After crossing the Naihe Bridge and walking through the Road to Hell, at the end of reincarnation, everything is dark and deep, and the road is obscure, but it is not evil. The six paths that are constantly rotating in the depths of reincarnation bloom with wisps of brilliance, washing away the turbidity of all ghosts' obsessions, making them appear majestic and sacred.
One step away from the Six Paths of Reincarnation, three figures stand, one black, one white, and one green.
The cold-faced Bai Wuchang couldn't help but be moved before the reincarnation, and persuaded: "Friend Ruoxu, don't you think about it again? You need to know that reincarnation is difficult, even the reincarnation of Maitreya Bodhisattva in the heaven cannot claim to be 100% unbreakable. Mystery, after awakening from the past, it is better to stay and be a ghost and god for peace and stability."
"The two of us are here to recommend you in the underworld. You can choose the mountain god's land, the city god's yin general, and the gods in the four directions."
Hei Wuchang nodded and said, "In the Dharma-Ending Age, you have cultivated a calamity of ghosts and immortals, and a spirit of immortality, which is rare in the first place. Moreover, you have gained the merits of the nine generations of human beings. Now that you have converted to the Shinto, it will take you one hundred and ninety-six hundred years." Isn’t it wonderful that my Yinlongshou will be rich and glorious from now on?”
The Qingyi Taoist who was talking to Black and White Wuchang shook his head slightly, recalling the scene in which he had just become a ghost immortal in this life, but in order to save people, he was riddled with calamity, just like a mortal, and was helplessly hit and killed by a dump truck. His eyes suddenly said firmly: "Ghost Immortal Body Fragile, suffering from many calamities, just like a mortal during the calamity, the body will be destroyed if you are not careful, there is no hope of pure Yang, it is not what I want."
"The lifespan of gods is long, but they will eventually come to an end. Moreover, as a god, you have to perform your duties as a god and work for 129,600 years without a day to spare. Haha, this is worse than the capitalists I have seen during my lifetime. It’s going to be hard.”
"Although I, Zhang Ruoxu, am unbearable, I still want to pray for the immortals to be happy and live forever."
Black and White Wuchang looked at each other and knew that they couldn't persuade him, so they couldn't help but shake their heads and sighed in unison.
Zhang Ruoxu looked back at his two friends and couldn't help joking: "You two handsome men, it's my reincarnation, not your reincarnation and sighing."
"Be happy. If I succeed in cultivating Taoism in this life and become an immortal, I will come back to the underworld to have a drink with you."
"What if it doesn't work?" Hei Wuchang shook his head and said: "A page in the ancient history of Taoism, the sea has turned into dust, the thunder and lightning have dried up, and there are so many saints and sages in the world. There are also a few immortals who are transcendent. As far as I know, there are even a few immortals among them. The throne is the reincarnation of an innate emperor and enlightenment, and there are very few who truly achieve it afterward."
Bai Wuchang nodded and agreed with Hei Wuchang's words.
"If it doesn't work, then it won't work." Zhang Ruoxu patted Hei Wuchang on the shoulder and smiled freely: "If I don't succeed in this life, I can only come back and be a god king and enjoy the wealth of the gods."
"These two brothers are experienced ghosts and gods from the underworld. Remember to protect me when the time comes!"
Dang, Dang, Dang... the bells ring loudly, but not harshly, like the spring breeze turning into rain, reaching the ears of all spirits, urging all ghosts to go on their way, so that they can be reincarnated.
"Immortal life is precious, and there is no measure of human beings."
"The path of ghosts is the end of the road, and it is the door of life."
Zhang Ruoxu glanced at the Sansheng Stone, hummed, then waved his hand and stepped into the path of reincarnation without looking back. He didn't care about the black and white and impermanent shouts behind him, because the previous life was over and we would see you again in the next life.
With a smile, he happily stepped into reincarnation. With a pop, there seemed to be a splash of water, as if a great world was reincarnating, leading the true spirit there.
In the darkness, there is a Samsara Seal that is extremely holy but filled with the atmosphere of the netherworld.
