The Ancient Emperor of Fantasy

But even if the source is at a loss, Qin Xuan at this time is not an ordinary person above the prehistoric can afford to provoke de!

He still has the same level of invincible strength, even if he pulls the arrogance above the Big Dipper, in the decisive battle of life and death, it is unknown who will win and who will lose.

At the same time, without the strong constitution of the Innate Holy Body Dao Embryo to rely on, Qin Xuancai was really able to experience his own enlightened Tao - reincarnation during this period of time!

What is reincarnation, is it really the reincarnation of the soul that Shi said in his previous life?

During the time when he and Duan De were looking for the Black Emperor, Qin Xuan had been thinking about a question.

He thought of the Meng Po soup in his previous life, the king of hell, the underworld, and the ox head and horse noodles!

In the end, all these were denied by him one by one. They were only the bearers of the underworld, and could only be counted as part of the reincarnation, not the entire reincarnation.

In other words, the underworld is just the manager of reincarnation, not the creator.

Then the question arises, who created reincarnation, and how to make reincarnation appear in the world?

Could the blood-stained figure seen at the time of the calamity be the founder of reincarnation?

It's a pity that he failed. He didn't let Samsara appear in the world, so his blood stained the years and ruined the Samsara created by him!

Waiting alone, is it me who is waiting?

In other words, I am a part of reincarnation, and I am the afterlife in reincarnation that that person hopes!

Duan De looked at Qin Xuan who was sitting quietly on the ground not far away, and his body was changing back and forth between life and death. He felt a kind of taboo from Qin Xuan's body. To control yourself, you must surrender to Qin Xuan's thoughts.

At this time, Qin Xuan, in Duan De's eyes, was like a god who sat in front of endless years, thinking that he did not belong to this world, and even wanted to subvert the taboos of this world.

Qin Xuan didn't know what he was thinking at this time (bbea), he was still thinking about what reincarnation was!

What is reincarnation?

A causal bond?Alternative longevity?

These are also denied by him, cause and effect can disappear with the end of one's life!But reincarnation will not, the end of life is precisely the beginning of reincarnation!

Immortal?Immortal life, how can we talk about reincarnation!Because reincarnation is destined to set foot on life and death!

With a flash of inspiration, Qin Xuan thought of the Supreme Daoist Li Er, the Great Void Emperor, the Great Emperor Hengyu, the Dacheng Demon Venerable, and the Shakyamuni!

Their ultimate death has completed the transformation of life and death on the wheel of life. This is life!

But at the same time, they can use the call of all living beings to retrieve the memories of their previous lives, in exchange for the short return of the deity of the previous life, this is luck!The luck of human faith, the luck of heaven and earth!

Yes, the so-called reincarnation is destiny!

Qin Xuan had an epiphany and saw through the core of reincarnation.

A mysterious and mysterious aura enveloped Qin Xuan, and the reincarnation of the imperial soldiers was shining on its own!

The primordial spirit above Qin Xuan's immortal platform opened his eyes and stood up from above immortal platform!

Pointing at Qin Xuan's Sendai, Qin Xuan's crystal clear Sendai began to crack.

A mouthful of blood spit out, and at the moment Qin Xuan shattered in Sendai, the cultivation base belonging to a saint quickly disappeared, and the whole world felt a sense of it, as if he was mourning the fall of a saint.

But Qin Xuan's eyes were surging with purple divine light, and he didn't feel any grief at the loss of his cultivation.

Sendai shattered, and Qin Xuan's entire brow became dim.

But it wasn't over yet. Immediately afterwards, the spine dragon screamed, the four pole pillars supporting the sky collapsed, the Taoist palace disintegrated, and even the sea of ​​suffering was drying up every inch!

Qin Xuan's cultivation level disappeared in the end, the long flowing purple hair began to turn gray, and the straight body became ricket!The traces of the years began to appear on Qin Xuan's body.

Looking at his withered hands, Qin Xuan made a hoarse voice.

"Cough cough, after the cultivation base dissipated, it turned into this pattern, because the original source of the Innate Holy Body Dao fetus was excessively consumed, and I had overdrawn too much of my vitality in advance!"

"But as long as you don't die, that's enough~!"

The gray hair behind Qin Xuan was blown wildly by the wind, and the withered body sat cross-legged with difficulty. It seemed that as long as the wind was stronger, Qin Xuan's fire of life would be blown out.

On Xingkong Ancient Road, a purple-haired youth who had entered the first city of Xingkong Ancient Road, like the incarnation of the avenue, stopped, and the monks in the city, who were forced by the saint's coercion, could not approach.

Dressed in a light green Luo skirt, a girl with smart eyes and a girl with big eyes like rubies are following him. They don't care at all about the coercion they exude, and look at the monks who pass by mischievously.

"Sister Qin Yao, is this the first city of the Ancient Starry Sky Road of the Human Race? But why do they feel that their cultivation is so weak that they can't compare to Aunt Bai and Uncle Gu, not even Brother Shengzi!"

"Also, even Red Treasure can beat several of them alone~!"

When the girl Hongbao said this, she pointed at the three monks who were passing by.

"Little girl, what did you say? Believe it or not, I will kidnap all of your sisters and make you pay for what you said~!"

When the monk pointed by Hong Bao heard this, he was furious and looked at the two girls beside the purple-haired youth with a wretched smile. .

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"Not dead...that's fine~!"

The purple-haired young man whispered, but the next moment he looked at the wretched cultivator who was beside him making rude words.

"Go away~!"

The shouting sounded, and before he could react, a purple palm print appeared out of thin air, and the saint-level monk who molested the girl Hongbao could no longer die.

Without any extra words, the purple-haired youth lightly cast aside the two girls beside him and walked away.