"Reincarnation... What exactly is reincarnation... I have already understood before that this reincarnation is the sky, but in fact, this reincarnation has more meanings besides being the sky." Wang Lin walked on the sky and kept thinking about it. Zhou Ru, Situ Nan, and the lunatic figure appeared.
"The madman’s experience may not be reincarnation, but Zhou Ru’s choice, Situ’s choice, is reincarnation... They did not choose to leave, but chose to integrate here, because they have too many fetters, too much concern, and reluctance to give up. .
Zhou Ru didn't let go of his parents and family affection in this life, and Situ didn't let go of the soldiers who followed him all his life. As Situ said, every reincarnation is a lifetime, and there are many concerns.
This is the power of reincarnation... It can make people in it, unable to extricate themselves, or, not willing to extricate themselves. "Wang Lin's eyes were at a loss, and in that loss, he seemed to have some more understanding.
"Reincarnation is the sky and a mirror. The self in this mirror is reincarnation."
The blankness in Wang Lin's eyes gradually dissipated, revealing Qingming. His understanding of reincarnation, in Zhou Ru's place, and Situ's place, gradually approached Consummation.
"I don't know what other people's choices are..." Wang Lin looked into the distance, sighed and walked away.
In the land of the fairy clan, within the scope of Beizhou, there are dense woods in a mountain range. This place looks extremely dangerous, with an official road winding down like a line of sky.
There, there is a cave, surrounded by no one, only birds and beasts exist, but after the cave appeared here many years ago, no wild beasts dared to come here.
The cave is extremely luxurious, and countless night pearls make the cave very bright, but the brightness is quiet because of this, and it reveals coldness.
At this moment, in the main room of the cave mansion, a monk was sitting cross-legged.
The monk looked young and looked like a dwarf, but he had a huge head. Compared with the big head, his body looked extremely thin and incongruous.
This big-headed monk had a gloomy expression and was spitting in, making this cave mansion full of sorrow.
"Big head..." While the monk was meditating, there was a sudden voice that whirled away in this gloomy cave.
The monk's mind was shocked and he opened his eyes violently. The moment he opened his eyes, he did not hesitate at all. He opened his eyes and let out a green light. The green light roared sharply, and went straight to the front that appeared in this cave. Of a white figure.
Wang Lin looked weird. The green light was a ferocious centipede. Before it approached, there was a fishy wind blowing on his face. Wang Lin raised his right hand and placed a little on the centipede. The centipede suddenly stopped and floated there motionless.
The big-headed monk looked shocked at the moment, his centipede was refined in the soul, even if the cultivation base was higher than him, it would be entangled by the centipede, giving him enough time to escape or shoot again.
But now, he was so easily frozen in the air by the person in front of him, and he couldn't even see the magical powers that the other party had displayed.
"Ma Tao, you must rush to kill you!" The big-headed monk let out a stern roar, his whole body banged, there was a lot of mist spreading, and he was about to flee as soon as he swayed.
"Ma Tao?" Wang Lin was stunned, his right hand was in the mist, and a ray of crystal light penetrated the mist, and when the big-headed monk fled, it was suddenly printed on the center of his eyebrows.
The whole body of the big head shook, his eyes were confused, and all kinds of memories seemed to continue to appear in his mind. At the same time, Wang Lin grabbed the void with his right hand, and immediately the power of the heaven and the earth in the surrounding mountains shook and rolled, condensed in Wang Lin's In his right hand, it turned into a small sword.
This sword is condensed by the power of heaven and earth and transformed by Wang Lin's letter skills. It can be described as a treasure!
With a flick, the little sword ran straight into the mist, stabbing it on the side wall, and took a deep look at the big head that was awakening memory in the mist. Wang Lin's eyes showed softness, his sleeves flicked, and the power of heaven and earth condensed. Then, turned into a large amount of pills and fell into a gourd, and after putting it aside, Wang Lin turned and left.
After a long time, the mist dispersed, and the big head walked out with a complex and blank expression. He sat there, looking at the empty cave house in a daze, until after a while, he raised his head and muttered softly.
"Master..." He saw the sword that shocked him, and saw the pill gourd filled with the power of heaven and earth beside him, tears were left in his eyes.
Also in this Northern State, in different continents, a line of dozens of changhongs whizzed away in the sky, and a crystal light flashed from a distance. In the stupefaction of these many monks, the crystal light disappeared between them. .
No one noticed that when the crystal light was dissipating, in the dazzling light, it fell into the middle of the group of monks, a boy wearing a red robe.
The boy shook his whole body, and the dusty memory in his mind slowly recovered.
The group of monks was surprised and wondered for a while. After a little discussion with each other, they hurried forward again. The red-clothed boy in the crowd showed confusion in his eyes. After a few hours, when the group of monks was resting on a mountain peak. At that time, the confusion in his eyes dissipated, and he was replaced by complexity and trance.
