After actually coming to the universe, Yan Xing found that it was so dark that the light of the galaxy in the distance seemed insignificant.

He always felt that the deep void was like a giant beast with its mouth open, about to devour him.

And some of them didn't know where he was going with this mysterious force.

"Where does the soul return when a man dies?"

He remembered that mankind had been entangled with questions for thousands of years, and now he was approaching the answer to this question step by step, and his heart couldn't help but be nervous.

He was getting farther and farther away from Earth, until it was only the size of a football in his field of vision, and he realized how fast he was moving away.

At this moment, a terrifying energy suddenly erupted from the earth!

"Boom!"

Several surrounding planets were cracked open in an instant, and even the dazzling sun was extinguished in that instant!

"A few thieves dare to spy on my master's magic weapon! I will leave your life to atone for your sins today!" The voice of the white-clothed king echoed in the eight directions of the universe like a bell.

Yan Xing looked at it from a distance and saw the scene of the earth, and it was as if he had been struck by lightning.

A golden dragon coiled outside the earth, letting out bursts of dragon groans!

And Yan Xing recognized that it was not a golden dragon at all, it was clearly a symbol of China!

Great Wall!

Isn't the Great Wall destroyed?!

Immediately, I saw several figures flying away from the earth with divine light.

"Die!" the white-clothed king ordered, and the Great Wall flew like a dragon!

The golden dragon's tail swayed, and the void shook incessantly.

I don't know what kind of spell it is, no matter how those figures change their positions, they can't avoid that section of the Great Wall.

"Ahh

Their bodies exploded, leaving no bones left.

He was almost stunned.

For eternity, even those who could destroy the earth with a raised hand have also died, leaving only the wreckage and dry bones.

Not only that, but even the Earth holds so many secrets!

The white-clothed king with boundless power, the Great Wall across the void!

Outside the earth, the void fell silent again, the stars were floating, the entire galaxy was in ruins, and only Yan Xing witnessed everything from afar.

The Great Wall hovered beside the white-clothed monarch, shaking the void, there was purple gas on the top of his head, and his long hair flew under the emperor's crown, as if he was alone.

He stood there for a long time.

......

......

Yanxing is already very far away from the earth, and there is not even a single planet around it that can see the outline clearly.

"Am I going to keep drifting like this?" he was a little worried, who could face this lonely universe all the time, loneliness would drive people crazy.

Suddenly, Yan Xing felt a little strange, as if something around him was staring at him...

He looked around, there was nothing but darkness around him, but he felt an inexplicable sense of crisis in his heart, as if a catastrophe was coming.

"I'm already a soul, what the hell is trying to disadvantage me..."Yan Xing became more and more vigilant, carefully observing everything around him.

Finally, he noticed that the starlight in the distance was getting dimmer and dimmer, as if it was shrouded in black fog, as if he was moving away from this world.

"Hmm......"

"Woo......"

A terrible cry came from a distant place, the sound was very ethereal, and a little unreal, but it really made him feel very strange.

"Could it be that there are really some lonely souls and wild ghosts?!" Yan Xing's heart beat wildly, although he is a soul, he may also suffer.

He looked around and saw nothing but endless darkness......

Yan Xing felt more and more strange about things, but he already had some guesses in his heart.

"I guess I'm going to be reincarnated. Yan Xing was a little lost.

Legend has it that reincarnation is to drink Meng Po soup.

After stepping across the Nai He Bridge after a bowl of Meng Po soup, you can forget the troubles of your past life, have nothing to worry about, and you can't turn back.

But how can I be willing to forget so many memories?

Besides, after forgetting all this, he will be reincarnated, will he still be himself? I guess it's a new person.

Just as Yan Xing was immersed in sadness, a golden light seemed to appear in the boundless darkness.

"Nam no Amitabha Night Dota Gadama Night ......"

"Dodi Night, Amitabha, Dubhabi......"

"Amitabore Vigaranda ......"

Mysterious scriptures faintly emerged, as if golden characters were embedded in the void, and there was an inexplicable power circulating, which was extremely mysterious.

It seems to make people wash away the lead dust and forget the troubles of the mortal dust.

Yan Xing felt that the soul fragments around him gradually dissolved, and the resentment dissipated, exuding a serene aura, and then turned into a torrent, about to surging towards the depths of darkness.

The place where these souls are going is mysterious.

"If I'm not mistaken, it should be a Buddhist scripture, but how can there be a Buddhist scripture here?" Yan Xing was shocked in his heart, could some ancient legends on the earth actually be true.

But those verses don't seem to work for themselves.

The Soul River was unstoppable, sailing deeper into the darkness with Yan Xing.

After advancing some distance, a golden light lit up in the darkness, like a lighthouse, guiding the wandering soul to the next life.

It wasn't until Yan Xing passed by the golden light that he couldn't see its appearance clearly.

That's an old monk!

