At this moment, Ling Han's divine consciousness was like an endless sea, ethereal and unpredictable, but the thin old man's divine consciousness had already been condensed and formed, and from the Baihui acupoint above Ling Han's head, it invaded his divine consciousness sea, like bathing in the immortal divine spring, and the white life essence visible to the naked eye seemed to be attracted by the mysterious power, constantly surrounding the ethereal figure of the thin old man.

The thin old man sat cross-legged in it, exactly the same posture as Ling Han at the moment, his left hand was erected with his fingers and fingers, making a Buddha gesture, and his right hand secretly pinched the Dharma, but it was Taoist fingering, which looked quite weird, and the faint figure appeared at the same time with blue and yellow light, intersecting and hovering above his head, slowly forming a green and yellow whirlpool, absorbing the white life essence.

The thin old man's faint figure became clearer and clearer under the moisture of white essence, and his thin and wrinkled face began to slowly become ruddy, and his snow-white hair began to slowly turn black from the roots, and the excitement on the old man's face became stronger and stronger, and his body began to tremble slightly.

Take off the rebirth and live one more life, what an exciting thing it is for a person like him who has run out of life and has no hope of seeking the Tao, a new life, there will be a new opportunity to understand, steal from the sky for another three thousand years, I will be able to break the mystery of life and death, eternal existence, free of the three worlds, only I respect!

The thin old man, he can no longer be called like this at this moment, his cheeks have become firm and smooth again, at this moment it is about to be done, thinking of the hope after rebirth, the cheeks that were originally slightly ruddy were turned red, he tried his best to suppress the excitement in his heart, while carefully controlling the speed of the input of life essence, he has lived long enough years, and knows how devastating it is to fail.

Ling Han was in a very strange feeling at the moment, as if he was half asleep, he wanted to use all his strength to drive that old gang out of his mind, but he couldn't lift a trace of strength, not even the strength to scold.

Just when Ling Han was about to lose the last trace of consciousness, he suddenly felt a golden light flash, although he didn't open his eyes, but he still felt this light very clearly, I don't know how many times brighter than the yellow light emitted by the old gang, he didn't have time to hesitate, another golden light fell, and suddenly dispersed the vortex that was constantly absorbing white essence, and then more and more golden light flashed out, and the originally dark stone room was reflected into a golden yellow.

Ling Han bathed in the golden light and felt warm and comfortable, the cold air from the glazed round was completely suppressed, under the illumination of the golden light, the cold air in Ling Han's body was also slowly forced out of the body, this feeling was just two words "comfortable".

The golden light in the void continued to accumulate, gradually forming a golden cloud, brilliant and dazzling. The thin old man's face changed greatly, he hurriedly got up, raised his hands to the sky, and two jet-black true qi roared out like two ink dragons, instantly enveloping Ling Han's entire sea of divine consciousness, the dragon's mouth was huge, and the white life essence was like a long whale absorbing water, which was absorbed by the old man at ten times the original speed, Ling Han's body shook greatly, and he couldn't help but let out a painful moan.

"Lawlessness, self-esteem!" The thin old man looked like a madman, and let out bursts of roars, but under his seemingly hideous expression there was endless fear, and he couldn't wait to absorb the life essence, but his eyes revealed a trace of despair in his madness.

"Six reincarnations, each in its own order, your longevity is exhausted but you vainly try to borrow other people's longevity to survive against the sky, so against the way of heaven, since the soul should be extinguished, the cycle of heaven has its own fixed number, you are punished!" An extremely majestic voice came out from the layers of golden clouds, like Huang Zhong Da Lu, deafening, and the invisible sound wave inspired endless air waves, spreading outward like ripples, hitting the stone wall, countless large and small earth and stones fell like rain, smoke and dust, and the power of a word, so that Si.

"I don't accept it, I don't accept it, why can't your rules be broken, why can you judge the life and death of others, I'm not reconciled, I'm not reconciled!" the thin old man roared hysterically at the golden cloud.

There was no other sound in the void, and the bright clouds intertwined with golden light began to slowly rotate, and a huge coercion gradually formed from the clouds, as if something was brewing, and the clouds rotated slowly and heavily.

Ling Han finally had a chance to breathe at this moment, and he was even pleasantly surprised to find that he had barely regained control of his body, and he couldn't help but look up at the golden clouds that came out of nowhere.

"Damn, no!

When he looked up, he saw a beam of light that was so bright that it was coming straight to his head, a beam that he feared and knew well, the lightning that would be produced by the impact of clouds.

"Boom. It was as if a bomb had been detonated in his mind, and he lost consciousness under the huge impact, and vaguely heard the desperate and frantic shouts of the thin old man, "I'm not reconciled, I'm not reconciled......"

I don't know how long it took, Ling Han slowly regained consciousness and gradually came to his senses, the heavenly thunder seemed to be specifically aimed at the thin old man, although the momentum was huge, but it did not cause him harm, at this moment he completely regained control of his body, but there will still be some side effects, at this moment he was scorched black, as if he had crawled out of the coal pile, his hair was electrocuted and stood on end, he stroked it a few times with his hand, but his hair was still stubbornly standing upright towards the sky, he opened his mouth and wanted to shout "help" Something, and as a result, a thick puff of white smoke came out of his mouth.

"Grunt, grunt" A strange sound came from Ling Han's charred body, and then his stomach began to tumble, and he almost squatted on the ground in pain, this feeling was still very familiar, hungry.

