The world of ten thousand domains, across the desolation and eternal times, the heavenly and earthly treasures are shocked, the spiritual weapon array destroys the heavens and the earth, and there are more Shinto relics looming, and the secret art of the immortals is hidden, leaving it to be fateful.

Martial arts is the lifelong pursuit of most people in this world, and powerful warriors can fly to the sky, live forever, control powerful forces, and dominate the fate of others.

The martial arts realm is divided into: the Twelve Heavens of the Tongmai, the Spiritual Qi Realm, the Lingyuan Realm, the Lingfu Realm, and the True Spiritual Realm......

If you want to become a martial artist, you need to awaken the spiritual root, and the grade of the spiritual root is the main criterion for judging a martial artist's talent.

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After Bei'an City, look at the cliff

The snow fell, the grass and trees withered, the thick snow spread on the cliff, a dry old tree trunk took root on the edge of the cliff, the cold wind gusted, there was a nameless and desolate atmosphere.

The young man in white sat on the edge of the cliff, looking straight at the opposite side of the Heishui River, the northern barbarian land shrouded in black mist, which seemed to have a fatal attraction for him.

Fifteen years are like a day, and he comes here every day to look at the Jedi on the cliff.

"Young master, Xue'er will accompany you!"

A small maid sat beside the young man, holding his hand, her little face was red from the cold, but she didn't let go, as if the soulless boy beside her was everything to her.

Jian Fengyun, he really doesn't have a soul?

Yes, not really!

No one knew that he was just a body waiting for his soul to return, and since he was born, he had no soul, only a faint but persistent crippled consciousness that controlled him.

However, today he was suddenly abnormal, and as soon as Jian Xue'er held his hand, he stood up suddenly, and a deep and sharp light burst out of his eyes.

Jian Xue'er was startled by Jian Fengyun's sudden move, and when she came back to her senses, Jian Fengyun stood still.

The little head was raised, and he happened to see Jian Fengyun's strange gaze.

That gaze, as if through endless years, across thousands of eras, witnessed countless ups and downs, successes and failures, shot into the depths of the Northern Barbarians.

Rumble!

A bolt of lightning suddenly illuminated the gloomy Northern Barbarian Forbidden Land, and in an instant, in the depths of the Northern Barbarians, an unyielding will rose to the sky.

The wind was blowing, the clouds were rolling in the sky, the snow was fluttering, and countless thunderbolts exploded in the depths of the Northern Barbarians.

Looking at the cliff, Jian Fengyun suddenly moved, broke away from Jian Xue'er's hand, and jumped off the cliff with a forward jump.

Beneath the cliff is a dark forest of strange trees, strange and gloomy, revealing a dangerous aura.

By the time Jian Xue'er reacted, Jian Fengyun had already jumped down.

"Young Master!"

Jian Xue'er exclaimed, and jumped down without the slightest hesitation.

The icy and biting cold wind violently impacted on her side, jumping off the cliff of a hundred zhang, even ordinary martial artists couldn't bear it, not to mention Jian Xue'er, a mortal, whose body had just fallen halfway, and her consciousness could no longer hold on to her coma.

She didn't see that a black light shot into the young master who fell earlier than him, and the thin figure in white actually jumped up to catch her body with a little bit of strength on the cliff, and stepped on it out of thin air in the air, buffering it, and the body fell steadily on the ground.

After the sword Fengyun landed gorgeously, a flash of light suddenly shot out from the depths of his eyes.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect it, those scum emperors, this emperor is not dead, ahaha......"

Suddenly, a wild and uninhibited laugh roared out of his throat, but it stopped abruptly when he saw the snow falling around him.

Tremblingly stretched out his hand, feeling the gloom in the snow, the depths of the young man's clear eyes were incredible.

"How so? How could it be ......" Ren Baixue fell, but Jian Fengyun's eyes turned red.

Yes, he was born again, but not by chance, but by someone who paid the price for his rebirth!

Jian Fengyun made a trembling voice: "Ling'er, you ......"

The slender palm caresses the falling snow in the palm of the hand, and it is gentle as if it is caressing the cheek of a lover.

At this moment, he finally understood why his personal maid, Dongfang Ling'er, hadn't arrived when he was besieged by the Ten Fang Emperors in his previous life.

"Emperor, you said that my exercises can cultivate a powerful forbidden art, what is it called?"

"Snow Pole Nirvana, using the soul as a medium and the body as a sacrifice, using the power of the demon spirits under the Nine Shadows, will lead a fallen soul to the body of a soulless person in heaven and earth to be reborn, but this move goes against the sky, and the soul of the person who casts the spell will be punished by heaven!"

"Emperor, then you teach me!"

"I ......"

"Emperor, you can teach me!"

In the past, Ling'er's elf-like face once again floated to Jian Fengyun's heart, but in a blink of an eye, he could only see the falling snow above the sky, and the snowflakes fell, and the sword Fengyun that was exclusive to Ling'er's breath would not admit it.

