First Son-in-law

"What's this?"

Qin Li stopped and observed the murals.

In the picture is a roulette, which is extremely magnificent and pierces through the heavens.

With the ancient stars as the background, it runs across the worlds, connects the myriad realms, and the fallen realms, rotating slowly, eternally.

"Reincarnation!"

Beichen Linglong said.

"Connecting life and death, penetrating yin and yang."

Qin Li was shocked and said: "How is it possible, there is really reincarnation in the world?"

Beichen Linglong talked about the secrets of the ancient times: "When the chaos was first opened, in the early days of the ancient times, there were only two realms in the heavens, the yang world and the underworld. At that time, there was also the word "reincarnation". Until the samsara was broken, the emperor could only live for one life."

Not to mention Qin Li.

The rest of the kings were also speechless.

With their status and status, they didn't know this kind of legend.

"Why is reincarnation broken? What a pity!" King Xuanfeng felt regretful.

"The Immortal Emperor shattered it." Beichen Linglong explained the reason.

Everyone was shocked.

The Immortal Emperor's strength is too exaggerated.

At the same time, a doubt arises: "Why do you want to smash reincarnation?"

Beichen Linglong asked rhetorically, "Is it really a good thing that reincarnation is immortal?"

King Xuanfeng nodded: "It's definitely a great thing. We, like kings, will be able to live a second life, a third life..."

However, Qin Li shook his head: "If reincarnation is still there, the most powerful people in the world will always be that group, and those who come later will never make it to the top. Moreover, all living beings don't cherish life, they don't want to change the pain in this life, they just want to invest in another life in the next life." Good tire."

Beichen Linglong's eyes lit up: "Mr. Qin is indeed a great talent, and he pointed out the disadvantages of reincarnation. In fact, there is still a problem, that is, monks can use the power of reincarnation to transform into a dead person, retaining their strength in life, but they want to transform into a living person. For those who are born, they can only rely on reincarnation, lose all their cultivation, and practice from scratch."

Qin Li narrowed his eyes. Death is easy, but resurrection is difficult. It is an eternal truth: "Speaking of the immortal emperor's broken reincarnation, aren't other powerful people angry?"

"Won't!"

"Because they have better options."

Beichen Linglong said: "After reincarnation was broken, the thirty-three largest fragments were cast into thirty-three heavens."

"The most powerful person ascends to the fairyland, stays away from the secular world, has endless longevity, and will not occupy the resources of the younger generation. It can be said to kill multiple birds with one stone."

Qin Li sighed deeply, the Immortal Emperor's methods were beyond imagination.

keep going!

It's the last mural.

Creation of the stars, the stars of the heavens.

It tells the story of the fairy emperor creating the star field.

"Passing the Corridor of Brilliance, it is near the Immortal Palace, and it is also the closest place to the Immortal Emperor." Beichen Linglong said.

This name has some origins with the Immortal Great World. The Emperor Yuhua thought that he was only one step away from being close to the Immortal Emperor, but it was a pity that he did not take the step and died with hatred.

Later generations have this name in order to commemorate.

"stop!"

Suddenly there was a burst of drinking.

Eerie, piercing and sharp.

Beichen Linglong was on alert for an instant, with a dignified expression.

I saw a fallen monk walking out of the dark place near the fairy palace.

He was dressed in black, his eyes were dim, and he exuded a dull aura. His whole body was filled with a strong burial power. There was a large wine jar behind him, cast in purple gold, and a thousand-character poem was carved on it, but unfortunately it was polluted.

"Lord of Poetry and Wine Palace!"

Qin Li recognized the origin of this person at a glance.

In the ancient sword, it is recorded that this brewing sage specially brewed wine for the Immortal Emperor.

"The Lord of Poetry and Wine Palace has long since died. I am the corpse spirit conceived by his corpse, the Poisoned Wine Pluto. In front of you is the sleeping place of the Underworld Sage. Wait for the living to retreat quickly." The Poisoned Wine Pluto snorted coldly.

Beichen's exquisite eyes narrowed: "No, Saint Dry Tomb is not dead yet."

"Do it, quick battle!"

One order.

The twelve kings rushed out.

"Hmph! It's hard to persuade the damned ghost!"

Poison Wine Pluto snorted for a while, his robe burst open, revealing his purple-gold body.

This is the body of a saint. Although it has been eroded for a long time and the imprint of the holy way has long been obliterated, the essence is still there. It is comparable to divine gold and is indestructible.

boom!

One punch roared.

A king was blown up.

Fortunately, he has a life-saving golden pill.

Between breaths, the broken limb recovered, but his face turned pale with fright.

"Let's go together, grind him to death, don't be brave!" Beichen Linglong stood in the front, and the rest of the kings followed.

Boom boom boom!

A siege shook the ground and shook the mountains.

The Poison Wine Pluto is unparalleled in combat power, destroying with his punches, shaking thousands of mountains.

