarnations of death, not only experienced one hundred and fifty rebirths of death, but also more than a hundred cultivations, and now these cultivation perceptions and the test of life and death have been integrated, making his realm break in one fell swoop.

Airplanes!

In the midst of his thoughts, the chaotic air currents around heaven and earth were attracted, and the top of his head began to fall.

In an instant, Qing Yanghuan felt that he was numb all over, wisps of electric light filled his body, and the terrifying power fell.

In an instant, a ray of Xuanhuang divine light erupted, and a small world like a mud embryo appeared above his head, slowly turning, bringing the falling chaotic air flow into the small world.

However, even so, there were still a lot of chaotic air currents mixed with the power of the stars and the laws of ten thousand ways pouring into his body, causing his flesh and blood to roar and spasm.

The Boundless Dao Law manifests itself, emerges in the small world, and blends into the chaotic airflow, which is the origin of all Dao Dao, and has tolerance for the Dao Law, and the Boundless Dao Law can be easily integrated into it.

Then the chaotic airflow fell into the small world, merging with the small world, and along with the boundless Dao method, it also integrated into every inch of the small world.

Of course, it would take a long time for the Dao Fa to be fully integrated into every inch of dirt and void in the small world, and Qingyang Huan sat on the ladder and fell into a realm breakthrough.