[Quick Transmigration] is coming!

After committing suicide to Qingping, I don't know if it's the reason for the great hatred to be avenged, and Fengzhen's cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds, making rapid progress.

In just five years, he made breakthroughs one after another, and soon entered the period of crossing the catastrophe.

The period of crossing the catastrophe is different according to each person's situation. It may be long or short. Rise to Mahayana period.

The closure of the town was a matter of course, and it was symbolically struck by a few faint thunder lights, and soon entered the Mahayana period.

Seeing Mo Shan, who was guarding him with Xinyanbao, he couldn't help but feel sorry for himself.

He is also in the period of crossing the catastrophe, but he just finished the thunder tribulation, and there are still other catastrophes waiting for him to overcome.

"Tsk... I really wonder if you are the illegitimate child of the Heavenly Dao, my brother. Why is your thunder calamity like fireworks for earthly celebrations?"

"Heaven's illegitimate child?"

Feng Zhen couldn't help raising his eyebrows, "Then Jing Heng is the one."

Mo Shan thought of Jing Heng, who had been in the country for the past few years like eating and drinking. After sucking his teeth, he had the illusion of a toothache, "That's the son of heaven!"

Feng Zhen laughed out loud.

At this moment, a demon cultivator came to report, "My lord, that human cultivator came to the mountain gate again to scold."

A lot has happened in these five years.

At the very beginning, the demons gathered and invaded the human race in one fell swoop. The way was like breaking a bamboo, hacking and killing the sky, and countless human races fell every day.

However, the strength of the human race and the demon race has widened the distance. The demon race has replaced the human race as the master of this cultivation world, and it is basically a foregone conclusion to enjoy the rich cultivation resources.

The overall situation has been decided, and the rest are some trivial battles.

The higher-ups of the Mozu gradually put their energy on Fengzhen.

Several of his spirit beasts are really against the sky, causing the covetousness of many demons.

They got together and decided to kill Fengzhen together and carve up its spirit beasts.

As a result, during the battle, Feng Zhen threw out two more strange spirit beasts, only slightly inferior to those three giant pythons.

He added five spirit beasts alone, Mo Shan, Jing Motian, and a Mahayana elder assisted him. He killed two Mahayana practitioners, five transcending tribulation practitioners, and more than a dozen out-of-body cultivators. By.

He acted resolutely, subdued the other city lords, and deterred the demons who were about to move, and because of his growing prestige in the battle against the human race, he was honored as the demon king by the demons.

The demons occupied great resources, and the human race was driven to a barren land, and never gave up the counterattack, so the small-scale riots never stopped.

Na Jing Heng got a lot of opportunities during the war, and while his cultivation was advancing by leaps and bounds, he came here from time to time to find troubles in sealing the town.

Feng Zhen restrained his breath, and the imperial emissary came to the open space outside the mountain gate with Mo Shan.

Jing Heng opened his eyes while adjusting his breath, and Mo Shan swept the breath around him with his magic sense, and couldn't help cursing.

"Damn it! Did this brat take the fairy medicine? Why did he advance again?!"

Looking at Fengzhen, as expected, Jing Heng has just broken through, and he is already a mid-out-of-body monk.

Jing Heng tightly grasped the ice-blue long sword, which he has been using since the death of his master Qingping Tianjun.

"Fengzhen! Give back my master's head! You killed everyone, why do you keep master's head alone? Why don't you give it back to me, and I won't bother you from now on, wouldn't you be happy..."

He coldly pointed at Feng Zhen.

Feng Zhen casually took out the Wuji sword, "If you want to fight, you can fight, why are there so many nonsense!"

After Fengzhen committed suicide by Qingping, he kept his head and storage bag in his own storage bag. He fought all over the past few years, and if Jing Heng hadn't come to ask for it, he would have forgotten it.

However, the more the other party came to ask for it like this, the more he didn't want to give it.

He wouldn't believe that, given Qing Ping's head, Jing Heng could really give up revenge for his master.

Anyway, no matter whether you give it or not, it will inevitably cause trouble, so why should he give it.

The two fought together, while Mo Shan and Xin Yanbao watched from the sidelines.

Fengzhen has a high level of cultivation and sufficient spiritual power.

Although Jing Heng's cultivation base is low, his magic weapon is powerful.

