I'm doing business in the Shura field [Rebirth]

How far would she have been able to go if she hadn't suffered such a catastrophe.Fang Qinghong thought in a daze.

It's a pity to be so talented.

In the sad spring and sad autumn, Jiang Jinghong pulled him back, "Hurry up and help me protect the law."

After the other party finished speaking, he stood still in front of the altar, facing the violent wind, and drew a line with his fingertips on his left and right arms.The gushing blood flowed all over the ground, absorbed by the mottled patterns carved on the stone bricks, and then flowed slowly along the trajectory curve.

Only then did Fang Qinghong realize that what they were standing under was actually a magic circle.

Jiang Jinghong formed a strange seal with his hands, and then chanted the formula in a low voice.

The voice seemed to come directly from the abdominal cavity, with a low tone, but emotionally it had a lot of ups and downs, more like shouting, praying for something.

Fang Qinghong and He Lianjue stood behind him.Fang Qinghong stared at his feet to study the magic circle, while He Lianjue watched intently, Helian Wushe who was fighting with Dao Yan, in case he suddenly made trouble.

He Tiantian was a little uneasy, he hesitated to speak several times, but finally held back.Just now, she wanted to hand over the Huixue Sword that was returned to protect her to Yu Daoyan, but was rejected by the other party.

Afterwards, it was also proved that the assistance of the magic weapon is not so important to Dao Yan's current state.

Chunyuyan trusts her master unconditionally, sticking to Jiang Jinghong's nearest neighbor, looking at him worriedly.

With the flow of essence and blood, Jiang Jinghong's face became paler, but he still didn't stop, gritting his teeth and continued to chant.

You can't miss any note in the libretto, otherwise, not only will all previous efforts be wasted, but you will also be backlashed by the terrible Taoism.

Not long after, a majestic force gathered above the altar.It seems that the majestic solemnity that condenses the vast ancient times and the principles of heaven and earth makes people feel intimidated.

After Jiang Jinghong finished reading the last note, his knees softened and he knelt down on the ground, trying his last strength to remind: "Kneel down!"

Needless to say, the rest of the crowd fell to their knees.In the face of absolute power, they are all small and pitiful.

Fang Qinghong couldn't hear anything.Ever since it appeared, in his sea of ​​consciousness, there has been a voice calling out all the time: Come here, come here quickly.

The body's desire for it is more instinctive, just like a baby's desire for the mother's body, he is also longing for this power.

The power of primordial spirit.

In the primordial chaos, all things are brewed, and even the natural gods are born in it. It is the mother spirit that truly breeds life.

Consciousness gradually blurred, Fang Qinghong's remaining energy was concentrated on the portal that was gradually gathering in front of him.

Behind the opened door was endless darkness, but the voice in his head grew louder.They are calling themselves, like calling a long-lost child, and my body is also eagerly responding.

Unable to distinguish between reality and illusion, he only felt that the darkness inside the door suddenly began to spin like a spiral, and the huge force generated sucked him in.

At the last moment before entering, Fang Qinghong glanced back.

In the field of vision, there are only fluttering crystal snowflakes, and the appearance of the leaves being blown by the strong wind and drifting with the tide.

Immediately afterwards, boundless darkness engulfed him.

I don't know how long it has passed, the consciousness gradually returned, Fang Qinghong suddenly opened his eyes, and found that his body could not move, he could only wander in the dark river.

He tried his best to mobilize his spiritual sense, observed the surroundings, and found that there was a huge horror here, which could not be detected at all.Then there is nothing.

Inside the gate of all wonders, everything returns to the original nothingness.

Fang Qinghong noticed that on the little finger of his left hand, the red thread that was usually invisible was exposed at this moment, floating weakly and bonelessly.

Everything is here, there is nothing to hide.

After staring blankly for a while, he suddenly reached out to reach for the thin red thread that seemed to break if pulled hard.

He carefully pinched it in his hand, then groped and pulled it little by little.

He didn't know why he did it.He just, just wanted to see if the person he thought of would appear on the other side of the red line if he pulled it to the end.

The voice that kept calling to me came from my ear: "My lovely child, I can give you whatever you want."

Fang Qinghong was vigilant: "Who are you?"

"Me? You can think that I am the existence that gave birth to you."

Fang Qinghong: "Are you... are my mother?"

"Mother? What a novel title, you may think."

Fang Qinghong: "What do you mean? Could it be that I..."

"That's right, you are not a mortal, and you don't have parents in the worldly sense."

