So What If You've Been Reborn?

The last suzerain of the Nanhe Sect suddenly disappeared ten thousand years ago, cutting off the last possibility of reconciliation of the Nanhe Sect of the Beixuan Sect. In the end, the ancient barrenness collapsed and the world was in catastrophe.

Everyone in the fairy world felt that if Yang Xinyue, the suzerain of the Nanhe sect, was alive, he would have exposed the truth: the immortals from the Nanhe sect split, and the Qinghe sect took refuge in the sect's great enemy.

Xianjun Qinghe has been reprimanded for his betrayal for a long time, but he is not a loser. Whenever he seizes the opportunity, he will satirize Tianzun Nanxian for being double-decker, entrap Sect Master Yang, and encourage the two factions to conquer. A great battle sweeping through the fairy world on earth, skyrocketing, is really not a thing!

Although many immortals believed his reprimand, they didn't take it seriously.

Winners and losers, isn't that what happens?

Only the immortals who were born in the small world of Fuchu would look gloomy. The dissatisfaction in their hearts was suppressed by a convincing rumor that the true identity of Nanxian Tianzun was one of the nine Tianzun in the heyday of the fairy world. Lingxian handed down the orthodoxy of Nanhe Sect.

As the battle of catastrophe spread to the fairy world, the nine heavenly gods died one after another, and Lingxian Tianzun took away an elder in charge of Nanhezong, and returned to the fairyland to practice again.

The matter of harming Yang Xinyue has nothing to do with him!It was the elder in charge who did it!

——The origin of the small world of Fuchu is a secret in the fairy world. Few people know it. Even Daluo Jinxian only heard that he went to the world to preach Taoism to seek luck. He didn't know that the small world of Fuchu was so lucky that the eight gods tried to split it It thus brings forth the truth of its own demise.

Nanxian Tianzun just bears the name of the former Tianzun, and he is justified.

However, the real person who was pretended to be the descendant of the Nanhe sect's orthodox lineage was rescued by Yuan Qingmi and managed to save his life. He changed his name to Xianjun Yu and pretended to be the immortal who broke through the realm in the battle of catastrophe. for many years.

"It's a good thing he can bear it."

Xianjun Hansong is a person who can't rub the sand in his eyes. He doesn't understand how Xianjun Yu lives like this.

The shaking of the mushroom umbrella handle became more and more violent.

The gray and white hyphae fell to the ground in a thick layer, as if it had snowed.

Immortal Qinghe suddenly felt ominous in his heart. He had seen the scene of Qiantan Bingdi lotus in full bloom, and just now he saw the treasure of the fruit of immortal ginseng. This mushroom of Xianjun Yu, although it is also full of vigorous Spiritual power, but it is completely different from the other two spiritual plants.

Such a wide range of mycelium floating, besides maturity, there is another possibility——

"Crack."

The mushroom swayed and made a sound like breaking.

Before the immortals had time to react, they saw a phantom of nothingness appearing in front of the mushroom.

The jasper five-lotus crown, the robe with the pattern of thousands of clouds and the sun, has the same appearance as Yu Xianjun, but with long hands and feet, and a tall and straight figure, it is no longer the three-inch figure.

"Xian, Xianjun?"

Yu Xianjun's subordinates were so shocked that they almost thought that this mushroom would swallow Yu Xianjun.

The phantom slowly opened its eyes, and transmitted the sound with divine thoughts: "Unexpectedly, the two of you were the first to guess."

Only Xianjun can hear the sound transmission.

With a solemn expression, Han Song looked at this familiar yet unfamiliar old opponent in front of him——Yu Xianjun was the subordinate of Nanxian Tianzun, and he was also the person who had been sitting in the position of Xianjun for the longest time among the two forces of Beixuan and Nanxian.

The catastrophic battle had a great impact on the structure of the fairy world. It is basically impossible to find out what these high-level immortals were, what their cultivation was, and what they did.

"Are you really Lingxian Tianzun? The person who passed down the Nanhe sect's orthodoxy?"

"I'm no longer Heavenly Venerable."

Yu Xianjun was uncharacteristically, he always had an impatient expression on weekdays, talking to himself while it was raining, doing his own way, but now his eyes were dull and his expression was depressed.

Han Song couldn't see it, frowned and said: "You are the god of heaven, we should respect you, but the fortune of Longyou Qianshui is not good, are you willing to waste your time and serve the imposter?"

"At first, that guy wasn't so arrogant." Yu Xianjun laughed at himself.

He wanted to hide his identity, and because he used the technique of sending spirits from the sky, he more or less carried the characteristics of Nanhezong's aura. Although it was not obvious, he was afraid of being exposed by others. It would be a good idea to stand on the side of Nanhezong in the fairy world s Choice.

"It was indeed Yuan Qingmi who saved me. A mushroom can't hold my soul at all. It was he who suppressed the aura of the fairy world and helped me succeed." Yu Xianjun sighed helplessly, "At that time I was in critical condition, and the aura of the fairy world Fate can keep me alive. The person who can do this kind of thing is either Yuan Chengtianzun or his immortal weapon. The debt I owe Yuan Qingmi is not only for saving my life, but also because I know his real body. Secret, there is also an important reason for him to pinch Yu Xianjun."

"You just became his pawn?" Xianjun Hansong was almost furious.

"Do not."

Yu Xianjun's expression was subtle. Yuan Qingmi only asked him to repay this debt of favor once, and that was to use the jade card as proof to temporarily accept Shi Feng, Chen Ho, Nan Hongzi, his master and his apprentice.

Yuan Chengtianzun never showed his face from the beginning to the end.

But Yuan Chenghui didn't know about it?Even Qinghe Hansong didn't believe it.

