Chen Yi left the interrogation room, chatted with Bei Huang for a while, and then went home.
Sit quietly on the sofa for a long time and turn on the system.
To be honest, he had almost forgotten the existence of the system. Now that he thought about it, this so-called system for creating past lives was probably one of the incarnations of the will of the white fox face.
"System, go back to the previous life."
Ten thousand years ago, Chen Yi glanced at the bottom of the cold pool. Ao Lie still maintained his half-dead state. He simply ignored it and returned to the ruined temple in the barren mountain.
Close your eyes.
The ancient mark between the eyebrows suddenly appeared, and a mysterious and mysterious aura slowly rose.
In the dark void, blue lotus seeds took root and blossomed into countless green lotuses. These green lotuses clustered around him autonomously, like stars circling the moon.
Chen Yi stretched out his fingers and gently rubbed the lotus petals, as if weighing them.
One second.
one cent.
moment.
Sudden!
He opened his eyes suddenly, let out a long breath, and looked with deep eyes towards the west sky. There, there was a Buddha's light shining all over him, and there was a huge statue sitting there.
That mountain, that temple, and the existence inside suppressed it for half an era.
"You've been sitting in this position for too long, it's time to change!"
Whispering softly.
Finally, as if he had made some kind of determination, Chen, dressed solemnly and neatly dressed, raised his hand to hold his sword, and swung it towards the sky. A beam of bright sword light shot up into the sky in an instant.
This time.
He no longer hides his ambition, he wants to tell the world, tell the ghosts in Fengdu City, tell the ancient gods in the East, tell the devils in Leiyin Temple, he is here!
"Boom!"
Blood thunder arose on the ground, and the boundless sword energy turned into fierce evil. The evil gathered into clouds, the clouds condensed into rings, and the broken rings formed sounds, like the waves crashing on the shore, stretching for a hundred thousand miles and still not stopping.
Wherever you go.
No matter gods, Buddhas, demons, or human beings struggling to survive, they all looked towards the source. Strong winds rose suddenly, rain poured down, sand and rocks flew, and strange phenomena occurred frequently.
One pressure after another was imposed on him, and he accepted it calmly.
These existences are just minor characters and do not pose a threat. What he really needs to care about is the three Buddhas of Lingshan and...the underworld creatures hiding in the dark and watching!
And so on.
They will not take action easily, especially when the opponent's background is unpredictable. The longer they live, the more cautious they will be. After all, they have witnessed too many invincible deaths.
but.
Once they choose to take action, they will kill until death!
"Wow!"
As more and more green lotuses gathered around Chen Yi, there was already a sea of lotus under his feet, lifting him up. At this time, there was a sudden movement in the void:
Countless chains shot out without warning, directly hitting his seven orifices.
The shackles of heaven!
The destiny of this world is in Lingshan, and the destiny of Lingshan is in the three Buddhas. This means that the three Buddhas can mobilize the laws of heaven and earth and give orders to all living beings before the end of the Buddhist era.
The Three Buddhas do not allow people to transform into gods.
Chen Yi's Qinglian Dharma Body has the potential to transform into a god and has a way to die. Previously, he hid it in the mysterious world, but now it is revealed in public, so there are only two ways.
Either.
Suppressed by the yoke of heaven, he cut off the Qinglian Dharmakaya and bowed his head.
Either.
He smashed the shackles of heaven, broke the prison of destiny, opened a way for himself, and also opened a way for future generations to cultivate. From now on, everyone can become a god by cultivating in the mortal world.
How to choose...
His sword already has the answer!
"clang!"
The long sword lay horizontally.
The source of swordsmanship climbed up, as graceful as a thundering giant, dancing like a swimming dragon, directly smashing the chain of laws closest to him, and then retreated sharply to open his position.
100 meters.
Chen Yi stabilized his position and stared at the chains of laws that were shooting from all directions, forming a trap of encirclement. He suddenly smiled, and his mood became calmer.
Then he calmly held the sword flower in his hand, flicked it again, and inserted the scabbard into the ground.
Against the sea.
Unsheath!
