So What If You've Been Reborn?

It was dark and dark, and the fog drifted vaguely.

When Chen Ho opened his eyes, he thought he had arrived at Cangjieyuan, but soon he could tell that the surroundings were empty and nothingness.

He looked down at the palm of his hand, his five fingers were long and slender, revealing a strange paleness.

The sleeves of the robe that covered the wrists were like a layer of black fog, swelled indefinitely, and the robe lost its substance.

Several souls of Bi Fang with bright red eyes surround Chen He's body. Inside their condensed shadow-like bodies, there are chains made up of tiny talismans, and the ends of the chains are submerged in the lines of the clothes.

This chain kept Bi Fang's soul intact, and at the same time restricted them to the vicinity of Chen He, preventing them from flying away.

The smoky hem of the robe snaked far behind him, dispelling the dark and gloomy atmosphere.Chen He looked at the clothes thoughtfully. The robes and accessories on the immortal were all magic weapons and had a fixed shape.

Pressing his fingers on his forehead, he stroked the loose long hair.

The boots, the crown, and the jade belt are all gone, only this outer robe remains.

——Because the soul of a monster was refined on this robe?

Chen He quickly determined that this body was out of his body, so he only ended up with a single robe covering his body.

It is very common for the mind and soul to leave the body when comprehending the earth veins. Chen He learned all the alchemist's techniques in Liuyan Mountain. He borrowed the earth fire. Every time he comprehended the earth veins, it was like walking into a vast and boundless treasure house , there is always something to gain.

This feeling is very subtle, indescribable, something that only happens between thoughts.

The situation in front of him is rather novel, where did the transforming leylines bring him?Chen Ho looked around, feeling a little uncertain.

In the empty darkness, there was the sound of water flowing.

Chen He walked alone for a long time, but he still didn't see anything. He didn't panic because he was trapped here, and his mind was calm and unwavering.

He has encountered many difficulties in his life, and it is nothing in retrospect. Even in the current situation, he is not afraid or worried, because he will always find a way out.

Dao, fate, and calamity can all be cut off.

Immortal world, six realms, and reincarnation are nothing to worry about.

In these three thousand worlds, there are always people who are fearless, have one mind, and are as clear as a mirror, only reflecting a certain person.After untying his knots, Chen He couldn't even show the illusions of the world's demons in front of his eyes.

The sound of water flowing became louder and louder, and Chen He finally saw the source of the sound.

A big river that is so wide that it has no boundaries.

The river water is pitch black, and if you look closely, it is a dirty dark red. There is a vast expanse of white reeds on the bank of the river, and there is also a huge snow-white rock standing on it, with brilliance flowing on it.

Chen He glanced at it, and the stone immediately became dim, and there was no abnormality at all.

"This, this High Immortal."

A feeble voice came out from afar.

Chen He vaguely saw a hunched figure, crouching under the lid of a pot as big as a millstone, while trembling, begging in a low voice: "Please restrain your powers, the ghosts on Huangquan Road are too frightened to move. There are no ghosts in the river. If you go a few steps forward, the Wangxiang Terrace will collapse."

I couldn't hold on any longer, and kept babbling on, this ghost is interesting.

Chen He took a look at the turbid river, so it turned out that the Shui Lingmai took him to the Underworld for a visit?

Wangchuan is also water.

"Which small world is this place?"

"Huh?" The ghost was dumbfounded.

Chen He raised his eyebrows, rolled up the sleeves of his robe with his fingers, and casually struck out a talisman to isolate himself from the surrounding fog.

As if there was a bang, countless white shadows appeared in the originally empty place. They all looked like they were dead, either old or hideous, holding their heads and sticking out their tongues. There are countless of them.

But no ghost dared to come within three feet of Chen He.

A large open space suddenly appeared in the middle of the silently walking white shadow.

The ghost who had previously lifted the lid of the large grinding pot breathed a sigh of relief, and ran to Chen He with his legs—yes, this ghost has legs, which made Chen He look him up with interest.

The official robes and hats, and the patch on the chest are not fairy birds and beasts in official uniforms in the world, but monsters with hideous faces.

The official hat swung, and the ghost was also handsome. Compared with the piles of white shadows around him whose lower body was nothing but smog, this ghost was no different from a living person. The soul was condensed and solid. Alice.

"Shangxian, what are you doing here?"

Of course, Chen Ho wouldn't bother with him about titles.

He wondered if this was Fuchu Small World.The silver carp has a water spirit vein, and wants to peek at the ground veins of the last fairy world. There are things in the human world but not in the fairy world, the underworld, the six reincarnations, isn't it all right?

"There is a magic cultivator named Xing Jietian, do you know?" Chen He said lightly.

"What, is it him?"

The ghost jumped up and down, patted his thigh and said repeatedly: "I will lead the way for Shangxian now, ouch, counting you, I have to settle with Xing Litian too much. But they are all ghosts, The new one, the one who died before... I can't think of it, he even stole the purse of a fairy, it's outrageous!"

"..."

The corners of Chen He's lips curved slightly.

When walking past the rock that was originally snow-white and now gray-black, Chen He saw many white shadows standing by the rock, refusing to move, and the chattering ghost in official robe suddenly shut up and looked at Chen He in awe.

"What is this?" Chen He asked casually.

"Reporting to Shangxian, this is the Three Lives Stone."

"Oh?"

