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Ye Ting understood the principle of this curse, and all the memories of the tenth life were absorbed, and every time he was reincarnated, because of the curse on this reincarnation disk, his soul was injured and a part of it was divided.

Reincarnation, no matter where it is invested, the qualifications will always get lower and lower.

Every time he dies, the memories of the previous life are collected, and he is muddy, and after ten lives, this last life cannot be reincarnated, because the power of the reincarnation disk is consumed, and it disintegrates in the curse and turns into mud. In this way, the soul of his own realm of virtual realm and difficulty is trapped in the mud.

The power of the dragon was originally not enough to destroy the tenth reincarnation disk, just because this was the last life, and the tenth reincarnation disk was close to collapse. The dragon was unlucky and wanted his soul, but let the tenth reincarnation disk disintegrate in advance.

The power of cause and effect is entangled, not to mention that Jiaolong is a demon in the realm of Jiedan, even if it is a monk in the realm of the void, he can't escape. However, if there is no dragon to appear, when he dies in this life, his soul will not be able to reunite.

Confused, unaware.

The disintegration of the tenth reincarnation disk became faster and faster, and Ye Ting remembered the past and knew that his master had fallen. Kunlun taught the white-headed sword immortal and self-destructed Kunlun. That was what he knew when he was reincarnated in his first life, but in that life, he didn't know that it was Ye Shenjun's reincarnation, but he threw himself into Buddhism.

The soul is complete, the memory is restored, Ye Ting's seven emotions and five senses are no longer missing, and he is sad and inexplicable for a while.

If it weren't for the covetousness of the tenth reincarnation disk, he would have grabbed it, and the Fengshen Platform would have been built. Shizun doesn't have to die, Kunlun is the same door, and he doesn't have to flee.

The entire reincarnation disk quickly turned into silt, and Ye Ting's soul fell into the silt. The power of cause and effect was entangled, although it couldn't help the complete Void Realm soul, but it deprived Ye Tinghui's memory of the slightest.

This change was not expected even by Buddhism. Stripping away the memory, Ye Ting's soul became clearer and clearer. The power of cause and effect entangled in the soul could not contaminate his soul, but only tore the memories of those ten lifetimes. This process is more painful than splitting the soul.

Those memories were torn out, Ye Ting became a bystander, and his sadness gradually disappeared.

The soul of the dragon died, and on the Red River, the three people standing on the back of the dragon were unprepared, and the huge body of the dragon treading the water smashed into the Red River, and Wolf Creek drew his knife and inserted a knife into the gap in the dragon's scale armor to fix himself. His left hand grabbed Xinjun suddenly, and his right foot hooked Longyin, trying to speak, but the river poured in, rushing him to cough, and he had to barely hold his breath.

But how long can this last? The river is cold to the bone, and there are not many water demons in this red river, and when the breath of the dragon's death spreads, those monsters will pounce on them and eat the three of them.

Wolf Creek thought that he would die, and he didn't let go of it immediately, he silently thought in his heart: Ye Ting, I'm sorry, I wasted the opportunity you exchanged for your life.

In the Dragon Control City, in a cold iron hall. A dozen monks were watching a man with long dark red hair, a purple robe, and a pair of hands refining a copper shield.

Jiaolong Fang died, and the red-haired middle-aged monk sensed it, and he didn't see any movement from him, and the whole person had turned into red brilliance and flew out of the cold iron hall, leaving the copper shield that was being refined. The onlookers were inexplicable, the red-haired monk fell on the head of the city, and when he saw the corpse of the dragon sinking into the water, he was not surprised or happy, as soon as he reached out his hand, he grabbed the chain that locked the dragon and pulled it hard.

The huge dragon body was pulled out of the waves of the Red River by the red-haired monk, and it actually broke through the water and flew up.

There was a loud bang, and the dragon's corpse fell on the city wall.

The disciples of Dragon Control City, who were patrolling the city in the distance, exclaimed, and it took a long time to come back to their senses, and they came forward to pay their respects, calling them the city lord. The red-haired monk said, "Send this dragon to the Xuanyin Palace, I'm still useful." ”

The dragon protecting the city died inexplicably, and these disciples were originally frightened and uneasy in their hearts, worried that the city lord would send a punishment, and they were relieved to hear that the city lord did not mean to blame.

Ye Ting's soul didn't struggle, the mud blocked the connection between his soul and body, even if he could control the physical body, this body was too weak. And the memory was stripped away little by little, and this pain made Ye Ting have no strength to resist.

It would be great if his Time Sword hadn't been destroyed, as long as the power of his divine consciousness could be controlled, a trace of true qi the size of a needle tip could be driven.

Ye Ting still has no fear at this moment, but this time, it is not because of his broken soul, but because his state of mind is stable, even if it is an eternal reincarnation, Ye Ting just looks at it calmly, waiting for the opportunity.

The memories that were pulled out were like bubbles, rolling in the mud and not floating. The power of cause and effect in the mud squeezed the bubbles, and Ye Ting's memory was compressed, but it could not be eroded. The bubbles get smaller and smaller, and eventually slowly turn into a solid state.

The memories of the previous two lives gradually turned into blue-gold grains of sand, and the number was huge. In these two lives, Ye Ting has a realm equivalent to a catastrophe in the virtual realm. The memories of the third and fourth lives were only dark gold, and in these two lives, Ye Ting's cultivation was barely breaking through the infant realm, but he couldn't survive a disaster.

In the fifth and sixth lives, Ye Ting's memories were pale golden, and in these two lives, he was only at the level of the four tribulations of the infant realm.

In the seventh and eighth lives, Ye Ting's memories turned into silver grains of sand, and in these two lives, his qualifications were even worse, but he had only cultivated to the end of the Dan.

