At night, the moonlight is cold.

The moon in the sky is like a jade plate, at the foot of the mountain behind Nanshan, a small lake, in the cold moonlight, is also like a piece of white jade, inlaid next to Nanshan.

Dressed in white under the moon, he paced slowly and walked to the lake.

The lake is not big, the young man stood by the lake, his face was solemn, originally with his footsteps, let alone more than six hundred miles, even eight hundred miles, a thousand miles, he would never come here at this moment.

It's because the deeper he goes, the more stress he gets. An invisible suppressive force, permeating the world for more than six hundred miles, was not felt at first, but as he hurried, this strange pressure directly aimed at the spirit would become more and more powerful.

Young people have seen ordinary people in nearby towns and villages living no differently, obviously this "special treatment" is only for those who have cultivation, and the higher the cultivation, the greater the spiritual suppression.

The young man looked up at this low mountain, his eyes were shining, although the dangers on the road made him quite stressed, but he didn't take it to heart, but the people on the mountain made him very cautious.

Prudence is cautious, and it is just the mentality that a strong person should have in the face of a strong enemy, and it is inevitable to go up the mountain.

It's just that there is still a level to pass before going up the mountain, and he looks down at the lake.

Tonight, there was no wind, there was not a single ripple on the water, it was smooth as a mirror, and the water was clear and transparent, the water was not deep, and young people could even see the fish swimming in the water.

Of course, he saw more than that, but also the crimson at the bottom of the lake.

The intense red, as well as the indissolvable, substance-like evil aura in the red, he seemed to see countless souls trapped in the red light, unable to break free, roaring silently, and roaring violently.

The young man's eyes, staring at the bottom of the lake, gradually turned red.

It wasn't that his eyes had turned red, but that the lake had turned red, and his eyes seemed to have turned red.

Then, the surrounding world disappeared, and the young man looked left and right, and found that he seemed to have come to the depths of the universe at this moment, surrounded by countless stars.

After he glanced around, his gaze fell on the distance, where a long knife was quietly suspended, the whole body was blood red, and the red light of the blade flowed, like blood covering the flow, but it was faintly transparent, and it was strange and abnormal.

The young man frowned, and secretly said that the other party was a master of evil ways?

It was really the bloody aura surrounding this blood-colored long knife, which was really the only one he had seen in his life, which made him secretly frightened.

The blood-colored long knife seemed to sense that this person was thinking about something else in front of him, and he was a little angry, and the blood-colored transparent tip of the knife trembled slightly, and then the entire blade suddenly became larger, turning into a giant blade, and slashed towards the white-clothed figure.

In front of the young man's eyes, only a red line appeared, and the blade of the knife had already arrived in front of him.

As soon as his mind moved, he wanted to gather his true qi, and suddenly his complexion changed slightly, and all the true qi in his body disappeared, what kind of character he was, and he immediately understood that the other party was fighting with himself with spiritual power.

So he immediately knew that the blood-colored long knife in front of him must also be transformed by the other party's spiritual power, not the substance.

The young man's eyes bloomed, and the whole person suddenly scattered a faint light, like the heavens and the earth, turning into a giant in the sky, holding a strange magic seal in his hand, and the giant hand swept and slapped the huge blood-colored long knife in the air.

The hands and knives collided, and the dazzling brilliance flickered.

Immediately, the blood-colored long knife spun around, shrunk rapidly, and changed back to its original appearance, in front of the young man's huge body, like a flying knife, turned into a red light, and instantly stabbed at the center of the young man's eyebrows.

The young man was not in a hurry, his body became smaller, and he stretched out two fingers and clamped the blood-colored tip of the knife.

The transparent blood-colored tip of the knife trembled, and it was impossible to break free.

The blood-colored long knife immediately turned into a blood-colored cloud, enveloping the young man in it, and endless murderous and evil aura eroded his mind.

Young people's hearts are like iron, and they let this endless blood invade, not to be disturbed by it, but to sharpen their spirits through it.

