Ten Thousand Paths to Becoming a God

The power of the soul of the nightingale wrapped this silver-gray, quaint storage ring for a moment, and then a special space appeared. -basket. color. book. bar,

Great space!

The nightingale was shocked, and the space for this storage ring was ten times larger than the space for the storage ring left by Feng Dian and Lushan.

Just as the nightingale was about to investigate what was inside the storage ring, a burst of energy appeared, and Tian Yu stretched its wings and couldn't retreat. Everything was still.

Then in front of Tian Yu, there was an energy figure.

The energy figure was wearing a robbed robes and a white-haired shawl. His eyes kept looking at the nightingale.

This figure is exactly the same as the body, and the shock of the nightingale is incomprehensible.

"The years are like a knife, rushing for a long time, you young man is good, but unfortunately not a death attribute." The old man opened his mouth, and as the old man opened his mouth, the nightingale found himself moving, but the space and the surrounding space were still.

"The younger generation did not want to offend the predecessors, but the body was weathered and could not be buried in the earth." The nightingale determined that the energy was old and related to the body.

"Since I am dead, the body is just a skin sac. It is nothing but dust, earth and soil. The soul of this seat has been staying in the storage ring. It is the power of your soul that makes this sorrowful body wake up. Come," the old man said.

"What are the wishes of the predecessors, need the younger generation to reach?" asked the nightingale.

"Yes, this storage ring is the legacy of this seat. There is a heritage of this seat inside. If you can promise to find a inheritance for the practice of this seat, then the legacy of this seat is yours, if not, then The storage ring will be shattered," the old man said.

"But the predecessors need to know that the cultivators of the death attribute are hard to meet. Those who meet the attributes of death must also look at the heart. If the person with bad heart gets the inheritance of the predecessors, it is a curse, so I prefer this storage. The ring is ruined, and I don’t want to make a promise indiscriminately.” I thought about the nightingale and said.

"You think it is right, as long as you promise, there will be a suitable death attribute practitioner, and the death secret of this seat can be passed down." The old man said.

"Predecessors can rest assured that this younger generation can do it." The nightingale said.

"That's it, the resources in this storage ring are yours, you can also learn the death secrets. In addition, some of the medicinal herbs in the storage ring are dead. I hope that you can leave it to the seat." Disciple." The old man sighed, and the energy figure was dimmed.

"The younger generation must do it." The nightingale said.

"Okay! In fact, this seat prefers you more, but you have nothing to do with nothingness. This seat is not wrong with your children." After listening to the promise of the nightingale, the old man nodded with satisfaction.

"Predecessors praised, if there is still a need for the younger generation, please make it clear that the younger generation who can help must do it." The nightingale said.

"Then you will help the seat again. This seat is the person of Ximing. The ancestral gate is the dark island. You have time to visit the dark island. You can write a copy of the death secret of this seat to Diablo Island. If the sect of the sect is destroyed, then you don't have to go to it. When is it convenient, when can you go," the old man said.

"Xi Ming, is it the West Ming domain?" asked the nightingale.

"What is the West Ming domain?" The old man asked a question.

"The Netherland in the nine fields and eighteen states, the younger generation never heard of the place called Ximing." The nightingale said.

"Nine Domains and Eighteen States? West Ming Domain... This seat does not know, you talk to this seat." The old man said after a sinking.

The nightingale tells the history and current situation of the nine regions and eighteen states.

"The war in that year should be the battle of the gods in the current history, hehe! Even if you can’t change anything, it’s not the last battle. When your nine-domain and eighteen states prosper again, they will once again enter a peak. Such a war will happen." The old man who finished the speech began to groan.

"Predecessors, how can I help you?" The nightingale was a little anxious, because the energy dissipated, the old man would disappear.

"This is a remnant of the seat, the power of the soul is exhausted, and everything is over." The old man shook his head.

The nightingale took out a soul spar and lost it, hoping to help the old man.

The soul spar arrived in the hands of the old man, and instantly became a wasteful white stone. The energy of the old man was stabilized.

Look

"Oh! This is the origin of the body after death, the soul spar formed by the energy quenching between heaven and earth, in fact, you do not need to know too much, know too much will form pressure, the so-called battle of the gods, In fact, it is a group of people who are not willing to be suppressed, to break the war that is launched," the old man said.

"What is the dark creature in the space of the predecessors?" asked the nightingale.

"When the First World War, this seat was worried about hurting the great mountains and rivers of the West, it broke the dark space and the space barriers of the nine-domain world in your mouth. It was a battle with the opponent to this dark space. It may be the world of the nine worlds. Was shattered, some mountain river land entered here, and some of the corpses buried in the mountains and rivers have changed." The old man thought about the opening and explained.

"The younger generation will understand that the predecessors are dying for the nine fields, and there is nothing to be arranged. The younger generation will definitely do it." The nightingale said, and at the same time thrown the old man a soul spar.

"No, yes, the opponent of this seat was a saint of life attributes. She was in the sequel of this seat. She should also die here. You look for it, or there will be some gains. She is seriously injured. The direction should be the East, remembering that it is a sinister and cunning generation." The old man said.

"Is the predecessor not recovering?" Looking at the soul spar can not save the figure that the old man wants to disperse. The nightingale is a little anxious.

"Without this possibility, everything is over, but isn't it a new beginning?" the old man said with a smile.

"Begin?" The nightingale was a little puzzled.

"I am not so easy to be completely killed. I have kept a soul in the storage ring for so many years, in order to gather soul fragments, to prepare for today, to prepare for reincarnation, the power of your soul. Full of vitality, under the stimulation of your soul, this seat can now do this step." The old man said.

"Reincarnation... can you really reincarnate?" The nightingale said something strange.

"When your level reaches a certain level, you will understand some heaven and earth, and you can cultivate it. The power to control the reincarnation is ok, and the road to cultivation is really endless." The old man said with some exclamation. After the old man’s right hand waved, a space crack appeared.

The nightingale was shocked to see the old man.

"Maybe one day, you will meet a practitioner who cultivates the power of death. Maybe it is this seat, but is that still the seat?" The old man snorted and his body flashed into the space crack.

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