At this moment, although he was still in the glass dome, he no longer felt involuntarily, and there was no light blue flame erupting from the mouths of those skeletons under the ding, and the chill that penetrated his heart also disappeared, of course, this also completely dispelled the last trace of Ling Han's illusion that he was still dreaming at this moment.

Although he was haunted by such a tragic crossing, the physical protest made him have to cheer up and face the reality, he climbed out of the round tripod and took a skull to borrow light, this crystal clear skeleton still emits bursts of white light in the dark, and can shine about a meter away.

Reflecting the faint white light, the lifeless body of the thin old man still stood in front of him, maintaining the posture and expression of the moment his soul flew away from the body, excited, ecstatic and excited. Ling Han suppressed his urge to go up and slap him twice, after all, he had gotten himself to such an inexplicable place, and he had almost destroyed himself just now, but he knew that there was no point in doing so, and this might be another opportunity for him, after all, he came to another time and space with his sanity, maybe there would be a different life, after all, the twenty-three years he had spent were too dull.

This is Ling Han's only advantage, he is calm enough, and he can always keep his state of mind calm. Although there were some complaints at the moment, it didn't make him angry, and he quickly adjusted and began to accept this fact.

Walking out of the stone room is a narrow passage, straight up, but the slope is not very steep, up the stairs, about more than three hundred meters, Ling Han walked into a hall, the hall is lit with seven ever-bright lamps, the hall furnishings are extremely simple, a stone table, a few thin booklets on the table, four stone benches, there is an incense case on the east side, there is no offering, only a simple incense burner and two candlesticks, think that the incense candles have been burned out, only a faint ash remains, and then look up, Ling Han was startled, his portrait was actually hung on the wall.

It turns out that this stone hall is enshrined in a portrait, in addition to the costumes, the figure on the portrait is exactly the same as himself, the portrait of the person stepping on the colorful auspicious clouds, standing in the air with his hands, although the body is not very tall, but the momentum of the world is through the paper. Ling Han knew that he would never have such momentum, because he did not have such strength, so who was this person? Could it be that the thin old man was young? It seems that the years are a ruthless knife, thinking about what he looks like when he is old, Ling Han couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, but at this moment, he can't allow him to think too much, his stomach has already reminded him countless times, and if he doesn't comfort him, I'm afraid that his small body will strike.

He walked straight to the south of the stone chamber, as if he had a gut feeling that he couldn't tell why. Passing through the stone hall, there is a long and narrow corridor. There were several small rooms with almost the same layout on both sides of the corridor, he walked directly to the third room on the left and then rotated the hidden mechanism at the door three times to the right, all of this was strange and familiar, even Ling Han himself didn't know why, but he still walked here, as if he was sure that there was something here that could fill his stomach.

"Squeak" The heavy stone door slowly opened, I don't know how long no one had stepped in, and the dust precipitated by the years drifted down with the slowly opening stone door. This is a pill room, in the middle is a huge Dan furnace, much larger than the glazed round dome that Ling Han stayed in before, and the shape is very different, about a zhang high, cylindrical, the three of them can hug each other, I don't know what kind of material it is made of, knocking on it with his hand There is no sound coming out, the furnace wall is carved with a lot of ornamentation, but under a closer look is nine heavenly dragons, with magnificent heads and horns, different shapes, some leap into the sky, some are half-hidden in the sea of clouds, and the appearance of the dragon that Ling Han knows is almost the same, and finally let him have a sense of familiarity。

There is a dark and dreary hole under the Dan furnace, I don't know where it leads, there are dozens of jade bottles of all sizes on the long table near the stone wall, colorless, very good-looking, a tempting fragrance comes out of those rows of jade bottles, Ling Han can't help but take a deep breath, only to feel refreshed, and the limbs and bones are actually quite useful.

"Damn, is this the legendary elixir!I don't know if I'm hungry?" Ling Han thought a little unconcernedly, in his eyes, these pills were far less attractive to him than a roast chicken, but he didn't know that any bottle of pills here would cause a bloody storm.

Ling Han's gaze swept over this row of colorful jade bottles very casually, and he picked out a bottle of purple jade bottle that he usually liked most and held it in his hand, but just as he was about to open it, he put down the purple jade bottle and took the green jade bottle next to him.

He felt a little strange about his subconscious behavior, but he really didn't have the heart to think about it at the moment, he uncorked the bottle and poured out seven dark green pills, each of which was about the same size as the glass marbles he played with when he was a child, and still exuded a crystal light in the dim light, a thick fragrance came to his nose, Ling Han's index finger moved, he didn't think about it, he fed it into his mouth, the pill melted in his mouth, sweet and sweet, not to mention that he was extremely hungry at the moment, it was also an excellent delicacy even in normal times. Ling Han smacked his lips, feeling that he was still unsatisfied, so he stretched out his claws like another sky blue jade bottle.

Just when his hand was just stretched out, a bone-chilling cold rose from his dantian, I don't know how many times stronger than the chill he felt in the Yuanding before, this chill was extremely fierce, and the meridians of his whole body spread in an instant, he froze there like that, unable to move, and then a thick layer of ice was born from the soles of his feet to his whole body, which froze him firmly, and at the moment before he lost consciousness again, he shouted and cursed in his heart, "I'll strangle, this damn intuition!"

Ling Han's body directly froze into a popsicle, slamming heavily on the ground, stirring up dust in the sky. A faint phantus shadow came out of Ling Han's body, slowly floating in the air, and began to make some strange attacks, and one after another strange runes submerged into Ling Han's frozen body, and disappeared in a flash, without a trace.