Especially the two exquisite bells he got newly, as long as he shakes them with spiritual power, Feng Zhen will feel a trance, which actually has the effect of soul-stirring.

Feng Zhen found it quite novel when he saw it, and his heart to seize the treasure was ready to move.

He used spells frequently, and took out magic weapons that he had stolen from Jing Heng one after another to suppress the opponent, which made Jing Heng grit his teeth in anger.

Finally, Feng Zhen seized the opportunity and snatched the two bells from Jing Heng's hand.

After erasing the connection on the magic weapon, Jing Heng spat out a mouthful of blood, angrily watching Feng Zhen playing with the two bells.

"What other interesting things do you have? Let's use them together. Let me see what else is interesting."

Hearing this person's voice, Jing Heng got lucky, suppressed the bloody aura billowing in his chest, took off with his sword, and disappeared in an instant.

Mo Shanzhi couldn't help asking Fengzhen: "Brother, why didn't you kill him to save him from trouble when he grows up."

Feng Zhen shook the bell in his hand, smiled, "In comparison, don't you think this is more interesting?"

Mo Shan was a little puzzled.

Fengzhen didn't mean to explain either.

He put away the bell, sat on Xinyanbao's head, touched the cold scales of Xinyanbao, and said to Mo Shan, "I have gone to retreat, and if there is anything about the demons, I will leave it to my brother."

Mo Shan watched him walk away, and couldn't help muttering, "You can rest assured of me."

What worries Fengzhen?

Fame and wealth, he has experienced several times in many worlds, for him now, it is no longer alluring.

As long as his strength is here, as long as he is willing, he can completely turn the current situation around.

Either destroy a force, or establish a new force, only in his mind.

This is, turning your hands into clouds and covering your hands with rain.

At the moment when he was revered as the Demon Lord, the Pioneer System notified him in his sea of ​​consciousness that he could choose to leave this world independently.

But he refused.

The reason is that he still has problems in this world that he hasn't figured out.

One is whether his parents and relatives are human races.

This is also what many demons who know about this want to know.

If so, then there might be something else hidden about his origin.

If not, then their clan is very likely to be the Mojiao clan.

So if this is the case, why do you want to live like a mortal?

The second is the reason why Qingping killed him all over the house.

Also, he took care of him meticulously for four years at first, then suddenly changed his appearance, and took advantage of the situation to throw him into the infinite sea... Is there any reason for this?

The third is, who is his real master's inheritance, that is, the unnamed exercises he got at the seabed of Wuji, and the hanging portrait of the old man?

Fengzhen entered his retreat.

The eye bag circled him, the big head lay on one side, the two copper bell-sized eyes blinked and blinked, and finally closed slowly.

Fengzhen practiced the exercises for a few weeks, and finally woke up from meditation.

He took out the Ferris wheel, and with a "bang", the Ferris wheel suddenly appeared, piercing a few holes in this retreat cave.

Xinyanbao opened his eyes, facing the Ferris wheel, which he was so familiar with, he made the area around his body wider, including the giant wheel.

Feng Zhen came to his machine for analyzing divine matter, and the progress on it had reached 98%.

Most of the ingredients are analyzed, and the speed of the rest is faster than before.

Feng Zhen made some calculations and made a rough guess about the remaining time.

He also put away the blood from the eye bags and so on, and also took a drop of each, and used the machine for testing and analysis.

He wants to continue to design an evolutionary route for them.

This kind of huge body is often inconvenient. Just blindly defending or devouring is not a perfect evolution. The first thing to change is to have a body shape that can change size at will.

After finishing the work, Fengzhen put away the Ferris wheel.

He sat surrounded by his heart and eyes, stroked the cold touch under his body, and let out an inaudible sigh after a long time.

The experiences of different worlds in the past flashed before his eyes one by one. His experiences in each world were different, some were easy and some were heavy. Lose yourself in the time lapse of the small world.

But he has been alone for a long time, from the beginning of time travel to the search for resources, to the end of the mission, even though he has a lifelong partner in several worlds, the loneliness that rises from the bottom of his heart is still indelible.

Many times, he often thinks, among those people he meets, who really understands him?

It is not a certain identity in a certain world, but the real town without these symbolic titles.

