A quarter of an hour later, Xuanyuan Po Lecheng changed his location, sitting cross-legged on the ground, his face like gold paper.

His face was pale, and his clothes were reduced to a few strands of torn cloth.

Blood overflowed from the wound, and a great bite on the leg was particularly eye-catching, the flesh and blood were mixed, staining the ground under Xuanyuan Po's feet, and the smell of blood was very strong after the wind.

Xuanyuan Po was in a shady cavern, the entrance of which had been blocked by him with a boulder.

He sat cross-legged and exhaled deeply, beads of sweat the size of beans were dripping down his forehead, and his figure trembled slightly.

He put a handful of bright red fruit into his mouth, and there was still blood dripping from his hand.

His mind was in a trance, and he understood that he had been a little unrecoverable, half awake and half dizzy, his body was a little cold, and the fire of his soul would also burn, which was simply approaching the netherworld step by step, stepping into the underworld, and reaching the place of death.

At first, Xuanyuan Po seemed to be dead, motionless, and even the soul fire was about to burn, and it was scorching, leaving only an extremely powerful spark.

However, his physical body still gave up a certain rhythm, and there was a kind of beat, which was the operation of the "Sun and Moon Treasure Sutra" in its nature, and it did not stop.

After a long time, he was able to give up, and the fire of his soul was about to flourish.

Xuanyuan Po felt that it was like experiencing such a long time, and when the individual lost his understanding, it was really as if the soul had left the body and gone to reincarnation!

In a trance, he seemed to see:

There are ghost fires outside, and the ghost fires have been refined into a green and faint flame continent, which illuminates everything green, which is very terrifying.

In the ghost fire, bubbles popped, wrapped in souls and slowly rose and floated upward.

This piece of the air seemed to be slandering, and he stretched out his hand and flicked it slightly, and saw that the air was like a ripple.

Xuanyuan Po had no choice but to sense his personal body, and he had to feel his personal primordial spirit, which was very weird.

Xuanyuan Po took a deep breath, settled his mind slightly, and looked up in the direction where those souls had drifted, only to see a bridge of light and light coming out of nowhere, across the void, connecting the shore.

The dead were flying up the bridge and going in one direction.

Xuanyuan Po kicked his feet slightly, and wanted to take a look ahead, who knew that the soul sailed extremely fast, without any obstacles, and couldn't help but be startled.

As soon as he volleyed into the air, the next moment he carved up the light bridge, and this kind of speed was something he had no choice but to imagine in the past.

The souls on the bridge are innumerable. There is no end in sight, I don't know that there are many souls on the bridge, and they are all walking in the direction of communication arduously, and the light bridge actively rotates, and the speed is also extremely fast.

There was a miserable mist of bitter faces all around, and the sound of sorrowful complaints and curses was deaf.

There are a number of incomparable existences in the chest who also carve up this piece, but they want to go back, and they make a big fuss in this area, which is very rampant.

In the distance, there is a bull demon, the main force is dominant, roaring on its back, always picking up the undead and stuffing it into its mouth.

Suddenly, a cold snort came from nowhere, without a trace of temperature, as if it was about to freeze the place.

At the same time, there were also tiny iron chains coming from the sky, shining with positive light, like a chain of order gods.

The bull demon was horrified, his appearance was panicked, he turned and ran, and in the blink of an eye, he ran thousands of miles to escape from this place, and it was obvious that he knew what those chains were.

But the escape has not come, the iron chain comprehends the void, tears a crack, and binds the bull demon layer by layer, and later, the light under the iron chain is sheng, dragging the bull demon into the void and disappearing.

At that moment, Xuanyuan Po raised his eyes, as if he saw that in the crack, there was a broken six-way light wheel, which was very large in size, filling the air, and still slowly rotating, dispensing a strong millilight.

"Six realms of reincarnation!" Xuanyuan Po's eyes relaxed, and he lost his voice, which was very terrifying, "Mo No, this piece is heaven." ”

He had recently heard that there was a tiny six-path reincarnation in heaven, which, though broken, was eternal and swirling.

At this moment, he thought a lot, he really didn't want to die just yet, he still had a lot of things to do.

He wants to revitalize Fuxi, to find Hanxi, to.

Suddenly, he felt a small gravitational pull coming from his back, tearing at his soul.

He screamed, and suddenly woke up, only to find that the person was still in the cave, soft on the ground, and once broke out in a cold sweat.

He sat up and thought about it repeatedly, feeling that this was an illusion of the soul, that the void was misplaced, and that it caused hallucinations, that he was going to heaven, that he was about to stop samsara.

He can't move yet, his body is very cold, he doesn't have much temperature, no different from a floating corpse, but he understands that he is finally recovering.

At this time, Xuanyuan broke his heart and had a deeper understanding of the world, and a deeper understanding of the "Sun and Moon Treasure Sutra", and when he stepped into the situation of death, he felt it.

