In fact, although he can control the reincarnation gate now, he really hasn't seriously studied the origin of the reincarnation gate, and many things have been covered up over the years.

He had only lived for many years, and the dust that fell on the reincarnation gate was bigger than the ancestors of his ancestors.

This can't all be blamed on him, he really doesn't dare to show such a treasure to others, take it out and ask others, that's not easy to learn, that's looking for death.

I don't know how many old guys want to snatch it away, the seniors of the division are not there, and occasionally I meet one who either kicks his ass or is beaten, and you say who can you ask.

Can't blame me.

Reciting this sentence silently in his heart, Qingyang Huan summoned the humanitarian reincarnation door with peace of mind.

I don't know if it's the reason for the arrival of humane luck, at this moment, the breath emanating from the reincarnation gate is becoming more and more reckless and ancient, and in a trance, Qingyanghuan feels that he is baptized by the breath of time

In the blink of an eye, this barren aura swept through every blood and bone in his body, and his whole body seemed to fall into a kind of warm sun.

Airplanes!

Finally, the sky above the ruins of the world, the purple qi rushed, the Tianhe burst the embankment, and the monstrous water poured into the pouring mouth, pouring thousands of miles, and the purple qi that fell from the top of Qingyang Huan's head at this moment is this state.

Qi Luck Purple Qi found a place to pour, and Qi Luck True Dragon couldn't help but let out a dragon groan, which sounded very sour.

The purple qi of the rolling qi turned into a huge purple whirlpool above Qingyang Huan's head, like a small Star Swirl, rotating and intertwining, and the purple air flow was like a large dragon coiling, and finally submerged into the black hole in the center of the vortex.

In the center of the black hole is a quaint bronze door full of cracks, and for a while, there is a sound like gurgling and drinking, which makes people feel creepy at first glance.

The reincarnation gate has been hungry for too long, swallowing the glow of purple gas, Qingyang Huan's eyes squinted slightly towards the reincarnation gate, the fine cracks are meandering, and the dense number is not clear.

In contrast, the dilapidated reincarnation of humanity will not be the most powerful, although it is full of large cracks, but all parts of the body are still complete.

Back then, the Great Netherworld collapsed, and the six reincarnation gates were all defeated or even broken, and it was hard to imagine what kind of force could cause such destruction.

This is an ancient artifact, the existence of the legend that was born at the beginning of the opening of heaven and earth, although there was no reputation before this, but it was a treasure born by nature, and it could be beaten like this, such an existence, or you have to stay away.

Airplanes!

The purple qi fell down, like a large amount of water poured on the bluestone, bursting out a little purple light, and then turned into a small purple light swimming dragon, submerged into the winding cracks, like a purple glow dancing.

Under Qingyang Huan's gaze, some small lines on the edge of the reincarnation gate began to heal, and purple light seeped into these cracks, and wisps of black qi spread out along the cracks, annihilating into nothingness.

"It worked. ”

Although only a small crack was repaired, as more and more purple qi descended, the cracks on the reincarnation door began to heal in large quantities.

The same black gas that diffused out became more and more, converging into a black mist, and between the rolling of the mist, a hazy phantom was conjured, with teeth and claws, wanting to pounce down and bite everything.

The reincarnation gate is too dilapidated, and the dense cracks are too many to count, and it is not an overnight thing to repair and complete.

On top of that, there are six gates of reincarnation.

It's bound to be a long process.

Qing Yanghuan waved his hand, and scattered the black qi that gathered in everything, as early as when he entered the reincarnation realm, he thought of repairing the reincarnation gate.

It's a pity that his strength was not enough at the beginning, and when he was in the king realm, he couldn't find a way to repair it for a while.

Now that luck is coming, the humane luck is magnificent and boundless, and the momentum is like a rainbow, which is the general trend of the entire human race gathering, and it has supreme mystery, and it is not surprising that it can repair the ancient artifact of the reincarnation gate.

With the advent of luck, the barren aura was more and more released from the reincarnation gate, and in a trance, an illusory shadow appeared in Qingyanghuan's spiritual world.

