The six realms of reincarnation barrier.

The sky light flows scattered and loses its vitality. It no longer looks like a lively swimming fish, but more like pieces of snow falling all over the sky.

Chaotic and disorderly.

The master of this barrier, the white-shirt scholar who stood at the highest point of the dome, overlooking all living beings, focused his eyes on the gray and white sword edge in front of his chest.

Han Yue's eyes gradually blurred.

His hands tried to touch the sharp snow sword edge, but he passed through it in vain...

"Guixu" has taken effect.

His body turned into nothingness.

But in the heart, the chaotic world has not returned to vain.

Tens of thousands of creatures in Jiazi City conveyed a strong will to disobey when Ning Yi delivered his last sword. The law of the great way is dead, and they obeyed their master's orders... and the independent consciousness in the master's body is actually the same as every body in the glass cup.

The body and appearance inside the glass cup of Han Yue was recognized by the six realms of reincarnation.

Then the living consciousness of Jiazicheng should be respected as it should be.

"Song Jinglian..."

Han Yue laughed in a low voice. His body no longer turned into nothingness, but became substance. Ten fingers were gently placed on the thin snow sword. Scarlet blood overflowed from the white fingertips.

He recalled the attack and killing just now, and he pressed Ning Yi's divine sea with his palm to sense the existence of the power of the gods. At the same time, Ning Yi punched him in his heart...

It turns out that it is to sense the consciousness of the creatures in Jiazi City?

A wise man will make a mistake if he has a thousand thoughts.

And this moment of negligence determines the outcome.

and life and death.

"You said before that the reason why people are weak is because they have people who care about them."

Ning Yi kept stabbing Xixue, and the sword was handed into Han Yue's chest, and the winner was decided.

The divine power of the three qualities surged into the body of the scholar in white shirt.

The unstoppable murderous thought washed Han Yue's meridians and countless acupoints from inside, and then washed away the glass cup that replaced Han Yue's strength.

The innate spiritual treasure floating in the air should have been indestructible and impure state, and finally wisps of broken patterns appeared.

The glass cup showed signs of breaking.

Even the entire six realms of reincarnation barriers were trembling.

"People who care... will become a person's weakness." Ning Yi stared at Han Yue and said, "But they will also become a person's armor. Let him be invincible."

"Humans are originally a complex creature, weak and powerful." Ning Yi said with slight silence: "If you calm down and listen carefully... you will hear a lot of sounds."

The creatures refined by Daze were wailing in despair.

The people of Jiazi City were angry and grieving.

When Han Yue went against the will of heaven, he encountered resistance... not only the so-called way of heaven, but also the hearts of people, but also too many.

"Are you telling me the big truth?"

Han Yue laughed softly.

He held Xixue tightly with his hands, looked at Ning Yi, and said in a soft voice: "The winner is the king, the loser is the enemy... If I win, I will say, all these people should die, and you should die too. I have a thousand, ten thousand high-sounding reasons."

Ning Yi was silent.

Blood was overflowing from the ten fingers of the scholar in white shirt. The sword that penetrated the heart, and the power of the gods penetrated his body, he still did not show any pain, and the confusion in his eyes was gradually replaced by Qingming.

Practice for a hundred years.

This seemed to be his most sober moment.

"I know very well what I'm doing."

Han Yue slowly took a step forward.

He held the thin snow sword blade tightly with his ten fingers, so he pushed the sword energy deeper into the ground. A blood-stained bud bloomed in his white shirt and the petals bloomed, charming and beautiful.

He stared at Ning Yi, and his voice suddenly became majestic and solemn.

"I went against the will of heaven, and every step I took was blocked by the great difficulties in the world."

"kill

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One is to be a sin, killing ten thousand is to be a hero. The heroes in the world are nothing more than... blood stained with battle robes in the pile of bones."

Tear and pull.

Han Yue seemed to have a brilliant light shining in his eyes.

At this moment, Ning Yi could no longer tell by his breath that what the scholar in white shirt had practiced was the ghost cultivation path... There was no longer a trace of filthy aura on his body. Perhaps he had killed tens of millions of people, or perhaps he was still entangled by countless karma, but at this moment, Han Yue's snow-white clothes that were soaked in blood were only holiness and light.

"From the moment I saw you... I saw something unusual."

The ghost cultivator who was chasing the light chuckled softly at this moment.

He looked at Ning Yi, and the young man in black shirt in front of him had a blurred face, his clothes were pulled apart, turning into a swaying candlelight and a wisp of smoke-like sky light.

What he pursued throughout his life.

It is the blazing light that can see the bright day of the day.

And the one who holds the sword is the most dazzling light in the world.

He spread his arms and stopped clenching the sword's edge. His brows were raised rarely, as if he felt the pain of the sword energy entering his body. This posture of dominating the world seemed to embrace the entire six realms of reincarnation world into his arms.

Han Yue looked like a king, staring at the ministers below, and spoke in a low voice.

"Ning Yi... do you believe in reincarnation?"

Ning Yi stared at the scholar calmly, nodded, and shook his head again.

"If there is a rotation, a person like you will be very difficult to live in the next life." He whispered: "The boundless karma will be difficult to repay for all generations."

The scholar shrugged, and a smile of expectation appeared on his face.

"If there is really a rotation... I want to see how difficult it will be in the next life?"

How difficult is it to overcome the lifelong punishment. Things go against your wishes and failure?

"It's a pity that I don't believe in rotation." He slowly curled his smile and said sternly: "I've done this in this life, and I'll do it in the next life... What's the bullshit? If there's such rotation, I will continue to be an unforgivable ghost cultivator in the next life, and I will do this forever!"

Ning Yi frowned.

The scholar's body has begun to evolve.

The collapse of the entire glass cup and the collapse of the six realms of reincarnation order have become an irreversible trend. The scholar's snow-white skin peeled off one by one like mud and tiles, suspended in the air, revealing slender red bloodshots, like a swimming snake.

The glass cup also began to peel off.

One piece of lamp petals after another floated over the dome of this world.

One leaf and one world.

On each glass lamp petal, there seemed to be a vague figure. An innocent creature caught by the East Realm was sitting in the cup, chanting scriptures for Han Dynasty every day and night, providing vows... They are the indispensable "sentient beings" in these six realms of reincarnation, and are also the source of all Han Dynasty power.

Everything started to be dismantled.

This newly formed world ushered in the doomsday.

Han Yue kept embracing everything.

He smiled and looked at Ning Yi, not like a dying person at all.

Ning Yi was quietly waiting for the withering of his consciousness.

Until Han Yue spoke a shocking sentence.

"Ning Yi, are you sure the one who killed today... is my real person?"

This sentence was like a bolt from the blue, directly hitting Ning Yi's heart lake.

His originally calm state of mind suddenly became disordered.

In the entire Sui Dynasty, no one knew what Han Yue's original deity looked like, whether it was a man or a woman, where he sacrificed his body. People only knew that there were countless creatures chanting scriptures in Han Yue's glass cup... Each of them could be his external incarnation.

Ning Yi discovered that during the battle in Jiazi City before, several clones from Han Yue seemed to have independent consciousness.

Shanli's two volumes can work for the two clones of the Korean Ao.

They are not the relationship between "left hand" and "right hand".

So

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...Who are they closer to the real Han Yue? Or in other words, Han Yue's consciousness is not only one, but tens of millions of them. The death of a body does not mean the death of Han Yue.

Tens of millions of physical consciousness can still be conveyed.
To be continued...