The cultivation world, the Lethe River.

Li Changsheng came to his senses, and this time it only took a few minutes. Moro's illusion is indeed superb, and it has reached the point where refining the fake comes true, but after all, it can't get rid of the word illusion.

For him, thousands of years are just a fleeting moment, and everything is just a patchwork of pictures from memory.

Only the real circulating world will have years.

"Brother Li."

A brisk voice came from beside him, and an illusory figure stood beside him. Wearing a snow-white robe, his eyebrows were cold, and the corners of his mouth were smiling, leaning forward slightly.

That year, she was in her prime, and her swordsmanship was mysterious.

It's just a fleeting illusion, but with a bit of reality.

"I'm looking for you this time."

Li Changsheng whispered a word and continued to walk forward, more and more remains gathered in front of him, and countless demons and monsters rushed like sharks smelling fish.

After walking two thousand miles, Li Changsheng stopped, and he looked up into the distance.

The keel was in the air, swallowing half of the sky, and his dark eyes stared at Li Changsheng. The keel is the pillar, the dragon head is the beam, and the book is full of gods.

The door is 300 zhang high and 200 zhang wide, and the two of them together are no more than 4 meters tall and stand here like ants.

The woman in the Taoist robe looked at the Yang Pass, and said in a cold voice: "Brother Li, that Mo Luo said that the front is the Yang Pass, the Yang Pass, the Yang Pass, and only those who are close to Yang Shou can enter." ”

"Go back, I'm just an illusion. If the soul of a monk returns to heaven and earth, if there are no three souls and six spirits, even if there is reincarnation, what will happen? ”

She was fictitious by Mo Luo based on Li Changsheng's memory, she was not the world-shaking Snow Night Sword Immortal, just Li Changsheng's memory.

But she is not limited to anyone and looks like a real person.

Li Changsheng replied: "I have searched all over the world, and I have heard such a saying. After death, the great supernatural will turn into Zhou Tian Xingchen, and be with heaven and earth, which is to enter the Tao. ”

"I also heard Buddhism say that the great supernatural beings are with heaven and earth, and when the Tao is completed, the laws of heaven and earth will be transformed. If you can find the method of reincarnation, it is not a lie. ”

The woman tilted her head slightly, and asked: "It's just a one-sided statement, Brother Li, do you believe it yourself?" ”

"I'll confirm the truth and falsehood, if I don't dare to try, why did I bother to come here?"

Li Changsheng walked towards the Duyang Pass, and the towering Duyang Pass trembled slightly, and the breath comparable to the Transformation Stage fell from the sky. It was mixed with the breath of the Heavenly Dao, and the ghostly light of the dragon's head rose sharply, and the emotionless voice fell.

"Retreat!"

The battle between Lei Guang and the ancient dragon lasted for three months, and finally Li Changsheng crushed the last keel and stepped into a place that no living person had ever set foot on for thousands of years.

Behind the door, there is a sea of scarlet flowers on the other side, and you can't see the end at a glance.

This is another Jedi, I don't know which of the remains of the great supernatural powers, just a glance evokes thousands of emotions. There is never a shortage of demons and monsters in Lethe, and the real danger is always those things that cannot be seen or touched.

Suddenly, the petals flew up, and countless figures rolled up again. They were in their prime, dressed in similar clothes, with swords in their hands, and their hearts were soaring.

The last generation of Sword Sect disciples.

"Meet the Sword Master, please turn back."

Li Changsheng ignored it and continued to walk forward, but there was a large group of phantoms behind him, and they followed quietly behind him. Neither will attack Li Changsheng, nor will he help Li Changsheng deal with those unself-aware ghosts, and even sometimes need protection.

This is a bunch of burdens, and if you leave them alone, it will be faster and the fighting method will be easier.

But Li Changsheng didn't, so he was so stunned and took this group of phantoms and headed towards the depths of Huangquan.

Three thousand miles, finally see the Yellow Spring.

The ancient city of loess is buried in a sea of flowers on the other side, and the dilapidated gates are ajar, revealing a hollow inside that is used to worship various gods.

