At this time, everyone only saw the young man in front of him, who was surrounded by countless flames, covered in divine flames, and exuded invincible power all over his body.

I don't know it, a few breaths ago, Huang Tian faced the biggest death situation since the cultivation of the Dao.

The power of the Holy One cannot be blasphemed. Even if it is as stunning as a wilderness, the young supreme who stands out among his peers is not good.

At the moment when the black torrent poured out, Huang Tian's heart was cold, and he subconsciously sacrificed the spirit body of Yanzun, and at the same time protected the Apocalypse Giant Blade on his chest, wanting to survive the death.

But when the torrent rushed down and smashed into him, he really felt how domineering and tragic that power was.

In the past, as long as it was cast, it would have a meritorious service, but under the ravages of the torrent, it was instantly covered with cracks, and it looked like it would shatter at any time.

And the ink shark that Mo Dump did his best to display came in a blink of an eye, and before the offensive arrived, the domineering momentum and coercion directly smashed the law phase that was already full of cracks, making the fire spirit law phase have no effect at all.

The earth-shattering divine power directly slammed into the Apocalypse Giant Blade, and all the power transmitted through it to the body of the Wild Sky without pulling any of it.

Huang Tian only felt that the primordial spirit trembled in his skull, and his whole body seemed to be hit by a hundred million catties of sacred mountain, and he didn't feel severe pain for a while, but he only felt that all the essence of his body was discharged, and he couldn't control his body at all, so he had to fall on his back with the impact of huge force.

"Woo woo woo ......"

A faint whimpering sound came, and the unconscious consciousness of the desolate sky instantly awakened. But the moment he opened his eyes, he was shocked.

It was pitch black in front of him, as if he were in a barren place. At the same time, an endless chill rushed up, almost freezing his entire being.

There was a mysterious power that slowly spread from the soles of his feet, eroding every inch of his body.

This feeling is extremely weird, not only has he lost control of his body inch by inch, but his will is also depressed a little bit. His soul was eroded a little more, which made him confused for a while.

Aratian tried his best to keep his mind clear, he knew that the situation he was in was very dangerous. If you are not careful, you may fall into a situation from which you will never recover.

It was pitch black in front of me, as if I had returned to the chaos of the universe before the opening of the world, when everything was confused, and everything was invisible.

Ling Ling.

It seemed that something was flowing, and Aratian was shocked in his heart, sinking down and carefully feeling everything around him.

He was like a statue, motionless, for fear of missing something small.

"It's like flowing water, or a cold wind," said Aratian......, muttering to himself.

He felt the cold touch, a bit like being in a cold pool, and a little like standing in the cold wind. The feeling of real presence brushed over every inch of his skin, constantly swimming around his body.

I don't know how long it took for him to wander in the dark. He had used his spiritual power and cast flames, but it was useless, and in the end, his divine power was seriously wasted.

Here, Arato doesn't feel the passage of time, nor does he feel anything substantial.

He's been through more than he could have imagined, but he's been thinking.

"Am I dead? Now the original god is detained? No, not detained, but trapped on the road, a strange and mysterious road. ”

"Could it be that this is the path of reincarnation?" Araita suddenly thought of something, and his heart was shocked.

Luckily, he could easily mobilize his senses. So, he hurriedly gathered his divine consciousness in his body and looked into every corner of himself.

Arachi inspected very carefully and never let go of any details.

"The bones and blood are still there, and the mana is still galloping, but why can't it be mobilized?" ”

"This shouldn't be the space to live on weekdays...... "After examining himself and his surroundings for a long time, he finally came to such a conclusion.

In fact, he had vaguely guessed that the strange space he was in now was in ancient books and legends, and after the death of the living soul, the soul was like something without sustenance, and it was difficult to travel in the world.

Then whether the soul is complete or not, it will step into a magical journey and step into the cycle of rebirth.

This path is the path of reincarnation.

The desolate sky sighed gloomily, and sure enough, he still didn't hold on?

As for the word reincarnation, in fact, it has always been a conjecture of all enlightened and pioneers on the worldly path, and it has never been confirmed.

Because, until now, no one has really come into contact with reincarnation, and there is no trace of its existence.

Different from the world and space, although it is also illusory, it can give people an intuitive feeling, so that people can perceive his existence and thus comprehend, even if the process is very difficult.

It's been a long time, and I can't feel the passage of time here. It felt like a long time had passed, but it felt like it was only for a moment, as if time had lost its original meaning here, and it couldn't affect the rules here.

He only felt that his spirit was beginning to be a little foggy, and a majestic tiredness hit him and made him drowsy.

