This is the world of the divine soul, Fa Wutian has no body, the divine soul resides in the treasure of the illusory yang realm, and it is also his body that appears at this time.

His divine soul, which was approaching the peak of the Eternal Existence Realm, was being frantically poured into a large amount of earth qi.

Under the Bone Wasteland, an unimaginably large and terrifying force was pouring into his body at a speed like the pouring of seawater.

"With my guidance, all qi is subdued, and the desolate bone heart realm is for my use!" Fa Wutian's outstretched arm suddenly exploded and turned into a blur of flesh and blood, too terrifying earth qi, so that his divine soul body could no longer bear it, and it exploded in an instant.

After the arms, then the legs, then the torso, the neck.

Finally, there is the skull.

"Bang!!"

In just a dozen breaths, the original strong body of Fa Wutian, along with the extremely extraordinary pitch-black robe on his body, was completely shattered together, turning into a huge ball of blood-red wriggling flesh.

The inside of the ball pulsates slowly like a heartbeat.

A large black shadow like ink began to spread in all directions centered on the meat ball. These ink shadows seem to be able to swallow everything, covering everything, whether it is the mountains of bones or the ocean of blood, everything is dyed equal black after the ink shadows pass.

"Let me see, second brother, do you still regain the divine power of the ancient times......" The ball of flesh that Fa Wutian had turned into cracked violently.

Inside, a huddled, long-tailed, three-faced monster emerged.

The monster was suspended in mid-air, with six arms, and they all held Buddhist rituals.

A spiky whip-like tail fluttered behind the monster, and its skin was as smooth as a mirror. There are also countless gray Buddha seals circulating on it.

The expressions of the three faces are different, one is laughing, the other is crying, only the middle face is the original face of Fa Wutian, extremely peaceful.

The faces of these three chapters are as stiff as metal masks, facing three directions.

In the sound of flesh and blood gluing, a large amount of flesh and blood gushed out of thin air, combined with the remaining flesh and blood of the meat ball, quickly forming nine flesh and blood beads the size of a skull behind him, and slowly rotating.

"Ah!!h

Suddenly, Fa Wutian raised his head and screamed, and three different voices were mixed together, weird and terrifying.

The terrifying sound wave turned into a substantial translucent shockwave, centering on him and exploding wildly around him.

A large ripple like a ripple of blood shattered all the bones on the ground around it, and then spread rapidly into the distance.

A large amount of flesh and blood gathered behind Fa Wutian, and soon a pair of huge flesh wings grew, and with a slight shock, his whole body rose into the sky, rushing in the direction of stupidity.

With such a strong aura, even the Baizhang Blood Dragon condensed by pure magic was trembling from instinct.

"Since you want to die, you can't help me. Seeing this, the fool tapped his right hand and injected a stream of divine soul power, and the blood dragon attacked proudly.

Dragon's claw, dragon's roar, dragon's tail.

The Baizhang Blood Dragon kept making a move, but the Fa Wu innocent body had no way to deal with it, and it was still bombarded by the attack of the blood dragon on his body.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom!"

Before the dragon claws could touch Fa Wutian's body, it was as if they had reached into a furnace of flames, and were incinerated and evaporated by the blazing heat around Fa Wutian's body.

Before the dragon's roar reached the target location, it had already been annihilated by the momentum diffused by the Fa Wu Innocence God, turning into a clear breeze and dissipating the heavens and the earth.

As for the last dragon tail, it was directly broken by the strength of Fa Wutian's galloping and crashed on the sea of blood.

At this point, in just an instant, Fa Wutian did not make a single move, and completely killed the Baizhang Blood Dragon.

"Come on, too vain and foolish, let go of your power and fight me!, or die!!"

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At this time, the ink dust has entered a mysterious and mysterious realm.

Although his eyes were closed, it was as if he had 'seen' the starry sky. The huge star map is constantly circulating, as if it is showing the changes of heaven and earth little by little. What is unfolding in front of you is a kind of grandeur, a kind of desolation, a kind of historical precipitation, and a kind of natural power.

The starlight falls like a waterfall, as soft as a light veil, enveloping the ink dust in it, directly forming a glittering star cocoon.

Inside this star cocoon, Mo Chen curled up together, only to feel as if he had returned to the beginning, like an unborn newborn who had experienced countless reincarnations.

For the first reincarnation, Mochen came to a world where the divine pattern was the object of cultivation, and if all living beings wanted to attain immortality, they needed to absorb the natural power of heaven and earth, perceive the natural way of heaven and earth, and turn into mysterious patterns engraved on their bodies, so as to achieve the realm of matching the heavens and the Tao with their bodies.

In this life, Mo Chen has been the suzerain's heir of the hegemon-level force since he was born.

As a proper second ancestor, there was no shortage of pill divine soldiers since he was a child, and his cultivation road was smooth sailing, and there were almost no stumbles, but he didn't think that when his cultivation was advancing all the way, two gods suddenly fell from the sky.

They were clad in long hair that burned like flames, their muscles were as dazzling as the sun, and their hands were the size of mountains, and they fought together.

Everywhere he passed, the mountains and rivers were shattered, the heavens and the earth collapsed, and the ink dust was not spared, and was swept away by the aftermath of the battle between the two gods and men, and directly turned into ashes, ending the reincarnation of this life.

In the second reincarnation, Mo Chen became a disciple of a physician, and this world does not have any aura, and there are no cultivation rules.

Everyone is a mortal, and they only have a maximum lifespan of 100 years, which is an ordinary world.

In this reincarnation, Mochen went from apprentice to assistant step by step, and then finally inherited the mantle of the old doctor and opened a medical hall.

During a healing process, Mochen met a rich woman and fell in love at first sight.

But this rich woman has already been married.

In this ancient and conservative era, even if the two love each other, they can only be separated by two parties in the end.

In this life, Mo Chen has lived his life in a muddy and sad way.

And in the third reincarnation, Mochen even became a real dragon, born in the dragon's lair, traveling through the heavens and the earth, and everywhere he went, everything crept.

In this life, he lived for 300,000 years, and finally ran out of life and passed away peacefully.

Round after round of reincarnation continued to take him to travel, and all kinds of worlds and regions continued to unfold in front of him.

Some cultivate immortals, some practice martial arts, some are bizarre, and some are inhuman.

But every time he experiences a new reincarnation, his previous memories are erased.

He is like a newborn, constantly experiencing rebirth, death, rebirth, death.

It wasn't until hundreds, thousands of reincarnations later, that Mochen wrapped in the star cocoon smiled.