So What If You’ve Been Reborn? Chapter 385: Mijin

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Under the yellow spring, forget the journey to Sichuan.

Lingguo Zen Master put his palms together and said nothing, turning around like walking in a river.

In Shi Feng's eyes, the dark and turbid river was empty above the river, and Zen Master Lingguo seemed to have an invisible bridge under his feet, allowing him to smoothly walk into the thick fog on the other side of the river and gradually disappear.

"Six Paths of Reincarnation..."

Someone sighed long.

It was a vague figure. He was standing not far from Shi Feng, but because the soul was on the verge of disintegration, even Zen Master Lingguo ignored him, thinking that it was the soul around Shi Feng. Light.

"Are you familiar with the underworld?" Shi Feng asked casually.

"I have been here, ten thousand years ago."

The voice that came from the light and shadow was Xianjun Yu.

He smiled, and said to himself: "Unexpectedly, before he died, he would still be able to travel anywhere and revisit here."

All things and all souls are only the soul that has not been destroyed, and they have the opportunity to enter the six reincarnations. It is hard to say that the gods.

They crossed the catastrophe and soared, breaking free from the first yoke of heaven, and at the same time they lost many opportunities. Those who died in the immortal world may not have an afterlife.

If you are a person born in the fairy world, you don't even have to think about it, born in the fairy world, and return to the earth.

Xianjun Yu——No, Lingxian Tianzun is a born fairy.

"If the fairy king wants to win the house, he will go to the world now, there is still time." Shi Feng said lightly.

"No, I'm like a residual fire barely born in the embers. I have had enough to survive the lingering days."

Yu Xianjun's vague figure, separated into thin strands of white silk, constantly losing.

He can't leave the Wangchuan River too far away. The place where he stands is also the veins of the earth. He is like a person deep in quicksand, and soon the sand will swallow him all.

In this accident, the quicksand rushed into another waterway, unscrupulously looking at other people's sites, and when they had seen enough, the quicksand would return to the fairy world.

In fact, Shi Feng was able to walk to the side of Wangxiang City smoothly, which was still Yu Xianjun's guidance.

When Chen He was aware of the earth veins, Shenhun suddenly cut contact with him, and Shi Feng didn't even think about it, so he chased him up.

The ghost domain of Huangquan, the ghost is floating, it is difficult for the fairy to distinguish the path here.

"The netherworld of the small world at the beginning of the floating period is the only place that immortals can enter, the closest place to the Six Paths of Reincarnation. I didn't know the reason before, but now suddenly, it turns out that it was transformed from the last immortal world."

Xianjun Yu's voice is not slow or ill, and he walks leisurely, as if he is outing.

"Back then, I was able to create the Heaven-Sending Spiritual Art, good fortune yin and yang, facing the six reincarnations, but for a long time."

"The undead, can't you see Naihe Bridge?" Shi Feng stopped. He saw many white ghosts wandering **** the river. Their figures swayed, and some even stumbled into the river.

"It is said that the deeper the burden of cause and effect, the narrower the bridge deck, making it difficult to pass."

Yu Xianjun sighed, and then laughed at himself: "My guilt, don't talk about the Naihe Bridge, I am afraid that the Forgotten River dries up, and I will not be able to make it. The creation of the law in the past was precisely because I was worried that the natural immortal would not enter the cycle The opportunity of my life is good now. I go around and die, but I see it away."

Shi Feng did not see Chen He next to Sanshengshi.

He doesn't know where Junior Brother has gone.

The ghosts and ghosts hid in fear, afraid to approach.

"The front is Wangxiangcheng, oh, but it has changed a lot." Yu Xianjun was a little surprised.

Ten thousand years ago, the world in the early days of the floating world was still an ancient land, with tribes and ethnic groups everywhere.

Even the most prominent royal city is made of bricks made from dried soil. There is no veranda with carved beams and painted eaves. It is just a loess city blessed with monks' talisman and a stone gate. The slightly decent buildings are all major sects in the cultivation world, and there are ruins of the fairy palace that even monks can't tell their origins.

What scale could Wangxiang City have at that time?

"It seems someone is eyeing us--" Yu Xianjun said suddenly.

Dozens of ink-like things flew out in front of Shi Feng’s eyes, headlessly buckled down, and ghosts and wolves howling, the strange sound of knives scratching on the bronze, and the boundless yin madness Rushed.

"Hmph, you immortals, make waves forever! You dare to walk into Guimenguan and cross Huangquan Road. Today I will give you some color! Come on!"

Shu Feng didn't even lift his eyes, and brushed away the strong Yin Qi at will.

The people outside were taken aback.

"What's the matter, doesn't it mean that immortals get headaches when they hear these ghosts crying? There is also Yin Qi...Hey! The black water that you collected from the melting of the Forgotten Spirits, shouldn't it be shoddy? Something!"

"Kacha! Boy, do you say it again?"

"Crack! Do you dare to question my Ninety-Nine Brother?"

The attackers seemed to be fighting inwardly. Shi Feng stepped out of the black smoke-covered area, and he saw that the roof, the roadside, the front, back, left and right were all surrounded by blue cancer, all of them had shiny back armors, shiny and smooth. Great sapphire.

Pinch the jagged pliers and stare.

Two pairs of eyes, the crabs are still not doing well, the vigorous monk standing on the eaves rolled straight down.

Fortunately, ghosts are not afraid of breaking their legs, nor smashing their foreheads-the monk who got up from the blue crab shell embarrassedly, his face is more scary than those white shadow ghosts, and he tremblingly said:

"Venerable! I, I didn't know it was the Venerable! Otherwise, I won't come."

Shi Feng thought for a while following his memory, then slowly said: "Tong Xiaozhen?"