"No, if I continue like this, I will be stuck here forever, and I will never have a chance to turn over. The barren sky was rapidly pushed forward, and finally came to the conclusion that "instead of sitting and waiting for death, it is better to fight with all your might, maybe there is still a glimmer of life." ”

The desolate sky pushes the spirit to the top, and the essence light in the sea is bursting, like a peerless sword light, which can cut the heavens and the earth. Since he couldn't use his spiritual power, he wanted to use the power of his divine sense to find a breakthrough.

"Break it for me!"

He roared, and at the same time, golden brilliance overflowed from the center of his eyebrows, dispelling the darkness, although it was only the tip of the iceberg.

The sound of bells rang in the distance, as if it had traveled through the ages, broken through countless shackles, and the rumbling sound was a great work. Immediately after that, the chanting sounded, like the gods and demons singing, explaining the most original source of the world, but also the most repeated Tao.

The fairy sound is curling, and the beautiful melody resounded from above the nine heavens, evolving into a pure land, shrouded in misty fairy mist, and blooming with seven-colored glow, with countless Qionglou Yuyu looming in it.

The barren sky let go of a fight, almost fighting for his life, and a layer of golden glow was draped on the Yuan Shen, shining brightly. He used all the power of his divine sense to get out of this predicament.

Thundered......

In the spiritual sea, the wind was fierce, the huge waves were surging, and the entire spiritual sea was shaking incessantly.

In the darkness, it was like two sacred mountains colliding, making a piercing sound that exploded in the ears, and couldn't help but make people trance-like for a moment.

There was a blur in the sight, and the space seemed to be distorted, as if something was loosening.

"Ahh

The Desolate Heaven Yuan Shen was shocked, and the whole person was not good all of a sudden, and the seven orifices were bleeding. At the same time, the golden villain, who had never had an expression all along, began to distort his face at this time, looking very painful.

After a while, the barren sky couldn't support it, the light on his eyebrows quickly dimmed, and there seemed to be cracked fine lines spreading all over his body, and a stream of hot liquid flowed out.

This blow can be regarded as the pinnacle blow of the Desolate Heaven's spirit, but it is like this, and it still has not broken the dilemma.

"I don't believe it, I've been killed many times, and I haven't been accepted either, and I don't believe it this time!" Flames of anger erupted from his eyes.

"Can't communicate spiritual power......"

"You can only use the power of divine consciousness ......"

"How did I forget this, my natural flame!"

Huang Tian patted his head, and for a while he didn't even think of the natural flame he was most proud of. On weekdays, he relied on spiritual power to urge, but he forgot that the natal mark of the flame was imprinted on his soul.

Although it can't be urged by spiritual power, it should be possible to communicate, and maybe you can use it to break the predicament.

Holding back his injuries, Arachi once again condensed the power of his divine sense, roaring, and releasing the potential of his whole body.

"Heavenly flames, earth flames!"

The face of the villain in the center of the eyebrows was joyless and sad, and bursts of fluctuations came from his body, and the familiar breath suddenly appeared, and the desolate sky was overjoyed.

Two sacred and strange flames, one red and one black, suddenly appeared out of thin air, suspended in front of the desolate sky, exuding a vicissitudes, ancient, and wonderful aura.

Aratian opened his eyes and stared silently at the two flames.

"It seems to be something different, but I can't say it. "Deserted to himself.

For some reason, his brows furrowed, and suddenly he felt something, and the seal began to form in his hand.

The crimson light streaks swirled, leaving a long tail in the air, and obscure runes appeared to form strange words that floated around the two flames, surrounding them in the center.

Seven dark red runes also floated out, shrinking slightly with the runes on the outermost periphery.

A shocking scene happened, the two flames were close to each other as the runes contracted, without the slightest feeling of repulsion from each other.

Aratian held his breath and stared at the flames in front of him. I saw that at the moment when the heavenly flame and the earth flame blended, time seemed to have stopped, and the space was distorted, and there were faint bursts of Sanskrit sounds.

"Unexpectedly, it blended ......"

Where the black and the red intersect, it turned bright yellow, illuminating the entire space in an instant, dispelling all darkness.

"Can you get through here?" Arathia looked around, a little shocked by the emptiness around him.

Before he could make a move, the fusion of the two flames was completed in an instant, and a bright yellow sun rose, and a powerful wave erupted from the smoke. It seems to have the shocking power of reversing time and cutting off time and space, and has the ability to be unpredictable

Click, crack.

It was like a broken mirror, a cage shattered, the void cracked, a ray of dawn appeared, and sound and light could once again be felt by the desolate sky.

Desert Sky's eyes were blazing, and he leaped towards the bright yellow flame with one hand, and jumped without hesitation, stepping out of the endless darkness.

For a moment, the white light blinded, and he couldn't open his eyes. As he got used to the light, he was shocked by what he saw.

In the black torrent in front of him, a young man with a powerful bright yellow flame wrapped around his body quietly closed his eyes, and his body exuded mysterious fluctuations, like a flame emperor.

"Is that me?"

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