Zhang Ling was in a very strange realm. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

It doesn't seem appropriate to say that it is a realm, it is a kind of reincarnation that he can know himself.

Yes, it's reincarnation!

Every time he "dies", he knows everything, remembers everything, and then enters the next "life" again.

He became an ox in his first life, was driven by farmers to plow the fields, and did countless farm work every day, and finally he was sold to the market, where he was bought by a butcher and made beef buns.

In his second life, he became a butterfly, a very beautiful, very beautiful and very rare butterfly -- the Dahua Autumn Butterfly! a rare butterfly that could cultivate, but unfortunately he did not go to the path of cultivation, but was given as a gift by a man to a woman, who loved him so much that she put him in a cage and wrapped him tightly in a black cloth, and then he was suffocated to death!

In the third life, he finally became a man, but a woman, who was beaten by his alcoholic father since he was a child, and when he was twelve years old, his father, who was alcoholic again, did not beat her severely, but stretched out his clutches to him, if it were not for his mother in his first life who forced him to die, I am afraid that his fate would be extremely miserable. But he still did not escape the tragic fate, he was sold by his father to a businessman, who took him as a concubine, and later the business went bankrupt, so he sold him to the Qinglou......

Every time in every life, his fate is very tragic, and that kind of death can be said to be strange, if it is said that being suffocated to death is already ridiculous, then he was choked to death when he drank water, choked to death when eating, and stepped on dog shit when he walked and slipped to death and was thrown to death.

Yes, he still died laughing for a lifetime.

Zhang Ling was a little helpless, he didn't know what kind of death he would encounter in this life, he was tired of it for a long time, every time he woke up in a dark space, as long as he entered a bright place, it was a 'new life', the long cycle became commonplace, and he could only reminisce about how he died to relieve boredom.

Forget it, that's it anyway, there is no concept of time here, Zhang Ling feels that he has been here for a long, long time, so long that he himself feels that he is an immortal god, and it is useless to wait, he has waited many times, but he is bored and continues to go to reincarnation.

That piece of light was very dazzling, and Zhang Ling knew that this time was different from the others, because the more dazzling the light, the more powerful this space was!

He flew swiftly into it, and with a flash of light, he was gone.

In the dark space, the eternal silence was not broken, and after Zhang Ling entered, a cup of tea, perhaps longer, came here with an uninvited guest.

It was Yu Ziyu, she anxiously checked back and forth here, but found nothing, she waited, and had to leave until the last figure faded.

Seeing Yu Ziyu wake up, Zhang Yao hurriedly stepped forward, "How is it, can you find it?"

Yu Ziyu was very tired, her mental power was too exhausted, and she had a headache at this time, but she knew Zhang Yao's urgent mood at this time, so she replied forcefully: "I didn't find him, but I sensed his breath, he should have just left before I went, but I can't find where he went." ”

Zhang Yao's body shook for a moment, and Ji Qingyang, who was behind her, hurriedly supported him and said, "Don't worry, since Ziyu can sense him, it means that he is not in danger yet, don't worry! Ziyu, you have a good rest, don't let your mental power be affected. ”

Yu Ziyu nodded and watched Ji Qingyang help Zhang Ling out of the room.

This is the Thousand Swords Sect, the people on the Hidden Sword Peak have all withdrawn, only Ji Qingyang and Yu Ziyu Zhang Yao are the three of them, occasionally the Hidden Sword Elder will come to check Zhang Yao's body, and then he will leave again.

Zhang Yao has returned to his previous cultivation, and his face is still the same, but his spiritual veins are completely gone, which is shocking.

You must know that there is basically no way to cultivate without a spiritual vein, because without a spiritual vein, you can't sense the Yuan Power of Heaven and Earth, and Zhang Yao was grafting all the spiritual veins for Ji Qingyang at that time, which was more thorough than Zhang Ling's time.