Fang Qinghong suddenly thought of something, and asked: "The author asked you to do this too?"

"No, he didn't think so far. It was I who chose to conceive you."

"If you are not born, the world will die because of unnecessary existence. But he never thought about designing your parents, how to conceive you will become a problem."

"The crane that sent you to Huanhua Sword Sect was also evolved by me."

Fang Qinghong unconsciously clenched the red thread in his hand, and murmured: "Are you the Dao of Heaven?"

"Yes and no."

"what for?"

"Collect the nine-character mantra, and you will know it yourself. If I tell you now, you won't be able to comprehend it."

"Did you also create the Nine-Character Mantra?"

"No."

"That……"

That voice interrupted him: "Fang Qinghong, you are the child of destiny, can you ask for anything?"

Fang Qinghong: "Then I want to know the answers to everything!"

The other party was silent for a moment, and said, "Okay."

"The karma is over, and there is a destiny in the dark. From this moment on, all the karma of the truth will be inherited by you."

After the owner of the voice finished speaking, Fang Qinghong passed out again.

After a long silence, a faint human voice could be heard. Fang Qinghong subconsciously walked towards the source of the sound, only to realize that his body could actually move.

The voice came from the light source in front of him. As he walked, he left the boundless darkness behind and finally saw the light of day.After he saw the scene in front of him clearly, he was suddenly stunned.

He was in a temple, and the one enshrined in the temple was the Queen Mother of the West who looked exactly like Liu Menghan!

The other person who had the same face knelt in front of the god statue, praying to her god, wanting a red thread for marriage with Fang Qinghong.

At that time, Liu Menghan didn't have the cultivation base that is enough to eat tea today, but he was just a distracted monk, with an expression on his face that was as old as the old well, and there were no traces of immaturity.

In Fang Qinghong's memory, she always seemed to be like this, calm and calm, nothing could disturb her steps.

Will Queen Mother Xi really respond?

Didn't she have passed away long ago, at the end of the flood and famine.

Soon, the answer was revealed, and a red line appeared on the shrine in front of the bronze statue.At the same time, an old voice sounded:

"This is what the ancestors took for you from the Six Paths of Samsara, and the other end has already been tied to the hand of the Son of Destiny. As long as you have it, no matter where the Son of Destiny goes, you can sense his position and share his Luck."

"Use it well and don't let us down."

"Yes."

Liu Menghan finished the salute respectfully, took the red thread, and wrapped it around the little finger of her right hand.

"When will you act?"

Hearing the sound, Liu Menghan stopped gesticulating and lowered her eyes: "I will look for opportunities in this Dao Demon War."

Dao Demon War?

The time I saved myself, right at the end of the war, she really lied to me.Fang Qinghong thought, his heart felt like still water.

The body fell suddenly, Fang Qinghong only felt that the picture in front of him turned around, and he came to a place surrounded by immortal energy.The white mist-like fairy air disperses sequentially as he walks forward.

The young man stopped at the edge of the high platform, looked up at the huge runner towering into the sky in front of him, and was dumbfounded.

The whole body of the runner is jet black, and next to it, there are countless small runners, large and small, with gears interlaced with each other, making a creaking sound.

He glanced down again, and the gear had been plunged into the endless abyss, and he couldn't see the bottom at all.

And on the largest gear among them, the ancient inscriptions are used to write the four big characters "Six Paths of Reincarnation".

Fang Qinghong never expected that the so-called six paths of reincarnation are not six passages, but such a strange thing.

Is this also designed by the author?

At this time, footsteps came from behind.Fang Qinghong turned his head and couldn't help blurting out: "Fuyao!"

The handsome man didn't see him, and passed him by, walked to the edge of the reincarnation platform, and jumped down without giving Fang Qinghong a chance to reach out to pull him.

"No!"

"No!"

Another voice sounded at the same time as Fang Qinghong.

However, the young man was not in the mood to search for it at all. On the contrary, it was its owner who continued to yell towards the audience like a cannonball: "Fenghuang, trespassing on the six realms of reincarnation and destroying the fate of others is an unforgivable sin! , Come up quickly!"

There was a lot of fist and fist, but there was no response.

And when Fuyao came up again in a mess, he was already holding a shrunken gear in his hand.

The gears that had broken away from the main body of the six realms fell apart in his hands, turning into countless red threads and floating in the sky.And on each red thread, there are many crystal clear threads of cause and effect.