The fruits and vegetables and incense on the altar were long gone, and the idol did not know where to go.

Desolate to the extreme.

Moro reappeared, the aura on his body was extremely weak, and he looked like he had run out of oil. But the human form he transformed into was unusually happy, looking at Li Changsheng with an almost mocking expression.

He said: "Li Changsheng, my method can be practiced to become true, if you worship me as a teacher, I can pass it on." Then you will be able to keep these people with you, your friends, your wives, your teachers."

"What is false is false after all." Li Changsheng shook his head and said, "If you have a real way to resurrect the dead, I would like to worship you as a teacher." ”

"Oh, where the resurrection of the dead comes from in the world, it's just a lie to you idiots."

Moro's voice grew weaker and weaker, a self-deprecating smile appeared on his face, and then he bowed slightly.

"I am defeated, I am very relieved to meet a strong man like you before life and death disappear! These remnant souls are my gift of defeat, and if they really come back to life, they may be useful. ”

With that, Moro vanished, and the last trace of consciousness returned to heaven and earth.

The heavens and the earth shook slightly, and there was another star above Zhou Tian.

Li Changsheng walked into the ancient city, searched every corner, and did not see a way to come back to life. Then he found a place that was imprisoned by the Heavenly Dao, and there were three wells at the door called this life, the previous life, and the next life.

He looks at this life, sees clear water, sees cultivation, sees the Sword Sect, and sees himself. The years of 2000, the people and things of 2000 years, finally only survived in this well.

He looks at the past life and the next life, the well water withers, and he does not see the past life and the next life.

The reincarnation of heaven is not there, and no one is young.

Death is the most equal destination for all beings.

Li Changsheng thought that this should be the place used for reincarnation, so he spent decades breaking the confinement and stepping into it under the body of thousands of heavenly tribulations. There sat a dry skeleton, with a dry bone coil in the center, its head bowed.

Honorific Name [Yuan]

Just by glancing at Li Changsheng, such a thought came to my heart. The aura emanating from the dry bones made Li Changsheng feel a little chill, I don't know how many years he has existed, and he still has such a powerful aura after death.

If he could destroy a dry bone with one hand now, but now he is just a dry bone, and if this person is still alive, what kind of power will it be?

I'm not as good as him now.

Li Changsheng thought so, and then saw a line of words next to the dry bones, right next to his fingers hanging on the ground, obviously written by him.

[There is no reincarnation, don't force it]

There is no reincarnation in the end.

Li Changsheng sat at the door of the Hall of Reincarnation unconsciously, and he sat quietly like this, so the phantoms of the people also quietly accompanied him. A woman in a snow-white robe leaned against him, without much words and not knowing what to say.

They are just phantoms, just remnant souls with some memories, and they don't even have anything to do with Li Changsheng's deceased.

Just let time pass like this, and I don't know how long it took for a Sword Sect disciple to stand up.

Handsome, thick eyebrows and big eyes, Yu Wu'an. The champion martial artist who fought with demons for three months, shed blood for thousands of miles without dying, and finally saved the people from fire and water, and the Wu Dynasty took him as his name.

He came to Li Changsheng, and the little remaining spirituality flashed in his eyes. Holding the hilt of the sword with both hands facing downward, he arched his hands and bowed deeply.

If it were the real him, he would have said this, he should have done this.

"Sword Master, look back, we are dead, and it is not worth your pursuit."

After that, he killed his remnant soul and turned into a little starlight.

Immediately after that, the second person stood up, Yu Nannan, he remembered that she was a very lively girl.

"Sword master, Nan Nan will go first, you take care of your body and eat well, you can't drink too much wine."

"Sword Master, I hope you will become enlightened."

"Sword master, in the past, he joked about the afterlife, but now he is in front of him, and he wants to leave."

One by one, as if they had really come to life, they came to Li Changsheng to say goodbye. They should only have short-term memories, they should not have feelings, and they should all be illusory.

If it's a phantom, why do you want to commit suicide? Why wake up when it's a dream?

Li Changsheng's indifferent eyes gradually melted, and when he came back to his senses, everyone was gone.

