As Zhao Shenbi stood up, the momentum of the whole person had completely reached its peak.

He looked around and said, "I hope you all get your wish!"

No one said anything more thanks.

Because of Zhao Shenbi's kindness, they can't repay it at all, they just need to remember it in their hearts forever.

Zhao Shenbi took a deep breath, flipped his sleeves, and already held a ghostly magic weapon in his hand.

It was a small, inky minaret, and a thick black mist swirled around it like a ribbon.

In the spire, it can be seen that the secret rooms are like monks' caves, which are divided in an orderly manner, but they form a wonderful connection, which is constantly absorbing the ghost qi in the basin at this moment, and after gradually condensing and blending, it is churning and circulating in the tower.

This magic weapon, called the "Yama Purgatory Tower", was obtained from the storage bag of an unlucky monk who died under Zhao Shenbi's hands.

Although the name is extremely scary, the quality is not too high, compared with the Xuanyin Hall treasure in Hou Geng's hand, it can be said that it is completely different from cloud and mud.

However, this is already the best ghost treasure in Zhao Shenbi's hands at the moment.

But fortunately, this is at least a magic weapon for the monks of the Jiedan, although it cannot cultivate powerful yin spirits above the middle three realms, but it is more than enough to transform these revenant souls into pure ghosts.

As soon as Zhao Shenbi spit out the spiritual power in his hand, the Yama Purgatory Tower immediately shook with black light, accompanied by the sound of ghosts crying and howling, faintly ghostly shadows appeared, which really had a bit of the taste of Senluo Hell.

His gray hair flew and he said in a loud voice, "If you don't enter now, when will you stay?"

Feng Ruyi and the others didn't drag the slightest bit of mud and water, and hugged Zhao Shenbi together, and his body quickly twisted, turning into a gray light and shadow, and he was rolled into it by the black qi.

After the glory of the Yama Purgatory Tower converged, and the Dao ghost qi returned to the nest like a hundred birds, the tower gate was immediately closed, cutting off the connection with heaven and earth.

Zhao Shenbi nodded with satisfaction.

Through the heart-to-heart connection, he could clearly feel that Feng Ruyi and the others had each chosen to occupy the secret room specially prepared for ghost generals in the tower, and began to continuously absorb the ghost qi in it and transform their souls.

With a flick of his fingers, a black light disappeared into the Yama Purgatory Tower, which was the secret method of the Xuanyin Palace, "Xuanyin Ghost Luo Gong", that he obtained when he was subdued and waited for cultivation.

After doing all this, Zhao Shenbi put away the Yama Purgatory Tower and sealed it in the depths of the space ring with the Thunder Pool Prohibition.

As he said, he has achieved the ultimate that he can do at the moment, as for what kind of soul body those dozen ghosts can transform into and what realm they can cultivate, it all depends on personal qualifications and creation.

He has a clear conscience.

After slightly restraining his mind, Zhao Shenbi set his eyes on another piece of revenant.

Including more than a dozen members of the Chiyan clan, nearly a hundred soul bodies looked at him with some excitement after seeing Zhao Shenbi's methods.

Zhao Shenbi smiled and nodded, "Don't worry, I will naturally do my best, but the next process may be a little painful, I hope you can hold on." ”

In fact, as far as Zhao Shenbi's own heart is concerned, he hopes that these people can choose to turn into ghost cultivators.

Because in his opinion, instead of putting fate on uncertain odds and luck, it is better to suffer more and hold it firmly in his own hands.

But he also knows very well that no matter which choice is made, there is no superiority or inferiority.

After all, not everyone is willing to give up their dignity and glory to turn into a ghost and be alone.

Not everyone is willing to give up everything in this life to gamble on the opportunity of reincarnation.

There are thousands of human paths, and no matter which one you choose, as long as you can stick to the end, you can never say that you have failed.

Zhao Shenbi hugged his fists and said, "Finally, I wish you good luck and see you in the next life!"

The ghosts trembled, and they also replied apologetically, "See you in the next life!"

Zhao Shenbi's face suddenly turned pale, and sweat was like rain.

It turned out that at some point, an incomparably huge wheel had quietly appeared, like a roulette wheel that divided yin and yang, holding up nearly a hundred ghosts to rise into the low sky, slowly spinning.

