A lakeside verandah, a small oil-paper umbrella, a shadow in the rain, a quiet fragrance of flowers, a lifetime of disillusionment.

Broken, broken, only broken tears.

The light cocoon wrapped around Qin Ping's head slowly blurred and disappeared into invisibility, and there was not a drop of the dream water of the living beings in the bronze thin plate, and it was consumed, Qin Ping raised his head, there was no trace of tears on his face, but there was ten thousand sorrows in his heart.

The thin bronze disc slowly descended and landed on the altar, which shot a soft white light against the wall, and the two stone doors slowly opened. A text also slowly emerged in the white light of the altar:

Jun has come to this, you can make a choice, enter the door of life, go through hardships, cultivate for progress, martial arts, enter the door of death, everyone is equal, get through the three levels of martial arts, desire, wisdom, nine deaths and one life, but you can get the inheritance of my emperor. Each of them thinks about it, life and death are life, wealth and prosperity are in the sky.

The words "birth and death" also slowly appeared on the two doors.

Qin Ping and Chu Yu glanced at each other, this was the second time they had seen the Door of Death, when the two of them came in from outside the Ancient Emperor Space, they had encountered a choice between the Gate of Life and Death, but that time there was no hint. At that time, it was the chosen Death Gate to enter the weak water river of the Ancient Emperor Space, I don't know what happened this time.

Everyone fell into deep thought, and did not make a choice in a hurry, although the inheritance of the ancient emperor is tempting, but it is dangerous to get the inheritance of the ancient emperor, and it may be far more than nine deaths.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I have decided to enter the door of death, although the inheritance of the ancient emperor is tempting, but the three levels of martial arts, desire, and wisdom must be difficult, and there will be nothing left if you die in it, so let's consider it separately. Qin Ping didn't think much about it, in addition to the inheritance of the ancient Yuan Emperor in this heavenly palace, there was nothing that really attracted him, as a generation of emperors, not to mention nine deaths and one life, even ten deaths and no life had to break into it.

Chu Yu and the three of them were indeed excited about the inheritance of the ancient emperor, but they also knew that they were not talented enough and had limited resources, and people like them would basically be dead and lifeless when they entered the door of death, not to mention the inheritance of the ancient emperor. didn't hesitate any longer, and decided to enter the birth gate, and it was enough to have a chance to fight.

"Lord, I know that I don't have enough talent, and I can't get the inheritance if I go to the door of death, so I can only go to the door of life. "The child in the red belly pocket has nothing to regret, and there are enough opportunities to get this far.

"Brother Qin, you will never forget your great kindness to me in your life, you should be careful all the way here. With tears in the corners of his eyes, Chu Yu actually knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Qin Ping.

"Brother Qin, let's say goodbye, great kindness or dare not forget, if you can or come out, Zhang Ming still swears to follow Brother Qin to the death. Zhang Ming also knelt on one knee and said solemnly.

"A few Shengmen should also be careful when they go, Shengmen is not completely risk-free, after you go out, you can go to Xuanyun Mountain Xuanyun Sect to wait for me, just say that it is a friend of the sect master Xuanqing, go and wait for the sect master to come out, and when you meet Xuanqing, you can tell the truth. Qin Ping didn't pretend anymore, said goodbye to Chu Yu and the three of them, and stepped into the door of death without hesitation.

Qin Ping's figure gradually disappeared in the door of death, and Chu Yu and the three of them also withdrew their gaze and entered the door of life one by one.

Qin Ping walked in the door of death, there was silence all around, only the sound of shoes stepping on the bluestone floor slowly echoed, and after walking for half an hour, there was finally a change, and an emaciated figure slowly appeared in the light mist in front of him, holding a sword, standing there motionless.

Qin Ping didn't observe too much, so he raised his sword and killed it, and the cultivation of the emaciated figure was only in the early stage of entering the Holy Realm, and the swordsmanship was indeed exquisite, and it took two moves under Qin Ping before he was killed by a sword piercing his heart.

Qin Ping was about to continue walking, but found that all around were blocked by space barriers, and he couldn't advance or retreat, and the sword cultivator who was killed by piercing his heart suddenly turned into smoke and dispersed, and it was indeed slowly condensed again, Qin Ping slashed down with a sword, but the smoke was unmoved, and a person was still condensed.

What appeared was still the previous sword cultivator, the sword cultivator saw Qin Ping, did not hesitate, a simple and unpretentious sword stabbed, Qin Ping's eyes froze, turned his wrist and cut off the sword cultivator's hand, and the figure of the sword cultivator slowly dispersed like smoke.

Qin Ping frowned slightly, although this sword cultivator was defeated by him with a sword after being reborn, but in fact, the sword cultivation movement was a little faster than before, the sword technique had also improved a lot, and the cultivation had also improved, Qin Ping just killed him with a faster speed.

Sure enough, the smoke slowly gathered again, Qin Ping raised his sword and waited silently on the side, and at the moment when Jian Xiu was reborn, he was killed before Jian Xiu could react, and then dispersed, and then slowly gathered and reborn.

Jian Xiu was reborn again and again, each time it was a little stronger than the last time, the speed of cultivation increased steadily, Qin Ping also tried various methods to eliminate him, from fire to flooding, from earth pressure to wood trapping, and even used the Demon Breaking Formation to seal, but once Jian Xiu died or was trapped and couldn't break free, he would be reborn again. Moreover, there is no way to destroy this smoke at all, and physical attacks or attribute attacks or even divine soul attacks are completely useless.

Qin Ping suddenly seemed to notice something, he really didn't feel that this was a fantasy, because this sword cultivation was not very strong except that he could be infinitely reborn, and he didn't even force him to fight with all his strength, but now that he thought about it, this could also be a fantasy, used to consume his energy and will.

Suddenly, a purple light danced in Qin Ping's pupils.

"Purple Qi is coming from the east, now!" With Qin Ping's roar, a purple light suddenly shot out from Qin Ping's pupils, like a purple lightning, extremely fast, as if it was about to tear apart this space, without the slightest obstacle, it shot straight towards the gathering smoke.

Then nothing changed, Jian Xiu was still resurrected as usual, Qin Ping lost the best opportunity to kill him, so he had to raise his sword to fight him, and it took a lot of effort to kill him.

It's not an illusion, it's not sealed, it's infinitely reborn, although it's the door of death, but it's also nine deaths and a lifetime instead of ten deaths, if it weren't for the fact that his combat power far exceeded that of entering the Holy Realm, and even surpassed the ordinary middle saint, he couldn't survive until now, so where was the glimmer of life?

Qin Ping's heart was full of doubts. He suddenly remembered the prompt of a few lines of words on the altar, "You have to pass the three levels of martial arts, desire, and wisdom." So what level is it now? It must not be the "desire" level, because there is no temptation at all. It won't be a "smart" level, because it's all about fighting.

Then it should be the "martial arts" level, is this level the final measurement of the upper limit of personal force in the rebirth of infinite sword cultivation, in this way, if the monk brings any holy rank Dao weapon, wouldn't there be an advantage, and the test of the ancient emperor's inheritance should not be unfair, if this "martial arts" is not the meaning of force, then what is it?