Unfortunately, these shadows were too hazy, and for a moment he couldn't discern what kind of existence they were.

A kind of will floated out, lingering outside the gate of reincarnation, these illusory shadows were not like the evil shadows that had been conjured up in the black smoke before, giving him a natural sense of closeness.

"Does the reincarnation gate have a will?"

Instantly, Qingyang Huan looked stunned, he thought of this possibility, as an ancient artifact born of heaven and earth, it was not a strange thing to give birth to Lingzhi, perhaps because of the heavy damage at the end of the Middle Ages, Lingzhi fell into a deep sleep.

In the Middle Ages, the human race multiplied to the peak, and naturally controlled many mysteries between heaven and earth, just like the beginning of heaven and earth, there were only three thousand avenues between the whole heaven and earth.

In the Middle Ages, the development of the human race came to the cusp, and when it came to carrying the fortune of heaven and earth, the great underworld was established to divide yin and yang for this piece of heaven and earth.

It's a pity that the long-cherished wish of the ancestors of the Middle Ages is now only the broken reincarnation gate.

Roar!

In a trance, a roar exploded in the spiritual world, like a thunderstorm in the nine heavens, and illusory figures emerged, stomping on the sky, supporting the backbone of heaven and earth, and letting out an unwilling roar.

The ancient time and space opened in his spiritual world, Qingyang Huan was startled, and suddenly the phantom shadow in the sky disappeared like a bubble, and everything disappeared.

When he reacted and wanted to chase this breath, he found that the purple gas that fell from the top of the heavenly dome had almost drifted away, and through the big crack, he could see the divine mountain towering into chaos hundreds of millions of miles away, and the heavenly dragon outside the divine mountain was like a god, overlooking the four directions of heaven and earth.

Airplanes!

A faint ray of blue light flowed from the Humane Reincarnation Gate, and the entire bronze gate was covered with ancient runes, densely intertwined and intertwined, one covering one heavy, and the barren aura swept out, enveloping him.

At this moment, there was a feeling of arm command between Qing Yanghuan himself and the Humane Reincarnation Gate, as if he was a part of his body.

Rubbing against the humane bronze door, the blue light was scorching, not dazzling, and it transmitted a warm feeling to his palm, and the barren breath washed the spiritual world over and over again.

Airplanes!

The roar sounded, like muffled thunder, which attracted the attention of Qingyang Huan, and then the reincarnation door in his hand was full of green light, and the closed copper door opened, and suddenly the blue light in the sky manifested the divine flowers, and the illusory swimming fish swam left and right, paving a green light road, facing the long river of fate.

"It's ......"

Seeing the green light spread out, extending to the depths of the long river, at the end of the green light road, an illusory figure loomed, rising and falling in the waves.

Destiny!

For a while, when he saw this illusory figure, Qing Yanghuan felt that an inexplicable string in his spiritual world was stirred.

The phantom was himself.

After a pause, feeling the warmth from the reincarnation gate, he reacted from his sluggishness, stepped on the green light path under his feet, and walked towards the long river of fate, and now on the undulating river, there is no longer an illusory emperor to tempt him.

Bang la blah.

The waves crashed, wave after wave, coming towards him from both sides, and above his head hung the reincarnation gate, casting a scorching blue light, so that he could always see the undulating shadow in the waves.

Going deep into the long river of fate, Qingyang Huan Fang found that he was caught in an ocean, full of waves in all directions, the dark water rolled and undulated, only the splashing waves were crystal clear, and there was an illusory world in each piece of crystal, which evolved the heart and caused the soul to ripple.

The long river of fate is vast and boundless, all things and all spirits are born with a fate line, and they are integrated into the broad long river, and the reason why the heavenly shamans are so terrifying is because they can find the fate line of a certain warrior from the long river.

Without fate, it means that there is no such world.

If the king is cut off from the fate line when he was a teenager, then even if he cultivates to the king realm, it is just an attic in the air, walking in vain in this earthly world, and finally disappearing in heaven and earth, with no bones left, and death in the body.