That one used to be a gangster, but later he studied hard to be a good student, and later he became a woman, a general with two children, and experienced the strange world of mermaids and Shura clan...

He who has these experiences.

Speaking of which, no matter how beautiful he is in these worlds, he is still just a person without relatives, friends, and lover, and is alone.

There is nowhere to express many feelings and sighs. The only thing that can communicate with colleagues is the contactor system.

And the friend function inside is basically a fake.

Once upon a time, he had two good friends, they were basically newcomers in the same batch, and they still had contact in the previous worlds.

Gradually, maybe they have grown enough that they don't need friends to help them, or maybe someone falls, someone disappears, and there is no news about them anymore.

Even if Feng Zhen was asked to take the initiative to find friends in Skynet, he didn't have the interest, nor did he have the patience to distinguish his sincerity.

He was indeed tired.

He needs family, friends, lovers.

Really understand him, a relationship with him that is connected by blood and is related to each other.

Feng Zhen closed his eyes and fell into deep thought.

[Find unknown energy accumulation, whether to detect it?yes o no? 】

At this moment, the pioneer system suddenly appeared in Fengzhen's consciousness.

Unknown energy?

Feng Zhen frowned and chose "Yes".

【checking……】

After waiting for a while and still in this state, Feng Zhen stopped thinking about those things, but took out the materials and planned to refine the weapon.

He wanted to refine that giant ferris wheel into a magic weapon that could be large or small, so that it would be convenient for imperial envoys. In addition, he had other ideas about refining Gu, and he also needed some materials and equipment to assist him, so he simply refined it together.

Time flowed slowly during his refining process.

It wasn't until he refined a third of the tools that the system suddenly responded.

[After the inspection, an unknown soul fragment was found. 】

Soul fragments? !

With a click, the materials in Fengzhen's hands were completely burned.

Feng Zhen collected his spiritual power and asked the system, "Soul Fragment? What Soul Fragment? Whose Soul Fragment?"

[unknown soul fragment]

[unknown soul fragment]

……

After asking several times in succession, the system always answered in this way.

Until the end, the system added a sentence [soul fragments are too weak to distinguish]

Feng Zhen changed the question, "Where are the soul fragments attached?"

【Soul Bell】

Feng Zhen took out the two bells he had snatched from Jing Heng, Huang Chengcheng was delicate and cute, there was nothing unusual about it.

Unexpectedly, there are soul fragments attached to it.

Feng Zhen put the bell away properly, then got up and left the customs.

Sensing that he was leaving the customs, Mo Shan flew over, just about to return all his affairs to Fengzhen, but was blocked by the other party before he could open his mouth.

"If there is something undecidable about the demon clan, I will discuss it with Jing Motian and other elders. I have other important matters."

Feng Zhen couldn't wait for Mo Shan to respond, and he disappeared without a trace in a stream of light.

Feng Zhen came to Fengji Gate, safely passed through the barrier without causing any disturbance.

He took out the token from his pocket, looked at it, and put it back with a complicated mood.

That was the token that Qingping gave him when he was 16 years old and asked Qingping to go out for training.

Unexpectedly, more than a hundred years later, it will be useful one day.

Feng Zhen went straight to the courtyard where Jing Heng lived, and took him away without disturbing anyone.

When he came to an unnamed mountain peak, Feng Zhen threw him on the ground and looked down on him from above.

"This bell," he asked bluntly, taking out the soul-destroying bell, "where did you get it?"

Jing Heng hated him before it was too late, how could he tell him honestly?

Feng Zhen felt that the unknown soul fragment and the soul-destroying bell might be related to him, so he had no patience for Jing Heng's non-violent non-cooperation.

Just like what Mo Shan said before, how many times in the past did he have the opportunity to kill Jing Heng who came to provoke him, but he only chose to injure people and leave it alone, because he felt that there was someone like Jing Heng at that time. The existence of it is quite interesting.

This is also the reason why Jing Heng has no fear to harass him one after another.

And once this interest does not exist, Jing Heng will naturally be no different from others in his eyes.

So he didn't bother to torture him and searched for his soul.

Feng Zhen took his hand away from Jing Heng's Tianling, carefully read through the received memories, and finally determined the source of the dementing bell.

It came from a secret place.

