The scene that happened in front of him really stunned Song Zhong.

Years of hard training on Taiqing Mountain made him very familiar with Qinglian swordsmanship.

What he couldn't imagine was that the man in white in front of him could actually use the sword to refer to the sword and perform the first style of Qinglian swordsmanship, "Walking among Flowers." ”

What's even more exaggerated is that he also claimed that this set of swordsmanship was created by him.

If everything the man said was true, then how terrible would this man's strength be?

"Who are you, and what is the relationship between you and Taiqing Mountain?"

Song Zhong asked the man in white with a hint of vigilance.

At the same time, the obsidian sword in his hand was clenched, and he was ready to attack it at any time.

As a disciple of Taiqing, even if he knows that he is invincible, he will definitely not sit still.

The man in white ignored Song Zhong's words, but changed the sword in his hand. One after another, extremely powerful sword qi fluctuated, coming out of thin air.

Suddenly, the surrounding green lotus, suspended in the space, suddenly merged into a large flower.

The man in white slowly stretched out his palm, and the originally irritable Qinglian was like a good baby in the man's hands.

But Song Zhong could see at a glance that the sword qi in that green lotus had been condensed to the point where it could almost be turned into substance.

He had no doubt that as long as the man in white threw the green lotus towards him at this time, he would only be killed in an instant.

This is not over, the man in white looked down at the green lotus in his hand, and then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Then he gently pressed between his palms and directly crushed the green lotus that contained supreme sword qi.

But then, something strange happened.

Song Zhong saw that the Qinglian, which had been shattered, had returned to its original state in a short period of time.

Even the sword qi fluctuations in it were a little stronger than before.

Qinglian swordsmanship, the first style, walking among the flowers.

Qinglian swordsmanship, the second style, a hundred flowers are one.

Qinglian swordsmanship, the third style, Qinglian Nirvana.

Every time the man pointed at the sword in his hand, he said the name of a swordsmanship.

After the man finished casting, Song Zhong only felt that in the entire octagonal exquisite tower, there was that powerful sword qi everywhere.

"Don't get excited, little one. If I tell you that Taiqing Mountain is actually one of the inheritances I have left behind, I wonder if you can worship under my door? ”

The man in white moved the sword finger in his hand, and then all the green lotuses composed of sword qi around him directly dissipated.

Song Zhong's eyes stared at the man in front of him without blinking, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

If the Taiqing Mountain where he is located is really the inheritance left by the man in front of him, then his identity is about to come out.

Taiqing Patriarch, the originator of the entire Taiqing Mountain. That's an immortal-level existence.

"You, you, how do you prove that what you say is true?"

Song Zhong was a little suspicious and asked the man in white.

"If you hadn't used the Qinglian Sword Technique in the illusion just now, I'm afraid you would have turned into a pile of dry bones by now!"

As the man in white spoke, a brilliant diamond mark appeared in the center of his eyebrows.

The imprint bearer had no supreme rhyme, and Song Zhong felt a little dizzy just by looking at it.

"Diamond-level Onmyoji?"

Song Zhong couldn't help but gasp, at this time he had gradually believed the words of the man in front of him.

Because as a diamond-level onmyoji, there is no reason to deceive yourself at all.

"Tell me, little one, would you like to be my heir?"

The man in white kept staring at Song Zhong, as if he was looking at a piece of beautiful jade waiting to be polished.

"Taiqing disciple Song Zhong, meet Master Zu......"

After thinking for a moment, Song Zhonglie suddenly bowed to the man in white and said.

When the man heard this, he nodded with some relief.

Then he waved his hand, and Song Zhong's figure disappeared again.

"Little guy, the most important thing in the cultivation of the Onmyoji is the cultivation above the state of mind. Remember, the creation that the teacher has given you today is called, the ...... of reincarnation for a hundred lifetimes."

The voice of the man in white kept echoing in Song Zhong's ears.

And Song Zhong also felt that his body seemed to be in a certain space, constantly shuttling.

It wasn't long before he found himself in a bazaar.

And in front of him, there was a stall selling stinky tofu.

"Old fellow, the money you gave me in the morning, I lost it all just now. Hurry up, give me all the money you earned today. ”

At this time, Song Zhong found a man's immature voice behind him.

So he looked back, and found a young man about sixteen or seventeen years old, who looked exactly like himself, holding out his hand to ask for money.