In his previous life, he was the strongest person in the Ten Thousand Domains, the Emperor of Fengyun, who was proficient in Dan, Weapon, and Fu Sanju, and he had cultivated to the perfection of the divine realm with a sword path.

The Xinghe Emperor has a history of 96,000 years, and he relied on his sword to obtain the position of a god, but when he crossed the god and spirit tribulation, he was besieged by the ten emperors of the ten domains, and had to exhaust all his strength to beat the ten great emperors to six deaths and four heavy injuries, but he also died under his own god tribulation because of exhaustion, and the god soul fell into a deep sleep.

After a long time, Jian Fengyun came back to his senses and glanced at the depths of the Northern Barbarian.

Is it the place where the body of the deity fell?

Hehe, Emperor of the Ten Directions, you never imagined it, this emperor is back again, and when this emperor recovers, he will take your dog's head to pay tribute to me who died.

A cold color flashed in Jian Fengyun's eyes.

Immediately calmed down and began to explore the memory of this body itself, since he was reborn in his body, before he regained the strength of his previous life, it was better to live in this identity, and he would avoid a lot of trouble.

Born with a defective soul, no spiritual roots, a physical body no different from a mortal, and a missing father...... However, because the soul was unconscious, he was bullied a lot before, and there was a maid who had always cared about him - Jian Xue'er.

"Cher!" Jian Fengyun muttered and looked at the delicate and lovely girl in his arms.

Recalling some of the remaining memories of this body, bits and pieces about her, the softest place in Jian Fengyun's heart seemed to be touched.

At one time, he was not yet an emperor, just a wandering poor boy, just because he gave the little food in his hand to the hungry little girl in the slum with dizzy eyes, and since then there has been a girl who has been following him, encouraging him, helping him, accompanying him, until he later became the emperor of the world, she still has been silently following herself, even until he died, she did her best to help him.

Heavenly punishment, hey! I don't know what happened to that girl!

Jian Fengyun sighed slightly in his heart, and subconsciously hugged the girl in his arms.

However, just as his fingers touched Jian Xue'er's fingers, Jian Fengyun's heart throbbed suddenly.

"Ling'er!" Jian Fengyun exclaimed in surprise, and subconsciously clenched Jian Xue'er's white little hand.

At this moment, his feelings were even deeper.

When the soul of a warrior reaches a certain level, a mysterious spiritual sense will be derived, and the perception of this spiritual sense is very powerful, even more powerful than the direct perception of ordinary martial artists with their souls.

Although Jian Fengyun is only a wisp of the Great Emperor's divine soul reborn, the spiritual sense that belongs to the Great Emperor is already there.

Grabbing Jian Xue'er's hand, he could clearly perceive everything in her body, including the white and immaculate soul that was no different from Ling'er.

The white soul symbolizes holiness, and Jian Xue'er's body is the body of the holy soul.

The body of the Holy Soul is one of the best soul constitutions in the world, and if you stay by the body of the Holy Soul for a long time, the injuries on the soul will be controlled.

This is also one of the reasons why Jian Fengyun's remnant thoughts can live for so many years.

The most important thing is that the Ling'er in the previous life was also the body of the Holy Soul.

"It's Ling'er, it's Ling'er!" Jian Fengyun looked at the person in his arms with certainty, and his heart was uneasy for a long time.

In the original memory of this body, this Jian Xue'er was a maid arranged for her by her father since she was a child, and she didn't look like a Ling'er at all.

Until she grew older and older, Jian Xue'er got closer to him, the young master.

"It must be the power of heavenly punishment that made Ling'er reincarnate and reborn!" Jian Fengyun already had the answer in his heart.

"Less...... Master! ”

Jian Xue'er, who was in a coma, suddenly exclaimed, woke up, and saw Jian Fengyun staring directly at her.

"Young master, you're okay, woo...... Scared Cher to death! ”

The next moment, the girl whimpered and wrapped her arms around Jian Fengyun's neck, clinging to Jian Fengyun's chest, crying so much that pear blossoms brought rain.

Jian Fengyun looked at Xue'er, who was crying sadly on his chest, and couldn't help but feel a touch of pity in his heart, as if he had comforted Ling'er in his previous life, he stretched out his hand and gently rubbed her little head, "It's okay, don't worry, the young master is not so easy to get into trouble!" ”

"Young Master, ...... you" Suddenly, Jian Xue'er reacted suddenly, her little head was raised suddenly, and a look of surprise suddenly shot out of her watery beautiful eyes.

Her own young master knows best, due to the lack of congenital soul, so it can be said that he is a vegetative person, but now he suddenly spoke, and his expression and movements are still very natural, which is simply incredible.

Looking at Jian Xue'er's surprised expression, Jian Fengyun smiled faintly and said softly: "Well, the young master has recovered, from today onwards, the young master is a normal person!" ”

Jian Fengyun looked at Xue'er's stunned appearance, thought about it slightly, and decided not to tell her that she was Ling'er's reincarnation.

"Let's go home!" Jian Fengyun said softly to Jian Xue'er, and then turned his gaze to the front of the dark deep forest.

"Hmm!" Jian Xue'er followed her young master, and her heart was still shocked.