Feng Zhen hid his body and returned Jing Heng to the Fengji gate, and then plundered towards that secret place.

As soon as you enter the secret realm, you can clearly feel the density of aura inside which is completely different from the outside world.

Every pore is opened subconsciously, absorbing the thicker and purer spiritual energy.

Feng Zhen closed his eyes and slowed down, stopping the movement of absorbing the spiritual energy here.

After browsing and distinguishing all the way, Feng Zhen felt that this place seemed more like a clan land.

It is a secret place built by a certain ethnic group to protect the inheritance of the ethnic group.

It's a pity that this secret realm was smashed by Jing Heng, destroying many places, causing the aura flow here to be out of balance, resulting in the loss of some elixir and spiritual plant medicinal properties, coupled with the failure of the formation, after a hundred and eighty years, this place will be a piece of land. The color of barrenness.

Feng Zhen picked some elixir and spiritual plants that he could use in the medicine garden, and then he no longer missed it, and went straight to the main hall where Jing Heng obtained the soul-destroying bell.

Inexplicable words were engraved on the outside of the main hall, flashing streamers of light. The moment Feng Zhen set foot on the ground, only a humming or a sigh could be heard from the whole hall, which reached Feng Zhen's ears.

The soul-destroying bell also vibrated a few times, and then returned to calm.

Fengzhen was refreshed and continued to move forward.

When we got to the center of the hall, we could see a spirit wood table in front of us.

A blank scroll is hung on the table case, and a futon is placed under it.

Strange characters are engraved on both sides, and the meaning cannot be discerned.

Fengzhen also found three imprints on the spirit wood table case. Originally, there should have been three things here. One of them was the imprint of two bells, which seemed to be taken away by Jing Heng.

Feng Zhen let go of his spiritual sense, and traced the hall here bit by bit, without letting go of any details.

At this moment, with a "click", the entire hall was split into two, revealing a dark passage.

Fengzhen kept vigilant with his spiritual sense, entered the passage, and finally came to an underground treasure house.

Countless treasures and spirit stones were shining brightly, but Fengzhen did not stop, pushing away the thick stone wall on one side and entering another space.

There is only one cyan stone standing in the center. The cyan stone has a very special texture, the surface is polished flat and smooth, like a jade surface and a mirror surface.

It was so bright that one could see the reflection of the person coming.

Looking at his shadowy reflection, Feng Zhen couldn't help frowning.

Divine consciousness did not find any other channels here.

He took a few steps closer to the stone again.

He saw his reflection suddenly condensed a bit, and then suddenly smiled at him, looking extremely weird.

"Ah……"

The reflection suddenly made a sound, and following its sound, it walked down from the blue stone.

Feng Zhen looked at the stone again, there was no reflection on it.

The reflection that kept the appearance of Fengzhen circled around Fengzhen, "Adult Spirit Race?"

Although it is a question, its tone is firm.

"It's rare."

"Keng!" The Wuji Sword hummed and stood in front of Feng Zhen.

"Tsk tsk, I even hold the Curse-Breaking Ancestral Sword in my hand, I'm afraid I killed an Elder of the Spirit Race before I became an adult?"

Feng Zhen's heart sank, "Spirit Clan, do you need to kill the same clan as adults?"

"Didn't you come here just to find an answer?"

The reflection "Feng Zhen" raised his eyebrows and looked at him playfully.

"It's just... I don't know if you can bear this answer."

Feng Zhen pulled the corners of his lips coldly, "It's up to me to accept it or not, but what are you? Is what you know must be accurate?"

Reflection didn't take it seriously at all, instead of being angry, he laughed instead.

"It's interesting that you came here without knowing anything about me."

"Your bell is an ancestor of our clan, and it must be recognized by our clan, so it will not be difficult for me to solve your doubts for you."

Feng Zhen thought for a while, took out the bell, and handed it to "Reflection".

"Since it is a property of your clan, it will return to its original owner."

Reflection didn't pick it up, but said: "Don't test me, this soul-destroying bell can capture souls, you must already know that there is a soul attached to it, even if you give it to me, it will be useless to me."

"Do you know whose soul is on it?"

Seeing that the reflection seemed to have no intentions, Feng Zhen asked.

The Wuji sword was still standing on one side, exuding boundless sword intent, and its icy cold light pointed towards the "reflection" vaguely.