The monk was completely kneeling on the ground and couldn't get up. Originally, he wanted to say a few words to confuse him. After all, for Tong Xiaozhen, the brother of Venerable Liyan had also met with the Mirage back then.

Although Tong Xiaozhen was in the world of comprehension later, Shi Feng had already soared.

Why would a big man like Shi Feng remember him as a reseller of spirit stones!

Tong Xiaozhen's face was crying. Of course he didn't know. Shi Feng had heard Chen He mention Tong Xiaozhen, that Venerable Li Yan's previous life Deli had four people, and it was strange that Shi Feng would remember it wrong.

"You are here..." Shi Feng thought of Bai Centipede and Luo Jingshu from the fairy world, and met Tong Xiaozhen in the underworld, and he naturally asked, "Where is Zhan Yuanqiu?"

At this time, a person walked out of Wangxiangcheng, and his soul was condensed perfectly. Although he was a ghost, he was full of breeze and bright moon. He was as extraordinary as Qiongzhi and Yushu, with a white feather crown and light Luo Yun shoes. It is like bringing a clear stream of Xiangshui in Dongting, and the bright moon under the bridge in Yangzhou on the left of the river, to the dead zone of Huangquan.

Tong Xiaozhen took the opportunity to get away, and he didn't care about the crab very unscrupulously.

Zhan Yuanqiu put away the folding fan in his hand, and bowed his hand respectfully and gracefully: "Senior Shi Feng, I haven't seen him for many years."

"You haven't crossed the robbery?"

"The juniors don't want to become immortals." Zhan Yuanqiu hesitated and laughed, "Actually, I was planning to become immortals in my next life, but troubles ensue and trap me here."

Shi Feng thought of Huanjian.

Zhan Yuanqiu didn't hide it. Seeing Shi Feng hesitated, he immediately said: "These years...while I was still alive, a fairy came to the gate of the ghost and wanted to see me."

Of course, you can't see the people who are not dead, but let the ghosts and the ghosts in the official robe have the benefits of the immortals. Wangxiangcheng seems to have more distinctions between high and low, and those who are favored by immortals gradually have their eyes higher than the top.

If it weren't for Wangxiangcheng, where the ghosts came and went, the changes would be too great, and I'm afraid they would split their regimes.

"The only thing in the world that cannot be blocked by life and death is trouble." Zhan Yuanqiu smiled bitterly.

When he said this, Zhan Yuanqiu couldn't help but glance at the group of crabs.

Most of the monsters were reborn immediately, but these guys with teeth and claws crawled into their graves and plausibly said that their cultivation base Yuan Ying was about to die, and they came here to bury them.

——Who wants this kind of funeral? !

The group of dragon crabs is huge, but it is less than five hundred to practice spiritually.

After Zhan Yuanqiu's death, the dragon crabs that died naturally were also stopped by the "buried brothers", and the team was expanded carelessly to listen to Zhan Yuanqiu's orders.

There was a depressed emperor in the world who was buried with thousands of terracotta warriors. When he entered the township, he stepped on paper money in the sky and held a pile of clay figurines who reached Huangquan and was crabbed by dragons. They laughed at them.

The ghost of the emperor’s arrogance was thunderous with anger, and with the sacrifices burned in the world, he looked for monks all over the city to deal with these overbearing guys. Finally, I heard that the crab is the "chief of the devil" and "comprehension." The funeral of "the world's first person" was helpless.

Zhan Yuanqiu guessed Shi Feng's strength in his heart: "What happened in the fairy world, I asked myself nothing worthy of the fairy world..."

"Are you Yuan Qingmi's apprentice?" Yu Xianjun suddenly said.

"Who is this god?"

Zhan Yuanqiu didn't overlook Yuxianjun, but it was not appropriate to greet him rashly. Now he is polite and inquiring.

Xianjun Yu replied to what was not asked: "Maybe someone knows your identity and wants to be kind to you, but they still owe Yuan Qingmi for the cause and effect."

Zhan Yuanqiu was confused and asked instinctively: "Yuan Qingmi?"

"Venerable Huanjian."

"..."

Zhan Yuanqiu wants to say that his master is not called Xiang Wanchun, but there are many mysteries in the master of Black Abyss Valley, Venerable Huanjian. He also knew it back then, so he asked with a headache: "So I need to be unlucky, let others help me , And then they paid off the debt they owed my master? What is the cause and effect, if not, it will be very serious?"

It's very serious, which means that the immortals can't do anything to Yuan Cheng Tianzun who is holding an immortal weapon.

Shi Feng considered it for a moment. Although the matter was complicated, Xing Litian and Zhan Yuanqiu would obviously suffer a big loss if they didn't know, so he said straightforwardly: "Venerable Huanjian is actually a fairy."

***

The sound of water has no end.

The ghosts were crying and struggling on the invisible bridge, wanting to walk to the other side, Chen Heman glanced at them carelessly.

Li Yan once wanted to come to Huangquan, and wanted to go to Wangchuan to find the person who hadn't crossed Naihe Bridge.

Chen He didn’t stay in Wangxiangcheng because he didn’t want to think about one thing: Even if the way of heaven didn’t look back in time, when he was able to cross the catastrophe and become immortal and try to get down to the Yellow Spring, the person Li Yan was looking for would not be here. Up.

Where are you going to look for as soon as you enter reincarnation?

After Wangchuan, he is no longer that Shi Feng.

That would be such a terrible game of chess, I'm afraid Li Yan will force Tiandao back in time. Chen He stretched out his hand and stroked his forehead, and he felt his soul throbbing, as if his brother was beside him.

——Could it be that Huang Quan’s yin air is at work?

The ground pulse is guiding him, pulling him back.

"Brother?"

Chen He turned his head, foggy, and couldn't see anything.