The system runs away at the beginning, I regard the way of heaven as my father

Time is still passing by and will not stop for a moment for anyone.

The turmoil brought about by the Land of Reincarnation has not dissipated. There are too many races, even immortal-level creatures, who want to enter the world of destiny to have a look and see it with their own eyes.

Of course, I can only think about it.

Now, that sea area is no longer as weird and scary as the water is pitch black and the sky is filled with blood and thunder.

Instead, the water is blue and waveless, and the sky is blue and empty.

I don’t know if it is influenced by the land of reincarnation, but no matter the sun rises or sets, it always has a warm yellow tone as if the sun is about to fade away.

Far in the air.

An old monk chuckled, took out a hoof from his crotch, and handed it to the person next to him, "Nan Si, come on, have some. They've just braised it and it's hot."

Nan Si looked gloomy: "I really can't eat it."

"Haha." He then smiled bitterly.

"I didn't expect the answer I was looking for. It turned out to be so simple. It was contaminated by the filth formed by the fusion of everything that the true spirit had faded away."

"Just a trace of it made me look like this, like a monster."

When the old monk heard this, he comforted him, "At least you still retain your intelligence. Isn't that great?"

"By the way, the perfect human race didn't make things difficult for you?"

Nan Si shook his head, "No, they seem to have known about my existence for a long time, but they never said anything."

The old monk was thoughtful, "That's strange. The perfect human race has so many calculations just to make the land of reincarnation appear. What can they get?"

"I don't know, I can't understand it either." Nancy replied.

"Actually, they didn't put in a lot of effort. They just let some of the Ten Thousand Clan come in, and sent a wisp of ghost to those Immortal Sects, mixed with some power of the Great Dao, to loosen their cultivation."

"Then everyone automatically gathered on this sea area."

"The only disadvantage they suffered was that they also suffered heavy casualties, and it was Li Chuyi who did it."

The old monk stretched out his oily hand and wiped it on the monk's robe, and said in wonder: "I didn't expect that kid really didn't die, but he was later used the art of marriage."

"Nancy, now it's time to believe what I say."

"That kid's cultivation level is obviously not high, but he's jumping around everywhere. It's as if he's too long-lived."

Nan Si nodded expressionlessly, "I believe it, because he is now grinding in the depths of reincarnation."

When the old monk heard this, he almost choked, his old face wrinkled tightly, "Ahem, I guess he has the ability."

But he said doubtfully: "He brought the Three Immortals to him at that time, maybe he could avoid the killings later. The vague-faced but gorgeous woman you mentioned should have that kind of strength."

Nan Si sighed heavily, "I don't know, maybe the fairy is only willing to help him get to that point."

"Perhaps, as he said, if the monks can die, the perfect humans must also die. This is only fair."

……

Deep in reincarnation.

Li Chuyi continued to push and grind tirelessly, and the iron lock on his body jingled with his continuous exertion.

The endless rain of pure spiritual light, like the great millstones of true spiritual beings, also seems to never stop.

Li Chuyi couldn't help but sigh, "Hey."

"It is estimated that only when death disappears, or the avenue of reincarnation disappears completely, will all this stop."

However, the next moment, his expression was shocked.

He actually saw some very familiar figures in the torrent of true spirits.

It's not that the people are familiar, but that the robes they wear are familiar, with the sun, moon and mountains vaguely embroidered on them. They are clearly Xingdao robes, unique to the Xingdao sect.

"Buddha said that reincarnation cannot be stopped, not even by him."

"Then it should be feasible if I let them stay for a short while, right?"

As soon as Li Chu thought about it, a soft magic power spread out, stopped them, and then tried to pull them to his side.

"Haha, it's really okay."

Looking at the blurry figures in front of him, Li Chuyi laughed heartily and felt that it was not difficult to push.

So, I saw him grinding with one hand and making secrets with one hand.

In an instant, streams of clear spiritual charm that seemed to be able to awaken everything flowed out of him, and then fell on these figures.

What he used was naturally the spirit summoning technique given to him by the Great Reincarnation.

"After the true spirit loses the protection of both body and soul, no matter who it is, it will fall into endless confusion. Only the technique of summoning spirits can awaken it."

Li Chuyi sighed, he had learned another amazing technique.

Techniques like this to summon spirits and intercept thoughts are more rare than those Taoist techniques that can easily destroy the world.

Sure enough, the figures in front of him gradually became clearer. There were old men, young people, and girls with 28-year-old faces...

These are all people who have passed away from Xingdao Sect.

They gradually opened their eyes and looked at everything in front of them, and all of them showed frightened expressions in an instant.

"Headmaster...Headmaster, where is this...aren't we dead?" A round-faced female cultivator stammered, her figure even more trembling.

In front, a middle-aged man with a beard also looked timid.

"I...I don't know either?"

Li Chuyi couldn't help but be surprised when he saw this scene. In fact, they didn't make any sound from their mouths, but they could hear each other.

Of course, he could hear it too.

I saw him smiling, facing the figures while pushing the millstone.

"Cough cough."

"Li Chuyi, the 128th generation disciple of Xingdao Sect, has met all the predecessors."

Hearing Li Chuyi's words, the figures were stunned at the same time.

Looking at the tens-of-thousand-foot-long mill, the young man was surrounded by golden blood and looked like an immortal, but he had a bright smile on his face.

This is a disciple of Xingdao Sect, are you kidding me?

"Senior...Senior, you mustn't be joking. I, the previous sect masters of the Xingdao Sect, all cultivated themselves into gods as far as I remember."

"Although the talent is better than the talent, you can't be too talented!"

The middle-aged man hurriedly bowed, as if I have little knowledge and you should stop playing around.

"Oh, I am the 48th generation head of Xingdao Sect..."

Li Chuyi calmly replied: "Daqian Picture Book?"

"Hiss, you actually know this, this is a rare treasure inherited from our Xingdao Sect..."

After a while, after he explained for a while, these dead ancestors of the Xingdao Sect reluctantly accepted that the young man in front of them might actually be a disciple of the Xingdao Sect.

"Senior, what is your current level of cultivation?" the middle-aged head teacher tried to ask.

"Just call me the first grade of junior high school. You are the seniors."

"Well, no, no, no." The middle-aged man shook his head hurriedly, and then his eyes lit up, "How about we each call each other our own, and call each other senior?"

Li Chuyi couldn't help but be dumbfounded. This headmaster was probably an interesting person when he was alive.

"Senior, what kind of cultivation level do you have?" A very good-looking female cultivator opened her eyes wide and blinked her long eyelashes.

"Ahem." Li Chuyi cleared his throat, then looked proud.

"Did you see that the people sitting on the big mills are all Buddhas, and the monks grinding the mills are all Buddhist Vajras?"

"And I do all their work by myself, understand?"