The sea of reincarnation of life and death, black and white, seems to represent life and death, impermanence and impermanence.

The two colors do not interfere with each other, do not exclude each other, and do not blend with each other, which is incomparably magical.

Among them, the waves are turbulent, the waves are hundreds of feet high, and a wave head is patted down, as if the canopy collapses.

It can be seen that there are many creatures living in the sea, including fairies, monsters, flowers and trees.

But these beings, one moment they were still vibrant, but the next moment they turned into a pile of white bones and withered. But in the breath, the white bones are born again, and the previous form is reproduced, full of vitality and green.

Rise!

Dragon Yin Earthquake Heaven, this is a flame dragon, from outside the sea of life and death, very powerful, but the flames attached to the body can melt the void, it wants to cross the sea, to the other side.

But just after reaching the sky above the ocean, a huge black and white hand reached out, no matter how the flame dragon struggled, it was useless, it was caught into the sea, turned into a huge skeleton in the blink of an eye, and then, it reunited its body in the breath, but it could no longer break free from the shackles of the sea of life and death, and could only experience the cycle of life and death again and again, endlessly.

Life and death cannot be broken, reincarnation cannot be crossed, and there is nowhere to reach the other side!

The sea of reincarnation of life and death is like some kind of rule that cannot be broken!

Yang Xiaomu couldn't know how Xueli was spent, and he didn't want to know, he just stood on the shore, silent for a long time, and thought for a long time.

Finally, at a certain moment, he took off his battle suit and took a step!

"You're crazy!" The system exclaimed, "Although the sea of reincarnation of life and death is difficult to cross, it is not impossible, you are simply looking for death!" ”

"I want to understand the mystery of the cycle of life and death!" Yang Xiaomu replied calmly.

The system was silent for a long time before saying, "Not bad! Comprehending the mystery of the cycle of life and death, you can indeed cross this sea, but it is still too early for you! ”

"No!" Yang Xiaomu was firm and crazy, "There is no sooner or later for this kind of thing, besides, when I condense one hundred and eight golden pills, I know that even if I devour more special physique origins, I may be able to condense three hundred, or even three hundred and fifty-nine, but it is impossible to condense the number of perfections, this is a kind of shackle, the shackles formulated by the Heavenly Dao." Perhaps only by understanding the mystery of the cycle of life and death can we break this shackle! And you also said that the catastrophe is coming, and I must improve my strength as soon as possible. ”

The system was silent again, and it wanted to dissuade him, but Yang Xiaomu had already taken a step.

For the first time, the system felt extremely entangled, all along, she played the role of a strict teacher, issuing tasks one after another, forcing Yang Xiaomu to work hard and become strong, but now Yang Xiaomu's madness moved her.

But in the same way, Yang Xiaomu's crazy behavior also made her fall into thought, and some unknown changes occurred.

And at this time, Yang Xiaomu, who went to the sea, his body had already melted, yes, it was melted, even if he condensed the eleventh desolate ancient holy body, even if he devoured two special physique origins, even if he condensed one hundred and eight golden pills, but in the sea of life and death, it was useless.

The bits and pieces of flesh melted, and the pain caused by it was unimaginable, even with Yang Xiaomu's will talent, he couldn't help but roar, like a wounded beast.

He felt in a trance that his life had come to an end, that his soul had been completely exhausted, and that if it weren't for the indelible will of madness, he would have died completely.

But suddenly, a cool feeling melted into the skeleton, and a little bud began to grow on the bones as white as jade.

It's a chic experience, and it's a strange feeling that can't be explained.

Once...... Twice...... Thousands of times......

Yang Xiaomu is like a bystander, observing the cycle of life and death of others, and observing his own cycle of life and death.

I don't know how long it took, Yang Xiaomu had already been numb to the pain, but there was no progress in his understanding, which made him extremely irritable.

"Am I alive or dead?"

Yang Xiaomu muttered to himself, but no one answered.

Like other beings in the sea of the cycle of life and death, he is caught in this endless cycle and cannot break free.

He felt extremely tired, and this exhaustion made him completely numb and lose his fighting spirit.

Although he is still sober, he is like a walking corpse.

Time has no meaning to him.

This is the terrible thing about the sea of reincarnation of life and death.

The system was extremely anxious, and even she couldn't wake Yang Xiao's up. Although with her ability, she could completely rescue Yang Xiaomu from it, but if she couldn't break out of that kind of dead loop, he was no different from the walking dead.

Yang Xiaomu is immersed in his own world, unable to wake up, every time from birth to death, although in an instant, it is a reincarnation, or a hurried moment, or a long hundred years.

For an ordinary person, the divine power seems to have disappeared, just like ordinary people, eating whole grains, birth, old age, sickness and death.

In a trance, Yang Xiaomu found himself on the earth, and like an ordinary person, he forgot to practice, started everything from scratch, learned to read and write, and finally became a knowledgeable professor. In this life, Lu Yan only lived to be thirty-nine years old, but in the end, in a rare earthquake, he was like an ordinary person who died in ruins. Before he died, he could sense the depletion and dissipation of his soul, and felt a special force looking down on him, and his soul was depleted and turned into white bones

This is a real life experience, and he is walking through the ages.

When this short life ended, Yang Xiaomu found that he was born on another ancient star.

Hidden Dragon Continent!

The power of the reincarnation of life and death in the sea, the dream of eternity, not only from the virtual to the real, but also from the past to the present. Yang Xiaomu became a down-and-out scholar in this life, with no clothes and no food, and he was accompanied by books all day long, but he only lived less than thirty years before he died under the knives of robbers.

"Perverted!" Although the system couldn't wake up Yang Xiaomu, it could see his experience, and couldn't help but sigh when he sensed this scene.

Under normal circumstances, ordinary swords would not be able to hurt Yang Xiaomu's holy body at all, but the eternal journey here, the combination of dreams and reality is so close, and it has evolved so real.

When the scholar fell in a pool of blood, Yang Xiaomu recovered and started another life, this time he became an ascetic, ragged, wandering the world, accustomed to the warmth and coldness of the world, seeing the luxury of high-ranking officials and nobles, and also witnessing the hardships of ordinary people.

He had many physical problems after sleeping in the open all day, and he only lived to be fifty-three years old before dying in a plague.

"Can it not be so real?" The system was big for a while. But she suddenly found that although Yang Xiaomu was immersed in his own world and couldn't extricate himself, he was also understanding.

Then, time and space changed, and Yang Xiaomu came to another lower plane.

This is a plane full of killing and iron-blooded, the princes are divided, the wars are continuous, and the people are struggling to survive. He took on the form of a soldier. has repeatedly performed miraculous feats, and at a young age, he has already worshiped the major general.

He has been fighting on the battlefield all his life, but there is no victorious general in the world, and a young man from the enemy side was born. Yang Xiaomu finally died on the battlefield in his fifties, and was pierced through the chest.

In this way, Yang Xiaomu's experience of one life after another has passed hundreds of lifetimes and countless years.

His identity is constantly changing, and he has gone through thousands of years. He has been a beggar, a king, poor, prosperous and rich, and has also been a golden iron horse to conquer the world.

When he saw the rich man on the opposite side who made his fortune from the robbers in the shop on a barren planet, but finally died at the hands of the robbers, Yang Xiaomu's eyes shone like electricity in the firelight in the sky.