Yuan Tiangang stood in the midst of the boiling fire of nothingness, the majestic rain fell down, he looked at Yi Xiao silently and calmly, standing at the junction of dawn and darkness, until the cry of the newborn baby drove away the last trace of eternal night.

He looked at Yi Xiao with compassion and kindness in his eyes.

The "Jiangnan Road" of the "first year of the Spring and Autumn Period" trembled faintly at this moment.

This is the deepest part of Yi Xiao's soul sea.

Entering the tenth realm of soul power, the cultivator's soul will become extremely stable, and it will be difficult to shake the external force.

And at this moment, this Purple Mansion Fantasy Realm, which was purely condensed by soul power, began to tremble unsteadily, clear and vague raindrops, withered black grass clippings rising from the ground like a tornado, white bones, charred corpses, and those silent and silent figures standing outside the line of fire, like the waves of the mirror, water and moon, after the tremor, cracks slowly appeared.

The young Confucian closed his eyes.

In his mind, a series of huge and hidden clues flickered, just like the sky above the sky where the heavy rain was pouring at the moment, one after another thunder snakes jumping above the clouds, shuttling in his mind, killing and concealing.

After closing his eyes, Yuan Tiangang's world became pure and peaceful.

He heard someone speak in pain.

"Teacher ......"

A difficult silence followed.

"What is this for?"

The fire has been extinguished by the torrential rain, the sporadic sparks attached to the dry bones are uncertain, the wet "firewood" is swept by the wind and rolls on the grass, and some unfortunately hit the calf of the young Confucian scholar, and it is simply broken into two, and the ashes are scattered on the way to the follow-up rolling, like an overturned incense altar.

At the top of the firmament, like the bottom of the boundless sea, a small and slight opening was cut, and the light of day dispelled the eternal night, and at the same time, tens of millions of tons of seawater poured in from that hole.

Yuan Tiangang opened his eyes suddenly.

There was a thunderous explosion!

The young Confucian scholar's face has always been gentle and elegant, but at this moment, the raindrops slid down his cheeks, and his eyebrows were raised, and he actually had a little solemn aura.

He thought of some images in silence and calm.

From the sixteen years of travel in the Spring and Autumn Period, the bag I sent.

The desert yellow sand, the wind court sword wine, the Northern Wei Dynasty fled, and Luoyang fell into the devil......

The young man in front of him was just an immature teenager at the time, and in four years, from innocence to blood, step by step, to now, he has become the most loyal audience in the world, and he has seen every trajectory of his life in his eyes, and corrected and placed it.

His Royal Highness lives like a puppet.

The thunder flashed, the earth was bright and bright, and Yuan Tiangang looked at Yi Xiao, more like looking at a seed.

The seed is buried in the ground, watered, irrigated, waiting for it to take root and germinate.

In the years when the seeds grow savagely, cut off unwanted branches.

In the long and painful cold winter of seeds, surround the main torso.

You have to pet it, get used to it, and let it go.

Finally it ripens and bears fruit.

And he plucked it.

"Some things happen just by coincidence. ”

"When two coincidences come together, things become incredible. ”

The white robe of the plain hunted sounded.

Yuan Tiangang said: "You know better than anyone who you are. ”

His Royal Highness's hair had already been wet by the raindrops, and a tiredness arose in his bones, which was like a rainstorm pressed down from the zenith, making him bow his head and make him fall. But he stubbornly stood in place, holding his head high, his eyes open, his hands on his slightly bent knees, and gently arching his body, supporting himself so that he would not fall easily.

"Who am I......"

Yi Xiao muttered this sentence softly.

"Is it the Maharaja?"

"Is it an overlord?"

The young man in the distance asked in a young voice, "Since you know the answer yourself, why do you need to ask me all this?"

Yi Xiao pursed her lips.

"The Great Monarch of the Western Regions, in order to attain immortality, began a continuous rotation in the long years, accumulating the creation of the ninth generation. ”

"After the birth of the overlord who overthrew Great Qin, everyone believed that this was the tenth reincarnation of the Great Maharaja. The boy's voice was a little sarcastic: "Although they are all dead, although this is not the truth." ”

"The truth of history is actually just a coincidence. ”

"They're just taking a shell. ”

Yuan Tiangang stood on the windy Spring and Autumn Jiangnan Road, and said calmly: "Even if there is no Ninth Creation of the Great Monarch, the person who should subvert the Great Qin will definitely appear." ”

Yi Xiao was a little confused.

He suddenly understood something again.

In the memory of the Maharaja, the scholar carrying the birdcage finally died in a bleak death.

Coincidental......

Coincidental......

The reincarnation method of the Maharaja, the soul is lodged in the host's body and reborn in the second life.

"The strong live, and the weak die. The Maharaja's soul is not as strong as it, so in the same body, the Maharaja's memories are sealed. ”

"If it weren't for this coincidence, the Maharaja would have become the first person in the world to succeed. The young man standing on the grass said softly: "He is a genius who is unparalleled in ancient and modern times, and even the reincarnation puzzles that are difficult for the Jizo King Bodhisattva to solve have been resolved by him." ”

"Reincarnation after rebirth, until the accumulated karma is emptied at the end, there is no longer any hindrance. ”

"It's just that it comes with many rebirths...... It's not just weakness, it's misfortune. ”

Yuan Tiangang's voice echoed in the wind and rain.

