In this way, Zhao Ziming's soul was reincarnated in the illusion again and again.

In the illusion, his original memories were completely sealed, and he didn't know that he was actually in the illusion.

Every time he is reincarnated, he will become another existence, sometimes a human race, sometimes a beast race, or a soul race, a blood race, or even a grass and trees, mountains and rivers.

His soul is like an erasable piece of paper, and when this life comes to an end, the paper returns to a blank space and begins the next.

He has been experiencing all kinds of situations in the world and all kinds of emotions of living beings over and over again.

Unless there is an accident, his soul will never be able to break free from the illusion until it is completely annihilated in a certain reincarnation.

The "Soul Cultivation Heavenly Coffin" that Huang Zang performed before leaving, like Shoulan's "Dark Thousand Illusions", is also the top soul technique of the soul clan, with incredible power.

The golden coffin wandered in the void, absorbing the extremely pure heaven and earth vitality and injecting it into Zhao Ziming's body, pushing the power in his body to continue to operate.

These essence vitality, every wisp, is far purer and condensed ten thousand times more than the power of his three systems, and he can directly transform into cultivation without refining at all, and his strength begins to soar.

The essence of the divine fire devouring the essence of the vitality can be called massive, the golden flame heart has increased from one to eight, emitting dots of gold, and the colorless flame floats up a layer of broken gold, which is beautiful in an instant.

Burst!

The ninth flame heart condensed, and the divine fire underwent a qualitative change.

The nine golden threads were intertwined with each other and formed a golden thread, and a little dark golden light flowed from the bottom to the top, and the golden thread turned into a dark golden flame.

The moment the dark gold flame appeared, the entire body of the divine furnace that had been slowly rotating shook violently, and the speed increased sharply, and the suction power emitted skyrocketed.

In the blink of an eye, the colorless divine fire on the outer layer of the dark gold flame was swallowed up.

At the same time, the direction of the three forces in Zhao Ziming's body changed, surging towards the inner space, all of them poured into the divine furnace, and were absorbed by the newborn dark gold divine fire.

As soon as his strength was lost, the golden coffin flashed, and the power he absorbed increased, and more essence vitality was pulled in and replenished into his body.

Limited by Zhao Ziming's realm, the power quality of the Dark Gold Divine Fire, although it was higher than his own three powers, was also far inferior to the essence vitality attracted by the Heavenly Coffin.

Therefore, no matter how the dark gold divine fire was absorbed, the power in Zhao Ziming's body remained absolutely full.

The Dark Gold Divine Fire grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, gradually emerging from the Divine Furnace, enveloping the Divine Furnace and entering.

Under the incineration of the divine fire, the dusty divine furnace burst out a few sparks from time to time, the volume became smaller and smaller, the speed was getting faster and faster, and the suction power emitted was getting bigger and bigger.

The divine fire rushed out of the inner space, and a layer of dark gold flames ignited on the surface of Zhao Ziming's body, silently, and his clothes turned into ashes.

Just like the last advancement, the quality of the divine fire was too high, and his physical strength was not enough, and he was burned beyond recognition in an instant from the inside out.

It stands to reason that the Dark Gold Divine Fire was accidentally forcibly spawned by the "Soul Cultivation Heavenly Coffin", and it was extremely powerful, and it was originally able to burn him to ashes.

But the crisis originated from Si, and it was also solved by Si, his body was filled with the essence of the essence of the heavenly coffin, and the divine fire had no way to take these vitality, so his situation was not as dangerous as last time.

The Dark Gold Divine Fire was pervasive, permeating every corner of his body, and the Essence Vitality was uncontrolled after all, only protecting the important parts, and those unprotected places were instantly incinerated into nothingness!

His bodily functions began to mobilize his strength to repair the damage on its own, and as a result, his flesh and bones, muscles and bones continued to be reborn, and they were immediately burned by the divine fire.

In the cycle of rebirth and destruction, his body was repeatedly and thoroughly refined, and his physical strength suddenly increased.

If Zhao Ziming was awake, the severe pain caused by this long-term and high-intensity physical transformation would be enough to kill him alive, and his soul would be trapped in the reincarnation illusion, but he escaped.

Time passed, and eight months passed in the blink of an eye.

The endless low roar of beasts resounded through the forest, and wolves surged in from all directions, and the sound was terrifying.

More than a dozen people rushed forward, each sending out a few Yuan Force light bullets from time to time, knocking down the big wolf that pounced on the air from the flanks.

In terms of individual strength, these wolves are at most equivalent to the martial artists at the peak of the day after tomorrow, and only a very small number of leaders are congenital-level wolf beasts, but when tens of thousands of wolves converge into a wolf tide, if someone falls into its encirclement, even if they are strong people in the Yuan Realm Nine Apertures, don't think about escaping for their lives.

So the dozen or so people in front of them all ran wildly, for fear of being surrounded by wolves.

Judging from the Yuan Apertures lit up on their bodies, the lowest strength of these people is also the Five Aperture Realm, and the strongest person has opened up the Eight Yuan Apertures.