The road of life and death.

On the wheel, there is a breath of life and death, the aura of the reincarnation of all things, the white gas representing vitality and the gray gas symbolizing death slowly blend, showing a dignified gray, and gradually separated and extracted, as if the birth and death of all things, the cycle of the four seasons are in it, mysterious and extraordinary.

Yan Zhen was already dumbfounded.

He sweated like rain, staring intently at the huge black and white roulette, only feeling as if he had seen the ultimate of all things, and countless feelings had sprung up in his heart.

He was contemplating.

It's just that this process of contemplating the Tao consumes a lot of soul power, and in just a few breaths, Yan Zhen already has a severe pain in his head and bleeding from his seven orifices.

After all, this avenue of reincarnation of life and death is an opportunity for Zhao Shenbi to condense his godhead and finally enter the half-step Nirvana realm.

Although after being reincarnated and broken, it has long been much worse than before, but it is not a little guy like Yan Zhen who can spy on the fundamentals.

However, Yan Zhen still endured the heart-rending pain, and remembered the charm of the Great Dao of the Cycle of Life and Death in his heart.

He didn't have the time to think about anything else, he only knew that this was a huge opportunity that was unique and unique, and if he didn't seize it, he probably wouldn't have it again in this life!

In just a few short breaths, Zhao Shenbi's body lost more than a circle, and his white hair glowed with bright silver light, and there was a tendency to return to gray.

Yet his eyes were still steadfast, and his eyes were like stars.

Zhao Shenbi raised his head and said loudly, "Life and death are reversed!"

With their minds together, the black and white roulette wheel spun rapidly, and the two colored air currents completely merged into one, like a huge gray torrent, carrying nearly a hundred ghosts together, forming a storm that rushed straight into the sky.

In the hazy center of the storm, all the ghosts wailed bitterly, heartbreaking, and mad.

But in this poignant, there is unprecedented joy and excitement, and even a sense of relief.

As the storm rises higher and higher, almost overturning the earth, the location of this basin seems to have gradually broken away from the shackles and cages of heaven and earth, forming an independent small world.

This is a magical power that can only be possessed by a cultivator of the Divine Realm, but Zhao Shenbi forcibly exerted it with the background of his previous life!

However, the price is that the already broken Dao of the Cycle of Life and Death has become more and more broken.

Zhao Shenbi swallowed the sweet blood surging in his throat, and as soon as he raised his finger, a thunderbolt roared out, heading straight for the storm on the roulette.

At this moment, the ghosts in the storm are in an incomparably mysterious state, as if between life and death, there is only a glimmer of opportunity to be swallowed into the invisible reincarnation.

And Zhao Shenbi's thunder that broke through the sky was that opportunity.

The thunder was like a whip, instantly piercing the chests of all the ghosts, but instead of completely erasing them, they were shattered into thousands of soul fragments.

Flying in the air like detritus, it also symbolizes that this transcendent soul is finally coming to an end.

There were no more words, and in the moment before it completely dissipated, nearly a hundred pairs of eyes looked at Zhao Shenbi in unison.

Tears fell like rain, but they were not tears of grief, but tears of gratitude, tears of blessing.

Since they are ghosts, they should not have any bodily fluids and tears, but at this moment, they still condensed a tear of their hearts and fell from the sky.

After the gray light skyrocketed for the last time, it slowly disappeared as the wheel slowly disappeared, and nearly a hundred revenant souls also completely dissipated into the air.

Perhaps it was a failure, and since then there has been no trace of their existence in heaven and earth.

Or maybe it was a success, with the birth of a new batch of fetuses, and a few years later, a new life with the marks of a previous life, walking on this land.

But what the result will be, no one knows.

Even Zhao Shenbi didn't know.

He was already weak to the extreme, but his heart was also shocked to the extreme, and he felt deeply incredible.

Because after the tears of the heart condensed by those ghosts fell, they all merged into Zhao Shenbi's heart lake, making the avenue of sentient beings, which had always been difficult to advance and only had a rough and shallow outline, finally began to grow slowly.

The avenue of all beings is gradually condensing!