Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 903 The Way of Reincarnation
Liu Qinghuan looked at the Qianqiu reincarnation pen in her hand.

Life and death go back and forth for an endless period, like a wheel spinning without end, life and death and reincarnation have always been connected together.

Looking back in 3000 years, the Tao is from an old friend.Life is not the end, and death is not the end. There is great terror between life and death, so all monks look forward to leaving life and death and transcending samsara.

Liu Qinghuan flicked the Qianqiu reincarnation brush lightly, and since he got this destined treasure, he has brought it with him every day, pondering it all the time.

A ray of light jumped up from the body of the pen and flicked on his fingertips, and the mysterious artistic conception of Tao slowly unfolded.

Like the dewdrops and bubbles on the blades of grass, they appear and disappear, and like the wild flowers and weeds in the mountains and forests, they are proud and falling.The flow of time, the cycle of life and death, the way of reincarnation, life and death can be seen in the absence of life and death.

With a flash of understanding, he picked up the pen and put it down!

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I don't know when, the offensive and defensive momentum has been reversed.

The middle-aged male cultivator who was aggressive at the beginning hid in the realm created by his own Taoism and couldn't shrink back; while Liu Qinghuan, who was forced to be precarious at the beginning, now strongly turned against the guest.

The surging power of the five elements fills the heaven and the earth, while the clouds and the earth are hidden in the clouds and neon on one side, and everything in the chaos begins, and the meaning of vicissitudes and vicissitudes spirals down.

On the other side, the endless darkness spreads silently, and the place it passes is utterly silent, but when it touches this newborn world, it becomes extremely fierce and turns into a raging black tide.

A wave of annihilation, a wave of rebirth, a wave of unrest, and a wave of resurgence, the sound of slapping is like thunder rolling, tearing apart the five-color glow.

It was just a contest between the two, and for a while, no one could do anything to the other, and the situation fell into a stalemate.

Compared to Liu Qinghuan, the middle-aged male cultivator at this time was full of shame and anger.

In the so-called Dao battle, it is obvious that he has been reduced to the disadvantage in this situation, after all, the opponent's cultivation base is a whole level lower than his!
But at this moment, the middle-aged male cultivator suddenly shuddered and turned his head to look.

The surging black tide seemed to suddenly become a little different. The sound of the turbulent waves hitting the shore was loud, and the land built by the power of the five elements was photographed collapsing in large areas, returning to the colorful rays of light, and the waves rolled over. Disappear and annihilate.

The sound of "click" sounded, and this small world seemed to be collapsing at first sight!
The middle-aged man's face was instantly as black as the bottom of a pot, and when he raised his hand, two suns suddenly appeared in the sky.

The earth wheel fell to the ground and turned into a continuous mountain ridge, towering up from the sky and the earth, stabilizing the trembling space.

The golden wheel shines in the sky, and the bright and blazing golden light blooms, driving the darkness back with great penetrating power.

The middle-aged male cultivator changed his mind, suppressed his gloominess, flew up to the top of the mountain, and shouted to Liu Qing who was outside: "Hahaha, it seems that your Dao is only mediocre, what kind of big karma technique, how dare you block it?" In the second place on the Three Thousand Avenues, it may not be much better than my five elements!"

Across the sea, Liu Qinghuan looked away from the Qianqiu reincarnation pen in his hand, looked up, then lowered his head indifferently.

In his writing, dots of light slowly flow out, and a narrow, small and dilapidated wooden boat gradually floats up from the black tide...

A trace of nostalgia flashed in Liu Qinghuan's eyes, unexpectedly, after many years, he could still see this wooden boat, which was very common in the mortal world, but had special meaning to him.

Back then when he transformed into a god, in order to merge with the Dao realm, he sealed his own memory and spiritual knowledge to practice in the world, and worked as a ferryman between the world and the underworld for decades.

What the ferryman does is to send the dead souls of mortals into reincarnation. Today, he comprehended the meaning of reincarnation, and this boat appeared naturally.

At this time, the voice of the middle-aged male cultivator came again, but this time the subject suddenly changed and became more serious.

"Fellow Daoist, I think you are not my Qingming person. It is not easy to get to Qingming. You and I fight each other to the death. In the end, we may both lose, and the treasures are also cheaper for others."

He pointedly looked towards the distance, and over there was the position of no-self.

Hearing this, Liu Qinghuan finally reacted, but just glanced at him with a half-smile.

This person doesn't want to seek peace because he can't fight the Taoism, right?
But how can there be such a cheap thing in the world, you can fight if you want, and you can't fight if you don't want to?hehe.

Seeing that Liu Qinghuan didn't seem to be tempted, the middle-aged male cultivator was secretly angry, squeezed his cuffs, and said, "Why don't you share the spiritual liquid in Shennong Cauldron equally between you and me, and no one will suffer, how about it?"

Liu Qinghuan's eyes flashed, and she replied aloud: "That's fine, but I still want the Shennong Cauldron."

The middle-aged man Xiu Xiu stared suspiciously at the wooden boat that suddenly appeared, but he didn't notice anything unusual after looking around.

On the contrary, due to the long-term wind and rain, the body of the ship is covered with traces of time, and through the palm-wide cracks, even the extremely simple interior can be seen.

Hearing Liu Qinghuan's reply, the middle-aged male cultivator smiled and said, "It's not impossible... So, Fellow Daoist is quite accomplished in alchemy?"

Liu Qinghuan didn't answer him, she jumped onto the wooden boat with a light jump, and skillfully picked up the two wooden oars that were lightly resting on the side of the boat.

"Om~"

An extremely mysterious artistic conception exploded, the ship shook slightly, small waves suddenly appeared on the river surface, and the pure black color gradually faded, turning into a turbid blood-yellow color.

A fishy wind blew past, and there was a faint humming sound in the wind, as if the undead wandering all day in the city of vain were whispering, or like
The sinful souls who were tortured and punished in the Meat Sauce Hell whimpered endlessly, and they felt a chill down their backs, and they felt a sense of chills for no reason.

At this time, Liu Qinghuan's eyebrows were lowered, and the aura around her body also changed with the surrounding changes, as if time had flown back, and she was back to the ferryman who shuttled between the world and the dead all day long.

The middle-aged male cultivator was stunned by such a sudden change, and at the same time felt shocked in his heart. He sneered and said, "Very well, it seems that you are toasting and not eating fine wine! Don't think I can't help it..."

He waved his hand, and the powerful five-element chakra exploded in the sky, and the flaming fireball fell from the sky, smashed into the long river below, and set off huge waves.

His face was cloudy again for a moment, and when he gritted his teeth, a dark golden joint appeared on his hand.

I saw that the osteotomy joint was only two inches long, and the bone looked extremely rough. As soon as it appeared, an extremely thick and brutal aura dispersed, suppressing the boiling flames for a bit.

The middle-aged man's shaved face showed a bit of struggle, and then became fierce again, pressing the dark gold joints on his chest!
"Hmm~"

He let out a low snort, his face turned golden in an instant, his body trembled violently, but his breath began to rise sharply!
(End of this chapter)