Lishen tactics can be cultivated into immortal souls. Once the souls appear, the reincarnation of heaven and earth is indestructible. Even if they die, they will be reborn again after a few years.
This technique is not one of the three thousand avenues of the ancient demon sect, but Ke Yunhai inadvertently obtained it in his early years.
But this technique is too difficult. Even if Ke Jiusi is rich in the sky, it is difficult to fully comprehend it. In the end, it was Ke Yunhai who refined the treasure before Ke Yunhai fell. In addition, Ke Jiusi experienced great changes. Indestructible.
"Life and death, Lishen tactics..." Meng Hao murmured, faintly with some enlightenment, but still vague, as if grasping a trace of direction, but when I looked carefully, there was nothing.
After a long time, Meng Hao opened his eyes, looked down at the black and white beads in his hand, and looked at it. All his will was integrated into the black and white.
As if this black and white turned into a vortex that could swallow everything, during this slow rotation, a picture slowly appeared in Meng Hao’s mind, in which he stood standing between the sky and the earth, his cultivation level When he spreads out, his right hand is raised, and the black and white two beads are turning in the palm of his hand.
Arrays of unspeakable fluctuations scattered from these two beads, flooding the entire world, and countless lives on the earth are worshiping. Meng Hao can easily grasp their lives and deaths, as if the world exists in these two beads. Control the avenue of life and death.
Finally one day, the ship banged, and when it stopped again, Meng Hao opened his eyes blankly and saw the familiar sea, which was Tianhehai, and the familiar land, which was the southern land.
When the ship stopped at the junction of the Southern Territory and Tianhehai, Meng Hao's whole body woke up.
Like a dream, a journey in a dream, or a search in a dream.
"Between life and death, people who have not died cannot understand."
Meng Hao was silent for a moment, then slowly stood up, and when he turned his head, he looked at the Tianhe Sea behind him. The sea was calm and turbulent. Meng Hao took a deep breath.
"It's time to leave, so this ship sent me here..."
"Li Shen Jue, you can understand it between life and death, and now I am still wandering outside the door..."
"So, am I willing to die silently in this life..."
"I'm not reconciled!" Meng Hao's eyes showed a strong attachment, which was like a flame, igniting his life, burning his confusion and bitterness about the future.
"I still have hope, even if Daoji loses, I still have hope!"
"My hope... is in the rebirth hole!!" The light in Meng Hao's eyes is extremely strong. The rebirth hole is his hope and the place of last choice.
Although Meng Hao doesn’t know much about the Cave of Death, there are too many legends about the Cave of Death in the Southern Territory. In these legends, most of these legends are about some strong men whose lives have reached the end and are about to die. At that time, step into the rebirth hole, eager to rebirth in it, and regain a prosperous life.
If you compare life to the beginning and death to the end, then from life to death is a reincarnation, and in the cave of rebirth, legend... can make people live a second reincarnation, just like a second life.
These legends, Meng Hao heard a lot when he was in the Southern Territory, and even outside the Rebirth Cave, he had personally stepped into it, but they were all on the periphery and did not enter the real Rebirth Cave.
As soon as you enter life, you die first, and you can die after death!
"According to the legend, not everyone can step into the hole of rebirth. Only those who have an infinite desire for life, and have great determination and great perseverance, can step into the cave.
Otherwise, on the way, it will fall on its own. "Meng Hao raised his head and looked in the direction of Southern Territory. The light in his eyes became more intense, with persistence and unwillingness to the future, he took a deep breath.
"Going into the hole, Meng Hao, I will break into it to see if I can start my second reincarnation and live again within it!" Meng Hao walked forward, following the splint, and stepped off the boat. , When he stepped on the beach, he turned his head and saw that the ancient ghost wheel slowly retreated, and the sea was fogged up. The tumbling fog eventually covered the ghost wheel, and after it was submerged, it slowly disappeared.
Only before disappearing, the old man in armor on the boat had a deep look in his eyes and looked at Meng Hao.
Meng Hao also looked at him. The two stared at each other through the mist. What he saw was not Meng Hao's world, and what Meng Hao saw was not his world.
Gradually, the fog dissipated, and the Ancient Youlun was also gone.
If it does not want people to see it, no one can see its existence.
The southern land, where there are many junctions with the Tianhe Sea, near the edge below, the sandy beach here is desolate, sometimes you can see the bones of some birds and beasts, it is very quiet around, without any human smoke.
Meng Hao had gray hair and was wearing a monk's gown, but his face was old. He looked like a mundane old man.
