"More than one more life?"

Blood fluttered in front of him, and Thirteen Lang was silent for a long time, making it difficult to make a decision immediately. He is not afraid of the Lin Ancestor's manipulation, but he can't help but think deeply: Is there a shadow of Nirvana behind this so-called lead.

Don't dare to act rashly, Thirteen Lang first tried to seal it, leaving it for later study slowly;

It can't be blocked.

After a little hesitation, Thirteen Lang vacated a space ring and tried to screw it in and put it alone. The probe grabbed lightly, and the bloodshot was obviously held in the palm of his hand, without the slightest feeling.

That kind of situation is really weird, whether it is soft or rigid or cold or hot or even explosive, Thirteen Lang is prepared in his heart, but it exists and does not seem to exist, and it does not even have the most basic touch. It is necessary to know that the five senses and six senses of the cultivator are beyond imagination, even the air soul can detect it, and the thirteen langs are deeply cultivated, and they are fully qualified to say such words: If it exists, it can be obtained!

The bloodshot is not like this, you can see it, you can feel it, but you can't touch it.

If you can't touch it, can you put it away? Thirteen Lang lifted it lightly and didn't move; he added three points of force to try again, but he didn't move; he grabbed it with seven points of force, and the blood was still like a giant peak taking root, and he refused to move at all.

Don't try again, that feeling is not something that can be described by carrying a mountain, but grabbing the whole shijie!

"The power of the law! Immortal!" Thirteen Lang realized, and at the same time was taken aback

Pull the opportunity to die, there are indeed such rumors in the cultivation realm.

The immortality mentioned in the cultivation realm usually refers to its endless lifespan, rather than absolute inability to die. Far from it. Existences like Nirzu, Golden Crow, and Quadruple can basically be regarded as immortal. It's not the same as being beheaded and suppressed. If you think about it a little, you can understand that you can control the true spirit to such a point. It's hard to imagine that the man couldn't kill them;

For example, it is said that the judges of the underworld are immortal and powerful, and they can be called immortal. However, in the underworld, there are sometimes giant demons who try to get involved in the way of yin and yang, and the judge, as a guardian, has the basic duty of maintaining the stability of yin and yang, and the most hated is often fighting with those monsters, of course, there are times when they are killed by the other party.

This is normal. If the judge is really immortal, the underworld must be peaceful and become the most beautiful haode in each interface.

In a word, there is a way to die without dying, which is the highest law of heaven.

This is not the case with the emissary.

It is said that the messengers who are in charge of the reincarnation of the Great Realm, their bodies can die, their souls are immortal, and they can awaken after thousands of eons, and the reason is not because of how great their supernatural powers are and how high their realms are, but because they have too many lives. There are so many that you can't die anymore.

It can make living beings freely change their physical form, and the messenger must first make himself able to turn into all things, and the change here is not a magic illusion, nor is it a transformation like the transformation of a demon beast. Rather, it truly becomes another kind of spiritual "thing".

Without reincarnation, a person can truly become a sheep, and a sheep can truly become a tree. Trees become fish, and fish become fire, as long as they exist. Everything can change.

The way of change, strictly speaking, is hardly supernatural. It doesn't mean that the strength increases, but it has one thing that makes the monks crazy, which can be called a function: life!

One change is a life, and ten thousand changes can die ten thousand times, and not one less.

Like the Lin Ancestor? Of course not.

What is the real life? When you die, you die, and you have nothing to do with yourself. For example, if the Lin Clan Ancestor is really the messenger of the opportunity, he is equivalent to the overlap of countless Lin Clan Ancestors, and death has no effect on his strength except for reducing his change by one weight. This is equivalent to the fact that the most terrifying way of fighting for the emissary is to self-destruct, transform into a self-explosion once, and then resurrect with full blood and continue to self-destruct

Who can afford to fight like this!

Not only that, but if a real messenger dies and still does not live when a real strong enemy buries his life, he will turn into an imperceptible thought, or will, after death. With this will, he will automatically look for a successor in Daqian Shijie, and after thousands of years, he will be resurrected and restore his previous identity. Life is for it only a necessary shell, the essence of which is neither man nor beast, but the form of the law itself!

The law is the law, and it is also the root of the realm, and the most basic law can also be regarded as a boundary;

There is also a rumor about the immortality of the opportunity, because it is too against the sky, even the way of heaven cannot but be afraid of it, and the rules are formulated while sealing the mandate of heaven, and the cultivation of the envoy will never be too high.

It is impossible to know exactly how, but there is one thing that can be verified, if a monk has the opportunity to cultivate the path of true change, he can indeed increase his life.

One change and one life, it won't be much, but it will definitely not be discounted

"Lead, change, become?"

It is possible to get such a creation, even with the characterization of Thirteen Lang, I can't help but be moved and shocked. The ancestor of the Lin family abandoned Shijie, and at the same time was abandoned by Shijie, it is hard to imagine that he can cultivate such "supernatural powers" with his own ability. However, there are two sides to the matter, except for the factor of people's death and good words, since the ancestor of the Lin family can give up everything, he must indeed have verified and studied in thousands of ways to confirm that he has touched the truth.