Not only was all the spiritual veins grafted, but her Yuan Li at that time was basically all given to Ji Qingyang, otherwise Ji Qingyang would not recover so quickly, and then Zhang Yao became pregnant, and her body was even worse, in order to give birth to Lechuan, Zhang Yao was almost every day at the cost of consuming her own vitality, which is why she was so old at that time.

But she still doesn't have a spiritual vein in her body, but she can absorb the Yuan Power of Heaven and Earth and cultivate to recover, which is simply a miracle in the cultivation world.

Just like no one knows how Zhang Ling fell into the Valley of Fallen Souls and didn't die, it's also a miracle.

At this time, Zhang Ling rubbed his head and sat up with his body propped up.

He had a big dream.

In the dream, he dreamed that he was no longer an orphan, that he had a father and a sister, and that he knew a girl who liked to wear purple clothes like his sister, what was the girl's name?

Is it called Yuzi language?

"Senior brother, you're awake!" a lilac figure jumped over and looked at the confused Zhang Ling in surprise.

"What is this place?"

Zhang Ling didn't seem to go out in his dream, he had an illusion of reality and illusions, and always felt that what was in the dream was reality, and this reality was like a dream. He reached out and touched the face of the woman in front of him, smooth and smooth, and then saw that the delicate and elegant face quickly spread out a red spot.

"This is your bedroom!Senior brother, what's wrong with you?Did you hurt your head?" The woman touched Zhang Ling's forehead with her hand, and her little face wrinkled, "I'll go find Daddy and show you!"

Without waiting for Zhang Ling to reply, he jumped out.

Like a cute bunny!

Little rabbit, Zhang Ling suddenly remembered Ye Luo in his dream, where did Ye Luo go later? He couldn't remember it clearly.

He got up and drank a glass of water, and his mind slowly focused.

Memories came back to him like a stream of water, and he remembered what was in front of him.

This is the Holy Land of the Heavenly Star, the first holy place of the human race in the Southern Wilderness except for the demon race, and the holy lord is the sea of snow. And he, Zhang Ling, is the first disciple of the Holy Lord, and the woman just now is Xue Qing, the only daughter of Xue Hai.

Originally, as the eldest disciple of the Holy Lord, he was the most qualified to inherit the position of the Holy Lord of the Heavenly Star Holy Land, but there was another person, a person named Wuji, who was the grandson of the previous Holy Lord, and his qualifications were also very good. In order to prevent Zhang Ling from being criticized for becoming the Holy Lord in the future, Xuehai arranged a competition, and whoever wins will become the Holy Lord of the next generation of Heavenly Star Holy Land.

And when he and Wuji competed, it was very dangerous, it was beyond the scope of the competition, although the rules were to the point, but both of them played a real fire, and in the end they used a lose-lose style of play, Zhang Ling won, but it was a miserable victory, his origin was broken, although there is nothing to see now, but there must be great drawbacks in the future.

It seems that the origin of oneself in the dream is also cracked, it seems that it is really a dream day and night!

Zhang Ling shook his head helplessly, he was only ninety-six years old now, and his cultivation had already reached the state of mind of Futu, and he was only one step away from being able to break into the state of compassion, which could be described as a rare genius. Although Wuji is about the same as his cultivation, his age is already two hundred years away, and in this competition, Zhang Ling knows that the master is still optimistic about him.

"Daddy, hurry up and see if the senior brother hurt his head, he asked me where this is in confusion just now!" Xue Qing pulled a middle-aged man in.

The middle-aged man was wearing a slender and well-fitting robe, his expression was not angry and arrogant, his eyes were alienated and indifferent, and only when he saw Xue Qing and Zhang Ling would he show a rare trace of warmth.

"Okay, okay, Daddy knows, you have to let go of Daddy before I can see your senior brother!" Xue Hai patted Xue Qing's little head, and a teasing smile appeared on his face.

Xue Qing's face turned red, and she quickly let go of her hand and lowered her head deeply.

"Master!" Zhang Ling was very respectful when he saw the salute, but he couldn't help but think of the master in his dream, an old man with a white beard, who was silently pampered and strict with him.