Chen He was a little puzzled. It was rumored that he could see stones from the past, present, and future lives. It was so mysterious, why?Is it only available to dead ghosts?

The official-robed ghost observed his words and carefully explained to Chen He: "This stone probably dare not reflect your three lives on the immortal."

"If it's not daring, it's because it can't." Chen He said lightly.

He had a previous life, which was reverted back by the way of heaven.

afterlife?He has reached his current state, and he is only one step away from Tianzun. If he can't protect himself and his brother, it will probably be the destruction of the fairy world!

At that time, the three thousand worlds were completely destroyed, so what happened to the Three Lives Stone under the Underworld?

Chen He collected the soul light around him, and used a talisman to isolate his soul from the outside world. The official robe ghost didn't feel any real power, but after hearing Chen Ho's casual words, his calves started to tremble. up.

It's not timidity, it's a danger sign from intuition.

"I haven't asked about the name of the Shangxian yet." The official-robed ghost asked respectfully with lowered brows and pleasing eyes.

Chen Ho reckoned that if Li Yan was mentioned, this ghost might know who he was.

But to get the name of the fairy world, Chen He didn't have that kind of leisure. Hearing the situation, Xing Litian hadn't gone to reincarnate yet. There were many old people living in the underworld, so why use an unfamiliar name?

"Are all the ghosts in the underworld as verbose as you?"

The official-robed ghost trembled when he heard this, and didn't dare to ask any more questions.

Walking zigzagging for a long distance, a tall city wall slowly appeared in the black mist. Chen He noticed that among the new ghosts coming along the same road, the indistinct white figure had disappeared. These, although some of them have green faces and long fangs are disheveled, but they all still look decent, their eyes are bright, and they appear to be conscious.

There are people with brocade clothes and jade belts, and there are also people who traffickers and pawns, but most of them are ghosts dressed as monks.

Chen He is very familiar with their attire, and can even recognize the sects that some monks belong to. This is the case in the small world of Fuchu. Much has been lost over time, but some qualities remain the same.

It's interesting to say that the closest to Chen He is a Taoist with a mahogany sword on his back, half of his body blood-stained, but with a delicate face. Judging by the aura entangled in his soul, he is probably a Jindan cultivator.

He widened his eyes, looking at Chen He as if watching a red-crowned crane dancing in the lava.

"This little Daoist." Chen He thought of teasing, "I see your seal is black and red, this is peach blossom blood miasma, life and death catastrophe, one wrong step, eternal catastrophe."

"Huh? With such a face?"

Jindan cultivator instinctively said, and then he found himself fooled: "I'm already dead, what a face!"

"How can you say that, the people of the Heluo Sect count their destiny when they are alive, and their calamity when they become immortals. Even after they die, they have to count their future lives carefully."

The Jindan cultivator froze, not knowing how to refute.

The ghost in official robes who led the way for Chen He was quite frightened, and he didn't understand that the "Shangxian who looked down on the cold and proud" suddenly became a person who made fun of low-ranking monks.

"Senior... I don't know the title of senior?" The Jindan cultivator looked confused, obviously frightened by the fact that Chen He's spirit is more real than a living person, and the situation of several Bi Fang flying around. The cultivation world has not heard of any big figures recently. Fallen.

No, I have never heard of such a Mahayana monk.

While speaking, the city gate was approaching, and three black and twisted characters hung above it.

"Wang Xiangcheng."

As soon as Chen Hefu stepped in, someone screamed.

Next to the city gate, there was also a decent city gate officer, as well as a strange-looking ghost soldier holding an iron chain. The scream was made by the city gate officer.

Chen He didn't have the slightest impression of an old face.

"What are you bluffing!" The official-robed ghost leading the way felt that he had lost face, and immediately shouted loudly.

The city gate officer was about to faint, he was trembling and didn't know what to call him: "Chen...you, Mozun..."

The ghost in the official robe was shocked: "Why are you talking? This is a Shangxian, how can you be rude?"

Chen He turned a blind eye and walked over.

Wangxiang City is very large, except that the city is full of plains, and the shop signs with white flags and black characters are hung, which is not much different from the world. In front of the city gate is a high platform, which goes straight into the depths of the fog, and the sound of crying is endless.

The Jindan cultivator of the Heluo School stood there melancholy, and a few ghost soldiers came over and urged: "Are you going to the Wangxiang Terrace? If not, go to the city and don't get in the way!"

"Uh, didn't you cross the Naihe Bridge?" Brother Jindan was a little confused.

"If you think about it, live it, no one is stopping you. It's just that the longer you live in the underworld, the more yin you will be stained with. I'm afraid there will be no good things in the next life. If you can think about it, go to reincarnation as soon as possible! If you can't think about it, you can live for a few years. I can't stand these crying, dying and dying places."

An old man who was counting paper money at the gate of the city laughed, "There is no food or drink here, nothing to wear, nothing to do except watching ghosts dance and chopping ghosts for fun. Who can live long?"

"Immortals will also come to Huangquan?" Golden Core cultivator looked at Chen He's back, still feeling strange in his heart.

The old man who counted the paper money stretched his head, and said with some fear: "Is there really a fairy?"

The hand holding the paper money suddenly paused, the old man counted the money again in disbelief, and flew into a rage, jumped up and yelled angrily: "Xing Litian, you bastard, get out quickly, you stole the old man's money again!"