Standing at the end of reincarnation, watching Zhang Ruoxu step into the wrong reincarnation step by step, Black and White looked ugly, as if he had eaten a dead child.
"You didn't tell him that this was the wrong reincarnation route!" Bai Wuchang couldn't help shouting.
Hei Wuchang squatted on the ground, covered his face, and said weakly: "I thought you said it, but I didn't."
"It's over. Fellow Daoist Zhang is completely over." Bai Wuchang looked up at the sky, showing a dead fish eye, and said with a bit of despair.
Hei Wuchang raised his head in surprise: "That's not the case. Taoist friend Zhang Ruoxu is extremely resilient and can even become a ghost immortal in the Mo Dharma. What ancient world of reincarnation has he entered that can kill him?"
There was no emotion in Bai Wuchang's eyes, and he said coldly: "Zhetian Ancient World."
With a crash, Hei Wuchang jumped up, his eyes flashed with a hint of shock, and he quickly asked: "Is it the sky-shaping universe that has been going through the tribulation since the beginning of humanity, either being struck by lightning or on the way to being struck by lightning?!"
Bai Wuchang nodded expressionlessly.
"Covering the sky and the universe, the Immortal Realm is damaged, and the universe is incomplete..." Hei Wuchang murmured bitterly: "Enlightenment is like a sage, whose life span is only five or six thousand years; as powerful as an emperor, his breath destroys the galaxy, and the great road suppresses the universe, standing in the human realm At the peak, you can only live ten thousand or twenty thousand years in one life."
"Becoming an immortal in this kind of universe is the most powerful, but it is also the most difficult."
"Let's pack up and prepare for the Divine Lord Ceremony after the death of Taoist friend Zhang Ruoxu. Then we will give him some more magic weapons as compensation."
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The bright one is light. At the turn of the sun and the moon, yin and yang change.
The emperor is heaven. The beginning of all things is the Emperor God.
Covering the sky and the universe, Emperor Ming sat down twelve thousand years later.
The Great Dao revived, the environment of heaven and earth changed drastically, the essence flowed, which was extremely suitable for practice, and outstanding people emerged in large numbers, recreating a vast and prosperous age.
The geniuses of all the worlds have become saints and sages in this life, talking about the realm of immortals, conquering the emperor's path, and hoping to conquer the immortals in this life!
In the dark and silent universe, in the boundless starry sky, among the dead stars, an ancient man lifted up his coffin.
"Who am I, who am I."
A young man with a handsome face but premature hair opened the board of his coffin and looked at the immortal patterns and divine patterns engraved on the inside of the coffin, and he couldn't help but feel confused.
Sitting alone in the coffin, he asked himself, recalling each thought, the young man's eyes became brighter and brighter, he suddenly raised his head and shouted angrily: "I am Emperor Ming, I am Zhang Ruoxu!"
"I didn't find the elixir of death. This is my first old age in my life!!!"
In an instant, in the universe, the aura of Emperor Sisi dropped. Emperor Ming Zhang Ruoxu stood up immediately, like a supreme god looking down at the nine heavens and ten earth, with his silver hair scattered, suppressing the past, present and future. Inadvertently, traces of divine power emerged, and his vitality was like a vast ocean. The sea is filled with blood and energy, and ancient stars are swaying, frightened by the aura of the Great Emperor.
It shook the three realms and six realms, and destroyed three generations in ten directions.
If it weren't for being in the depths of the universe, it would inevitably attract the shock and peeps of the supreme being in the restricted area. An ancient emperor who should have passed away long ago is still alive now, and he has not yet killed himself or sealed himself.
"I am Zhang Ruoxu, I am Emperor Ming, and I am fighting for my life in reincarnation."
"But why am I here?!"
While Zhang Ruoxu was thinking, he suddenly looked up at the starry sky. In a trance, a divine light shone like thunder to destroy the world. Hundreds of light-years away, a barren star burst into flames and instantly exploded into bits of stardust.
As a former enlightened person, he read a lot of information from the Tianxin Seal and recalled his past.