Reflection smiled, "Just see for yourself."

The blue stone suddenly emitted a green beam of light, enveloping the soul-destroying bell.

Before Feng Zhen could move, he saw a wave of blue stone surface, and a picture appeared.

Feng Zhen stared at the picture in surprise, without moving.

Because it was him who appeared above, with black hair and a black robe, sitting under a tree and meditating with his eyes closed, as if sensing someone prying ahead, he opened his eyes sharply, but stopped sharply the next moment, revealing a Gentle smile.

"Brother Qingping, you are here."

Feng Zhen heard himself saying this on the screen.

The screen stopped abruptly.

Feng Zhen came back to his senses, with an unpredictable expression on his face, he questioned Hui Ying: "Why is this all?"

Reflection: "If you want to watch more, the soul on this dementor bell will be exhausted. Are you sure you want to continue watching?"

At this moment, Feng Zhen's mind was confused, he hesitated for a moment, and finally stopped reading.

Putting away the soul-destroying bell, he continued to ask, "Just now you said that I am a Spirit Race? What kind of race is the Spirit Race? Why have I never heard of it?"

Reflection revealed a surprised expression, looking Fengzhen up and down.

"You don't even know?"

"In ancient times, there were three major races in this world, the human race, the demon race, and the spirit race..."

The Spirit Race is blessed by nature, it is the race that is the easiest to ascend, and its soul is pure, and it has always been devoted to seeking the Tao, and rarely interacts with the other two races.

Until that year when humans and demons were at war, the spirits could not stand alone, they had to choose one of them to attach themselves to, or they had to join the battlefield as a third party in the battle.

The spirit race is rare in number and they are unwilling to fight, and most of their races are human-bodied and snake-tailed, and they cannot integrate with the human race that rejects other races. In the end, they were forced to choose to attach to the demon race.

This war lasted for a very long time. Many clansmen in the spirit clan were taken as taboos by the demon clan, and they wantonly ruined them. clan, the others were captured by human cultivators.

Most of the spirit race who were reduced to being prisoners of the human race became the furnace of high-level cultivators.

High-level practitioners intercourse with adult spirit tribes, and they can touch the artistic conception of the true self of the Dao. For a while, the spirit tribes are very popular.

One of the spirit clansmen is a Tianjun furnace cauldron. He used Tianjun to have a marriage contract with another female Taoist monarch, sowed dissension in it, intending to provoke a fight between the two, and wanted to take the opportunity to escape. In the end, At the cost of serious injuries, Tianjun also broke the contract with the female Taoist monarch. This female Taoist monarch whose spirit race was dominated by anger cursed at the cost of her whole body's cultivation and life.

Curse his spiritual family, the inheritance will be cut off, and only by killing all the same family can he become an adult, otherwise he can only struggle in the world as an immature body, with no possibility of ascension.

The immature spirit race is useless to the human race, which means that it cannot be used as a furnace.

Therefore, even if his descendants have no chance of ascension, this spirit clan is still relieved that his wish has been fulfilled.

Later, the spirit race gradually withered, and to this day, there is no rumor about the spirit race in the comprehension world.

The black long sword named "Wuji Sword" that was sealed off was the sword weapon held by the elders of the Spirit Race.

Why the original name of the sword is no longer available, the elder only wanted to ascend, and he was tired of the curse, so he changed the name of the sword to the Curse-Breaking Sword.

"Reflection" thought that Feng Zhen killed the owner of the curse-breaking sword before he became an adult.

Feng Zhen recalled what Jing Motian said when he met Jing Motian for the first time.

He was underage then, so when exactly did he become an adult?

Feng Zhen wanted to verify it, and told Hui Ying to come again in two days, and asked him if he needed anything, and he would definitely do it in return for the reward.

The reflection was a little lonely, "You will definitely destroy this clan land when you come here, I only hope that when you get the answer you want and leave, you can repair the formation barrier here..."

There are still one or two descendants of the spirit clan, but I don't know if there are any remaining members of this reflection clan.

Feng Zhen did not refuse, but nodded in agreement.

He went straight to Jiwu Demon City, Jing Motian was already a cultivator who crossed the catastrophe, he couldn't help being stunned for a while when Feng Zhen asked him about becoming an adult.