Nanxian Tianzun's impersonation, without Yuan Chengtianzun's help, would never have been fooled for so many years.

Regarding Nanxian Tianzun's identity, there are all rumors. Nanxian Tianzun himself has never admitted it himself. If it is exposed, it will still be decent, but Yuan Chengtianzun, who is most qualified to expose, has not said anything.

In the beginning, it was a little secretive to pretend to be a fool, and it was to take advantage of the reputation, but now, I am afraid it is a matter of course and unscrupulous.

"Yuan Cheng..."

Before Xianjun Qinghe came to his senses, Xianjun Yu said: "I only realized after entering the trap that no matter what purpose Yuan Qingmi had for saving her, in the end Yuan Chengtianzun had already learned from me. How to assist the growth of the spiritual plant that has cast the sky-sending spirit technique, and revive the soul."

"Yuan Cheng Tianzun went down to the South China Sea to bury the soul to form an array to gather spirits, which affected Qiantan Bingdilian, and finally became a trap outside Wanpu Valley. If Yang Xinyue took a wrong step 600 years ago, he would replace Yuan Cheng Tianzun and perish at the same time The formation of a new fairyland?"

Immortal Qinghe's eyes were full of astonishment, and he was afraid for a while, so he wondered how Yuan Chengtianzun was so determined to go with that plan. After the lower realm, he was a mortal, a monk, and he could not wave his hands and set up formations.

Wanting to raise Qiantan Bingdilian into a big hidden danger, let Yang Xinyue act as a scapegoat, don't you know that Seizing the Sky Sending Spirit Art can be done?

Xianjun Hansong's face was colder than his name, he wanted to say something sarcastic, but even if Xianjun Yu was ten times smarter than Xianjun Yu, he couldn't avoid it. Are you going to die soon?

"When Sect Master Yang comes, you can talk to him yourself." Immortal Qinghe pressed his forehead weakly, "He won't come."

"Ok?"

Yu Xianjun said blankly: "It's not that he knows anything, but that Lingzhi is very sensitive to the strength and decline of spiritual energy. He walked halfway and realized that my mushroom was in a state of decline, and would soon die. It's not worth the trip, so I'll go to Yunluan Mountain instead."

"What did you say?"

Qinghe Xianjun's ominous premonition came true.

"I'm about to die." Yu Xianjun sighed a long time,

This sentence was not transmitted by divine sense, and all the immortals were in an uproar.

"The abnormality of Yunluan Mountain is due to the transformation of the earth veins, and the spiritual energy pouring in is no small matter." Yu Xianjun murmured, "Spiritual plants with the power to communicate with the earth veins will surely blossom and bear fruit if they get this opportunity—my mushroom There is something that has reached its limit many years ago, and then forced to catalyze it, there is only one way to die."

Poor Yu Xianjun's subordinates, before recovering from the reality that their own Xianjun is really a mushroom, they were knocked unconscious by the thunderbolt that Yu Xianjun was not long to live.

"We'll go to Yunluan Mountain to see what happened!" A group of immortals holding umbrellas shouted.

Yu Xianjun shook his head:

"The change of the earth's veins is very likely to break the trap. My limit is approaching, and it is also the destiny. Why do useless efforts."

"Xianjun-"

"After I die, you follow Qinghe, Hansong. They won't harm their subordinates."

After saying this, the phantom disappeared, and the edges of the mushrooms had begun to dry up.

The immortals wanted to cry, but who knew how to save a mushroom, watering it might not be enough.They couldn't figure out how the good things had come to such a point.

Qinghe Xianjun asked with his divine sense: "Is there really no way?"

"If I become Heavenly Venerable again, I will be able to survive the desperate situation." Yu Xianjun said.

This refers to the complete recovery of the spirit and soul, using the spiritual plant as the body to reshape the human form.

Without waiting for Xianjun Qinghe to say anything, Xianjun Yu said again: "But there is no luck here, and secondly, I feel ashamed in my heart, and I can no longer break through the realm."

In the distance, Yunluan Mountain is covered with a thick layer of clouds and mist, and it flickers from time to time.

Immortals who rushed over upon hearing the news could not enter at all.

Yang Xinyue stood with his hands behind his back, with a carefree attitude, he didn't even look at Immortal Lu Ao who was following him.

The monster Moxiu, who was forced to withdraw from Yunluan Mountain in embarrassment, shrank knowingly when he saw this scene.After the white centipede kicked out a few thorns, he suddenly found Luo Jingshu standing there in a daze.

Following Luo Jingshu's gaze, Bai Centipede saw Yang Xinyue standing in the void.

They had met the immortals in the trapped formation before, and suddenly someone they didn't know appeared, and the identity of the other party was about to be revealed.

The white centipede called Luo Jingshu cautiously.

The latter looked calm, but a little disappointed: "I should have known that he is not Luo Chengyu, even his appearance has changed."

Bai Centipede didn't know how to comfort her, but at this moment, a distant voice came from the west of the trapped formation: "I am the Heavenly Venerable Lingxian, I should have died and lived on in this world."

Everyone who heard this voice was shocked.

"The small world of Fuchu was destroyed by our momentary greed ten thousand years ago. The battle between the Nanhe Sect and the Beixuan faction was due to the selfishness of the immortal world. Taoism flourished in the small world of Fuchu. Because the immortals wanted to take advantage of the luck of this place, they just divided it up uneven..."

Yu Xianjun told the cause and effect all over again, with a faint voice:

"By chance, to this day, I have passed down the sky-sending spirit technique, but it can't save my life. Even if there are wonderful exercises in this world, they are useless!"

The tall mushroom, withered away its mycelium, slowly shriveled.

"I'm about to die now. I'm going to disperse my soul into the earth's veins. I don't want to live. I just want to break the formation and end the cause and effect of this body."