"In each of his lives, he did not live to be sixteen years old. ”

"In every life of his life, he is a mortal without cultivation. ”

"Every one of his lives was accompanied by many misfortunes and difficulties. ”

Every time the teacher's voice sounded, Yi Xiao's face turned pale, and the heavy rain rolled down his cheeks, and he thought of the reincarnation of the Great Monarch, the drama of crying hoarsely, the prince of the palace who fell in the middle of the family, the scholar who was poor and the scholar who was ruined, and the painter whose family was ruined...... Finally, he raised his head in disbelief, looked at the figure of the teacher bathed in rainstorm, wind and lightning, and heard the last sentence.

"Don't you think...... Do you resemble him?"

Yi Xiao's breathing was a little difficult.

"Fate is playing a joke...... An absurd coincidence. ”

Yuan Tiangang gently raised a finger, shook it in front of his lips, and said with a smile: "It's never been 'like'...... Because this body was originally the 'Maharaja's'. ”

"The Maharaja is the Maharaja, the Overlord is the Overlord, you are you...... If there weren't so many coincidences, the three of you wouldn't be the one you are now, and the Maharaja went to the other side, and things became much easier. ”

Yi Xiao shook his knees with difficulty, stood up, clenched his fists, and looked at his teacher sadly.

"I never thought you would be better than the souls of these two. ”

Yuan Tiangang's eyes looked at the baby in swaddling clothes, and muttered: "Everyone is a newborn life, why should your soul ...... Will it be stronger than them?"

"But none of that matters anymore. ”

Yuan Tiangang said softly: "You have called me for so long as a teacher, over the years, you have not made a mistake, but after today, it will no longer be." ”

The white robe drummed, and the sackcloth reverberated.

The young man's steps did not move, and at the moment when the thunder shone, he had already come to Yi Xiao, looking at his disciple with compassion and kindness.

"My true disciple, the soul is ripe, I want to take it away. ”

Yi Xiao's pupils constricted.

The teacher's hand slowly withdrew from the center of his brow, and he never saw how he came, nor when he twisted two fingers into his forehead.

He slowly withdrew his hand.

"Uh-"

Yi Xiao smashed his knees on the ground, his two hands subconsciously pressed Yuan Tiangang's shoulders, and the hoarse voice of pain, accompanied by the tremor of the Purple Mansion Soul Realm, continued to resound throughout the world.

The vague figure outside the line of fire shattered in an instant.

Along with it shattered, there were rolling backbones, flying grass clippings, and someone smashed a fist on the mirror of this world.

The delicate curled soul was slowly pulled out of Yi Xiao's forehead by Yuan Tiangang.

The young man in the white robe was unpredictable, and lowered his eyebrows slightly.

The little highness who was pressed to his knees by the huge force, the lotus clothes were blown to the boiling by the qi machine, and the cuirass was shattered inch by inch in the sound of the cuirass, and he raised his head slowly and stubbornly, with the anger of a lion hidden in his eyes.

Yuan Tiangang smiled and looked at him.

He saw the anger when the arrow was fired in Lujia Town.

Without this anger, the key in the purple box would not have been able to climb the blood pool of the Eight Feet Mountain.

The fruit will not ripen.

This wisp of the overlord soul that was in the deepest part of Yi Xiao's soul sea had matured at this moment.

Without the "key", this door cannot be opened.

He subconsciously pursed his lips, thinking that the efforts and efforts he had made for this for more than ten years had finally been realized at this moment.

His sleeves trembled slightly, and he carefully peeled off his soul intact.

In the process, inside the walls of the lotus pond, there are painful dragon snake roars, and lotus flowers spin.

Yuan Tiangang said softly: "I'll take all of these." ”

A trace of confusion flashed in Yi Xiao's eyes, followed by even more extreme pain.

He understood what Yuan Tiangang was going to take next.

It's innate, innate......

Celestial Phase!

The rain was heavy, the thunder roared, and finally it gradually weakened, and no one could hear it.

Dressed in a shabby lotus robe, bathed in blood, he fell into the mud.

Yuan Tiangang slowly withdrew.

The dragon and snake phases and the lotus phases, including the entire lotus pond, were taken out by him and swirled in the palm of his hand.

But it doesn't end there.

Yuan Tiangang stood on the earth and put away all the things that had been withdrawn.

Then he slowly raised his head, and the wind swept through the four fields, and the young Confucian scholar looked at the unattainable sky from afar.

Above the firmament, through that chisel, through the pouring of the infinite sea.

The sea of souls rolls.

Further up, is the teenager's Purple Mansion Fantasy.

Layer by layer, at the end, there is an ancient coffin that is so quiet that it is somewhat decayed.

The coffin lid has already been opened, and a man in white, with one foot on the coffin, Dugu on his waist, and the "cause and effect" beside him are bursting out with a slight trembling.

He was watching him.

He was watching him too.