Penglai forbidden land, cold underground palace, there were a few birdsong, on the willow tree by the pool, a few strange birds came out of nowhere, pointed beaks, carved and pecked at the cold ice again and again, this is a very strange feeling, and the monkey in the ice is still closed with his eyes closed, and he does not see any reaction.

In the reincarnation door, Yuan Qi knelt on the ground, his eyes were dull, the memory of returning made him feel confused, the arm around his waist, the temperature transmitted, made him feel for the first time how difficult it was to live in this world.

A ding, a gasp, the frost here, rushing towards the face, even the faintest breath, white gas will come out of the mouth.

"Brother!" Wan Ting called softly, her face pressed against Yuan Qi's back, carefully feeling the other party's existence.

The frost stimulated Yuan Qi and became sober, he turned around and looked at this woman who made his heart move, whether it was the play when he was a child, or when he grew up, he was deeply impressed by the chance encounter in Qingcheng Mountain, and he had to admit that this was a kind of fate, this woman made him heart move twice.

"I'm back!" Yuan Qi was full of pain, and gently hugged Wan Ting into his arms, over the years, she has suffered a lot, since she was a child, she has been wandering in the wild, and she has suffered from the cold eyes of her peers in Qingcheng Mountain, in comparison, she is lucky, at least she has a happy childhood, and she has an ancient uncle who takes care of him, and she has spent all the time in torment.

Wan Ting raised her head, she was very happy, the depression in her heart seemed to be released all at once, the smile full of tears looked easy, but how many people could understand the meaning?

Yuan Qi's eyes were firm, gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said, "Don't worry, this time my brother promises you that he will never leave you alone again!"

"Hmm!" Wan Ting nodded heavily, and the smile on her face became even stronger.

Yuan Qi smiled, and a warmth all over his body wrapped around Wan Ting to dispel the cold here for her.

"Brother's skill seems to have become stronger?" Feeling this breath flowing, Wan Ting asked suspiciously.

Yuan Qiqi nodded, the separation of the demon seed made him feel an unprecedented ease, and the realm that had not been entered for a long time actually had a tendency to break through, he stretched his body, and a more refined aura erupted in his body, and said confidently: "I feel that the demonic nature on my body has faded a lot!"

"Really!" Wan Ting was pleasantly surprised, the experience of childhood has always been a knot in their hearts, this hidden danger is not removed for a day, they will not be able to feel at ease for a day, they always feel that there is a shadow in their hearts, and now that this crisis is solved, they are naturally very happy.

Yuan Qi nodded affirmatively, and looked at the ancient mirror in front of him, the separation of the demon seed was inseparable from its merits, and the image in the mirror had disappeared and turned into the original bronze again.

"That's not right!" Yuan Qi's face changed suddenly, staring at the ancient mirror vigilantly.

Wan Ting followed her gaze and said in shock: "The palm print has disappeared, it wasn't like this just now!"

"Not only that, but even the sound of chanting is gone!" Yuan Qi's face was solemn, pondering the word reincarnation carefully, and said suspiciously, "It shouldn't be like this, mortals are born from birth to death, from death to life, and become a reincarnation by themselves.

"Yes, Master also said that there is no eternal extreme, and there is no eternal weakness, the so-called extreme of things must be the opposite, did my brother find something?" Wan Ting asked.

"This can also explain why this mirror reflects the past of childhood!" Yuan Qi thought for a while, and said, "But I always feel that things are a little weird, and they shouldn't go so smoothly, could it be that the word reincarnation has another meaning in Penglai?"

"What else does it mean?" Wan Ting was puzzled.

Yuan Qi observed carefully, and suddenly he pulled Wan Ting back and back.

The bronze mirror began to wriggle, like a liquid, slowly forming a handprint.

"Recovered!" Wan Ting began.

"That's not right!" Yuan Qi's face was solemn, and his cold hair stood up, as if he felt something terrifying.

"Hey, hey!" an unfamiliar voice came out of the mirror, and the mirror squirmed again, and the handprint was raised, turning into a bronze hand and stretching out.