They outgrew the wolves far outnumbered, but there were so many wolves that somewhere in the woods they were eventually surrounded.

The eight-trick martial artist wielded a long sword, and the sword was swirling with fiery red yuan, often with a sweep, it could cut off several big wolves that pounced on it together, like cutting tofu.

His face was very ugly, and he turned around and drank: "Rush forward together! If you can't keep up, you can't ask for more blessings, don't blame Yan for not being able to save him when he sees death!"

After that, the long sword in the hand of the man surnamed Yan was red and bright, and the sword flew out vertically and horizontally, opening a bloody path in the wolf tide, and he stepped on the ground and shot out, and his forward speed increased sharply by half.

Other people also knew that at this time, it was a matter of life and death, so they took out their strongest strength, struggled to dance their weapons, and followed the man surnamed Yan.

After a while, they finally broke out of the encirclement and got rid of the wolves chasing after them, but at this time, there were only eight people left, half of the previous ones.

Eight people stopped by a mountain stream, all sweating profusely, their faces pale, and obviously exertional, and three of them were wounded and bloodied.

The man surnamed Yan threw his sword to the ground, lay down without caring about the image, put his head into the stream, and drank the water with a clatter.

Previously, he had always rushed to the forefront, so although his cultivation was the highest, he was the most embarrassed.

After drinking enough water, he sat reflexively, supported the ground with his hands behind his back, and gasped and said, "What the hell, how could a wolf tide break out at this time?"

"yes, it stands to reason that the wolf tide will not appear in a month. ”

"Alas, it's troublesome now, the elixir hasn't been collected, and so many people have been lost, so I have to find someone to form a team again next time. ”

"Come on, it's good to be able to save my life, if it weren't for Brother Yan's presence, we would all be in the wolf's belly now, what else do you mention about picking medicine or not?"

"That's right, thanks to Brother Yan. ”

......

The others were lying or sitting in the mud, talking in a rambling manner.

"Hey, what's that?" said one of them, pointing to his left and exclaiming.

More than ten meters above the ground, there was a golden light cluster the size of an egg floating, which was still slowly getting bigger.

Including the man surnamed Yan, everyone's faces changed slightly, and they moved closer together vigilantly, slowly retreating, they are now short of Yuan Strength, and it is the weakest time.

After a while, the golden light rose to the size of a wheel, and suddenly it lit up, and the burst of strong light pierced their eyes subconsciously.

Bang!

The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground sounded, and these people were startled, and they all retreated sharply for a few feet, and then opened their eyes at the same time and looked in that direction.

The next moment, their faces were a little strange, and they saw that there was a naked teenager on the ground over there, and there were a few Qiankun bags scattered around him.

The boy slowly got up from the ground, his movements a little stiff, like a marionette.

The young man's appearance was too strange, and the man surnamed Yan didn't dare to relax his vigilance, and asked with his sword and fists: "Dare to ask the little brother if he is in good health?" If you need help, just ask." ”

As if hearing his voice, the young man turned sideways and looked over, and one of his pupils was a strange colorful color.

Shrouded by the young man's gaze, the group of people led by the man surnamed Yan only felt as if they had been seen through, and the chill rushed up along the tail vertebrae.

Just when they were shocked in their hearts and were about to look away, the colorful color in the young man's eyes turned into two small colorful swirls.

Silently, the man surnamed Yan and the others froze in place, their expressions were frozen, their eyes were blank, as if their souls had been extracted, and their appearance was indescribably weird and terrifying.

The boy also stopped moving, and stood dumbfounded, and for a moment there was only the sound of the stream flowing in the woods, and the occasional birdsong.

I don't know how long it took, the boy's body shook slightly, the colorful vortex in his eyes stopped spinning, and the color gradually faded, and finally disappeared.

The people opposite him then woke up from their state of trance, and cold sweat burst out of their foreheads in an instant, and they looked at the young man as if they were looking at an evil ghost.

"Run!"

I don't know who shouted, and these people all turned around and fled, and the speed was no slower than when they broke through the wolf tide before.

Zhao Ziming ignored these people, he raised his head, looked through the gap in the forest, looked at the clear sky, and muttered in a low voice: "You are leaving." ”

After a long time, he retracted his gaze, picked up the Qiankun bag on the ground, took out his clothes and put them on, chose a random direction, and walked forward.

He walked unfast, like a normal human walk, aimlessly, and his expression was calm, and he allowed the feeling of emptiness as if a piece of his body was missing from his body to haunt him.

After experiencing thousands of reincarnations in the illusion world, his divine soul will has been tempered to be extremely strong, and if he is willing, he can smooth out any emotional fluctuations of his own with a single thought.

But he didn't, and he walked through the woods, from day to night, and from night to day.

There was a wisp of white jade-like blood wrapped around his body, exuding a faint aura, and any beast that sensed this aura did not dare to approach within ten zhang of his body.

A few days later, one early morning, he stopped for the first time.

His ears moved slightly, and he turned his head to look into the depths of the forest on the left, not knowing what he found, and he gathered the emptiness in his heart, and a light smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"This Nizi. ”