In front of the plain but comfortable thatched hut, the old man Yan Ling was looking at Qingyang with a smile, he really liked the young man in front of him, in his long black and white hair, there was an ethereal realization, this kind of perception of life and life was not simple.

"Young man, have you ever heard of reincarnation?" asked the old man Yan Ling.

Hearing this, Qingyang groaned slightly, his eyes flashed with a light of remembrance, and he replied: "When I was a child, I heard a storyteller mention it to me, and he said that reincarnation is that all living beings die and live, live and die, live and die, and go back and forth. ”

"Oh?" said the old man, a look of surprise appeared between his red eyebrows.

"When I was young, I didn't understand it, but now that I have stepped into the path of cultivating the king, I still don't understand reincarnation, and the younger generation's cultivation is still shallow. "Qingyang didn't make a big fuss, if you don't understand, you don't understand, you don't need to pretend to understand.

"Hehe, sentient beings die and live, live and die, live and die, and go back and forth. It seems that this storyteller is not simple, and he has the opportunity to see and understand. The old man Yan Ling seemed to be still chewing on the words just now, and then slowly nodded and commented.

Hearing this, Qingyang was slightly stunned and said: "Senior, the storyteller was the one who enlightened me when I was young, but now I don't know where he is." ”

"Yes, when the time comes, you can see it. The old man Yanling said to himself, which made De Qingyang a little puzzled.

"Senpai?"

"Oh, hehe, you are real, you don't understand reincarnation, it's a common thing. The eight people in front of them also don't understand. However, you are a little different from them. The old man Yan Ling said with a smile, his red eyes seemed to be able to see through the world.

"Dare to ask your seniors, I don't know what's the difference?" Qingyang asked again and again when he heard this.

"At least, you can say the previous paragraph. Although it is not your words, it is better than the eight people in front of you who can't understand it directly. It's a thousand times better. The old man Yan Ling glanced at Qingyang, then retracted his gaze and slowly stood up.

Swish!

Seeing the old man Yan Ling standing up, Qingyang also hurriedly got up, not daring to sit anymore, the strength of the old man in front of him is probably unfathomable, if he is willing, I am afraid that he can destroy himself with just one thought.

"The first eight are going to trial. It's suffering. And you, the old decay, might as well give you a creation, as for how much you can understand, that's your business. The old man Yan Ling said so, but it made De Qingyang a little confused.

"Seniors. What do you mean?" asked Qingyang.

However, the old man Yan Ling no longer answered Qingyang's question. Just smiled and glanced at him. Stretched out his withered arm and raised it slightly in front of Qingyang, sparks sparkled, and in an instant, Qingyang's eyes widened.

"Although they all enter the reincarnation of the unphased, your reincarnation is mortal! mortals are fragile all their lives, but they contain the shadow of the infinite avenue. As long as you can capture a trace of it and absorb it as a Dao seed, then in the future, you will benefit immensely. Old Man Yan Ling said softly. As he spoke, endless flames were already pouring out of his eyes, projecting a world of flames straight into the sky, in which there were eight figures with their eyes closed, and their faces were very complicated.

Shout!

And at this moment, Qingyang's figure was also slowly absorbed by the flame world, becoming the ninth person to enter the flame spirit world!

Flame Spirit World, isn't this the same as the Immortal Spirit Realm of the Heavenly Spirit Immortal Ancestor? If Qingyang knew about it, he would definitely be shocked at this moment. It's just that this is not the case, the Heavenly Spirit Immortal Ancestor is only able to touch the level of the space world because of the exercises, and the fire spirit world in front of him is actually an ancient mutilated artifact.

"This artifact, if it weren't for the mutilation, the old man wouldn't be confined to this, alas. The old man sighed in a low voice, and then shook his head again.

"Young man, enjoy reincarnation. ”

The moment Qingyang opened his eyes, he seemed to have experienced endless time, and the feeling of years passed by him in a trance, and his eyes suddenly widened.

