The Great Elder of the Heavenly God Academy did not tell him about the various strangeness of the Huangquan Fruit, only told him that he could strengthen the Yuan Shen, and now he had some enlightenment in his suffering, thinking that what he had experienced was not true, but just a kind of grinding.

"I'm going to get stronger, hell is coming!" he yelled.

In the darkness, Wang Ming felt that his head, torso and limbs were separated, and he fell into the magma, burning only his skeleton, and the pain was extremely severe.

However, he firmly believes that this is the result of spiritual disorientation, not the truth!

What hell, what heavens and demon gods cry, and the scene of the true immortal being divided, all are fake, all illusory.

He firmly believed that he was still standing in place, just immersed in a world of consciousness, which was why there were all kinds of things, and he had to be shocked by the medicinal effect of Huangquan Fruit at this moment.

Because, it's too real, there are almost no flaws, as if it's a cruel experience, not like it's fake.

He roared loudly, wanting to come to his senses from the nightmare, to be completely awake, and to be in control!

Even if this is a tempering of his spiritual will, a necessary ordeal in shaping his strong spiritual power, he wants to take the initiative to devote himself to it, rather than passively trapping it here.

The darkness is boundless, shrouded here, Wang Ming's will is becoming more and more blurred, as if it is about to dissipate, falling into the eternal nothingness!

"All of this is fake, don't wake up yet!" Wang Ming roared.

It's just that, when he opened his mouth, the blazing magma poured in, but it flowed out of his throat again, and he felt that he had no flesh, only the skeleton of his skull and limbs hanging in the red liquid.

Why is it so real? Why can't I wake up?

Wang Ming tried hard over and over again, trying to wake up and stimulate him by various means, but his will became more and more blurred, and he was about to completely dissipate.

"No, will I never wake up if I fall into the darkness like this?" Wang Ming's will whispered in weakness, a little frightened.

His suffering was too much. It's been a strange experience. If you sink in this sea of magma and fall into a complete coma, will there be an accident?

Even if this is the world of will, in a dream, but if it is damaged. Will it affect my practice?

"It's ridiculous, this is the real hell, Huangquan Guo can communicate the two worlds of yin and yang, it contains a set of strange runes, the moment it is swallowed, it can open the void coordinates. Pulling you into hell. ”

In the dark. There was such a voice that sounded indifferently, without mood fluctuations, like a referee.

"Why is it called Huangquan Fruit? is because it contains the coordinates of hell and can open the boundary gate. Take you to Huangquan. If you die here, then your life will end, and if you survive, your will will will be tempered. ”

The man said without joy or care.

Wang Ming was confused, his will was very strong. But the pain just now was too torturous, and the five horses were separated. The magma that can incinerate the gods and demons is poured out, and it is unbearable.

He was a little skeptical now, wasn't it a dream caused by Huangquan Fruit? Could it be a real experience. The so-called divine fruit contains runes. Did it really open the Void Gate?

Wang Ming was creepy, this was too terrible.

However, he still didn't believe that such a fruit would be too unnatural.

Anyway. He couldn't be unconscious. Whether what he is experiencing is real or illusory, it is good for him to stay awake. Otherwise, it's a big problem.

"Poof!"

Subsequently, it was felt like the skull was shattered. It was completely incinerated by magma. His primordial spirit then cracked, breaking into pieces, and then quickly dimmed.

"How can it be so real, am I going to die?" Wang Ming still didn't believe it, but the severe pain of the split of the Yuan Shen and the premonition of imminent demise were too realistic.

In the end, he couldn't hold on anymore, the infinite darkness enveloped him, his spiritual consciousness dispersed, and he felt like he no longer existed, about to be completely extinguished.

At this time, he didn't even have the ability to think, he really couldn't do it, dust to dust, dust to dust, and soon to perish.

Finally, with a bang, he lost consciousness, and the boundless darkness flooded the place.

"It's too perverted!" At the last moment, the last faint wisp of consciousness emitted by Wang Ming, if it was illusory, it would be too similar to be indistinguishable at all.

If it is true, then he must be dead.

I don't know how long it took, but an island of white bones rose from the magma and surfaced on the crimson sea, as if many years had passed, and there were some phosphorus fires swaying there.

