Rebirth Dominator

Everyone who survived is covered in corruption scars at this moment.

The earth turned into darkness, and they seemed to be lying on a mirror as black as ink. Looking down, they could see the bottomless abyss.

Everyone looked at everything in the temple with all their might. Even though they were separated by an unknown distance, everyone could see the outline of the bronze temple, and every detail appeared in their eyes.

At this moment, they feel as if they are spying on the biggest secret of the mountain and sea world, which belongs to the cycle of life and death, and everything that belongs to the mountain and sea world is unfolding to them.

Even why the ancient mountains and seas were destroyed, and all the gods, demons and immortals fell, the reason can be found there.

The Bronze Hall has not been opened for tens of thousands of years, everything reveals a smell of decay and silence, and an ancient breath in the darkness is constantly conveyed.

"call out!"

Suddenly, a faint light came on, and the light illuminated the surrounding circle.

An ancient jade case finally appeared under the light. On the long desk, there was only one thing left empty.

It was an ancient seal script, and the light flashed by, only to see three large characters on the ancient book——

"Book of Life and Death!"

With a bang, everyone felt as if a thunderbolt exploded in their minds.

These three unremarkable characters seem to overwhelm all consciousness with infinite coercion and shock, making everyone breathless, even Qingyang and Jia Yi, who are immersed in the loss of their best friends at this moment. , and looked at everything in the bronze palace in disbelief.

The breeze blew by, the candles flickered, and the book of life and death, which was as heavy as a mountain, actually moved.

The white jade-like paper pages were flipped open, revealing the first page on it.

Two lines of vertical characters slowly surfaced on it.

"Samsara of all beings!"

"Life and death are recorded!"

The ink color flowed like a black swimming dragon.

The book of life and death, which has never been opened for tens of thousands of years, opened the first page. Since the overthrow of the world, the cycle of reincarnation that has never been opened again begins to run again.

The underworld that was reduced due to the catastrophe of heaven and earth is also reopening in this era.

The vast and heavy rhyme of the Great Dao slowly came from within, and in that sound, it seemed as if one could hear the birth and death of all things.

There is vitality, and there is death, and all living beings sink and struggle in it.

It is precisely because of this that people feel that a real great terror penetrates into the bottom of the soul.

That is the despair of being reincarnated for thousands of times and not being able to escape for hundreds of millions of years.

If it was said that before that god-like power, they were frightened by their bodies, and it was the despair emanating from their brains.

But at this moment, even the depths of their souls were trembling, and the true spirit that originated from the depths of their souls was screaming in despair.

It wasn't until they saw this scene that they realized that the horror, death, and despair just now were like floating in the sky.

Death seemed so ridiculous at this moment!

The ancient book on the white jade table is the most terrifying fate in the world, controlling all reincarnation.

"In my book, thousands of times, endless samsara will not escape."

That figure standing proudly above the sky like a demon like a dragon seemed to feel something at this moment, and struggled violently, the huge beam of light and the rules of the Forbidden Way dispersed at the same time.

He wanted to escape the shackles, to escape from here, to escape the attention of the eyes in the bronze temple.

I want to escape from the lock of life and death of reincarnation.

The violent pillar of spiritual light exploded, and the figure soared into the sky, rushing into the clouds, desperate to flee towards the distance in a panic.

He didn't have any courage and desire to look at the existence in the darkness, let alone the courage to make a move. At this moment, he was trembling like a frightened mouse.

The sentient beings standing on the dark land raised their heads and saw the shadow of gods and demons fleeing like wild dogs in a hurry. It seemed unimaginable that just now, from that figure, there was a majesty and power that shook the world.

They struggled like ants under that power, but at this moment, facing the bronze palace under the earth, he lost the courage to even take a look.

At the same time, outside the darkness beyond which the faint oil lamp could not illuminate, it seemed that some terrifying existence had been alarmed.

The existence that suppresses reincarnation and controls life and death opens its eyes.

That terrifying gaze looked towards the earth and towards the sky, and endless coercion poured out from the bronze temple, accompanied by the darkness covering the earth, as if the emperor who controlled all living beings woke up from a deep sleep.

Standing on the ground, the remaining living human race in Xuanyuan, and the scattered army outside Siqiong Mountain, met that gaze at the same time.

Everyone seemed to see their own destiny from that gaze, the life and death of thousands of reincarnations.

Their life and death have never belonged to them, but are in the hands of that being, or in other words, the life and death of all beings in this world are predestined by Him.

A hand protruded from the darkness. On the wide black dragon robe, several ghost dragons could be seen entangled on the sleeve.

Even in the face of death, Jia Yi, who was content with it, looked at the Bronze Temple in the darkness with trembling legs, and looked at the protruding hand.

"That... that... that... that..."

"That……"

After shouting for a long time, but couldn't yell out the next word, Jia Yi looked at Qingyang, and both sides could see the tremor seeping from the depths of their souls.

The book of life and death was flipped like running water, and then fixed on a certain page, a half-human, half-dragon figure appeared immediately, followed by the name Ji Bai on the right side.

From under the sleeve of the dragon robe, protruded a white bone hand.

In his hand was a white jade writing brush exuding endless spiritual light, which fell into everyone's eyes. What they saw was not a white jade writing brush, but a sky-reaching jade mountain.

The white jade pen holder is as heavy as the legendary Tianzhu Kunlun Mountain, and the fate of the people is written in the pen.

The pen fell, and the name named Ji Bai was ticked, and the shadow that jumped into the sky was instantly frozen on the sky, and the whole world seemed to be pressed on him, no matter how much he struggled, screamed, and cursed. , can't break free.

The pen fell down again, and a word was printed under the book of life and death.

That's a dead word!

The pen bets on life and death! Reincarnation is established!

What seeps out of the bloody death word is the end of a reincarnation, a fate that cannot be escaped from control.

And that hand weaves the reincarnation of the common people and the fate of all lives.

The bloody word of death was reflected in everyone's eyes. Although it was not written on their fate, they all felt the terror that was displayed to the fullest.

"No!"

"How could I..."

Above the clouds in the vault of heaven, layers of aura emanated, shaking the clouds and rolling up the waves of the sea of ​​clouds. The moment the pen fell, he felt that his life and death were doomed.

With white hair and a handsome face, he looked ferocious like an evil ghost.

"After all... who can transcend..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw, as if the entire cycle of heaven and earth was pressing on him, and in an instant he saw his body explode in the aura.

Blood rained from the sky, and the blood of gods and demons fell from the sky and stained the earth.

The Great Witch Festival of the Xun Kingdom, Qingyang, and Jia Yi, all looked at the bloody rain in the sky in disbelief, felt the rain dripping on their faces, and still believed in the existence of a god and demon. die.

Like a pig dog, an ant, easily erased.

There is no big fight, just a light stroke like that, and you can't even struggle to resist.

The pen turned again, and wrote the last stroke under the book of life and death.

"After death, he was granted the title of God of Siqiong Mountain—"

"Yongzhen reincarnation!"

Even if the body dies, it cannot escape the control of those hands, and it is also at the mercy of the cycle of life and death.

"Boom!"

A ray of light fell from the sky, an illusory shadow, and fell on Siqiong Mountain, and the aura of the earth veins surged at the same time, suppressing the soul.

It is the god of Siqiong Mountain, representing the re-opening of the underworld and the reappearance of reincarnation.

The book of life and death is closed, and the bronze hall is closed.

The opened gate of the Underworld and the Yincao Realm closed in an instant with a bang.

The black that covered the sky was retracted in an instant, gathered into a point on Siqiong Mountain, and sank into the ground.