Chen Changsheng suddenly woke up.

His gaze suddenly turned to the mansion.

"So ......"

"Did she practice the Sutra of Past Lives?"

Chen Changsheng opened it and continued to read it.

The more he looked at it, the more frightened he felt, the methods and Tao rhymes described in this "Sutra of Past Lives" are all traces to follow, not unreasonable and utopian.

So......

It's also true that the memory of the past is reincarnated!!

"Born and resurrected, resurrected from the dead, not the death of the body, but the death of the memory of God."

Chen Changsheng frowned tightly and turned to the next page, but the content behind made Chen Changsheng a little suspicious.

"Imperfect ......"

There was nothing wrong with the first half, but by the second half, it was a bit messy.

Especially in the paragraph about cause and effect and antecedents, although there is a reason, it does not explain the basic method.

In this way, the whole story is a half-finished product.

But even though it is half a percent, it doesn't mean that there is no way to escape the path of reincarnation through this method, but it just says that it ......

There is a certain probability!

Memories of past lives can also dissipate by mistake.

"I really dare to think and dare to do."

But it would not be easy to die.

It is not easy to write this "Sutra of Past Lives", maybe hundreds of years, thousands of years, to perfect it to such a point.

When he reached the end of the page, Chen Changsheng also saw a line of handwriting.

[Fifty avenues, forty-nine Tianyan, one of the people escapes, this line of opportunity is really hard to find, the incomplete one in ten thousand, after all, it is difficult to make up, I don't know if there will be another fate in the next life. 】

【Yuxuan left in the fourth world】

Chen Changsheng frowned, thinking in his heart.

If this is the case, this "Sutra of Death" should not be perfect.

That being the case, how did she dare to be reincarnated through this imperfect rebirth?

"Aren't you afraid of making mistakes?"

"Could it be that there is a backhand?"

Chen Changsheng frowned, he looked at the Sutra of Death in his hand, and suddenly had a thought in his heart that he wanted to give it a try.

The mayfly curses, and it also dies.

That is......

If he wakes up the next time through this Sutra of Death, what will be the result?

Chen Changsheng took a closer look at the "Sutra of Past Lives", except for the few words left in the last line, there was no more useful information.

"Then is she in the Great Dao of Reincarnation now, or has she already appeared in the mortal world?"

Chen Changsheng looked down at the book of "The Book of Past Lives", and after thinking about it, he put it away.

If that's the case, then it makes sense.

Yuxuan nine thousand years ago, and the Yuxuan seen in the Black Tower, should be the same person.

Chen Changsheng raised his hand and tried to calculate it, but in the end he didn't calculate anything.

In fact, he had long expected this to be the result.

He and Yuxuan should have an indescribable fate, but now he has forgotten everything......

Chen Changsheng sighed lightly and muttered, "If it were her, she should be able to solve all my doubts." ”

Chen Changsheng glanced back at the mansion behind him, and then took a step and left here.

"Boom ......"

The stone door closed again, and the handwriting on it appeared in front of Chen Changsheng's eyes.

One to the end, life and death, and the thirty-three, all have an inexplicable relationship with him.

Chen Changsheng was already accustomed to this kind of fruitless thing.

The old dragon king explained that he was on the road, but along the way, he did find some traces, but there were also more problems.

But fortunately, this time it was not in vain.

Chen Changsheng turned around and left here, and after he left, the mud and sand in the ravine once again covered the stone gate, and there was no trace of it.

After coming out of the barren sea.

His eyes were fixed on the high wall.

After a long silence, I didn't see anything different.

Chen Changsheng shook his head, and then summoned the Listening Rain Sword.

"Listen to the rain."

He didn't plan to go back there, but instead wanted to go somewhere else and ask.

Someone will always know about these things.

The fairy sword pierced the sky and traveled to the southeast.

The barren sea river swept in front of him, and the barren sea suddenly set off huge waves and strong winds.

Chen Changsheng just glanced at it, and said with an edict in his mouth.

"Wind and thunder avoidance."

As the edict fell, the wind and waves blowing in front of him avoided him, and the thunder above him did not hurt him in the slightest.

About the end of the night's journey.

Chen Changsheng raised his head, only to see a flying boat rowing past his eyes.

"Flying boats?"

He looked intently, and saw that there were many people gathered on the flying boat, all of them monks.

At the same time, the man on the flying boat also saw the man of the sword.

"How did this man get here?"

"Who?"

"Look over there."

A few glances looked out of the flying boat.

I saw in the distance that there was a gentleman in a green shirt standing on top of the fairy sword with his hands on his back.

"Shouldn't it be ......?"

"Edgeworth, right?"

Everyone was shocked, knowing that they were now in a barren sea.

"I'm afraid it's a senior!"

An old man muttered, thought for a while, and said, "Why don't you ask this senior to come on the boat for a while?" ”

"Good."

"I think so."

Chen Changsheng originally didn't plan to go to the flying boat to take a look, but just as he was staggering, he saw a voice coming from the boat.

"Can you go on the boat and talk about it?"

Chen Changsheng raised his eyes and saw an old man with gray hair standing at the bow of the boat, who was wearing a red robe, as if he was in a respected position.

Chen Changsheng thought for a moment and replied, "Chen Mou bothered. ”

After getting on the flying boat, Chen Changsheng saw the red-robed old man walking over.

The red-robed old man arched his hand and said, "Lingyue Immortal Island He Chongyang, I have seen Taoist friends." ”

Chen Changsheng replied: "Chen is just a casual cultivator, and the Taoist friend is polite." ”

He Chongyang glanced at Chen Changsheng, and saw that he had no strength on his body, let alone no rhyme, and he couldn't help but be shocked in his heart.

Even he can't see that this person is probably quite profound.

"Daoyou, but you're here with Edgeworth?" He Chongyang asked.

"Yes, from the world." Chen Changsheng said.

He Chongyang was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and asked, "Coming here from the Human Sword?" ”

Chen Changsheng nodded and said, "But what's wrong?" ”

He Chongyang opened his mouth, and he couldn't believe it for a while.

And a few people on the side also heard this.

Someone questioned: "Daoyou's words are a bit big, people are tens of thousands of miles apart, not to mention whether there is this mana, the soles of these feet are barren seas, the sky above the barren sea is changeable, there are many big demons, and if you are not careful, you will die without a place to be buried." ”

"This is reasonable, the mortal sword is here, such a journey, even the most powerful monk can hardly guarantee that the mana is enough."

The people on the side all nodded in agreement, and kept talking.

Chen Changsheng was not displeased by this, but just smiled and replied: "When I see a desert island occasionally, I will also take a rest, and I will naturally come." ”

He Chongyang heard the people around him talk like this, and then said: "If Daoist friends can come here, it must be a deep Tao, but He Mou wants to ask you, and whether he comes from the mortal world or not, He Mou can borrow you a fairy sword, but anyone dares to try to start from this place, where can you fly farthest?" ”

As soon as He Chongyang's words came out, the few people who spoke up just now immediately stopped talking.

His eyes swept over one by one, and no one did not turn their heads, and the others did not want to join in the excitement and walked to the side.

He Chongyang looked at this scene and muttered: "At this time, I was dumb again." ”

He Chongyang travels all year round, how can he not understand the route of this barren sea.

Within a radius of 10,000 miles, let alone a desert island, there is not even a place to stay.

If this Taoist friend can come here, he must have a great way.