In the hazy mist, boundless, in the haze, it was as if a roar was heard, and in the eyes it seemed that there were several giant beasts like thousands of feet. In an instant, the giant beast disappeared, and hundreds of troops in silver armor were seen galloping past on snow-white horses with horned heads, and in the blink of an eye, they disappeared into the mist. From time to time, I heard the phoenix and the dragon chanting...

In the middle of the mist, there are three huge altars, under the altar there is a pool that can accommodate a hundred people, on the three altars floated eight or four tears, the tear crystal is flawless and exudes a little starlight, in the fog outside the altar, a team of troops wearing black armor are guarding, and in the fog on the periphery, a red and blue fire phoenix and ice dragon are flying in the air.

In the middle of the altar sat a white-haired man, handsome, with his eyes closed, and a crimson sword floating in the air beside him and trembling.

The man opened his indifferent eyes and said, "It's time." Take him down. The man took out a box and threw it on the sword, only to see the long sword directly cut through the void and head towards the endless star field.

Below the mist, there is a small world floating, called the Pseudo Realm, where only tens of thousands of people live, and there is also a sect, called the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect, there are no mortals here, some are immortals, and almost all the top immortals of the world are gathered here.

In the depths of the sect, a white-haired old man opened his eyes, a pair of vicissitudes of life. The old man stepped on his feet and came to the air of the sect, and suddenly all the immortals flew below. The old man said softly: The seventeenth tear is about to fall, be prepared and must not appear like last time, if it is a spiritual thing, no matter what it is, you don't need to bring it back, kill it directly.

The old man looked upwards and said with a little sadness: Leave a thousand people to guard the tear device, five hundred people continue to look for people with good qualifications, and spread all the exercises that can be cultivated to the immortals, whether it is the demon and demon races, or the rest of the races, the rest of the people are scattered in the realm, waiting for the tears to come and find him back as quickly as possible.

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In a dark and misty star field, there is no one here, almost all of them are ghosts, the wind blows the fog and you can vaguely see the cities, and then look at the countless ghosts outside the city are shaking.

"Oh Mida Buddha, since you die, why bother to remember, why not return to the six realms of reincarnation" I saw an old monk say to the yin ghost.

"Buddhist bald donkey, if you want us to be reincarnated, you must first kill the people who slaughtered our star field, otherwise don't think about it," I saw countless yin spirits roaring and said.

The old monk closed his eyes and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, there is nothing the old man can do.

I saw countless ghosts rushing towards the old monk and shouting in unison: As long as she doesn't die, don't want to let us enter the six realms of reincarnation.

In the face of the countless unjust souls, the old monk slammed his staff to the ground, folded his hands, and chanted Nam Mu Amitabha Night, Dortaga Night, Dori Night, Amitabharvi, Amitabha, Amitabha, Amitabhi, Amitabha (Note: Afterlife Mantra). Suddenly, the Buddha's light shone, and the approaching yin souls scattered into a little dust, and countless yin souls rushed towards the old monk endlessly, not afraid of life and death.

Suddenly there was a little drizzle in the sky, and no one saw that a long crimson sword had just passed here, and only to see a box fall from the sword and disappear. The box was blown open by the wind when it was high in the air, and a crystal clear tear flowed from it, and a drizzle fell with it.

I saw that the tear slowly transformed into limbs and facial features, and finally turned into a human form and fell with the drizzle, and quietly closed his eyes and fell with the wind and rain without crying.

The old monk opened his eyes to look at the scattered ghosts, and then looked at the child who was about to fall with the drizzle in the distance, and caught the baby with only one breath, and the young baby opened his eyes and looked at the old monk.

"Child, you have a relationship with my Buddha, such a pure aura, you must have never killed any living beings in your previous life, I don't know why you came, but you will also be a kind-hearted person in the future," the old monk said while holding the baby.

"It's good that you'll kill me, old monk," said the baby's soft voice.

"Why, people are born to seek life, why do you ask for death," the old monk asked puzzled.

"Have you ever tasted eternal loneliness and no one to talk to you, have you ever tasted being chased as a plaything and only to escape, do you understand that you are born to die for the pain of death, and you can't escape the fate that you can't escape, so why don't I die early," the baby said as he looked at the old monk.

The old monk also looked at the baby in his arms and said softly: No. But there are infinite possibilities in life, and it may not be impossible to escape that fate. If you can't avoid it, why not cherish it now to see the prosperity of this world, mountains, rivers and plants.

"Yes" The baby smiled and said, "Old monk, are you here to surpass those Yin Souls?" I see that there are at least a trillion Yin Souls in this star field, and there are many ghosts and immortals with the same strength as you.

"This used to be a high-class star field, but that person, one person slaughtered the entire star field, I came here to wait for a rain, a rain that covers all the star fields, if that thing comes here, I will bring him back, if not, I will continue to spend the ghost here" The old monk closed his eyes and said.

The baby suddenly laughed more and more happily, pointed at the mist and said, "But aren't you afraid that they will kill you with their hands?

The old monk looked around and said Buddha and said: What are you afraid of them, I am a Buddhist, for countless years, because our Buddhists often persuade us, most of them have succeeded, but in the end, they became chasing us and fighting, so not to mention the escape of the kung fu we are the top.

The baby's eyes looked at him with contempt: It's nosy!

The old monk smiled and said: "Fellow Daoists, since you are already dead, why don't you enter the six realms of reincarnation, and I am a registered disciple of the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect, don't mess around."

The figure flickered in the mist, and in a blink of an eye, four ghost immortals appeared, one of which was a ghost immortal and said: The monk told me about the six realms of reincarnation, if I enter the six realms, will he dare to accept it?

"Oh Buddha Mita, don't be a fellow Daoist, I still have a baby to take care of, and there are many people who need the help of the old man... If you're okay, the old man will go first, and the old man's no trace will be good," the old monk nodded, and disappeared from the four ghost immortals.

"It's the first time, Ye," said a female ghost.

"It's the fifth time, leave him alone, he can do whatever he likes, just don't hit us, it's still an extraordinary time, he doesn't dare to mess around," the ghost fairy named Ye said.

"But that baby is weird enough to spot us..."