"I am... the red shirt..." The boy in red looked at the sky, slowly showing a smile on his face, he took a deep breath, looked at the land in front of him, his heart was full of excitement.
In Dongzhou, in Nanni Zhou where Wang Lin had passed by, there was a small-scale sect. There were not many monks in this sect. There were only a few thousand people. The mountain gate where Wang Lin was located was not very good. The aura is not very strong.
Especially with the imperial decree issued by several great heavenly sects of the immortal clan and the immortal emperor, after informing the entire clan sect of the immortal clan to make full preparations for battle, the undercurrent turned, making such small sects unable to calm down and must rely on some large sects. The door can continue to exist.
The war is about to begin, such a small sect, it is difficult for the future immortal war to continue to pass on.
Shen Bao, as the suzerain of this sect, his cultivation is even more impressive. Now he is quite anxious. He does not know where the future is. He does not know that his case will be able to survive the great battle hundreds of years later. Can't exist.
He finally climbed to where he is now and became a Sect Master. He didn't want to give up, but there seemed to be only one road in front of him, and that was Dependence.
But depending on the object and choice, there will be different consequences, and a large part of them are equally serious. Moreover, the elders in the sect held different opinions from him, and there seemed to be signs of splitting in the choice of attachment.
At this time when Shen Bao was worried, on this day, a young man dressed in white clothes and white hair came from the bottom of the mountain and stepped into this school step by step. He was Wang Lin.
Wang Lin found Shen Bao, and after a few hours, Wang Lin left.
When he left, Shen Bao stood outside the hall, looking at the sky, with confusion in his eyes. After a long time, the confusion slowly disappeared and turned into firmness.
During this period of time, Wang Lin saw almost all of the deceased people in the Dongfu realm. For some people, he chose to understand the memories of previous lives, and for some people, Wang Lin gave the other person the right to choose.
But no matter what happens in the end, Wang Lin will leave some things to save their lives, but after that part of the Dong Mansion is of the same origin, or that these people belong to the sect named Qi Dao.
The Sun Moon Sect, the strongest sect in Tianfang Continent, has hundreds of thousands of people, the first in the entire Tianfang Continent, and it is also one of the 13 sects of the nine sects in Dongzhou.
In the Sun Moon Sect, there have been many generations of Tianjiao for thousands of years, but none of them can compare to a woman named Qinghong. The talent of this woman is hard to find for thousands of years!
She became a disciple of the Sun Moon Sect hundreds of years ago. In just hundreds of thousands of years, she actually became the third step of power, and reached the peak of Kongni. It seems that she is only a short distance away, and she can become the cultivation of ethereal spirits. .
This naturally has a lot to do with Sun Moon Sect's full cultivation, but it also shows that this girl called Qinghong is precious in the eyes of Sun Moon Sect.
Especially the Sun Moon Sect's almost perennial retreat, the great elder who possesses the Golden Venerable cultivation base, it is said that she already possesses the strength of the Celestial Venerable, but has not gone to the land of the Celestial Venerable.
This person personally accepted this woman as a disciple, and would leave the customs every few years, and she would mention something about the cultivation of this woman. For a while, she even took this woman into her own retreat and practiced together. .
This woman, known as a saint in the Sun Moon Sect, was looked up to by countless people of the sect, and because of her beautiful beauty, she became the object of love for the disciples of the sect.
However, this woman is too good and shocking, and her personality is very indifferent. For hundreds of thousands of years, she has never chosen the behavior of a Taoist companion, but the more she is, the more she will be a disciple of the Sun Moon Sect. We admire.
Especially those elders' heirs and consciously qualified apprentices, the pursuit of this woman has never stopped.
On this day, the woman named Qinghong walked out of the retreat. The dark clouds were filled with thunder, and it seemed that rain could fall at any time. The thunder made her a little unable to meditate, as if something was about to happen.
She stood outside her own cave mansion, looking at the dark clouds between the sky and the earth, and looking at the purple flowers in the rain on the mountain, with confusion in her eyes.
A beautiful butterfly flew from there, facing the strong wind, flying around in front of the woman, attracting the woman's eyes.
She likes red and butterflies. Everyone in the sect only knows her first preference, but no one knows her second preference.
Looking at the flying butterflies, this beautiful woman's confusion in her eyes deepened. Like other reincarnated people, there are often hazinesses in her dreams.
She always felt that she did not belong to this piece of world. This feeling made her indifference different.
The thunder rumbling, the rain rushed down, spilled on the earth, blended with the mountain breeze, and formed a rain curtain like a curtain.
She wore a red dress and looked from a distance, like a red butterfly, and the butterfly in front of her, in the mountain breeze, in the rain, as if no one cares about it.
"Red Butterfly..." a soft voice came from behind the woman.