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The sword of the lower realm
But it does not mean that the reincarnation of the Lord of Reincarnation in every life can be successful.

The masters of reincarnation in the previous lives have all died, and the reincarnation of the next life will start.

But when it comes to Ye Chen, it is very possible to overthrow the original old order of the whole world and establish a brand new heaven and world.

Ren Feifei put his hope on Ye Chen.

Although he possesses tyrannical power, he still needs someone to support him in the future!

Ye Chen's character and perseverance are unique, and he possesses the qualifications of a hegemon, which is what Ren Feifei values ​​most.

No matter how strong the talent is, if he only knows how to squander it, he will be lost to everyone!

Only by persevering in continuous cultivation, coupled with an indomitable heart of steel, can a generation of overlords be created!
On the other side, Ye Chen had already woken up from his cultivation state, and there were tiny thunderbolts jumping between his brows.

"Senior Ren, this thunder stele is really troublesome. I tried several methods, but I couldn't completely penetrate it."

Ye Chen frowned and said.

Even though he has penetrated into the inner world of the Thunder Stele, he still cannot grasp the greatest Thunder.

That thunderbolt is like a moon under water, it can be seen but cannot be touched.

Therefore, Ye Chen was quite depressed.

However, Ren Feifei smiled lightly.

"Cultivation is a very long journey, advancing and retreating from time to time, rushing and slowing down at times, there is no need to tense everything up so tightly, sometimes proper relaxation is also a kind of practice, isn't it?"

Ren Feifei has already practiced to a level that most people in the world cannot touch, so he also has a lot of insight into the journey of cultivation.

As soon as these words came out, Ye Chen immediately fell into silence, his eyes revealed the brilliance of thinking.

He could understand what Ren Feifei said, but he couldn't touch the divine realm in it.

Just at that moment, there seemed to be a flash of inspiration in his mind, which was fleeting.

Perhaps proper trimming can bring him a better state.

"Senior Ren's words are justified, then I will rest for a while!"

As Ye Chen said, he relaxed all over, and started to run the Thunderbolt Law.

The Chaos Divine Thunder received some kind of order, and began to shuttle back and forth among the blood vessels, revolving around the sky.

Once every 680 times is a reincarnation.

After one revolution, the degree of integration between Chaos Divine Thunder and Samsara's bloodline will become even more compatible!
Ren Feifei couldn't laugh or cry at once, he didn't expect that the kid's way of relaxing was to practice another technique.

But he didn't bother, but raised his hand, and a dark blue light gushed out from his fingertips.

He has reached the immeasurable realm, infinitely close to the way of heaven.

Every strong man in the infinite realm has his own "Tao", which cannot be interfered by outsiders.

If you want to find that way, you have to explore and think repeatedly.

Endless years flowed away from it, and for them, a sixty-year-old time was just an ordinary time on the way of cultivation.

Those who have practiced for about a thousand years like Ren Feifei are considered to be of the younger generation.

Before the rise of the lord of reincarnation, Ren Feifei was regarded as the strongest person in the future of the heavens and the world.

But in the final analysis, the master of reincarnation in this life, that is, Ye Chen, does not belong to the same stage as Ren Feifei.

The two are each other's seniors and juniors!
Surrounding the cave, there is a detached silence, only the thunder force and spiritual power are constantly intertwined and collided, and merged into a more powerful original force.

But in the next moment, Ren Feifei suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes penetrated the deep void, as if he saw a mysterious object coming from afar.

"Senior Ren, what is that?"

Ye Chen's perception ability is also very strong, he released the soul of reincarnation, and the spiritual consciousness covered the world.

In the depths of the sky, a stream of light gushed out.

It's like a meteorite falling, at first the stars are shining, and when it gets closer and closer, it will burn blazingly, releasing a strong energy!
Ren Feifei took a step forward, and with this step, he traveled thousands of miles.

He stretched out his hand and pushed, and the light blue sea tide was turbulent, converging into a river in the sky, stopping in front of the falling meteorite.

A whale rolled up, but at this time, it was about ten meters in size.

However, judging from its aura, this whale's brilliance is restrained, and it hides its secrets. I am afraid that it will not soar into the sky until the crisis really breaks out, and move forward indomitably!

And Ye Chen also summoned a deep thunder.

Ye Chen's eyes of reincarnation pierced through the emptiness, directly broke through the few burning layers of fire, and saw what was wrapped inside!
When Ye Chen saw it clearly, his pupils shrank suddenly.

The object wrapped inside is not a treasure, nor a fetish, but a sword with a sharp light all over it!

Wuwei Heavenly Sword!

But isn't the Wuwei Heavenly Sword Shentu Wan'er's personal weapon?Why did it appear in the lower realm at this time?
Ye Chen threw out two blood-colored divine thunders, trying to stop the meteor, but in the next moment, an inexplicable breath locked onto his place!

Wuwei Tianjian seemed to have sensed Ye Chen's position, and crossed across obliquely, crowding layers of clouds, and the sky and earth were full of burning flames.

Ren Feifei wanted to block it, but he seemed to have discovered the intention of Wuwei Tianjian, so he stood aside and waited and watched.

Sure enough, the Wuwei Heavenly Sword faded from the raging fire on its surface, came to Ye Chen, and stopped abruptly.

The entire Heavenly Sword has an extraordinary momentum. The body and surface of the sword are as smooth as a mirror, with sharp edges, reflecting a cold luster.

(End of this chapter)