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The Seven Lives Phoenix Flower trembled slightly in Shao Heng's palm, as if it was blown by the breeze. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

There was only a touch of clean white left on the warm and brilliant brightness, like the moving snow lotus on the high mountain, but it did not affect the beauty of the fire at all.

After Shao Heng breathed for a while, he had already eliminated distracting thoughts, calmed down, recalled the method of taking it recorded in the "Phantom Record", gently twisted the stamen and picked it, and while running the method of "Six Fingers of the Mysterious Falling Light", he sent the plucked stamen to his mouth and took it.

The pale yellow stamen was nothing wrong when it first entered, but the next moment, Shao Heng felt as if a hot flame had risen in his throat, burning all the way down his body to his abdomen.

After entering the abdomen, in just a moment, the scorching flame erupted outward like a volcanic eruption, and Shao Heng trembled violently before he could barely hold back and not open his mouth.

There is a hint in the "Phantom Record" that although this stamen is the essence of the Seven Lives Phoenix Song Flower Essence, it does not have the hot poison that can instantly incinerate the monk into a charred corpse like a fruit, but the taste when refining is still not very pleasant.

However, no matter how hot it is, no matter how unbearable it is, if you open your mouth to vent your true anger, your efforts will be wasted and useless.

Shao Heng was prepared, and he had already stabilized the Lingtai Qingming, but the flames in his body were getting bigger and bigger, as if he wanted to burn all his internal organs, strange meridians and eight veins.

He didn't have to look in the mirror to know that his face must be as red as a drunken man at this moment.

In the dantian, all the true qi also tumbled violently like boiling, surging like clouds and steaming clouds, wave after wave, impacting the dantian acupoints!

"It can't go on like this!" Shao Heng was dripping with sweat on his forehead, trying his best to run the "Six Fingers of Mysterious Meteoric Light" exercise, but it had no effect, and the flames were still raging and expanding in his body.

If it weren't for the fact that he had taken the Jingmu Han Lotus Seed in his early years, coupled with the huge True Qi protection that far surpassed his peers, he would have been a corpse at this moment.

There is no mistake in the record of "Phantom Record", the Seven Lives Phoenix Ming Flower can indeed only take the stamen, but I forgot to mention that the person who takes it needs to cultivate above the golden pill.

Shao Heng didn't care about this matter after he came, so he was in this dilemma.

The true qi in the dantian continued to impact everywhere, but in the end, Shao Heng tried his best to control it.

It's just that in this way, Shao Heng is even more powerless to resist the flames in his body that are still rising in temperature.

Shao Heng knew that if he couldn't even control his dantian true qi, his penance in the past ten years would come to naught, how could he be willing?

What's more, the Heavenly Machine Sword is recuperating in the dantian at the moment, and it is also ringing at the moment, obviously sensing the danger of the master but powerless to help.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a starlight flashing in front of Shao Heng's eyes, and suddenly a sharp edge flashed in his phoenix eyes.

He immediately sank his divine consciousness into the sea of knowledge, looking at the six "stars" lined up in a circle above the sea of knowledge.

Only one of the six "stars" was extremely bright, and the other five were all silent, unaware of the flames of the outside world.

Shao Heng gritted his teeth and slammed his divine sense into the second "star"!

In an instant, Shao Heng seemed to have thousands of fireworks blooming in front of him, like meteors and stars, and the flames in his body gushed out and exploded as if they had been poured hot oil, and then slowly retracted, shrinking to the dantian little by little, emitting a warm temperature.

Shao Heng seemed to be soaked in the warm water, and his body was warm, as if everything was being stretched.

Unconsciously, Shao Heng habitually recited "Qingwei Shen Tong Deed", the dantian and the sea of knowledge were calm, and the spiritual platform was as clear as the blue sea and blue sky, but his breathing was weakening little by little.

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"This ...... Where is it?" a young man opened his eyes, and in front of him was a green mountain and a strange house.

As far as the eye can see, one after another of the golden rice paddies swaying in the wind, indicating the joy of the people's harvest. The smell of rice was heard in the wind, the smell of the land, and the smoke of cooking in the distance.

"I ...... Who is it?" he seemed to have forgotten something, did not know where he came from, did not know why he was here.

"What a surprise! Hurry up and take these, and you'll have to go up the mountains to hunt later!" exclaimed a dark-skinned man who slapped vigorously on the young man's shoulder.

The man jumped into the field with a hoe and sickle on his shoulder, and with a "hey".

Before the young man could react, he felt that he had followed the man into the field, carrying a sickle, bending down, and harvesting grain.

Harvesting, sowing, hunting, in the confusion, young people have been toiling on the land, day after day, year after year.

Like every young man in the land, he grew up, worked, married and had children.

Every day is like a cycle, and each cycle has a different but similar story.

In the cycle, young people become middle-aged, they become old people, but they never understand who they are and where they come from.

His family is harmonious, but they have never been able to understand him, and the villagers are simple, but they also see him as an outlier.

The young who became an old man were distressed until one day.