Seeing Mozun's serious face, Jing Motian had no choice but to think back.

"When will you become an adult..."

"I just remember that before the great battle, I went to the Fengji Gate with all the elders and the city lord. At that time, the breath of the lord was still young and immature... It was not until after the war, when I met the lord again, that I discovered the breath of the lord. Mellow and mature, already an adult..."

In other words, it was during the great war that Fengzhen killed his fellow clansmen before he became an adult.

A bad premonition rose in Feng Zhen's heart.

After he bid farewell to Jing Motian, he returned to the original place of retreat.

During the Great War, he killed countless people. If one could count four or five Mahayana monks, dozens of monks who crossed the catastrophe, the number of those below the body level could be counted innumerably.

Among these people, only one is special.

That person is Qingping.

Not only are there many contradictions and doubts in this person, there are many mysteries, but also the picture shown by the soul-destroying bell, the self on it actually calls Qingping "Brother Qingping"...

As if sensing Feng Zhen's uneasy state of mind at the moment, Xin Bao carefully touched Feng Zhen's cheek, and made a "hissing" sound to comfort the master.

Feng Zhen patted him, then took out Qingping's head and the storage bag from the storage bag.

Qingping's head still kept the fresh state of death.

If you don't look at the area below the neck, it looks like he has just fallen asleep, his eyes are closed, and the corners of his lips are slightly curved, making him look calm and peaceful.

Feng Zhen put his head aside, frowned and opened the opponent's storage bag.

There are a lot of things stored in different categories, among which there are a bunch, Feng Zhen's eyelids jumped when he saw it.

After taking it out, it turned out to be the robe he had worn in the mortal world.

You wore the big red brocade clothes on your birthday, and it was also at that time that you met Qingping for the first time.

The rest are all the clothes that the other party sewed for him. Every stitch and thread is from his hands, from the rough stitches at the beginning to the skilled and meticulous later.

In addition, there are the bamboo swords he used, the earthly toys he played with, the fruits he bought from other mountain village children with cheap candy, the honeycombs left after eating honey, and the deciduous teeth that fell out...

There are so many things... During those four years in the world, everything related to him that can be left behind can be found.

This Qingping... What kind of thoughts does he have for him?

Feng Zhen only felt his scalp go numb.

Adjacent to these was a small handful of stone flakes, gray and unremarkable, but each one was carefully laid flat and looked as if it were a prized possession.

After Feng Zhen took it out, he checked it over and over again, only to remember that it was a kind of photo stone.

Feng Zhen checked them one by one, and the first few were images of his childhood.

The appearance of bouncing around and having fun, the appearance of earnestly practicing swordsmanship with a bamboo sword in hand, the appearance of calling for the adoptive father and claiming to support the adoptive father until the end...

When he picked up another piece to check, Feng Zhenyuan's restless mood cracked a gap.

That is the image of him when he was cultivating in the Undersea Cave Mansion of the Promise Sea!

Cultivation is a very boring thing.

In the video, Feng Zhen was motionless, meditating with his eyes closed.

This is the case for several consecutive stone flakes.

The edges and corners of these picture stones are smooth, and it can be seen that the other party often rubs them to cause this.

What kind of obsession is it that this Qingping can only watch him meditate for so long? !

Is the picture shown by the blue stone real?

When exactly did he meet Qing Ping's peers and gently call him "Brother Qing Ping"?

He got some information, but didn't expect more doubts to appear, Feng Zhen couldn't hold back the complicated feeling in his heart.

He opened the Pioneer bracelet, called up the auction house interface, and began to search for spiritual objects related to the cultivation of souls.

[Soul Essence: Produced in the world of soul cultivation, it can nourish the soul and make it stronger.Points: 2000]

At this time, all the points in Fengzhen have a balance of 2500 points, which is just enough to buy a "Soul Essence".

After purchasing, you will get a multicolored object the size of a grain of rice, and put it on the Dementing Soul Bell. The soul essence will automatically form a piece of energy to wrap around the Dementing Soul Bell. After a few breaths, it will be absorbed by the Dementing Soul Bell.

The pioneer system reminded him at this time:

[Is it detected?yes o no? 】

Fengzhen chose yes.