Although the young man's attitude towards him was very unkind, Song Zhong clearly felt that when he looked at him, he actually had a feeling of blood connection.

The people in the surrounding bazaars pointed at Song Zhong and the others, and kept sighing.

From their conversation, Song Zhong also learned that the young man in front of him, who was like a debt collector and asked for money, was none other than his own son.

Song Zhong still remembered in his mind at this time that the man in white said that the name given to him was Hundred Generations of Reincarnation.

Now it seems that I am afraid that I am already in reincarnation.

At this time, he was just an ordinary person with no mana.

Although he was angry in his heart, he didn't know what to do.

In order to experience the various states of life, Song Zhong had no choice but to turn over the money box and put the money he had earned with great difficulty into the hands of the young man in front of him.

Sure enough, after the young man's money, he walked away with a smile.

And what he ushered in was a burst of sighs.

And so it goes, day after day, year after year.

Song Zhong kept selling fried stinky tofu, and his son kept asking him for money.

He finally fell ill, and before he left this world, he vaguely saw his son rummaging through his gambling posture at home.

When Song Zhong opened his eyes again, he found himself on top of the Golden Luan Palace.

And he was dressed in a dragon robe. The surrounding civil and military officials bowed to him, and a sense of arrogance appeared on his face.

In this life, he reigned over the world, expanded his territory, and became a king of celebrities through the ages.

But even if he is a king, so what, after a hundred years, he will still run out of life, and finally return to dust.

When he opened his eyes, he turned into a famous prostitute.

Play the piano and sing music every day. For the sake of money, they borrowed all kinds of dignitaries and nobles......

In this way, life after life passed.

Song Jong experienced death after death. He gradually lost himself in the illusion.

He had long forgotten the existence of "Hundred Generations of Reincarnation", but was naturally immersed in it.

I don't know how long it took, Song Zhong's eyes slowly opened.

He found himself still in the octagonal tower, and in front of him stood the man in white.

"Kid, are you awake?"

At this time, the man in white looked very weak.

Even his body was a little looming.

"En......"

Song Zhong was a little confused and nodded at the man in white.

Seeing this, the man in white smiled with some relief.

For so many years, Song Zhong is the first person who has not become a fool after experiencing the "reincarnation of a hundred generations".

"This is the Qinglian swordsmanship, and it is also the swordsmanship that this seat relies on to become famous. From now on, you will be the heir of my Qinglian Sword Immortal......"

The man in white said to Song Zhong with a smile, and after speaking, he handed his brother Song Zhong a booklet.

Song Zhong subconsciously took the booklet handed to him by Qinglian Sword Immortal, and then sat down cross-legged and entered the pranayama.

At this time, the mana fluctuations around Song Zhong's body continued to intensify, and even around his body, a gentle breeze continued to blow.

The booklet handed to Song Zhong by the man in white was inadvertently blown open.

I saw two big characters written at the bottom of the page, "Li Bai"

At this time, Song Zhong had already devoted himself to cultivation.

What he didn't know was that outside the Octagonal Exquisite Tower at this time, the pot had exploded.

The real people of the Taiqing Taoist Temple gathered together and formed a confrontation with the people and horses of the ghost capital outside the octagonal Linglong Tower.

Among them, the Lingchen Daoist was holding the "Taiyi Dust", and behind him, there was also standing Xun You, who had recovered from his injuries.

Huo Tianxing, the master of the ghost capital, sits on the throne of the king, and is not afraid of everything around him.

Behind him were a group of ghost protectors who had reached the platinum level, and the red-clothed ghost guards who sat down were all waiting for them.

"Huo Tianxing, if my disciple Zhong'er has an accident, then don't blame this seat for washing the ghost capital with blood today."

Ever since the Lingchen Daoist knew that Song Zhong had been forced into the Octagonal Linglong Pagoda, he was already on the verge of a violent change.

He knew the strangeness of this pagoda, and even if he went in himself, he might not be able to get out unharmed.

"Hmph, if it weren't for the rebirth of the Great Demon in Beichuan. Now you have been buried in the ghost capital. ”

When Huo Tianxing looked at Lingchen, he couldn't help but let out a cold snort.

There was no hint of flinching in his words.

It's just that what everyone doesn't know is that at this time, Qin Tianzheng is hiding in a dark corner with Bai Jiahui, who is imprisoned. Just quietly, observing everything that was happening in front of me.

(End of chapter)