One of the wisps of soul fire was presented, very brilliant, very bright, and a little different.

"Who am I?" he uttered, vaguely conscious.

Then, he saw a gray sword fetus, and a broken skeleton, and the rusty Thunder Emperor's armor, which was so familiar.

"I have the impression that looking at them is like going through a person's life. The soul fire whispered, and then couldn't help but scream, as if in pain, trying to remember something.

After many years like this, on this island of white bones, some soul fires appeared and extinguished, but only that one was the most special, swaying around a sword fetus and armor.

Until one day, he saw two special pieces of white bone from those relics, and he had new memories.

He remembered painfully, and then struggled violently, full of unwillingness, and a kind of despair.

"I'm a man named Wang Ming, I'm the God Emperor, I'm Wang Ming?" he seemed to be talking to himself, and as if he was torturing the deepest essence of his soul.

It's just that he can't remember the subtleties, only vague and approximate impressions, and he is miserable and wants to know what happened in the past.

In this way, he struggled every day, faced with some indestructible relics, reminisced from time to time, and occasionally flashed fragments of spiritual light, making him remember more things in the past.

Year after year, the years are the least valuable here, very cheap, and keep passing.

In a blink of an eye, decades have passed, and this soul is wandering, remembering more and more things around those relics, and his past is gradually becoming clear.

"I'm Wang Ming, I ate a Huangquan fruit, fell into hell, didn't survive, and died here......"

When the truth is thoroughly understood, this soul is frozen, the joys and sorrows of the past, the red dust of the past, the relatives and friends of the past, everything is gone.

He couldn't help but howl, like a ghost, echoing in this place for a long time!

Remember the part of the world. He was full of unwillingness, had too many regrets, and died like that, and he didn't have time to say goodbye to his relatives. Silently, a person is buried here.

"It's not real!" he howled.

As the years passed, he felt that year after year had passed, and it was not until a hundred years had passed that his wounded heart could be healed.

"Time is merciless. A hundred years have passed, but what I have experienced is real?" recalled the past, Wang Ming was in a daze, and the last luck in his heart no longer existed. A hundred years have passed, and time is not fake. What else is there to say, it's too cruel.

"I still want to go back to the world, to see my relatives, to meet familiar people!" The soul fire beats, emitting violent energy fluctuations.

"Be willing to be strong enough. I can send you to reincarnation. In the sea of magma, a ruthless voice sounded again.

Then, a roulette wheel appeared, filled with the power of reincarnation. Emerging from the red-hot slurry, constantly turning, there are several areas above it, indicating the world that needs to be reincarnated.

Boom. The soul fire was attached to that wheel. Then it fell into a black hole that it opened, and was sent to death.

Past lives, past events. One by one, I found out from my heart, the ups and downs, and the voices and smiles of some people. The sweetness and regret of life are truly reflected.

Wang Ming sighed, has this life passed like this?

"What's going on in the outside world. I still want to go back in time. Take a look at that world. Look at what happened to those people. ”

He was bitter and regretful. Swallowed up by the black hole, he was wiped out into a pure soul will, to be sent to reincarnation.

Then, he felt like he had become a baby, not yet born, still in the womb, nourished by the innate essence, and not yet absorbing the acquired turbidity.

"Reincarnated with memories?" Wang Ming pondered silently, absorbing a trace of origin essence from the outer world.

He wanted to strengthen himself and nourish his mother, but he found it difficult.

"Huangquan Fruit...... You're such a pervert!"

I don't know how long it has been, when the baby was about to be born, Wang Ming suddenly had a flash of inspiration, as if he had realized it, and he firmly believed that there was no such reincarnation.

"Although I don't understand, why is it so realistic in a hundred years, but I can't tell the truth from the fake with my heart, I firmly believe that this is a big dream, what I have experienced is not real, I am the God Emperor, I am Wang Ming, even if I am just a wisp of clone, I will wake up!"

It's a pity that there is no so-called wake-up, in the following years, he has experienced birth, old age, sickness and death, this heaven and earth do not have abundant essence, and he has already fallen into the era of the end of the law.

Only the essence obtained in the mother's womb is effective, and it is difficult to absorb more after birth.

In the end, he died at the age of one hundred and sixty, which can be regarded as a star of longevity, but compared to his previous life, this era of the end of the Dharma is too shabby to cultivate.