"Hmm, how is the injury?" Xue Hai sat down and asked Zhang Ling with a cup of tea.

Zhang Ling bowed his head respectfully and replied, "Go back to Master, it's no longer in the way!"

Xue Hai nodded, looked at him carefully, and saw that his face was still a little pale, so he said: "You have been recuperating from your injuries recently, you don't have to go out, this time the competition between the two of you is really dangerous, if I don't make the last move, even if you can win, you won't live for a month, but Wuji he, alas, that kid, I'm afraid it won't work." ”

"What's wrong with him?" Zhang Ling looked up and looked at the sea of snow in surprise.

Xue Hai shook his head, "He used some secret methods at the last moment, and he injured his body, his spiritual veins collapsed, and his spiritual roots were broken, I don't know if he can survive three months." In the meantime, you don't want to go out. ”

Zhang Ling's heart warmed, knowing that Xue Hai was worried about him. Although Wuji is the grandson of the former Holy Lord, but the former Holy Lord died in the Nameless Mountain, and when he died, Wuji was just a young child, and it was more than two hundred years ago, even so, there are many people who are sincere to the former Holy Lord, and their cultivation is extremely powerful.

This time Zhang Ling and Wuji fought, Zhang Ling was seriously injured, but in the end he would become the holy lord of the Heavenly Star Holy Land, but Wuji could only die alone, presumably some people were not very happy in their hearts, in order to prevent those people and dogs from jumping off the wall in a hurry, Zhang Ling had the best time to honestly recuperate from his injuries during this time.

After thinking about this, Zhang Ling nodded honestly, and Xue Hai saw that he was fine, so he left here.

Seeing Xue Hai leaving, Xue Qing stuck out her tongue at his back, made a cute grimace, jumped to Zhang Ling's side, and circled around Zhang Ling several times with her hands behind her back.

Seeing Xue Qing's cute appearance, Zhang Ling held back the smile in his heart, and asked with a stiff face: "What are you looking at, are you fascinated by the handsomeness of your senior brother again?"

"Poof!" Xue Qing couldn't hold back and laughed, "You're so narcissistic, is it really good?"

"What's so bad? Besides, it's a good character to be honest!" Zhang Ling still had a stiff face, but the words he said were extremely narcissistic.

Xue Qing snorted at him and sat down at the table.

"Senior brother, my father said that on the day you become the Holy Lord, he will hold a marriage ceremony for us. ”

"Really?" Zhang Ling looked at her suddenly, with a smile on his face, "Good thing, double happiness is coming!"

Xue Qing looked at him and learned from him to tighten her face, "How can such a big person still look like a child?

"Naturally, I, Zhang Ling, there is nothing that can't be done!"

He was dressed in plain white clothes, but the words he said were domineering, and the whole person seemed to be shrouded in a layer of aura, like a god in the mortal world, with an irreversible strength!

Xue Qing has never forgotten such a picture, and she has always remembered it until Zhang Ling died.

And at this moment, she blushed when she looked at it.

On the ninth day of the ninth month of September, the new generation of Holy Lords of the Heavenly Star Holy Land ascended the throne, and on the same day, they married the only daughter of the former Holy Lord.

This is a young overlord, ascending to the ranks of the strongest, everyone knows that just half a month ago, Zhang Ling broke through to the state of compassion and became a veritable saint master-level figure!

On the night of the candles in the cave room, Zhang Ling looked at Xue Qing's peerless face, but another face appeared in his mind, that face had a pair of sea blue eyes, flashing with wisdom and strategy, and then a cute smiling face appeared, that smile had two small tiger teeth, and called Zhang Ling, Zhang Ling with tears and a smile.

Xue Qing saw that he was distracted, and stretched out her hand and shook it in front of his eyes.

Zhang Ling grabbed the troublesome Rouyi, turned over and pressed Xue Qing under him.

A blush floated on the girl's delicate face, Zhang Ling swallowed his saliva, noticed a change somewhere in his body, and turned off the light with a wave of his palm.

The beautiful scenery of a good day can not be disappointed!