Fu Yao stared intently, then swiftly made a move, grabbed one of them, and pulled it out abruptly!

"Since destiny cannot be violated, how did this thread get entangled?" Fuyao said.

The male voice in the void faltered: "They... took advantage of Queen Mother Xi and the author's setting for the Son of Destiny to take advantage of the loopholes in the ancient laws."

Fuyao remained silent, and then suddenly exerted force with both hands, breaking the red thread.

"you……!"

Fu Yao said indifferently: "In this way, there will be nothing to trace his whereabouts."

The male voice let out a long sigh: "Even if you destroy the chess pieces they arranged in the mortal world, the people in the fairy world will not let it go."

Fuyao: "I know. Just give him some more time. What he lacks most now is the opportunity to grow."

He lowered his head, staring blankly at the red thread broken in two in his hand.

"But you are destined to have no intersection with him in the trajectory of destiny. Interfering with his destiny without authorization is to affect the future of the son of destiny. Even if you are born, this consequence cannot be eliminated."

Fuyao took a deep breath, wrapped the broken red thread around his right little finger. "In this way, I and him are connected by cause and effect."

"You...you want to rely on the marriage symbiosis of the red line to extradite the curse that should have been borne by him?! You are crazy!"

"Then what do you do, who can save you?"

"It doesn't matter." Fuyao said.

"But after paying so much, you still failed in the end? Aren't you in vain..."

"No. I'm willing to do anything for him." Fuyao interrupted him.

Then, as if thinking of something, a faint smile appeared on the man's face: "Besides, I believe him."

There is nothing Fang Qinghong can't do, and he will definitely succeed.His expression said so.

Fang Qinghong stared blankly, only to feel that there are thousands of things in the world, and they are no match for Fu Yao, who stretched his face and raised his eyebrows.

"Time is running out, I'll go down to the realm to save him first, before he returns to the present world, I'll be counting on you here." After Fuyao finished speaking, he hurriedly left the Six Paths of Samsara.

There is no need for too much explanation, the man's words, words and deeds all silently tell his own persistence.

Sudden suffocation from the pain in the heart, Fang Qinghong couldn't help pressing his chest.

The dizziness and weightlessness hit, and the scene changed again. This time, he came to the all-too-familiar Taoyuan Secret Realm.In the Nirvana Nest, Fuyao is going through his half-monthly Phoenix Nirvana.

The curse relies on eating away at the power of "life" to produce more "death" energy.This 'death' energy is the 'evil force' that Fang Qinghong is familiar with.

But Phoenix Nirvana, its image is endless life, if it is not able to be reborn again and again, Fuyao would not be able to survive at all.But it is precisely because of Nirvana that while giving him vitality, it will also continuously provide power to the curse.

Thus, a vicious circle is formed.

Every time Fuyao is reborn, with the prosperity of 'evil power', he will become more painful.

Just like this time, his whole body was convulsed, and the black energy was constantly wrestling with his own strength, fighting for the dominance of his body.

"Yunhong... Yunhong..."

Only when Fang Qinghong got closer could he hear that Fuyao was calling for him.And the other party relied on this to barely keep the Lingtai clear.

And at this moment, he heard his own voice, coming from above the Nirvana Nest. "Stop it, it will burn!"

In the Nirvana Nest, he was transforming to the last moment, Fuyao's half-black face suddenly changed, he had no energy to control his tone, and he shouted: "Get out!"

Then he waved his sleeves and hit a strong wind, fanning people out of the barrier.

Fang Qinghong's heart set off monstrous waves, it was the time Jiang Zi brought him here!

At that time, Fuyao, after fanning out that burst of strength, fell back into the blood-stained Phoenix Nest.He said to Jiang Zi through sound transmission: "Bring him again, and I will beat you back to your original shape."

Jiang Zi hurriedly replied: "But lord, you were clearly calling for him just now and wanted to see him, but this subordinate just..."

"No, I don't want to see him." Fuyao looked down, staring at the red line on his right hand, and said.

After speaking, the flames soaring into the sky engulfed him.

The pain in the heart spread, covering all the limbs.Fang Qinghong's eyes were hot, his body staggered and knelt down on the ground, desperately pressing his sore and swollen chest.

Sorry to make you do so much for me.

Sorry for forgetting about you.

"I miss you..." he confided in a low voice, with a slight trill.

"Sorry, I miss you so much."

Some words, as long as they are spoken, will flow much more smoothly.

"I also... want to see you."