"Isn't this the prison forest outside the Fallen Town?" Qingyang said in a daze, surrounded by endless vitality, a glimpse of verdant green.

"Is this another illusion? Am I not with the old man of the Flame Spirit?"

"Wait!What's going on?!! my royal qi?!" Suddenly, Qing Yang was shocked, because he suddenly found that his royal qi had suddenly disappeared!

This feeling of fragility without the support of the king's spirit, this is not the first time he has experienced it!

"It's gone!" and" Qingyang's mind moved slightly, but there was no reaction in his body, and Wang Zhi was completely gone.

"Even the courage is gone!"

"What the hell is this?" Qingyang's face suddenly turned pale.

Shout!

And at this moment, a large wave of memories suddenly burst out of his head!

Rumble!

In his memory, Qingyang is at the age of a weak crown today, picking danqing flowers for his father Qinglin to treat his long-standing cold disease. Previously, he was in this prison forest, accidentally fell into a trap set by a hunter, and passed out.

The time of the coma seems to be very long, and it seems to be very short.

It's a long time, as if he has experienced a dream, in the dream, he swings a sword and slashes people, and the king's anger surges, he can suppress many strong people, and he has powerful sword skills.

It's so short, because the sky was slightly bright when Qingyang came to collect medicine, and now the sun is shining, and it seems to be noon, which means that he has been in a coma for a few hours, which is not long.

"It turns out that it was a dream of cultivating the king, it seems that I have heard a lot about the old man, so I have listened to it every day and slept with dreams. However, this dream is so real and long."

"In the sword dance, Jian Lao, as well as Dudu and Xia Lixiao, Yang Ling, etc., what a real dream. Qingyang rubbed his forehead, which was a little painful, and said a little confused.

dreamland

Only, is this really a dream?

How long is the gap between dreams and reality?

"Alas, it seems to be a dream, what a royal spirit, now a wild boar can arch me. Qingyang was suddenly a little depressed, in the story of dreams and reality, he chose the reality in front of him.

No royal spirit, no courage, what the hell is that?

"Eh, what did I just say? What is the sword? What is the old man?"

"Well, I can't even think of sword moves, I still remember that I can do a lot of powerful sword moves, damn it! The more Qingyang thought about it, the more he felt that the dream was blurry, and he began to feel a little annoyed.

Dreams, that's it.

The dream is clear, and when you wake up, you forget the story in the dream little by little, even if it is yourself.

"Ahh

Thundered.

Suddenly, the sunny sky suddenly covered with dark clouds, and black clouds overwhelmed the city.

Above the rolling dark clouds, there seemed to be a faint, inaudible phantom, and within the phantom, there seemed to be a silent sound of vicissitudes, which sounded slowly.

"Feel your mortal humanity well, mortal life, life and death between dreams, but also enlightenment between dreams, dreams, is the mystery of mortals, young man, this creation, it depends on whether you can take it, hahaha"

In the evening, the cold wind blows, and the sunset floats slowly with the wind, giving people a soft feeling like satin, which is extremely quiet.

At this time, Qingyang dragged his tired and scarred body outside the prison forest.

"Damn it, not only did I step on a big trap, but I was almost eaten by a wild wolf!" Qingyang gasped, wiping the sweat dripping from his forehead with his hands from time to time, looking like a wolf.

"Alas, if I'm like in a dream, I'll be kingly, then what kind of wolf am I afraid of! Maybe even Daddy's cold disease can be dispelled with a wave of his hand!" Although Qingyang was tired, when he thought of that ethereal dream, his eyes were still bright and shining.

"No matter! Let's go back first!Otherwise, if it's late, my mother should talk again!" Qingyang shook his head, sobered up, and immediately rushed home.

It's late, and I can't even catch up with the meal. (To be continued......)

PS: Don't fight and kill, aesthetic fatigue, come to some tranquility, and when I finish the exam, I will kill back immediately!