At first, he was like a corpse struggling to come out of the tomb, return to the world, and step back from the underworld

Then, his body was cold and hot at the beginning, no longer cold, and the light of the soul fire was distributed. As one day, the distribution of blazing golden light was different from before, fierce and intense.

Put it to death, and live hereafter.

Once you set foot in such a situation, you will have good fortune, indicating that you are in bad luck, and you can cause your main force to plummet.

At the center of his eyebrows, a sign of yin and yang appeared, blinking an eye, and then slowly disappeared, submerged into the flesh and blood, and hid deeply.

Xuanyuan was surprised, and if he thought about it in the future, it was like a sign of rebirth after entering reincarnation in his ears.

Xuanyuan Po thought again, isn't it all the illusion that is not a soul just now, the individual really went to the underworld, and he was almost reincarnated?

At the same time, he invented that after the reincarnation sign was submerged in his body, he actually withdrew a strange momentum, hot, rushing into the limbs and hundreds of remains, healing his wounds, and at the same time very fast.

"Is this the so-called good fortune?" Xuanyuan broke the point, as if he was considering, and muttered to himself.

After that, he stood up and moved a little, feeling energetic, Ryoma spirit, as if he had endless energy.

The injuries on his body are basically healed, most of them have been scarred, except for the bite on his leg that is deep and bone-visible, but this bite is also much better, the flesh is moving, visible to the naked eye, and it will not be long before he will get up.

The most important thing is that he once had a real state of happiness, reached the extreme realm, and received 100,000 catties of huge power!

The pure flesh has such strength, and the opposition can be called amazing, this is an extraordinary achievement, and under the same normal state, the spiritual mortal fetus can't do it at all.

He got up and pushed away the boulder blocking the entrance to the cave, to soak up the sun, and to test how strong his current strength was.

The broken golden sunlight shone on his body, it was very warm, and Xuanyuan Po closed his eyes and enjoyed it, intoxicated by this warm sunshine.

After a while, he opened his eyes, and there was a store of essence in them.

He jumped like a fly, and in the blink of an eye he was gone.

He came across a group of reckless bulls with blue colors, very strong, and very vigorous, with large horns and sharp horns, and roared at him, seeing Xuanyuan as a friend, and about to encourage the attack.

As a result, Xuanyuan smiled strangely, with an evil face, and a mimicry demeanor, and rushed forward without thinking, and actually mooed a group of reckless cows, scattering and dodging, not wanting to get close to Xuanyuan Po, who was suddenly "mimicking".

Xuanyuan laughed, stepped forward quickly, picked up one of the strongest reckless oxen, carried it on his shoulder, and ran away amid the screams and stunned eyes of the herd.

The reckless cow who had fallen into blood mold for eight lifetimes was frightened, and he had been screaming wildly, fighting very hard, and was extremely willing to fall into Xuanyuan's clutches.

If this group of reckless bulls could speak, then the poor bulls would surely scold angrily: "Damn ruffians, mimic! Carry the old lady and run away, not even beating." ”

Yes, this is a bull with force, commonly known as "bullish cow".

The rest of the herd will cry: "Damned whore, we have forcibly taken away our flowers, and this is only a cow! Mimicry, ruffian!

But Xuanyuan Po didn't know it, and the reason why he carried the bull was simple - because he was hungry.

He had not eaten a day before, and now his stomach was rumbling against him, and he felt that he could eat a whole cow.

Therefore, he wanted to find some meat to treat his body and test how strong his body was. The cow was pitifully bumped into the muzzle of the gun, and was about to become his lunch.

He was now happy, humming a little tune in his mouth, and his fellow travelers were running wildly, and he was about to reach the speed of sound.

At present, it is really effortless for him to carry this reckless ox weighing 50,000 or 60,000 catties, and it can be said that he is very comfortable.

A pillar of incense came, and Xuanyuan Po ran to a ridge, and there was a clear river near the left, and he stopped there.

He unloaded the bull and pointed its acupuncture points, so that it could not move or feel sour.

Then he threw the cow into the river, washed it well, fished it again, and shaved it all to the end.

Then, let the cow walk towards the cow with a lewd face, and the roasted whole cow with golden oil in his eyes made the cow's heart furious, and he shouted in his heart what Xuanyuan Po was going to do.

Xuanyuan Po was hairy, and he didn't release his whole body, so he was speechless, so he had to pick up a wooden stick, knock the cow unconscious, and then take out the Nebula Sword, cut off a thigh, and wanted to roast and eat.

He made a fire, withdrew a large handful of firewood, and burned the fire, and then cut the corbel into small pieces, skewered them with small sticks, and roasted them on the fire. Baidu: Read the latest chapter of "The Last Days' Supreme Taoist Literature" for free for the first time.