"Ahh

"Don't make a sound!" Yuan Qi said softly.

The mirror floated, as if in gestation, and the bronze palm poked out, followed by a shoulder, then the chest, the head, and another hand, and gradually, a bronze figure stepped out of the mirror.

At this scene, anyone would feel uneasy, Yuan Qi and Wan Ting were sweating all over, staring at that figure.

"Huh!" Yuan Qi was shocked, he felt the breath of the demon seed on this person's body.

"He's still changing sharply!" Wan Ting also saw it.

The copper-colored liquid enveloped, squirming, and at the same time being absorbed by the person, revealing the strong arms, long snow-white hair extending from the top of the head, and the crimson pupils with a kind of indifference that annihilated everything.

The liquid gathered and was completely inhaled into his body, revealing a cold, white-haired man.

"This ......!" Wan Ting was speechless in shock, this man's face was exactly the same as Yuan Qi's, the only difference was that he had long snow-white hair and red eyes.

Yuan Qi was very dignified, he felt an undying murderous aura in this white-haired man, this person was like a lone wolf in the cold winter, staring at the prey he had been looking forward to for a long time, and the red eyes were intertwined with a kind of piercing cleverness.

"Your Excellency?" said Yuan Qi tentatively.

"Hey, hey!" the strange laugh rang out again, and a grimace loomed on the man's forehead.

"It's really a demon seed!" Yuan Qi said, "Ting, you step back first, he is specifically targeting me!"

"No!" Wan Ting didn't agree, she was very frightened by the unknown object, but she didn't retreat at all, and said firmly, "I'm with you!"

"Then be careful!" Yuan Qi persuaded her, but he had to tell her.

Wan Ting smiled, very satisfied, her body was shrouded in a layer of blue light, like a green spirit fairy, holding the green sword.

Yuan Qi moved his head, and there was a strong momentum in his deep eyes.

The grimace disappeared, and the man seemed to wake up from the darkness, he was like an out-of-body sword, with a sharp edge, raising his hand and sending out a sharp finger, mixed with a few phantoms, slamming out.

"Too Void Finger!" Yuan Qi was surprised, stepped on Qingyun Step, dodged, and at the same time pointed at the same time, which was also too void finger.

The man clenched his fists, his right hand turned red in an instant, and with one punch, he dispersed the empty fingers flying in the air.

Yuan Qi's face changed slightly, he also clenched his fists, condensed the blood cover, and rushed straight forward.

Wan Ting did not back down, and followed Yuan Qi closely, her blue light was misty, and her sword qi floated out.

I have to say that the man is very powerful, and in the face of the joint attack of the two, he does not show defeat at all, and a pair of fierce iron fists continue to bombard the palm prints and sword qi around him.

Wan Ting was very struggling, the bombardment of the fist made her blood churn, and she retreated one after another, but fortunately, Yuan Qi helped her share it from the side.

"Brother, look at that mirror!" Wan Ting reminded.

The ancient mirror was faint, emitting a faint spiritual light, connected to the man's body, Yuan frowned, tentatively strengthened his skills, and sure enough, that spiritual light gradually became clear as his skills increased.

"I see!" After several temptations, Yuan Qi finally saw some fiction and reality, the man in front of him who looked exactly like him, his skills were similar to his own, and if there was an external force invading, he would become stronger.

"Is it a demon?" Yuan thought and thought, and said, "You stop first, his skills are similar to mine, if you make a move, you will become stronger." ”

Wan Ting stood by the wall, looked nervously at the field, and finally nodded.

Yuan Qi's expression was solemn, and he burst out with a strong fist intent and rushed forward.

The two fists slammed together, each not giving in, and a roar erupted all around. After a short period of condensation, Yuan Qi did not retreat but advanced, and his fist between his backhands turned into palm prints, exuding a fresh breath and forming a sword qi.

The man was caught off guard, bronze blood flowing in his palm, and he quickly took a few steps back.

Yuan Qi did not pursue, and on his right hand, it was the Dustless Sword that emerged.

