So What If You've Been Reborn?

The situation in Yunluan Mountain was turbulent.

All the immortals looked solemn and surrounded the place tightly.

In the midst of the sleepy formation, suddenly the sky was full of wind and snow, intermittent torrential rain poured down, the spiritual energy was chaotic, and any celestial phenomenon could not last.

Han Song, Qing He, Lu Ao, and Liu He each guarded one side, forcibly suppressing the aura that was running around, and all the immortals gathered around them, seeking shelter.

Among them, the most relaxed one belongs to Qinghe Xianjun.

With Yang Xinyue here, even if Qinghe Xianjun went to take a nap, nothing would happen here.

Immortal Liuhe became the unlucky one, he was very concerned about his identity, and would never hide his face when encountering such a thing, but he couldn't stand such a long delay and consumption, and soon became Hold on.

There are also some immortals standing on the sidelines of the distant mountain peaks, full of anxiety.

"Why don't you see Yu Xianjun's subordinates?"

"Tsk, it's still next to that dead mushroom! I really didn't expect that Yu Xianjun was the Lingxian Tianzun, and Nanxian Tianzun actually pretended to be a substitute, this—"

After all, the immortal who spoke did not dare to disrespect Tianzun, but the others couldn't help it, and sneered: "Nanxian Tianzun has never publicly stated that he is the ghost of one of the nine Tianzuns from ten thousand years ago. This hand is really high!"

"Nonsense! Who knows if that mushroom is talking nonsense?"

The immortals trapped in the trap are all subordinates of the two Heavenly Venerates in the north and the south. How can there be no dispute when it comes to such a major event?

Shi Zhonghuo was sitting on the canopy of the tree, it looked up in confusion and asked Nan Hongzi: "Master Daoist, aren't we here to catch fish?"

"Yes, a big fish!" Nan Hongzi said with a pun.

Shi Zhonghuo bit his finger and fell into deep thought: the master took away his master's pot of broth, and Nan Hongzi declared that "the one who wishes to take the bait", where is this fish?

Fatty's eyes rolled and rolled.

At this time, the whole formation suddenly shook, and a thick purple air spewed out from the hot spring in Yunluan Mountain, instantly dissipating into a canopy of purple clouds, covering all the springs and pools, and spreading along the direction of the water spirit veins.

The four immortal monarchs were knocked back again and again by this force, the formation that had been set up collapsed instantly, and the talisman shattered.

Yang Xinyue blurted out in shock: "Luck?"

"What?" Qinghe Xianjun thought he had heard wrong.

The thick purple air condenses into thousands of illusions, there is the sound of phoenixes singing and dragons singing across the sky, there is a golden lotus spring pool emerging from the ground, and there are thousands of clouds and horses galloping with auspicious air.

All the fairies panicked.

The divine sense couldn't touch these purple qi, the soul seemed to be overwhelmed by the purple qi, the immortal core was trembling even more, although the true essence was in the body, it couldn't use it at all.

"The purple air comes from the east, the sky looks west, and the three thousand worlds are all illusory. It turns out that luck is like this—"

Qinghe Xianjun muttered to himself, subconsciously looking at Yang Xinyue.

The Cloud Swallowing Whale, which was lying in Yang Xinyue's arms, screamed excitedly, and its tail flicked.

Yang Xinyue's face turned ugly.

He is very familiar with this kind of luck, it didn't come from any small world, it was Fuchu, that former fairy world!The fate that once mattered to his life now appeared before his eyes again.

It's just that it doesn't belong to him at all!

Yang Xinyue pressed the excited Cloud Swallowing Whale, feeling mixed feelings in his heart.

He could feel that this radiant vitality had nothing to do with him, even if he forcibly absorbed it, it would be of no use, because Fuchu was already a brand new world, just like when he traveled to the frontier and saw Nanhe The hometown of Zong, seeing this great mountain and river, is not what it used to be.

Those who are lost are no more, and it is hard to recover if they are overwhelmed.

Yang Xinyue's connection with the fairy world was completely severed. He would not die because of it, and the future prosperity of Fuchu Small World had nothing to do with him.

Immortal Lu Ao eagerly stretched out his hand, and the purple air passed through his body, and his face suddenly showed a bit of ferocity: "How did the luck of Fuchu Small World come here? Isn't there a lack of spiritual energy, and it is gradually declining?"

When the immortals came back to their senses, they were all surprised and looked at each other.

Among the spiritual veins of Yunluan Mountain and Water, the unlucky unicorn lay horizontally, dying, the silver carp jumped out of the water, and cried out excitedly: "Quickly gather this luck!"

Chen He couldn't hear anything.

The moment his soul returned to his body, he vomited a mouthful of blood.

From the meridians to the bones, he couldn't bear this force, and his time to become a fairy king was still too short.This is the first time that the realm has climbed, but the body can't keep up, and it is backlashed by the true essence?

"Brother."

Chen He called vaguely.

He wanted to tell Shi Feng that he was fine, but he couldn't utter a single word.

—— Zhan Yuanqiu, you really did something amazing.

Chen He smiled wryly in his heart. At the beginning, he just wanted to abduct a capable subordinate, how could it become like this?

It is true that he wanted to become a Celestial Venerable, but he never thought about taking the luck of Fuchu's small world, which has extraordinary significance.As a former fairy world, it is even in danger of collapsing at any time. It is really hard to say whether it is a disaster or a blessing.

Luck was sent by Zhan Yuanqiu inadvertently.

