"Splendid piles, extravagant, a hundred years of waiting for the family, in the blink of an eye, the rain and the wind blow. （）”

"In the end, it's just a scrap of ashes and ten miles of scorched earth."

In the midst of the ruins, a Mai Taoist held a white jade wine bottle and slowly poured the wine downward, and the agate-colored liquid was sprinkled on the scorched earth.

Lin Zhengyang left the Biyou Palace on Jinao Island, refused to be retained by Tongtian, and came to the place where he was born alone.

This was originally the land of the Bigan family.

Bigan is a royal family, and he is the same clan as Di Xin, and his bloodline is very close, so when he is implicated, there is no possibility of the three clans, and it is only his branch that dies.

"Bigan, you are the biological father of this body, although I have another background, but I have indeed been taken care of by you in the past, and now I will use this wine to pay tribute to one or two, and I have done my best."

Bigan died very simply, and he had already entered the list of gods, so in order to avoid the embarrassment of meeting, he simply disappeared.

Lin Zhengyang is here to sacrifice to Bigan, but in fact, he is wronged under the scorched earth.

The wine was spilled, and between the broken walls, some faint shadows appeared, which were the lingering souls of the dead in vain, because of the passage of time, they had long lost their minds and were broken, and if no one cared about them, they would not have lasted long and would have perished.

The soul of an ordinary person, unable to resist the call of the underworld after death, will naturally leave the world.

Therefore, those who can stay here have some Taoism before their deaths, or they are military generals whose blood is different from ordinary people, lingering here with a sense of resentment.

"Dust to dust, dust to earth, this life has passed, there is a new life in the next life, if you miss the moment, it will not be good, I will send you there first."

The liquor turned into a burst of rain and mist, which replenished these remnant souls, washed away the grievances, and changed into a shroud.

One by one, the figures in white shrouds were swept away by a gust of wind and disappeared.

Lin Zhengyang's eyes were over, and he had already seen them reincarnate.

Before the Western religion intervened in the Central Plains, there was already a theory of reincarnation here.

There are no six realms of reincarnation, and heaven and earth have their own reincarnation.

"The set of six realms of reincarnation taught by the West is too ridiculous."

The way of heaven, humanity, the path of asura, the path of beasts, the path of evil ghosts, the way of hell.

Among them, the Heavenly Dao is worthy of the Heavenly Beings in the Western Teachings, and its ambition can be seen here, to classify all the immortals in the world under the saints into the Heavenly Dao.

As for the Shura Dao, it is also the god of the Western religion.

Humanity doesn't need to be said.

The Six Realms of Reincarnation is an ideal system of Western religious world operation constructed entirely based on Western religious teachings.

In the future, after the Western religion changed its name to Buddhism and took root in Middle-earth, it would use this set of arguments to fool the people, so that people would become obedient people from generation to generation, and there would be happiness in the afterlife anyway··········

In fact, when it comes to reincarnation, there have been since ancient times, the past life and this life are fundamentally two different things, not to mention whether this thing can be verified or not, even if you can really enjoy happiness in the next life, it is not the same you in this life.

When Dijun disappeared and Haotian was not established, the underworld still existed, and there was also a set of posthumous order to maintain, but its reputation was not obvious.

The saint made a decision, and his own god of the underworld corresponded, and all these people were tried by shortcuts.

One year in the world, hundreds of years will pass in the underworld.

The further down the netherworld, the faster time passes.

So don't look at the life and death of so many creatures in the world, in fact, the gods and ghosts of the underworld are almost not in a hurry, and they even have leisure time after work to take a break.

In the human world for a while, a day or two have passed in the underworld, and the procedure is finished, and according to the law of the underworld, the fastest ones have already drunk the water of the Yin River and passed away.

"There is no so-called six realms here, but the process of reincarnation can still be handled, it can be seen that the six realms of reincarnation in the Western religion are just pasting gold on their own body, where is this reincarnation that a sect that was exterminated in their hometown can get it? That's really shameless, and he can even tell such a lie for the sake of mission·······"

After despising the two poor saints of the Western Sect, Lin Zhengyang left his ancestral land and wandered all the way to Chaoge City.

In Chaoge City, it is still prosperous.

However, after years of war, it still came to an impact.

There were more caravan guards coming and going than before, wearing bronze soldiers, exuding a sinister aura all over their bodies, an aura that belonged only to the battlefield.

The soldiers who have been to the battlefield, the weapons that have seen blood, and the vigilant caravans have brought the hustle and bustle of the distance and washed away the glitz and luxury of the song city.

At this moment, Lin Zhengyang walked on the street step by step, holding a bamboo cane and a white jade gourd tied around his waist.

Chaoge is the capital of big business, and Chaoge people are used to seeing strange strange people, and they only look at strangers like Lin Zhengyang twice, and then look away from themselves.

Walking on the spacious avenue paved with sand, passing by a five-colored sacred cow, Lin Zhengyang stopped at the stall on the side of the street with great interest.

The stall owner is a lean man, speaking an authentic song and enthusiastically soliciting business:

"This immortal, you see, I have all treasures here, I found them on the mountain by myself, and I only need a copper knife for everything."

There are a few gray ores on the stall, and some green is oozing from the surface, looking like jade; a few herbs that had been dug up with mud with their roots; The tattered and bloodstained metal ornaments seemed to have been found in the ruins of the battlefield.

"I want this copper plate."

Leaving a copper knife in his hand, Lin Zhengyang pinched an inconspicuous broken copper plate in the corner with two fingers.

This copper plate is crawling with sinuous patina, with a strange texture, and it looks no different from ordinary scrap copper.

What really made Lin Zhengyang notice it was the familiar wisp of qi that lingered on it.

Holding this copper plate and pondering it in the palm of his hand for a while, Lin Zhengyang suddenly realized:

"Isn't this the erosion of the Void Constant?"

The erosion of the Void Hengjun, as the name suggests, is the threat that every Da Luo who exists in it is facing.

Nothingness itself is nothing, and Da Luo is the opposite of "being".

Nothingness is the tendency of everything to return to nothing.

The power of Da Luo can curb this trend, but it will be consumed, which is the wear and tear of the normal.

Lin Zhengyang's qi machine is consumed all the time, and it is constantly replenished out of nothing.

This process is a process of constant confrontation.

The one who can fight against nothingness in the eternal power of nothingness, and whose own source is inexhaustible, is Da Luo.

In other words, the one who can fight against this tendency or phenomenon of reducing everything to nothing and survive forever is naturally the Immortal Daluo.

"This thing has been through the great destruction of the world, and it has been in the void, and finally the fragments have fallen here, running from the inner chaos to the inner land...... It's so sturdy! ”

"Since this is a heavy treasure of the world, it can be left behind after the destruction of the world, and it can also resist the Void Hengjun, and it is already qualified to be my Dao carrying weapon!"

"It's a pity that there is only so little left that there is not enough to do anything."

It's a pity that Lin Zhengyang pocketed this copper plate, and he plans to study the more important thing at the moment after a while, which is......

"Fellow Daoist, please stay!"

Lin Zhengyang saw a figure riding a dragon bearded tiger passing by at a glance, and stepped forward to shout.