Perfect double undercover

Chapter 219 A Different Beginning

Three months have passed.

The burning of samsara is still going on, no one knows when the flame of space will burn, as if it will never go out.

However, with the burning, there are still countless space-time avenue runes descending on the sky, and the amount is extremely considerable, like the Nine Heavens Milky Way, rumbling down, supplementing the world tripod and the time fire.

It can be vaguely seen that the young man's body has long since melted, and his bones, flesh and blood have all disappeared. In the entire cauldron, there is only a hazy cauldron of boiling water steaming.

With the surge of the water splash, you can see the countless runes inside it, as well as the dense order lines.

Even in the cauldron, there was no breath of life at all, as if the young man had died, had failed in training, had completely transformed into the Dao in the cauldron, and disappeared into the world.

This is natural, not to mention a small repair, even if it is an empty way, it will undoubtedly die. Not everyone can touch the big time and space, and if it is ignited by it, even if it has the most heaven-defying talent, it will also die.

"Failed?"

The Immortal King of Samsara frowned. If it was another person, he would have died long ago, but that little guy's soul is still there, but in a special state.

However, just when he had this idea, the galaxy of time and space that had been hanging down on the curtain for three months slowly began to fade, gradually disappearing, as if it had lost the traction of others, and would not come again.

The big tripod is still standing on a hexagonal reincarnation altar that looks like an enlarged reincarnation plate. The water inside is still boiling, and one bubble after another is constantly emerging, as if one big world after another is exploding. The scene is very mysterious and strange.

The Immortal King of Samsara stood in front of the tripod, looked at the altar of the Six Paths of Samsara under it, rubbed his chin with one hand, and kept thinking. After a while, he suddenly smiled and said, "Actually, Samsara and time and space are mutually related. Yes, they can complement each other, you already know this.

Therefore, you chose here for your own transformation, so as to carry out a reincarnation that is not a reincarnation. "

Sure enough, as his words fell, the Altar of Six Paths of Reincarnation suddenly shook, emitting a very strange light. Along with the time, light and rain and the emergence of six cosmic black holes, the scenes of the six scenes also began to flash.

Grass withers, birth, old age, sickness and death, and the collapse of the universe. These three simple pictures include all things, all spirits, and the world.

In the other three black holes, images are also flashing, the light of primordial light illuminates the chaos, the world is being opened up, all things are recovering, and all spirits are reappearing.

This is a reincarnation, all spirits and all things go to the world.

The six black holes rotate in rotation, bursting with six mighty powers. From each black hole, ancient runes rush out, and they turn into six beams of flames, burning towards the cauldron.

In the first three months, I used myriad worlds as a cauldron and years as fire to burn my own body, my impurities, and other superfluous things, so that I could return to a special state. It can be said that I am dead, but I can also say that I am dead. Said not dead.

Now, with the cauldron of ten thousand realms as the furnace, time as the water, and samsara as the fire, it is incinerating and boiling the great medicine for the human body. With the power of samsara, it recovers from the dead state and begins to transform against the sky.

This is a very daring act. First burn, then cook, first die and then reborn. This is like a reincarnation, because the little guy has to complete the transformation in one go, completely reborn.

The idea is really unconstrained and bold, and he can't help but secretly sigh that young people in this era are really hardworking.

If reincarnation can't wake up the little guy, the other party will really die. If the little guy can't bear the burning, there will be no subsequent cooking. It is impossible to do it with someone else.

This is a unique path that cannot be replicated, because others do not have the incomparably weird talent for time and space, let alone directly pull the big time and space down, not even the Gu clan.

As time passed day by day, the fire of reincarnation was still burning, and with him around, there was no possibility of it being extinguished, and even the six beams of flames were enlarged by him on his own initiative.

However, within that, there are endless runes shining, countless lines shining, they are intertwined and merged together, with a fist-sized space-time villain as the center, unexpectedly forming a child-like figure frame.

The villain closed his eyes and seemed to be in a deep sleep. This is the soul of the little guy. He has never died, but has fallen into a special state. ability.

In other words, this ability is bestowed by the primordial spirit, not the physical body.

A month has passed, and changes have been taking place in the cauldron. Even the physical body has been rebuilt. The whole body is spotless and extremely clean. Sitting cross-legged in the cauldron, it is only five or six years old, like a cute Little Zhengtai is full of vitality, and his blood is extremely amazing.

However, the next moment, something happened to the little guy. There were densely packed small wounds all over his body, like a net of countless stripes, covering every corner of the opponent's body.

At the same moment, strands of white fairy light emerged from the cracks, each strand was very thin, and some were even difficult to see clearly.

However, after they appeared, they all began to converge, and finally, above the little guy's head, formed a misty fairy aura as thick as a thumb.

It is very strange, as if there are countless rhizomes, rooted in the countless cracks on the surface of the body, as if it is nourishing the flesh, and it seems that the flesh is feeding it back.

"This is... Shiqi?"

"Shi Qi should not be able to manifest, that's why the last three realms will appear..." The Immortal King of Samsara was surprised, but he didn't think it was impossible.

After all, there are many weird things in the world, and if they haven't happened, it doesn't mean it's impossible. Just like his way of reincarnation, there are immortal kings who believe in reincarnation, but there are also many immortal kings who don't believe in reincarnation at all.

Another month has passed, and the blood in the little guy's body is more vigorous, like a sea of ​​blood, and like a big furnace of divine energy, rumbling, making the entire world's time and space avenues resonate.

This is not relying on the primordial spirit, but the fluctuation of the physical body's dao rhyme alone, which produces this effect, which means that this little guy has successfully transformed.

This kind of effect should be terrible. Others are just cultivating the Dao, but this little guy directly turns the whole person into a Dao seed.

Even the immortal energy on the top of the opponent's head has grown stronger for more than a few circles, it is as thick as an arm, as if it has grown to the extreme, and at the top of it, a hazy avenue flower bloomed, which is simply unique, because This is the performance of the true god period.

Another month has passed, and the burning time has been three months. If you count the three months of burning, it has actually been half a year.

At this time, the fire of reincarnation has receded, cracks have appeared in the Great Cauldron of Myriad Realms, and even the water stains inside have completely disappeared. There is only a flawless little boy in the entire cauldron, and an ethereal hazy fairy on top of his head. gas.

However, the strange thing is that the fairy energy has undergone another change, as if it has undergone an unprecedented transformation, the flower of the avenue blooms, and inside it, sits a vague figure that seems to have transcended time and space.

Can't see through, can't guess, can't be deduced, as if it doesn't exist in the long river of time, and doesn't seem to exist in all the ancient history of the world, misty, mysterious and aloof, even the reincarnation fairy king can't help but Look frequently.

"How are you feeling? Are you feeling unwell?"

(End of this chapter)