The most frightening thing is that being able to send out luck proves that he is already a patron of luck. The purple air covering Yunluan Mountain in front of him is probably only one-tenth of Zhan Yuanqiu's own.

Zhan Yuanqiu is not a fairy, he was unaware of the luck.

He gave Chen He something that the entire fairy world was flocking to.

Chen Ho couldn't help but laugh when he thought of the rhetoric he had just given to persuade Zhan Yuanqiu to reincarnate. What will happen to this kind of person who brings the luck of his own small world to reincarnation?

The founding king whose destiny belongs to mortals?Or a wizard in the cultivation world who will have no bottlenecks in his cultivation in the future?

With such a big movement in Yunluan Mountain, the white jade ginseng in the ground in the distance certainly noticed it.

With a flash of brilliance on the spot, Shen Yubo stood and looked into the distance, looking at the lingering purple air, and said to Mrs. Liang beside him: "When I realized that the way of heaven went back in time, I guessed what kind of person is worthy of the way of heaven. do so?"

The arm protruding from Mrs. Liang's sleeve turned into a terrifying spider's claw. She used it to hook Shen Yubai's waist casually, and said with a smile: "I don't think Heaven wants to give Qi to Chen Ho at all. It was a mistake, and the heavens will regret it."

Shen Yubo gave a rare smile.

There is no good or evil in the way of heaven, and there is no preference, otherwise I would be really depressed.

The silver carp jumped on Yunluan Mountain for a long time before thinking of looking for Shi Feng, who had also returned to his body, only to realize that something was wrong. Shi Feng actually planned to force his soul to leave his body to help Chen Ho.

"Don't get too close, luck is something that belongs to its owner!"

Shi Feng turned a deaf ear to it, his soul was revealed, and he stepped into Ziyun Ruiqi.

His junior was half submerged and half floating in the spring pool, covered in blood, the pool water was completely dyed with golden blood, and clusters of blue flames were floating in the air, dancing restlessly.

Burning Heart Immortal Fire absorbed Chen He's broken true essence, and became more and more powerful.

It caused the ground veins to continue to stir, and the water spirit veins could hardly suppress this omen of overthrow and destruction.

Shi Feng felt as if his soul had been cut by the sharp wind, but after he approached Chen Ho, Qing Huo reluctantly floated over to block him from the impact of Zi Qi.

"Brother..."

Chen Ho's consciousness was not so clear, he instinctively felt that Shi Feng's place was a safe place.

In the icy stream full of petals floating in the Heiyuan Valley, stepping on the futon in the cave with bare feet, the soft soles of the feet suddenly touched Shi Feng's loose hair... The round dumpling did not hesitate to grab Shi Feng's knee Climb up, then curled up against Shi Feng's chest and snored peacefully, falling asleep.

In a blink of an eye, the ever-blossoming and undefeated flowering tree turned into dead branches and leaves.

The valley was silent except for one grave.

He travels through the sky, from the fairyland to Huangquan, the Sansheng stone should not respond, the Naihe bridge does not appear, and the paper money in Wangxiang and the city is fluttering. Only the man turned around, walked out of the mist, and smiled at him.

——No matter what, the senior brother is here.

Chen He vaguely heard the sigh of the silver carp:

"The River of Forgetfulness you see is boundless?"

"..."

"The wider the bridge of Naihe, the more open-minded people's hearts will be. There will be no worries, no cause and effect. On the contrary, narrow-mindedness will be full of injustice. As for the Wangchuan River, those who can walk across it in a few steps will never give up."

"Your desire. There are too many desires, too deep obsessions, and there is no limit to forgetting the river."

Chen He heard himself say coldly: "So what?"

He doesn't need an afterlife, he doesn't need to cross that river.

"You're asking too much—"

Chen He suddenly opened his eyes: "But I got it!"

The canopy-like purple clouds in Yunluan Mountain seemed to be drawn back rapidly by the long whale. The spring pool was churning, and the water level dropped rapidly. Chen He stood up slowly and stepped onto the shore.

Green fire woven boots, purple vaporized crown.

Seeing Shi Feng return to his body, Chen He raised his hand and grabbed the water unicorn in the air.

"Congenital water spirit, trace to the same root, start!"

Then the unlucky water unicorn was thrown into the sky by a strong force. Before it could figure out what was going on in its dazed mind, Yunluan Mountain spewed out 49 [-] jets of water, trapping the water unicorn in it.

This is the earth veins reconciling with the power of a new Tianzun with the help of the chaotic power of Yu Xianjun's soul flying away.

"Leave the jade token to Yu Xianjun, and give the unicorn meat to the master. Do you do it on purpose?" Chen He said to himself, flipping his hands out of the place where the mushrooms withered, and summoned the jade token.

"Or a coincidence?"

Most of Qilin's leg was still in the Huanjian storage bag.

"Fu Wanling, descend to the sky, break!"

Yang Xinyue's expression changed suddenly, he looked up at the sky, he seemed to hesitate for a while, but he didn't move after all.

I saw that the sky was dim, and the sun and the moon were falling together.

The mountain peaks overturned, the primordial energy of chaos soared into the sky, and everything changed. Immortals couldn't ride the clouds and rolled into a ball on the ground.

A bang!

When the immortals climbed up in disgrace, they only felt the pure spirit of the gods blowing towards their faces, not the kind of violent chaotic vitality, and they couldn't see the sky, because the Tianhe was at a higher place, with infinite eyes.

"Out!"

"The trap is broken!"