In the depths of the starry sky in the distance, Dai Daojin stood in the void, quietly watching the confrontation between the "first speak" and it, and did not make any moves, and let him use the bloody qi contained in the "first speak" to sharpen his body.

After a while, his mind moved, and his unrivaled spiritual power swept away.

Where the young man is, the starlight swaying and falling in the sky, enveloping it, the young man's spirit flickers, and the picture changes.

On the shore of the East China Sea, there is a childish boy named Wang Xianzhi.

His qualifications are outstanding, his intelligence is abnormal, and he was accepted as an apprentice by the stranger.

The stranger asked, "Fists, feet, knives, swords, sticks, eighteen kinds of weapons, what do you want to learn?"

Wang Xianzhi asked rhetorically, "Which one is the most powerful?"

The Inhuman replied, "It's people, not weapons, that are powerful." ”

Wang Xianzhi said: "If this is the case, then learn everything." ”

He was born extraordinary, like a person in the Heavenly Pavilion, all martial arts can be learned as soon as he learns, and he will be able to see it, and he will be able to defeat his master at the age of only eighteen.

Then he roamed the rivers and lakes, challenged all the masters, never used weapons, only single-handed, did not taste a defeat, twenty-five years old, the top master of the rivers and lakes has a seat, often sigh that although the rivers and lakes are big, but they are also very small.

Subsequently, he sat in Emperor Wu City.

The picture changed again, Wang Xianzhi looked down, the bee waist and hips were cocked, she was already a twenty-eight beauty, the long sword in her hand was shining like a watery sword light, and she suddenly thought that she was going out with her senior brother to explore the rivers and lakes.

Three days later, Wang Xianzhi and his senior brother entered the rivers and lakes, and they were chivalrous all the way, although they were exciting, they always felt a little lost.

Later, knowing that there were teachers along the way, they were all protected by their teachers, and in discouragement, the two went home, got married, and had children.

The picture changed again, Wang Xianzhi looked up, and his brother was standing in front of him, talking about something, as if there was something wrong with the swordsmanship he practiced. In this life, he is not called Wang Xianzhi, but Dai Daoqing.

He lowered his head and raised his head again, and the young man in front of him was still talking to himself, this young man was his brother, named Dai Daojin.

......

The picture changed again, Wang Xianzhi was ragged, prostrate on the ground, and there were two copper plates lying quietly in the broken bowl in front of him, which were put in by the well-wisher just now. He had just woken up, feeling weak and thirsty, and he vaguely remembered who he was, but he couldn't remember it. He only seems to remember that he once was the number one master in the world, an emperor, a thief, and a big official......

"Hiss" He knocked on his head, and no longer thought about it, the pain in his head was a little less.

Opposite him, a boy of his age, bowed his head and carved a wood carving.

Wang Xianzhi glanced weakly, a little familiar, and couldn't remember when he had seen it.

......

Dai Daojin's eyes were cold, and the upgraded version of the "Spiritual Law of Changing the Sky and Hitting the Earth", coupled with his strong spiritual power, really pulled this person into the reincarnation he constructed with the help of the nebula, and at this moment he had been reincarnated in the ninety-ninth life, and the toughness of the other party's spiritual soul was also surprised by Dai Daojin.

However, in the end, there is a limit, in this ninety-ninth life, the other party's spiritual world is on the verge of collapse, and it will be difficult to survive the hundredth life.

Dai Daojin has no enmity with this person, but after knowing his identity from the first life, he knows what kind of world this is, and he is not in a hurry to touch the bottom of this world through this person.

......

The snow was falling, and the beggars on the roadside died silently.

The world shattered like glass, and Wang Xianzhi's soul seemed to be shattered.

The hundredth reincarnation was about to begin, and Wang Xianzhi couldn't bear it anymore, and at this moment, a white and golden air flow appeared, protecting Wang Xianzhi's soul and integrating the memory of the ninety-ninth life into it.

Dai Daojin in the distance, staring at this vision, turned many thoughts in his heart.

"The reincarnation of the White Emperor?"