Next, Wang Ming began to reincarnate again and reincarnated again.

At this point, he did not say a word, he went to reincarnate with his memories, experienced aging and death, and he was silent most of the time, not saying a word.

Until one life, he fell into that hell again, and once again heard a merciless voice, saying, "How do you feel about several reincarnations?"

"Huang Quanguo, you are very perverted!" Wang Ming said.

Finally, the world was in chaos, the heavens and the earth collapsed, and the magma erupted, knocking Wang Ming out of hell.

Wang Ming woke up and stood in front of the three golden plants, where the divine glow was shining, brilliant and holy, and a few Huangquan fruits hung on them.

"It's a big dream!" Wang Ming sighed, and at the same time, his heart was full of joy, because his Yuan Shen power surged, and it was a lot stronger!

How could this kind of primordial god be possessed in the Heavenly God Realm? He was extremely satisfied!

However, soon his eyes swelled, and then his pupils contracted sharply, and his breathing suddenly became short.

At the moment when he lowered his head, he saw some patterns in his palm, very small, but very real, four pictures, all of which were reincarnation seals!

"What's going on?!" Wang Ming shouted!

This is the same as the brand that was put on before the reincarnation in the land of reincarnation, one reincarnation seal at a time.

Now, there are four realms in his palm, and he has been reincarnated four times in that real dream.

There are vague records in the bone book of this era, and there are some explanations in the jade book of the immortal ancients, some people have said that there is reincarnation, but not everyone can carry it out, only a few peerless Tianjiao have the opportunity to reincarnate, and a few people have a reincarnation seal to prove.

It's just that very few people can copy that kind of imprint!

The four imprints in the left palm are not very large, but they are very complex, like a deep starry sky, and like a condensed reincarnation of life and death.

The four reincarnation seals are very mushy, but very real!

Wang Ming was stunned, what was going on? Is what he experienced real? But why is he standing here intact now, and his body has not changed!

In an instant, he thought of a lot, and here he remained motionless, as if petrified in the years.

I still remember that when he cultivated the second immortal qi, he almost died, and the primordial spirit left his body and entered a dark cage, where he saw many mysterious primordial gods who were imprisoned.

Even, in a trance, he saw reincarnation in that dark place!

"A moment of turning around, a moment of contemplation, is a past and present life. Wang Ming whispered, and a turbulent wave surged in his heart.

Reincarnation, reincarnation, this is a very serious topic, which makes countless Tianjiao confused, incomprehensible, and difficult for anyone to explain clearly.

Ordinary people are very confused, and some people are superstitious, thinking that there must be heavens and hells, past and present lives, but how can monks believe this?

The more powerful people are, the more they believe in themselves, and they don't believe in the so-called destiny, the so-called destiny in the underworld.

Otherwise, how could a monk live forever and live far longer than ordinary people?

It's just that endless time has passed, and thousands of years have passed, but no one has ever been able to break the true meaning of reincarnation, and they are not sure whether it really exists.

said that he didn't, but sometimes there will be a resurgence of the soul seed in a few people, such as Yuechang, and some Tianjiao will have a reincarnation mark manifestation on his body, such as Wang Ming!

It is said that there is reincarnation, but there is no most direct evidence, who can say that so-and-so is the reincarnation of a true immortal who died in ancient times?

Perhaps, reincarnation is just the imprint of a certain period of time, a strange journey when the iQue is too empty. It is an illusory experience after the original spirit leaves the body.

Wang Ming pondered, pondered, and summarized.

He only didn't want to think about the past, the present, and the future in the true sense, because it conflicted with his concept.

I don't know how long it took for him to raise his head and wake up from this silence.

"I was out of my mind for half an hour just now, and my heart was not at peace, and I felt that all the experiences at this time had happened in the past, is this also a kind of reincarnation?" Wang Ming smiled self-deprecatingly.

Sometimes, he feels like something is being done. It's happened before, déjà vu, whether this really should be some kind of reincarnation.

He shook his head, this is not a secret that he should pursue now, it is the realm that true immortals have set foot in, and it only makes sense if he can stay in heaven and earth for a long time, and then figure out the cycle of life and death.

All he has to do now is get stronger!(To be continued.) )