"I don't know how far it is from the Shengsheng Hole..." Meng Hao walked on the beach, stepping into the sand with every foot fall. After walking for a long time, he walked out of this beach. By the forest, he glanced over. Around, walk forward.
Meng Hao hasn't walked through the mountains for a long time. Before the foundation was built, he was in the country of Zhao. He often haunted the mountains and forests.
The mountain forest is not easy to walk, and there are thorny thorns. When the sunset is about to dissipate, and when the dusk comes, Meng Hao has climbed over a mountain. He was panting and exhausted all the way. At dusk, he leaned against a big tree and meditated cross-legged.
Meditating has become a habit, even if there is no cultivation base running in the body, this kind of meditation can also relax Meng Hao's whole person.
The sky was getting darker and darker. When it was completely dark, suddenly, a low roar came from the distant mountains and forests. At the same time, the fishy wind blew on the face. Then, in front of Meng Hao, a three-headed wild dog walked out of the mountains and forests. , This dog has three heads, one of which is withered, the other is exuding a cold air, and the last one is extremely irritable.
This mountain range was obviously the domain of this fierce beast, and Meng Hao's stepping into it made it appear with murderous intent in its eyes at this moment.
But it did not approach, but wandered around Meng Hao. It has a good cultivation base. It has reached the ninth level of Qi Condensation. With intuition, it faintly feels that Meng Hao's place seems to contain infinite danger, but it is dangerous here. In the middle, the feeling Meng Hao gave him was as fragile as a mortal.
This contradiction made it hesitate.
But with its patience, that is, persisting for half of the incense, he roared violently, his body rushed out, turned into a long rainbow, and came straight to Meng Hao.
Three heads, except for the withered head, the other two heads all opened their mouths in the blood basin, and the fishy wind blew on their faces. When they came straight to Meng Hao, Meng Hao suddenly opened his eyes.
He was weak, but at the moment when he opened his eyes, a cold light flashed in his eyes.
This cold light contained Meng Hao’s murderous intent. When he was migrating with the Wushen tribe in West Desert, he killed too many monks, and he already had evil spirits on his body. The method continues to suppress, and everything is revealed from the eye at this moment.
"Get out!" Meng Hao snorted coldly. Although the whole person was weak, there was still an aura that turned into invisible coercion and fell on the three wild dogs.
The hairs of this wild dog stood up in an instant, and then it paused in the air, with a sense of horror in the expression, in Meng Hao's voice, he turned and galloped away without hesitation.
Scaring the wild dog away, Meng Hao stood up, even if it was dusk, he still had to hurry.
He was very tired, but in this exhaustion, Meng Hao found that although his body was weak, there was a strength hidden in it, which was the strength of his body.
The reason why it could not be revealed was because Meng Hao's vitality was exhausted and could not be supported.
Just like a long illness of a strong man, it is an extravagant hope that he can exert 10% of his strength in the past, and Meng Hao here is more serious than chronic illness. The exhaustion of vitality makes Meng Hao vaguely understand that once he breaks out The power of the physical body means that one's own life has come to fall.
Meng Hao walked with difficulty. No matter sunrise or sunset, his body was older, but his longing for death in his eyes was stronger.
Until he walked out of this mountain range and stood on the top of the mountain, when he looked around and saw a huge lake, Meng Hao was taken aback.
This lake can also be called the sea.
Meng Hao can't forget this place, because this... is his once hometown.
This is the land where Zhao was once. After the ancestors of the mountain left, it turned into a deep pit, and now hundreds of years have passed and become a lake.
"That boat sent me here..." Meng Hao murmured, and walked forward until he walked to the lake, he looked at the lake, and he felt enlightenment in his heart.
"I was born here, this is my starting point..." Meng Hao sat cross-legged by the lake, looking at the lake, he was homesick.
There is a boat on the lake, but it is broken, floating on the shore, and a wooden house, also full of vicissitudes, it seems that no one has been here for a long time.
At this moment, dark clouds appeared in the sky, thunder roared, lightning flashed, rain... gradually fell.
Meng Hao walked into the wooden house, sat under the eaves, looked at the rain outside, and watched silently. His body was a little rickety and his face was vicissitudes of life. All around him was the sound of rain falling into the lake, accompanied by knocking on the wooden house. The voice, apart from that, was silent.
Until dusk fell, the sky was dark, the crescent moon was hidden in the dark clouds, only a corner was exposed, the rain was still rushing, and a cold wind blew across the lake, causing the wrecked ship to float, and then fell on Meng Hao. In the wind, Meng Hao tightened his clothes. When he looked up, he saw a woman in white on the lake, walking step by step.
The moment he saw this woman, Meng Hao was startled and lowered his head again in silence.