Read the file to cultivate immortality

How much courage does a person have to dare to swing a sword to kill himself?

Even if he has the ability to reload the game, the great fear between life and death will make even a person who has died 10,000 times panic in his heart.

However, when there is no choice, when death becomes the only way to survive.

Then Zhuo Bufan is willing to make a choice and commit suicide to reload the game!

…

"I didn't expect that I would still take this path in the end."

Zhuo Bufan looked at the three reload doors in front of him calmly. This was the first time he took the initiative to come to this space.

"Huh? Why did the name of the second reload door disappear?"

Just when Zhuo Bufan was about to express his feelings, he suddenly found that the name of the second door of the save door disappeared and became blank.

The original name on it should be "dormitory", which is a save that happened in the future of "nameless mountain".

"So that's it. When I chose the previous reload, the future save no longer exists. After all, going back to the past will change the future. The power of time paradox."

After figuring out the principle of the three save doors, he walked to the first save door again.

Then he pushed open the door!

Buzz buzz buzz buzz...

...

Opening his eyes again, familiar sunshine, familiar air, familiar scenery...

Looking up at the sky, the round and burning eyes pierced his eyes. Zhuo Bufan's eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes were full of determination.

This time, Zhuo Bufan did not call Xiaomei to protect him.

He needed to prepare for the next entry into the sun more attentively. Time was limited, and he didn't want to die again.

"No one will succeed easily. It takes hardships to become an immortal."

"Come on!"

When the time came, Zhuo Bufan inserted a calming incense, then silently closed his eyes, calling in his heart: "Soul, leave the body!"

When the soul left the body and was exposed to the scorching sun, the burning pain, as usual, swarmed in.

But this time, Zhuo Bufan didn't even give himself time to adapt to the discomfort. The moment the soul left the body, he raised his hands to the sky.

"Juyang!"

Swish!

A pure yang descended from the sky and poured into the sky. Compared with the previous pain, it was a hundred times and a thousand times more painful.

It was like countless sharp knives stabbed into his head. The hot, spicy, sour, painful and various feelings began to destroy Zhuo Bufan's soul.

"Uh uh uh uh..."

Zhuo Bufan was humming, and his mouth spit out rolling waves of heat.

Under the shaping of the pure yang, the black soul began to have blurred facial features and skin, hair and clothes.

It was like an incarnation of Zhuo Bufan, slowly taking shape.

When his soul opened his eyes, it seemed to see the jade maidens in the sky, the asuras and yakshas, ​​the gods and Buddhas in the sky, and the ancient sages.

Hearing the battle, the jade bed, the roar of dragons and snakes, and the thunder and lightning.

He also smelled the fragrance of flowers, the stench of rotting corpses, the burning rosemary, and the poisonous gas.

He also tasted the sourness of green fruits, the sweetness of sweet springs, the bitter medicine, and the nature of ginger and cinnamon.

All kinds of perceptions, illusions, saliva in the mouth, and locusts flying past made Zhuo Bufan's soul feel a kind of comfort he had never experienced before.

It was like a breeze supporting the body, floating in the air, stirring the soul, intoxicating, and becoming more powerful.

Unconsciously, Zhuo Bufan could no longer feel the pain of the Yin soul being exposed to the sun.

Or, his soul had already left the level of the Yin God and reached the real Yang.

"Success!"

When the tranquilizing incense was completely burned out, the ray of pure Yang disappeared between heaven and earth.

Only to see a soul sitting on Zhuo Bufan's head, who looked exactly like him and dressed in the same way.

There was a faint golden light surrounding his outline, and under the sunlight, he could not feel any discomfort at all.

Zhuo Bufan, successfully entered the Yang.

"The soul returned to its place."

Zhuo Bufan returned to his soul as soon as possible, and then saved the file immediately. The door to save the file was the second door that no longer had a save file.

After the save was completed, Zhuo Bufan felt the growth of his soul again, and he was extremely ecstatic.

"They will be here on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month. Strike while the iron is hot and comprehend the spell."

Zhuo Bufan did not give himself any time to rest.

Now that his soul has been trained to the third level, he can't wait to summon the spell.

In his mind, he recalled the various concepts about "light is both a particle and a wave", and felt the true meaning of the existence of light.

Zhuo Bufan has demonstrated this process in his mind for no less than dozens of times, and soon he felt the call of the unknown spell.

This time, his soul was not blocked at all, and opened the door of truth unimpeded.

From the door of truth, a spell flew out impatiently, and was deeply imprinted in Zhuo Bufan's soul.

Buzz buzz buzz...

At that moment, Zhuo Bufan's soul felt the power of this spell - the clone of light.

Zhuo Bufan sat on the stone platform without moving. When he activated the spell, layers of golden light were continuously released from his body, wrapping his body tightly.

Then, a clone that looked exactly like Zhuo Bufan overlapped with his body, creating a double image.

That was not Zhuo Bufan's soul. It did not have any self-awareness, or it was not under any control of Zhuo Bufan.

After Zhuo Bufan melted a ray of his soul into the clone, the clone actually stood up from the ground.

"Wow, smelly, why did you become two?"

Before Zhuo Bufan had time to show his surprise, Xiaomei flew out of the plum blossom seal and looked at Zhuo Bufan's clone in front of her in great shock.

"Isn't it amazing?"

The extraordinary will can control various behaviors and actions of the clone.

When the clone spoke, Xiaomei was startled.

"The old thief on Shangxing Road gave this spell a name, called Light and Shadow."

"Light and Shadow, Shadow of Light, is indeed a good name."

Zhuo Bufan believed that although Shang Xingdao did not make any contribution to the birth of this spell, he at least came up with a good name, which saved Zhuo Bufan the trouble of thinking of a name.

Thus, a brand new spell, the Light and Shadow Talisman, was born on this sunny day, on this desolate and secluded nameless mountain top.

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"Someone is coming, hide for a while."

There was no time to celebrate, Zhuo Bufan asked Xiaomei to hide in the plum blossom seal.

At the same time, he took back his light clone. Sitting quietly on the stone platform, waiting for the arrival of a group of them on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month.

This time, he didn't think about avoiding it. Because next is the crucial moment.

"It's time to start taking revenge."

When he recalled what the old thief from Shangxingdao had done, the resentment in Zhuo Bufan's heart burned like a raging fire again.

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Doesn't anyone like an old profiteer? The old profiteer didn't do anything life-and-death to the protagonist, right? Are you going to commit suicide and read files just because you suffered a little loss? What's more, the protagonist has not suffered any loss from the old profiteer so far. Help the protagonist to open up the Yin God, give the protagonist various divine soul skills, give the protagonist a mysterious spirit sword, and guide the protagonist into the talisman to improve his cultivation. It can be said that without Chu Mubai, the protagonist would not be able to grow so fast. And the protagonist gets far more than he pays. Has no one ever suspected that Chu Mubai was a trap set by me?