Dreaming of reincarnation for three hundred years, looking back at the mortal world and not being an immortal, only for the grace of rebirth today, and giving back to the source of life that he crossed over.

Three hundred years!

The Great Tribulation of the Spirit Realm lasted for three hundred years, and Feng Qingyang had been sitting here, and it was the first time in his life that he had meditated for such a long time, and he had even forgotten the years, let alone that the Spirit Realm was on the verge of destruction at this time.

One day, under the demon cliff, he suddenly stood up, and as he got up, a slight vibration broke the dust on the robe.

The eyebrows are clear, the clothes are better than the snow, and the face is still so beautiful, but if you look closely, you will find the hidden essence of the light, which is a kind of broken and standing, or - rebirth from the fire.

"The meaning of life is a reincarnation, no one can obtain eternal life, not even me - will not break this shackle!" subconsciously turned around and stared at the sky behind him.

The Nine Heavenly Palace, supreme, is infinitely close to the edge of the heaven in the spirit world, and he knows that at the very top, there is also a heavy heaven, where his nominal cheap master is located, and he has been studying from the other party for hundreds of years, and it seems that he has never had a one-sided relationship, and he is a little ashamed to think about it.

"Life and death, reincarnation, spring, summer, autumn and winter, isn't it a kind of reincarnation? If you want to break this kind of reincarnation, unless you transcend this cave world, otherwise, the great tribulation will still continue, but if you understand it in terms of reincarnation, isn't this a different kind of eternal life?"

After a short silence, Feng Qingyang suddenly raised his right hand, still erecting two fingers, feeling the surging Tianwei swallowed by the rotation of power, and the corners of his mouth showed a smile, a disdainful smile.

"Early Spring!" As soon as these words came out, the barren earth suddenly shook slightly, the ground rolled, the dust splashed, and there seemed to be countless monsters wriggling below.

His eyes flashed with essence, after his fingertips were together, he gently went down, and in an instant, a hazy drizzle fell from the sky, and the breeze gradually rose.

The crystal clear rain was like pearls, falling on the wriggling ground one by one, and the piercing sound of breaking the shell came, and behind him there was a bang, and a huge green lotus was born.

The three lotus leaves are exquisitely clear, exquisite, like living creatures, with the shaking of the lotus leaves, accompanied by the blowing wind, the sound of breaking the shell gradually fades, but what appears is that it is thousands of green mangs.

One-inch, two-inch, three-inch...... From the original sprout into a small seedling, don't say a hundred zhang, in his opinion, this house and the world have suddenly turned into green, into the eyes, the rich breath of life penetrates the spleen, like the initiation, the original resentment and sorrow are under this green, vanished in an instant.

"Yan Xia!" At the end, Feng Qingyang spoke again, not that he did what he said, but that he followed his own heart, and when he believed it, it was in fact true.

With all his mana running, he raised his foot and stepped down gently, and the rich scorching power spread out from his blood, blending into the soles of his feet, directly entering the earth below, spreading towards the desolation in all directions.

And at this moment, Feng Qingyang shook his whole body gently, as if he had slipped under his feet and almost fell, but after a while, Feng Qingyang stood up again, and the original seedlings bloomed in an instant, releasing a joy of growth.

The birth of this joy even affected the spirit of the wind and the clear air, and when he turned around, the two fingers that were put together swiped against the heavens and the earth, and a touch of stubbornness and strength flashed in his eyes.

"Cold Autumn!"

This finger is his persistence, his never giving up, but also his perseverance, and the arrogance of becoming the third will of the spiritual world.

The rumbling loud sound was endless, Tianwei was everywhere, and even the shadow of Tianwei was on the Nine Heavenly Palace, so that at the moment of the eruption, it turned into a strong wave and swept in all directions, the wind was clear and pale, but the stubbornness in his eyes was stronger.

After a hundred flowers bloomed, they suddenly withered, but at the moment of withering, a strong decay erupted, this decay surrounded Feng Qingyang's fingertips, and when he stood up again, his eyes had become cold from stubbornness.

"Midwinter!"

Thundered!

The sky collapsed, the entire Nine Heavenly Palace was trembling violently, and even the heavens and the earth were changing color, and the originally withered flowers were covered with ice, and it seemed that there was no vitality at all, but in fact, if you look closely, you will definitely notice the strangeness in it.

The crystal ice does not freeze the vitality of all things, but is like a dormant beast, quietly waiting for the past of the cold winter, cultivating and recuperating after sleeping, knowing that the new coming of early spring, the cycle of life and death, life and death, death is a new life, but also a new beginning.

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"Little junior brother, congratulations on waking up!" In the distant sky, there was a dull sound of a thousand deaths, he had always been so indifferent, this indifference, even if it was a clear wind, was a little ashamed.

And in fact, this is not the case, if you look closely, you will inevitably see that under that touch of indifference, the hidden joy, with the arrival of a thousand deaths, under the roar, the void once again appeared out of thin air countless streamers, and the long phantom pierced the sky, shuttling madly.

"Little junior brother, congratulations!" Lige said coldly, these disciples, the most similar to Qianyanli, is none other than Lige, the same powerful, the same cold, and even the same cold-faced enthusiasm.

"Little junior brother, Huzi and Jiuqiu came to say hello. In the rear, there was the sound of an urn and the sound of urn gas, Feng Qingyang turned around and looked, and happened to see Hu Zi and Jiuqiu coming from the sky, compared to the indifferent faces of the two senior brothers in front of them, their faces were much better, at least in Feng Qingyang's opinion, this was almost tears.

"Hah...... Little junior brother, senior sister has been waiting for you for a long time again, I originally thought that you had turned into wood, but now it seems that your wood has sprouted. Mo Qian smiled and grinned, stepping on a red cloud under her feet, which confirmed her already peerless appearance even more captivating.

"Qingyang!" In addition to the title of the little junior brother, there were two soft calls, which came in unison, Feng Qingyang's heart moved, but he saw that he didn't know that Qian Duoduo and Emperor Immortal were holding hands, and they came together.

"Aren't you in my dantian world?" Feng Qingyang muttered, but did not make a sound, his soft eyes stared at the two people who came forward, but suddenly shrank in an instant, and behind them, Gu Qianxun was looking at him nervously.

was about to speak, when two cross-sounds suddenly came from his ears again, and before he could react, he was tightly held in his arms, "Good brother, you finally woke up." ”