He was dressed in a brilliant golden robe, his skin was like a golden forged, and every inch of his body radiated a gentle Buddha light, and mysterious scriptures continued to emanate from his body, resonating with this piece of Daewoo, transforming the souls of those who died unjustly, and guiding them to reincarnation.

But he was extremely thin, like a skeleton, with only a thin layer of skin hanging from the skeleton, and it didn't even look like a living being.

In the void not far from this body, there was a little bit of golden liquid, and there seemed to be an ancient monk sitting in those liquids, and the shining Buddha light was even brighter.

He was the source of those verses. ”

Yan Xing knew in his heart, but he was still surprised that there would be someone stationed on this road.

Then he wanted to see if the monk's face could match some of the Buddha statues he remembered.

But Yan Xing was surprised to find that he couldn't see the monk's face clearly.

The monk's head was shrouded in golden light, and he couldn't see it clearly, until the soul river took Yan Xing away, and he couldn't see his true face.

I don't know how long I walked forward, but a golden light actually appeared in the distance, which was the same as the old monk before, but it was a lot dimmer and looked very weak.

"Could it be that the road to the past life has been contracted by Buddhism?" he thought to himself, but he had already begun to observe the golden light.

But the following scene made him feel a chill all over his body and feel a sense of terror.

This time, the golden light is not a monk, but a head!

This head is very full and serene, and it is obvious that it is the head of a monk.

If it weren't for the fact that it only had one head, it would have thought that he was a great Buddha!

The wound on the neck was very neat, as if it had been cut off by someone, and from time to time there were golden blood dripping from the fracture, illuminating the surrounding space.

But it seems that his blood can't be flowed endlessly, and the blood in those voids has already merged into a small pool, and the blood has not increased or decreased, carrying the blood of the Buddha.

Yan Xing suddenly remembered the old monk just now, his head was shrouded in golden light, and there was still a golden liquid not far from his body.

"Could it be that this head is his?!"

Yan Xing was frightened by his own speculation, you know, that body may still be alive, it is still chanting the longitude to transform the soul!

"It's so weird, how many secrets are there in the world?" he gradually calmed down, wanting to face all this calmly.

But when he passed by the skull, something changed!

The head, which had not moved at all times, actually opened its eyes and turned to look at Yan Xing!

This head has no eyeballs, only two holes with wide eyes "staring" at Yan Xing.

At that moment, Yan Xing felt that his thinking had stopped, his brain was blank, and he was a little frightened.

The head had been cut off, and it was certain to die, but it was too strange to be able to turn and stare at him!

Yan Xing immediately calmed down and tried to remain motionless, hoping not to attract the attention of his head in this way.

But the head was still staring at him.

Suddenly, there was a fluctuation from the skull, and an inexplicable light flashed in its eyes.

"Amitabha...... Master Yan, you are on the wrong path...... The past life does not belong to you, only return is the right way......"

Yan Xing's heart was shocked, this head was talking to himself?!

Immediately, a golden light appeared in the upper reaches of the soul torrent, and it approached at an extremely fast speed.

In the blink of an eye, the golden light rushed in front of Yan Xing.

It was actually the old monk who sat on the way to transform sentient beings!

The old monk clasped his hands together and saluted slightly: "Amitabha, the poor monk will send Master Yan back......

Yan Xing saw it, the old monk was missing a head on his neck, and the terrifying fracture seemed to be bleeding!

"St. ... Holy Monk ...... Are you calling me?" Yan Xing asked boldly.

"It seems that the donor has forgotten me, but he will remember it in the future......" The head said as the body on the side slowly leaned down and lifted Yan Xing's soul out of the soul river.

"Amitabha, the poor monk will send the benefactor back to his true body. The Buddha's voice in the monk's body vibrate, and the brilliant golden light erupted from the dry skin, taking Yan Xing into the distance.

Yan Xing was still in shock, but the strange monk didn't seem to have any ill will towards him, and he was a little bolder.

"May I ask what the Holy Monk is called, have I ever seen you?" Yan Xing asked.

A voice came from the monk's body: "Amitabha, don't ask, don't ask, he will naturally know in the future." ”

Then the physical body said to himself: "Amitabha, I have been a human for nearly twenty years, I don't know if Lord Yan will get used to your true body." ”

"Long Zun has also calculated too much for the sake of the benefactor, which will inevitably anger some people......"

Yan Xing was slightly stunned, who is Long Zun, and who is his real body......

As soon as the words fell, the monk said again: "Master Yan, we have arrived." ”

It's here so soon?!" Yan Xing looked around slightly puzzled.

Before he could see the situation around him clearly, a wave of extreme dizziness swept over, instantly plunging Yan Xing into darkness......

The monk's body seemed to have been expected.

He carefully held Yan Xing's soul in one hand, and swiped at the void with the other.

With a snort, it was as if the jade silk had been torn out, and a thousand-mile-long spatial crack instantly appeared beside him.

"Amitabha, donor go well......"

(To be continued)......