A snow-white figure left his side, stood in front of him, raised his hand and flew into his hand with a simple and unpretentious ancient sword from thousands of miles away.

"Brother Li, do I still remember a swordsmanship that Xue Ye taught you?"

"He Jian?"

"Mandarin Duck Sword."

The woman danced with the heavenly sword, graceful like a dragon, fluttering like a shocking Hong, showing the softness of the woman and the sharpness of the sword intent.

Mandarin Duck Sword is a combined fencing technique that requires a man and a woman to perform. It is not a supreme swordsmanship, but its reputation has spread all over the world and is well known by most people.

Because of the word mandarin duck, it is mostly used for flirting between Taoist couples.

Li Changsheng and Dongyun Shu have never used it, because they have never flirted with each other, and there has never been too much ambiguity. It's just a simple discussion of swordsmanship and Taoism, and a simple trip around the world together.

They have learned the Mandarin Duck Sword, but it is basically used to discuss the Tao, and they will not discuss it after one time.

After the sword dance, the woman smiled like a flower and said, "Brother Li, I am not her, but with the sword intent that belongs to her in this heavenly sword, I can be her." ”

"I may have a little affection for Brother Li, I'm sorry, I'm not pure."

"Brother Li's ambition should be like the Taojiang River, running east to the sea, why bother to wait for me to wait for a handful of loess."

In other words, self-determination of life, all feelings are not worth the word life and death.

The breeze blowing from nowhere blew away the starlight that the old man had turned into stars and drifted to the sky, leaving only a heavenly sword to the ground silently.

There was a slight tightness in the chest, followed by a pain in the heart. Li Changsheng kept opening his mouth wide and wanted to spit out the steel needles in his chest, but he couldn't spit them out after all, they pierced his lungs with his breath like this.

Every breath is mixed with a blade, cutting people's hearts like knives.

Moro, you beat me once.

It's really ironic, I can't hurt me by trying all kinds of means, but the kind gift before dying has become the sharpest three-foot water and broken sword head.

"You've become like this."

A familiar figure walked out of the Heavenly Sword, He Kun looked at Li Changsheng, who was almost crazy, and raised his hand and slashed at his head with a sword. This sword seemed to split the chaos and opened a hole for Li Changsheng.

A way to break free from the demons.

"Brother Li, I expected this day, so I left a hand in the Heavenly Sword. This is just a picture of me, do you think I'm alive? Or have you started to cry bitterly? It's a pity that I can't see it, if I want to cry, find a place where no one is, it's not a shame to cry. ”

"You're so self-conscious, I'll go."

"Elder He, goodbye."

Li Changsheng nodded slightly, and the smile outlined on the corner of his mouth was so gentle, mixed with helplessness and bitterness, and finally turned into relief.

Seeing through life and death, the state of mind of the immortal, becomes also.

The wind and clouds were surging, and the Taoist picked up the heavenly sword and began to go against the current, returning to the mundane.

The mountains and rivers of Kyushu are green, and thousands of miles are blank.

Li Changsheng stood above the clouds, overlooking the land where there was no one left, and suddenly felt that it was not as cold as before.

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Modern, Lethe River.

Li Yi and his entourage walked 2,000 miles to the end, and on the way, the old man found his lair and took back part of the family property.

In this way, they further established that the revival of heaven and earth is essentially the transfer of things in the spiritual world to the modern age, in an unknown way.

It only took them two days to come to the end of Lethe, cross the sea of flowers on the other side, and see a quaint ancient city.

There were two stone statues standing at the gate of the ancient city, the gate was closed, and when they walked to the gate, the stone statue opened its eyes.

The sound is as thick as a bell.

"Who is coming?" 】

"Li Yi, visit this place again and ask if there is a reincarnation?"

Li Yi bowed his hand slightly, his posture did not have any arrogance, and he was humble but not humble.

The stone statue stared at the person in front of him, and its magical powers couldn't see through the other party, and he couldn't help but slow down his voice and said: [There is a reincarnation in Huangquan City, but my master has not seen a guest for the time being. 】

Master?