The memory of the ninth generation, turned into bronze-colored sand grains, built the foundation of the Great Perfection, and the level of the twelve-story building.

In the tenth life, memories are compressed into black iron-colored grains of sand.

As his memories were compressed into solid grains of sand, Ye Ting could no longer recall those pasts, and no matter how hard his soul tried, he could only watch the mud take away this qiē.

With the loss of memory, Ye Ting's soul became more and more pure. Suddenly, a blue light flew from outside the purple mansion, fell into the mud, and turned into a cyan seed. Ye Ting had already prepared, the change happened, and he didn't care whether it was a trap or not, his soul writhed hard, and he burrowed into the cyan seed.

The soul was hidden in this kind of thing, the mud boiled, and the power of cause and effect was entwined layer by layer, wanting to search for Ye Ting's soul, but he couldn't enter it. Ye Ting gasped, he had forgotten the origin of these silts, he only knew that these muds were depriving him of the memories of his previous life.

In his previous life, he was a Taoist cultivator and built a six-story building.

The time for the cyan seed to come was a little late, and the memory of Ye Ting's tenth life was only the last ten years, and it was still a little incomplete. But it's not too late, if this cyan seed is a little bit later, Ye Ting will even start to deprive him of the memories of this life.

Syllable!

Ye Ting was frightened when he heard the sound of the seeds cracking, but then he realized that the seeds had sprouted!

germination, rooting, stemming, scattering leaves, flowering......

No, it's just a flower bone, Ye Ting's soul is contained in the flower bone. This is a cyan lotus, Ye Ting's divine sense, can come and go freely in the lotus.

However, he still can't control the physical body, and there is silt outside the green lotus, blocking the way for Ye Ting to control the physical body. Ye Ting's heart moved slightly, and together with the thoughts of controlling his body, the lotus root under the green lotus grew white silk threads, penetrating the silt, and came to the edge of the Purple Mansion Zhihai, and easily broke the barrier.

Ye Ting's throat let out **, and he instantly returned to his normal state.

It's good that you're not dead!

Ye Ting opened his eyes and saw a tent with gorgeous tassels. Lie on the bed by yourself, not in the belly of the dragon. The tent was filled with the smell of medicine, and he wanted to sit up, but a slight movement of getting up brought severe pain all over his body.

Jiaolong destroyed the internal meridians of his body, and the surface of his skin was also burned.

"Wake up, wake up!" said a boy's voice. Ye Ting didn't dare to turn his head to look, the skin on his neck was dry and hard, and there were many small wounds.

"Noise, go and ask the master. Ye Ting heard the girl's voice, the voice was soft and glutinous, just listening to the voice, he felt a slight sweetness, which made people's hearts soften.

Then, Ye Ting saw a pair of beautiful eyes, came to him, and pasted them very close. The eyes were crooked, dark and bright, blinking under a pair of fine eyebrows.

"Where is this?" Ye Ting reluctantly spoke, finding that his voice was hoarse, and his throat originally looked like it was on fire, but now it was more like it was being cut by a knife.

"Dragon City, of course. The eyes were smiling, and even the eyebrows were bent down.

"I ......"

Ye Ting's mouth was held down fiercely. Ye Ting felt that half of his face was about to be crushed by this hand, and tears could not be contained.

The girl's voice was gentle: "Don't speak, you're still hurt." ”

Ye Ting thought to himself, you should let go of your hand, if you don't let go, I will be suffocated to death. The girl's hands were flattened even in his nostrils, her mouth couldn't get air, and her lungs felt like they were soaking in a pan of oil.

"Hey, what are you crying about?" the girl's hand pressed tighter, and said anxiously: "You are still seriously injured, too excited is not good for your health!"

"Yang'er, don't mess around, he's your junior brother. The red-haired monk's voice came from outside the door.

The girl let go, but said in her mouth: "Oh, I'm really clumsy, look at ......" Saying that, she wiped away Ye Ting's tears with both hands, and Ye Ting felt that her face was going to be wiped off completely.

The girl was still smiling, her face blooming like a flower. Ye Ting's heart was cold, she did it on purpose!

When the red-haired monk came to Ye Ting's bed, the girl stopped and stood with her hands tied, looking very well-behaved beside the city lord. She turned to the side, looked at the red-haired monk, and asked with a somewhat coquettish look, "Master, didn't you say that you would only accept me as an apprentice?

The red-haired monk's smile was a little indulgent, he stroked the girl's long hair, and said, "I didn't say that only you were accepted, but the previous disciples were all killed by you." ”

The girl lowered her eyes, tears were dripping, she pulled the master's sleeve, and she didn't speak, just this appearance made people feel pity.

"Okay Yang'er, this junior brother is different. ”

"What's the difference!" the girl glared at Ye Ting viciously, and at this moment, Ye Ting felt a little relieved. It's better to be angry than a smiling tiger.

"This child, as a teacher, will personally teach him skills, and he will ...... in the future It's to leave Fengzhou. ”

The girl's eyebrows gave birth to a hint of anger.

The red-haired monk pressed his palm on Ye Ting's forehead, and a cool breath poured in, spreading throughout his body, Ye Ting felt that all the injuries on his body had stopped, and the red-haired monk's hand was not taken away, and under the operation of True Yuan, the injuries in Ye Ting's body were repaired. At the same time, he said to Ye Ting: "I am Yu Wenxuan, the lord of the Dragon City, Ye Ting, are you willing to worship me as a teacher?" (The novel "Demon Gate Authenticity" will have more fresh content on the official WeChat platform, and there will be a 100% lottery gift for everyone!Open WeChat now, click on the "+" sign in the upper right corner "Add Friends", search for the official account "qdread" and follow, hurry up!)