There is also a purple gold wine jar behind him, this is his weapon, as heavy as a mountain, unstoppable, sweeping the world.

The people from both parties were so fierce that even Jinxian Palace was shaken.

This is the partial palace of the Immortal Emperor, with extremely high construction specifications and formation restrictions. Even the king is hard to shake, which shows the ferocity of this battle.

"Equally matched!"

Qin Li hid in the corner of the palace.

King Xuanfeng was extremely anxious, wishing he could rush forward to help.

"Go and kill the enemy! I won't run away." Qin Li said lightly.

"really?"

King Xuanfeng didn't believe it.

"a man of his words!"

Qin Li stood proudly: "I always do what I say, and I will never go back on my word!"

"good!"

King Xuanfeng was overjoyed.

Immediately draw out the killing sword, we must support.

Beichen Linglong glanced coldly, and shouted: "I asked you to protect Mr. Qin, don't you understand people's words? You have repeatedly disobeyed!"

King Xuanfeng shrank his neck in fright.

at this time.

Poison Wine Pluto narrowed his eyes.

"This appearance seems to be very important!"

He took the opportunity to get away and stepped out, trying to hold Qin Li hostage and threaten everyone.

"not good!"

King Xuanfeng's expression changed dramatically.

The other party came too fast, and I couldn't stop it.

Qin Li didn't retreat but advanced, Xianmu coveted this guy, as long as he made a surprise move, he could instantly kill Pluto.

"Mr. Qin, be careful!" Beichen Linglong was in a hurry. She didn't know Qin Li's methods, so she was frightened and rushed out, wanting to help.

This move is in the calculation of poisoned wine Pluto.

"Bury ancient poisonous wine!"

boom!

The Zijin wine jar was opened.

It is the ancient burial power as thick as ink.

This substance was extremely poisonous, and it was poured on Beichen Linglong's body.

Chi la chi la!

The flesh and blood melted, and the divine armor was filthy.

Beichen was exquisite and beautiful, his bones were corroded.

"Your Highness!"

"This offal!"

"I want to crush this guy!"

The kings of the Twelve Crossing Tribulations were all furious.

Everyone no longer cherishes means, but wants to kill the poisonous wine Pluto.

Beichen Linglong drank the longevity substance, his flesh and blood recovered, his muscles and bones were icy, but it seemed that his foundation had been hurt, and his face was pale: "Don't be reckless, don't mess up the situation, we will work together to grind him to death!"

next.

The battle is methodical.

Poison Wine Pluto has no other cards.

After killing him seven times in a row, he finally ran out of dark matter.

"Won!"

Beichen Linglong breathed a sigh of relief.

The rest of the dozen or so kings who crossed the tribulation were suffocated.

"If it weren't for some trash, we would have won long ago."

"An oil bottle, it's good to stay in the corner, but come out to show off."

"It's just a troublemaker, His Highness is kind enough, otherwise I would have crushed him to death with one finger."

Qin Li became the target of public criticism.

Beichen Linglong made a rescue and said, "Okay, it's time for us to pick up the roof."

Near Asgard.

It is the core of Ziwei, connected to the rooftop.

There is a portal between the two places, and you need to be summoned by the Immortal Emperor to enter.

"Let's work together to push open the gate!" A dozen kings stood in front of the towering silver gate and pushed with all their strength.

Snapped!

The silver door opened.

In the crack of the door, the light is shining brightly.

Strong blood gushes out, bright golden and bright red.

Beichen Linglong frowned: "This is the breath of Dong Shenyao, the Thousand Illusion King. They were one step too early."

The Twelve Kings are in a hurry.

Pushing open the door, his face was even more shocked.

behind the door.

It is a square.

The bottom of the purple jade is as vast as a plain.

Only in the center, a 100,000-foot purple jade altar rose from the ground.

This is the rooftop, with a black coffin sealed in ice on the top, full of evil spirits, surrounded by death totems, oozing out the terrifying power of burial.

"Beichen Linglong, you came just in time." Dong Shenyao was extremely embarrassed, his sharp claws were broken, and the golden demon blood spilled on the ground, steaming into a glow.

The Thousand Illusion Giant has shrunk in size, but it is still ten feet tall. It is full of eyeballs, flowing with divine brilliance. Unfortunately, dozens of them have been pierced, and blood flows out, turning into clouds of energy and fire.

"Be careful, he is the projection of the dead grave, and he wants to use our royal blood to melt the purple ice seal and reappear in the world."

Beichen Linglong's expression changed.

Looking sideways, there was a man in black robe standing on the altar to connect to the sky.

Maybe it's not a person at all, but an evil spirit conceived by the power of the ancient burial, formless, with strange venom, lingering around the stigmata of death.

"Poison Alcohol Pluto is really a waste. There is no way to delay time. It is impossible to defeat each of them. We can only catch you all."