The old man and Qiong Yu keenly grasped this, and a little awe appeared in their eyes.

The owner of Huangquan City at the end of Lethe River controls the cycle of life and death, what kind of existence is this? I'm afraid it's the same as the immortals, it's an existence beyond common sense.

The living sages of the ancients.

"It's the Holy King." Qiong Yu whispered in Li Yi's ear, "I heard a sister say that the saint is the honorific title of the strong, and the saint king is equivalent to the immortal in the immortal era. If you control a place of law, you are a holy king. ”

The land of Lechuan and Yellow Springs is obviously the land of law, which has an effect beyond common sense, attracting countless strong people to compete for it.

"Is the Holy King strong?" Li Yi was a little interested, and he remembered the dry bone that was sitting in the reincarnation hall before.

"Very strong, very, very strong."

Qiong Yu opened her arms as if to describe how powerful the Saint King was, but unfortunately her small short finger-length hands were not so powerful.

"When I entered the heavens at my peak, I was already the best among the saints, but I had no power to fight back against the powerhouses of the saint king level."

She was shot to death by an unknown holy king, and at that time, for some reason, the heavens and the earth were suddenly in chaos, and all the strong were fighting each other. And Qiong Yu belongs to the side of the Heavenly Dao, the specific situation is not clear, only that the world is full of enemies of the Heavenly Dao.

"It's kind of interesting."

Li Yi made a slight comparison, he had seen Qiong Yu's Tongtian pupil, which was considered a top-level supernatural power.

It's at least Xiao Qi's level when it really fights, so that a god can have no power to fight back, at least he has 3,000 years of skill. Of course, it's not clear about the actual fighting ability, after all, you have too many means, and the other party may not have as many as you.

At least 3,000 years of skill, can you stop me from two punches?

Thinking of this, Li Yi looked up at this ancient city, with a rare trace of war intent in his eyes. In an instant, the sleeping existence in the ancient city suddenly woke up, and the whole person was already wet with sweat.

Fortunately, this chill came and went quickly.

"Since it's inconvenient, I'll visit you later."

Li Yibin politely said goodbye, although he was very interested in the existence inside, there was no need to demolish other people's homes for no reason.

In terms of reincarnation, he now has the ability to seal.

The law exists in heaven and earth, and is not the property of others, but there are people who can completely control it.

The stone statue saw such a strong man with such a good temper for the first time, and he couldn't help but return the salute. is the so-called person who doesn't hit a smiling face, let alone a good face of a person who is stronger than himself.

It naturally has to put on a full attitude, and the face is often given by itself.

"Thank you for your understanding."

Qiong Yu and the old man breathed a sigh of relief from the bottom of their hearts, they were really afraid that Li Yi would come to the door directly.

Although the immortals are powerful, the unknown existence in the city is not much weaker, at least it can kill them. Once the two terrifying beings fight, maybe the aftermath will shock them to death.

At this moment, the quaint city gate slowly opened, and a man wearing a black robe, a flat crown on his head, a handsome appearance, and a height of nearly eight zhang walked out.

At 26 meters tall, he is like a giant.

Qiong Yu said that in the ancient years, the strength of a strong person can be judged by the body type, three zhang golden body, six zhang golden body, and nine zhang golden body.

Nine is respected, but I haven't heard of any strong man with a nine-zhang golden body, and Bazhang is already the top powerhouse.

He bowed down and bowed to Li Yi.

"When the seniors came to the dojo, they were disappointed. In the next name, he is the lord of this place, and he doesn't know the name of his predecessors? ”

Qiong Yu, not an old man, the three stone statues watched the giant bend over Li Yi's hand, not to mention how wonderful the expression on his face was.

This is a holy king, the top existence in ancient times. How can you say that it is also the same as the immortals, so you won't bend down and call your predecessors, right?

The stone statue reacted the most violently, and its mouth was about to fall to the ground.

My own master is called a senior, is it a little rebellious that I just called someone a Taoist friend? Rounding up, he is a generation higher than his master.

It's over!

(End of chapter)