The man's white hair fluttered, staring at Yuan Qi indifferently, his blood-stained fist gradually loosened, the bronze aura permeated, and a sword was quickly formed. He gripped the sword and swung a wave of swords, which was exactly Tuke's move.

"Even this trick will do!" Yuan Qi was surprised, he remembered that the master had said that he would only teach this trick to him, and before he had time to think about it, Yuan Qi waved his sword, and he also made a bump and sink break.

In the reincarnation gate, two sword waves collided, forming a cloud of mist, making the figures of the two blurred, and they could vaguely be seen, where the sword qi was full of energy, flying out from time to time, leaving sword marks on the wall.

With the same face and the same moves, two people are entangled with each other, and the fight is inseparable.

After a long time, the sword wave dispersed, Yuan Qi's chest was stained with blood, he was pierced by the sword qi, and under a closer look, the wound was only half a point away from his heart.

Yuan Qi's face was very pale, and the white-haired man was also leaning against the wall, the only difference was that his heart, impartial, happened to be pierced.

"Brother!" Wan Ting stepped forward and looked at his wound worriedly!

"If it weren't for that, how could I win!" Yuan Qi smiled bitterly, this kind of life-threatening style of play, he won the bet.

Wan Ting was very worried, and the spiritual light in her palm was about to be poured into Yuan Qi's body to stop his injury.

"No!" Yuan Qi stopped, after fighting for so long, he already understood what was going on here, and said, "This ancient mirror can sense all the spiritual power fluctuations in this room, and judge the strength of strength according to these, if you heal me, then he will also become stronger!"

Wan Ting stopped her hand, looked at the white-haired man, and found that a faint spiritual light in the ancient mirror was slowly injected into his body.

"He has an innate advantage here, if he is given time, he can still recover!" Yuan Qi sighed.

"Then what to do!" Wan Ting said.

Yuan Qi shook his head, stared at the white-haired man, and laughed at himself: "When I face myself, I know that I am so strong!"

"You still have the heart to laugh!" Wan Ting was worried.

"Don't worry!" Yuan Qi comforted softly, "I still have a lot of things to do, I won't die so easily!"

Yuan Qi pushed Wan Ting away, dragged the heavy injury, and forcibly stood up, his body trembled, looking very tired, as if a gust of wind could blow it down, he slowly came to the middle, facing the man, a few steps away, now it is so far away, full of blood and cold sweat, making Yuan Qi extraordinarily different.

"I believe that the real strong will not be afraid of any battle, even if it is exactly the same opponent as themselves, for you and me, skill, swordsmanship, formation, momentum, etc., what I know and learn, you can understand, but these alone are not enough, the key to strength comes from your own heart, how big your heart is, how great your own achievements are, if you say who is most similar to me in this world, it is undoubtedly you, but unfortunately, you don't understand me!" Yuan Qi opened his mouth silently, his palm spread out, a more powerful spiritual power, swallowed in the palm of his hand, the cold air around him gathered rapidly, and a fresh feeling permeated the entire cave, "Blindly imitate, but can't grasp the transformation of people's hearts, this second, the next second, so changeable, so repeated, this is a person!"

His palm flipped over, and the huge aura covered it in an instant, and the white-haired man was overwhelmed by the aura, transformed into copper light, and flowed into the mirror, and at the same time, on the smooth mirror surface, a palm print was concave, and the sound of chanting was reversed again, and the wall of the reincarnation cave rotated rapidly, and the familiar door was reopened.

Yuan Qi collapsed in prostration, he understood a truth, and sighed silently: "Is this also reincarnation?

His consciousness began to blur, and in the ancient mirror, a black grimace suddenly burst out, submerging into his eyebrows.

"You come back and pull!" Yuan Qi smiled helplessly, he couldn't move at all at this moment, so he had to let the demon seed enter his body again, "I can't imagine that the Ice Heart Technique I worked so hard to play can't wipe you out! What are you?"

The shock of the reincarnation gate affected the entire underground palace, outside the cave, on the towering giant willow, inside the ice cube, a small crack was slowly spreading, and the eyes of the six-eared macaque were opened suddenly.