The hustle and bustle around him was hard to hear, and Shisanlang condensed his divine thoughts, and saw the bloodshot from head to toe, and then from foot to head, repeatedly thinking about trying to find some signs to think about. The ancestor of the Lin family left too fast, and he didn't have time to explain how to stay "left", and Thirteen Lang didn't know how to do it at all. Of course, it is more likely that he doesn't know it himself, and he can't talk about it if he wants to.

I can't seal it and can't twist it, and Thirteen Lang tries something else. Wind, fire, thunder, sword, and demons were all used one by one, and at first they were worried that they would be harmed and they didn't dare to make a heavy hand, but then they looked at the bloodshot indifferent look and were a little angry, so they simply used all their strength. For a while, there was a roar in the deep pit where there were no enemies, and those who couldn't see it might think that Thirteen Lang was facing a great enemy of life and death, and he was fighting fiercely with it.

The result is still the same, no matter how hard Thirteen Lang tries, the bloodshot indifference is still the same, and the insipidity is still the same, just like a long eye looking at Thirteen Lang, making a silent mockery.

"Huh!" "After working for a long time without any results, Thirteen Lang was a little annoyed and discouraged; his companions and his family were fighting with the enemy, and the little ones and the big gray were not sure to be injured, and they were hiding here and tossing blindly?

"Ignore me, you can go. ”

Bloodshot couldn't understand it, and he wouldn't pay attention to it if he did.

"If you don't go, I'll go. Thirteen Lang tried to move, thinking to himself that it would be good if it could come along, and everyone slowly figured out a way together.

The blood streaks did not move, but as the distance between them and Thirteen Lang was lengthened, there seemed to be signs of dissolving and dissipating.

"There's a door!"

Thirteen Lang's expression moved slightly, and he said at the same time: "I'm leaving, I'm leaving, I'm really leaving!"

The speed of the dissipation of the blood was accelerated, and Thirteen Lang was reluctant to give up like this, so he raised his leg and returned to the same place.

The prodigal son's return could not move the blood, it did not continue to dissipate, the part that had dissipated before could not be recovered, the whole looked thinner, and the color became much darker.

Angry enough to make it like this, Thirteen Lang felt distressed and regretted at the same time, wishing that he would go back in time and return sooner, and in desperation, he forced himself to concentrate and start thinking from the beginning.

The battle outside was indeed fierce, but Ran Shisanlang knew in his heart that the strength of the people plus the ant colony and the ghost army, which had greatly increased in strength after gnawing on the ghost lingzhi, could support it for a period of time no matter what. If not, no matter how precious the blood is, you can only give up and run for your life.

"Do you want Niuniu to come and have a look?"

The idea was given up by Thirteen Lang after a little turn, although he was not a god, but he knew that the so-called rules of the god's comprehension were actually very limited, just like a pot of soup just smelled the smell, and it was thousands of miles away from really cooking and tasting it. Besides, there are also classifications of rules, and the time for which they have been in contact with the orthodox path is very short, and at best they have some spatial comprehension, which is completely out of line with this kind of thing that involves reincarnation.

"I know more than Niuniu, because there is a way of life and death. ”

Unable to see the fame, thinking about things in his heart, Thirteen Lang couldn't help but have another thought in his mind: "Could it be that the old ghost Lin is worried that I will not treat the Lin family brothers and sisters well, and deliberately left such a thing as a gesture?"

It cannot be said that it is absolutely impossible. The ancestor of the Lin family dared to do this for his own reasons, first of all, death cannot be verified, and secondly, the change lies in comprehension, comprehension This kind of thing has always been ethereal, but a day can be ten thousand years, and no one can complain about it. The ancestor of the Lin family was blackmailed too hard before, and later in a big war, even the space magic weapon was destroyed, and he turned from a rich man to a beggar in an instant;

Reasonable inference, Thirteen Lang flashed in his mind, and quickly threw it away again. It's not that he believes in the character of the old ghost of the Lin family, but because Shisanlang believes that the ancestor of the Lin family believes in himself, and there is no need to worry about this matter when he is dying.

"So it's true?"

The mood was unconsciously a little agitated, and Thirteen Lang thought about it, and unconsciously used the law in his eyes and opened his eyes

Open a long-handed Celestial Eye.

Between the eyebrows, a star-shaped vortex flows slowly, as deep as the unfathomable sky. What is different from the past is that at this moment, a black dot faintly appeared in the star vortex, like an invisible hole hidden in the vastness, and like an eyeball.

It's an eyeball, and it moves.

Somehow, the eyeball quickly turned from the tip of the needle into a little ink, then into a ball, a leaf, until it burst out of the center of the eyebrow and turned into a needle with tentacles!

Behind the needle is the eye, and the tip of the needle is split into a silk net, and the line of three feet becomes a barrel tube, which shoots straight towards the blood thread. At the same time, Bloodshot let out a hiss that he had never heard before, and threw himself into his arms with full joy, and the tired bird returned to its nest.

With a whoosh, the eye needle popped out and quickly retracted, coming and going like a bird pecking through a tree, and by the time Jusan Lang came to his senses and realized what had happened, everything was over

(To be continued......)