Ran Er relied on the golden elixir and looked at the sea of consciousness. Because of Zhang San's thoughts, the world was completely changed!
The sea of consciousness suddenly became gloomy, and the calm sea surface suddenly became rippled again. The huge waves were filled with blood, and surged into the sky! Under the sky and the sun, there was even a feeling of sweeping away Luan Er's golden elixir,
A posture of engulfment.
"It's useless to struggle," Ran Er looked at all this with a sneer. Suddenly, the light burst out, and the auras of countless alien species, with strong spiritual power, tried to suppress Zhang San's changes.
"Boom!" The rolling waves melted under the irradiation of light, and the suppressed spiritual power, like the sky falling, pressed Zhang San's innate soul into the sea.
Zhang San did not struggle. The changes in the sea of consciousness were just a deception. Instead, the soul-killing art that had melted into the sea of consciousness had turned into a "blood knife" with Zhang San's determination to strike to the death!
The mind is like a knife! Zhang San suddenly realized that he used his weak spiritual sense to sense the soul-cutting technique. This feeling was different from the past. In the past, he used his spiritual sense to activate the soul-cutting technique, but this time it was with a thought.
The Soul-Slaying Jue directly triggers changes in spiritual senses!
"Cut!" Zhang San spat out, and the blood knife turned into a phantom and appeared directly above Luan Er's golden elixir. After Yintian slashed it with the sword, the huge impact force directly knocked Luan Er's golden elixir out of the sea of consciousness!
Seeing that the red sun that the golden elixir turned into had receded, Zhang San felt a little bit lucky. When he looked at the outside world again, the chaotic golden elixir had become as dim as the moon, and there were cracks on the surface, and countless strong...
Spiritual energy is leaking out from time to time.
Ran Er's voice also came from inside intermittently: "Okay, okay. As expected of a physique monk, his methods are really unpredictable!"
"However, you are at the end of your rope, but I still have the power to strike." When Ran Er said this, he couldn't help but burst into laughter. As the golden elixir swayed, it actually galloped towards Zhang San's sea of consciousness again!
"Did you lose after all?" Zhang San felt that everything in the past was like a dream, and the last resort had been used. Under the scheming, God's will was inevitable, and Zhang San suddenly remembered the feeling of climbing to the top of the mountain in his previous life, and his consciousness also changed.
It began to become blurry, and reality was slowly being pulled apart by a mysterious force between it and Zhang San.
"Old devil!"
Zhang San, who was lost, vaguely heard a voice coming from him, "It seems to be that random voice. Hasn't he made a move yet? Who is the old devil?"
Zhang San kept thinking about his memories, and finally remembered some things, but then he forgot them faster.
Ran Er's voice is still coming, but Zhang San is no longer paying attention. He has reached the edge of being lost, and his mind is completely empty!
"Old devil, no, senior let me go! I am willing to release the golden elixir myself, I just ask senior to let me reincarnate..."
"Reincarnation," Zhang San thought vaguely.
"What is reincarnation and who am I?" This was Zhang San's last consciousness.
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On the top of Jiulong Mountain, Zhang San finally climbed up step by step.
"My mother! I'm almost dead, and I still have to suffer this. If it weren't for the fact that I had long wanted to experience the freedom of falling from a high altitude, I would have wanted to lie in bed and take sleeping pills!"
Zhang San looked down from the top of Jiulong Mountain. All he could see with his naked eyes were countless clouds and mist. He felt excited and frightened at the same time!
"However, I seem to have forgotten something, like I have a brother and a beautiful woman!" Zhang San tried his best to recall, but felt that his mind suddenly went blank, and he couldn't help but shake his head, confused.
"Is it because I'm going to die that the symptoms appear?"
Zhang San feels that his life force is passing away rapidly. Because he has used too much power in the past, which is beyond the strength of his body, Zhang San's body has long been overdrawn, and now he has finally reached the point of dying!
"I hope there is a theory of reincarnation and cause and effect, otherwise I will be in great loss for all the good things I have done in this life!" Zhang San stood in front of the cliff, praying his last prayers, and would end his life with one step.
"Oh Amitabha! Donor, wait a minute."
Zhang San, who had closed his eyes, heard a Buddha's call coming from behind him, and couldn't help but retract the one leg he stepped out, "Well, it's all in vain, but I will meet a monk here, so I will donate my last belongings."
Bar."
Zhang San turned around and was about to take out his belongings and take off his clothes. However, when he saw seven pillars of light, there was a human-shaped shadow inside the pillars.
Feeling the seven eyes focused on him, Zhang San couldn't help but swallowed his saliva: "Gods, monsters?"
"This little friend is kind-hearted and righteous, and he is doing great good. Why would he bother to do this?"
Another voice sounded from Zhang San's mind, making people feel like a spring breeze and full of energy.
"The gods are willing to rescue me!" Zhang Sanxi asked from the bottom of her heart with an incredible feeling.
"Alas! Donor, your life force has been exhausted. If it had been earlier...," a voice lamented with regret.
Zhang San suddenly felt as if he had been knocked down from heaven to hell. He looked at the seven rays of light and shadow that suddenly appeared with despair.
"Are you kidding me, a dying person?"
"Haha, you kid can really turn your back faster than turning the pages of a book! I will wait for the time to play with you, but I just pity your poor life experience, so I want to give you a good fortune!"
Hearing this voice that came from the light pillar, Zhang San felt as if a dead tree was blooming, and he trembled: "I wonder what the gods mean?"
"Your life has been exhausted, and this stinky skin can no longer accommodate you. You originally had only one way to reincarnate, but now that you meet us, we will give you two ways to choose.
First, you can seize the body and memory of anyone in this world. Second, if you are attached to your body, we can save your memory and transport you to another parallel space, which is equivalent to rebirth.
You do Zhang San again!
"It's such a good thing!" After hearing this, Zhang San stopped thinking for a long time before finally coming back to his senses and speaking.
"Rebirth, time travel!" These two golden fingers almost instantly killed Zhang San, who considered himself an otaku, and his thoughts suddenly flew to the horizon.
"If I want to be rich, I should be a person in power or simply a rich second generation!"
"Either I carry the memory of this life and live it again. Not to mention other things, just the string of Mark Six lottery numbers in my mind is enough for me to live a free and unrestrained life. I believe that in this life again, I, Zhang San,
Your name will definitely spread throughout the world!"
The more Zhang San thought about it, the more excited he became. He walked back and forth there. When he thought about the excitement, his face flushed, and he still had the look of a dying person!
"Have you thought about it?" A voice finally asked.
Zhang San stopped quickly, with a trace of struggle on his face, and his mind was still constantly calculating the gains and losses of the two!
"Can I choose them all?" Zhang San thought greedily.
"Yes, as long as you divide your soul into two parts, you can do it at the same time, but that's not the real you anymore!" A voice responded curiously, as if he was very interested in Zhang San's idea.
"Not the real me?" This sentence flashed through Zhang San's mind quickly, and Zhang San seemed to have caught something. When he was about to think about it carefully, he was immediately pulled back by this pie falling from the sky!
"What are you thinking about?" The voice that came out this time seemed calm, with a sense of vicissitudes in it!