On that day, he stayed on the bed, looking at the sad eyes of his children and grandchildren, and something that had been sealed in his mind suddenly opened.

He let out the last hearty laughter of his life, and the originally sad faces of those "children and grandchildren" also turned into relief.

Everything is just an experience.

What Qianmo Mountain Village, what farmhouse beds, what relatives, all dissipated like a cloud of smoke, and the wrinkles on the faces of the elderly disappeared, and they returned to Shao Heng's original appearance.

Shao Heng stood in place, surrounded by an endless blank space, without the slightest movement.

The rumor of the Seven Lives of the Phoenix is that the rumor is made up of the teardrops that fall when the phoenix that has experienced the seven times of Nirvana cries, and the flowers bloom and fall, and the seven births and seven extinctions are also like the Phoenix Nirvana.

Fang Cai's long and ordinary life must be closely related to the Seven Lives of Phoenix Minghua.

He didn't know what was going on with his body at the moment, why his mind was here.

The only thing Shao Heng is certain of is that he did not die because of the Seven Lives of the Phoenix Flower, nor did he cultivate to the end of his cultivation.

"Seven Lives and Phoenixes...... Could it be that it made me realize the seven reincarnations?" Shao Heng's heart suddenly moved, and with just this move, everything around him changed instantly.

When Shao Heng opened his eyes again, it was another scene that was no different from reality.

Cloudy days, strong winds, black-gray city walls, thousands of soldiers in iron armor, and a thick smell of blood came to your face.

Shao Heng has not forgotten who he is this time, but he cannot control his body.

It's like there is another pair of eyes in this body, watching the ups and downs of this person's life.

"Kill!" An overwhelming roar sounded in his ears, and Shao Heng felt the blood boiling around the owner of his body.

On the battlefield, life is so precious and so fragile.

The owner of the body is constantly harvesting the blood of the enemy, and the blood of his companions is also increasing on his body, rushing all the way forward. Shao Heng empathizes with the fear of death, the hatred of the enemy, the joy of victory, and the desire for power.

Shao Heng watched this person make countless military exploits, from an unknown pawn to a domineering envoy, who was betrayed by others and betrayed others.

Unwilling to be controlled by others, he led the army to revolt, but was beheaded by the most trusted son.

When the surrounding area was blank again, Shao Heng subconsciously reached out and rubbed his neck.

Although he has not lost his memory this time, all the emotions of that person are like Shao Heng's own, and the pain of being decapitated in the end seems to still remain on Shao Heng's neck.

However, before he could catch his breath, Shao Heng's eyes went dark again.

As if reincarnation, one life after another, when he was low, he was a pawn of a peddler, and when he was noble, he was the emperor of the world.

Seven births of phoenixes and flowers, seven times of nirvana birth and death, but Shao Heng has experienced far more than seven times.

Later, Shao Heng will no longer be affected by all kinds of emotions.

Even once, Shao Heng found that he had become a monk who cultivated to the heavens and the earth, moving mountains and seas with his hands and destroying thousands of enemies with his eyes, and he never wavered from his heart.

I don't know how many reincarnations have been repeated, Shao Heng doesn't know how to end all this, so he can only accept it silently and passively.

"Could it be that these are my past lives?" In the blank world, Shao Heng laughed to himself a little boredly.

Suddenly, the wind picked up.

Before that, there was nothing in this empty world, just like the emptiness before the heaven and earth were opened.

However, at this time, Shao Heng, who was supposed to devote himself to the next experience, was still stuck in place, and even felt the wind.

The breeze is gentle, and it seems that there is no trace of the other.

Shao Heng walked in the direction where the wind came from in confusion, and a door glowing with white light appeared in front of him.

On the other side of the door, there were bursts of noisy sounds, like red dust, and some voices were boiling.

Shao Heng didn't know what was on the other side of the door, but he still stepped into it.

"Whew!" A gust of wind swept past Shao Heng, accompanied by a sharp whistling, as if something was speeding by.

"Again...... Once?" Shao Heng looked at the unfamiliar scene around him with some confusion, but felt that there was something different.

"Beep!" A series of shrill voices came from behind Shao Heng, and when he looked back, he saw a small box parked behind him.

"Stand on the road and look for death?, still don't get out of the way?!" a rude voice in the small box said viciously.

Shao Heng took a few steps back blankly, watching the four wheels under the small box spin rapidly, running away like a lightning speed.

Shao Heng, who was taken aback, looked around, everything was extremely strange and strange.

Strange buildings, strange little boxes, strange roads, strange people.

Shao Heng frowned and looked at a very clear mirror beside him, in which the reflection was himself, but the clothes that were different from the past made him feel absurd in his heart.

"Smack!" was suddenly patted on the shoulder, and Shao Heng was even more shocked in his heart: he clearly felt that there was someone behind him, but he couldn't avoid it at all?

"Hey, what are you doing here?" a crisp voice sounded, like a spring flowing in a spring valley.

Shao Heng's body stiffened, and when he turned his head, he only saw an unfamiliar face and a pair of familiar eyes.