【checking……】

[Cultivation World, Qingping's Soul Fragment*3]

It really is Qingping.

Feng Zhen didn't hesitate any longer, he used his spiritual power, and disappeared in the closed place, appearing in the secret realm.

He took out the soul-destroying bell again, and let the cyan stone drop into it.

What first appeared was still the first image of him meditating.

After he finished saying "You are here", the screen shook, and it seemed that the owner of the perspective took a few steps forward.

The two sit and stand, so the "Fengzhen" in the picture is looking up.

"Is it better today?" the owner of the perspective said.

"Fengzhen" shook his head.

"In my life, I first killed my relatives and parents, and was cast aside by the world, and then I was thrown into the infinite sea, and I was lucky enough to get the infinite sword. clan, fought for hundreds of years to get the position of Demon Venerable..."

"Now that I am seriously injured and dying, Brother Qingping can still run for me. It is already consummated and I have no regrets."

"What's more, what's the fear of death? It's just the beginning of another battle."

In the last sentence, "Fengzhen" said something special, but obviously the owner of the perspective didn't notice it.

His voice was firm and decisive: "You will not die."

"Fengzhen" didn't take it seriously, and only thought that the other party was comforting himself.

The owner of the perspective is busy, went to many dangerous secret places to find many treasures, and carved a large formation in a hidden place, all the hard work can be called painstaking efforts.

It's just that the "closed town" who is peacefully waiting for "death" doesn't know about all of this.

It's a pity that "Fengzhen" died when the formation was eight out of ten.

His spiritual power dissipated, and he appeared in the real body of Jiaowei. He died under the tree where he used to meditate, and beside him was a long black sword, which was his Wuji sword.

Angle of view The master stood there, watching the "Fengzhen" who had lost his breath, and at this moment, a cloud of auspicious clouds descended from the sky, shining brightly, enveloping him alone.

This is an opportunity to ascend.

However, the owner of the angle of view didn't move, and waited until the auspicious clouds and rays of light dispersed, and he didn't know how long it had passed before he spit out a mouthful of blood.

In the last scene, the perspective master puts the body of "Fengzhen" in the big formation, and then enters it himself. While the formation is running, the whole picture turns white.

After a few breaths, the white color faded away, the owner of the perspective opened his eyes, and someone whispered something in his ear, calling him "Qingping Zhenjun".

Screen so far.

"Reflection" was quite sad, picked up the dementor bell that was left with little spirit and shook it, "I didn't expect it to be a seed of infatuation."

"I think you belong to the same spirit race as him, and his cultivation level has long been able to ascend, so before he went back in time, at the moment you died, he achieved perfection and was able to ascend to the upper realm immediately. It's a pity that he But gave up ascension in exchange for going back in time and changing your ending."

"You killed this person to become an adult..." Reflection laughed loudly.

"Interesting. This person is thinking about going back in time, so that you can kill him with peace of mind, so as to fulfill you..."

The Wuji Sword's sword intent burst out, turning into countless sword lights that shot up, piercing the reflection into a sieve in an instant.

"Cracking noise!" Fengzhen's heavy gaze shot directly at the past, and the invisible coercion actually made this secret place show signs of collapsing.

"Reflection" was horrified, and no longer maintained the appearance of sealing the town, but turned into a black mist, and loudly stopped: "Don't forget your promise, you said you would restore the enchantment formation here ..."

Feng Zhen restrained his breath and put away the Wuji sword.

"I promise you I will do it myself."

A few treasures rushed out of his storage bag, and then nailed them into specific positions in the secret realm. Feng Zhen took out some materials and repaired the original array and barrier.

After finishing everything, he returned to his residence.

Xinyanbao circled him, Feng Zhen hugged Xinyanbao's slippery body, and sighed deeply, unable to describe the mixed feelings in his heart.

He can be sure that in Qingping's "previous life", that Fengzhen was himself.

His death in this world is not the death of his sealed town, but his return to the void space, and after a short rest, he will enter the next world.

It's a pity that Qingping didn't know it at that time. He went back in time and went back to his Yuanying period, when the "Fengzhen" was not yet born.

Why on earth would I slaughter my relatives and parents at that time, and why was I thrown into the infinite sea...

Feng Zhen rubbed the tingling eyebrows, there was no way to verify it.