Five Hundred and Seventieth IX Live only in This Life

"Could it be that the Taihuang Patriarch died four or five hundred times?"

Suspicious in his heart, Jiang Nan said in a low voice: "Impossible, absolutely impossible! Anyone, even a god emperor, can only reincarnate nine times, and the god's surname will completely dissipate. No one can reincarnate more than four or five hundred times! These four There must be another reason for the five hundred corpses of the emperor!"

He looked further away, and saw that there were many identical faces in the sea of ​​corpses, each corpse had the same attire, the same appearance, and they were clearly the same person!

"Others have died too many times..."

Jiang Nan noticed this, frowned deeper, and murmured: "Could it be that all the people who come here will die hundreds or thousands of times after they climbed to Wangxiantai? What's so weird about Wangxiantai?"

At this time, many people discovered the situation under Wangxiantai, and one by one, they pushed aside the fairy light and looked carefully.

"That's my father! Uncle, my father died in Wangxiantai, who is that old thing in my family?"

Someone scolded angrily: "It's unreasonable, why are there hundreds of my father's corpses in the corpse sea?"

"Why did my master's body appear here?"

"Impossible! That's not Huang Zu. It is absolutely impossible for Huang Zu to die here, let alone die hundreds of times!" the roar of Huang Jing Shaozun came.

Sima Duanming looked at the sea of ​​corpses in the abyss, his body trembling: "Hundreds of corpses of Emperor Sima..."

In addition, many people also found the remains of several other god emperors, and these god emperors were the same as others, apparently they had visited Wangxiantai when they were young!

In addition to the corpses of god emperors, the remains of many giants in the god world were also found in the corpse sea.

The corpses of so many giants filled the abyss under Wangxiantai, forming a sea of ​​corpses, and there was a three-eyed monster in the sea of ​​corpses, which was constantly eating the dead bodies like a cleaner. This kind of scene did not make people feel any joy. Feel the deep fear!

"Do you still want to wait for Xiantai?" someone whispered.

Although Wangxiantai is shrouded in fairy lights, sweet sounds, and filled with fairy energy, it gives people a strange feeling at this moment, as if it is no longer a holy place that everyone yearns for, a place where immortals set foot, but a hell full of mysterious power!

Mu Shan from Xuanhuang School Palace was the first to step up the stone steps and walked towards Wangxiantai. These stone steps are extremely wide, like small continents, and the stone steps are filled with fairy light.

The fairy light on the first stone steps engulfed him, and many people were watching this scene, waiting for the result.

After half an hour, Mu Shan walked out from the fairy light of the first stone step, his eyes were full of vicissitudes, and there seemed to be tears in the corners of his eyes.

Mu Shan paused for a moment before walking towards the second stone step.

Plop——

A voice came, and many people could see clearly that after Mu Shan left the first stone steps, a corpse fell from the fairy light and fell into the sea of ​​corpses below.

"This is……"

Jiang Nan let out a light snort, just now he saw the fallen corpse, which was clearly exactly the same as Mu Shan, there was no half difference!

"What's going on? If it was Mu Shan who died, then who was the one who walked up the second stone step alive?"

"Could it be that if you step on the stone steps, you will die the last time? Or in other words, Xianguang created an existence exactly like yourself, and Mu Shan killed his copy, so there will be a corpse that is exactly like him?"

"Mu Shan is a disciple of Patriarch Xuanhuang, and he must know more about the inside story of Wangxiantai. He dared to step on the stone steps, he must have his own plan, and he should not be in danger!"

Everyone guessed that these stone steps are the paths walked by immortals, not to mention immortals, even the paths walked by god emperors, what unimaginable circumstances will be left behind is beyond the imagination of the world.

Moluoji was very courageous, he stepped up the first stone steps, the fairy light engulfed him, and after a while, when he walked out of the fairy light and stepped on the second stone steps, a corpse also came from the first stone steps. He fell down the steps and fell into the sea of ​​corpses.

More people started to try, but to the horror of others, when they passed the first stone steps, without exception, an identical corpse fell into the sea of ​​corpses from the fairy light on the stone steps!

However, some people did not walk out of the fairy light.

"Hehe, hehe..."

Someone showed fear in their eyes and whispered: "If there are really copies of us in the fairy light, then who knows whether it is us or our copies that walked out of the fairy light? Maybe after we are killed by the copies , the replica thought he was the real me..."

The others couldn't help shivering, this is probably the most likely guess, Wangxiantai is too weird, it's so weird that people can't bring up the courage to step into the stone steps.

Because no one knows whether it is the real self or a copy of oneself who can walk out of the fairy light. If he dies in the fairy light, his copy walks in the world in his own body, which is unacceptable.

"If you don't step on the stone steps, you still don't know what happened in the fairy light, and you don't know what happened to the ancestor of the emperor!"

Jiang Nan took a long breath, his eyes were firm, and he also walked towards those stone steps. The stone steps were extremely wide. He climbed the first stone step, and the fairy light swallowed him.

"This is... Jiang Manor!"

Jiangnan's body was shaken, and he looked around blankly, only to see people coming and going around him, bustling, many servants were busy, and in the garden not far ahead, a few children were playing, a middle-aged couple stood Under the vines, he looked at these playful children with a smile.

"father……"

Jiang Nan's eyes fell on the middle-aged man, that was the face haunted by dreams, his biological father, his eyes fell on another woman, and he whispered: "Mother..."

"Big Brother, Second Brother, Third Sister..."

"Aren't you already dead?"

Jiangnan's mind was shaken, and a series of old events from the past appeared in front of his eyes. The battle between the gods and the gods brought disaster to Middle-earth, and Middle-earth became a hell on earth. Some of his parents, brothers, sisters, and relatives were buried in the disaster of heaven and earth Among them, some died when the monsters made a mess, only he took his little sister Jiang Lin to escape, running forward constantly, stumbling, surrounded by terrifying monsters.

"Dead, you are already dead..."

Two lines of tears from the corners of Jiang Nan's eyes ran across his cheeks, and suddenly a small hand grabbed his skirt, and said in a crisp voice: "Fourth Brother, Dad told you to go to school! Why are you crying?"

Jiangnan lowered his head and saw the innocent face of his younger sister Jiang Lin, and then he saw his own hands, which were small and delicate, like the hands of a young child.

He seems to have returned to the boy he was decades ago.

Jiang Nan's heart was shocked. He couldn't feel any of his magic power, his spiritual consciousness, or his magic weapon, which made him feel in a trance and even thought that his experience in the past few decades was just a big dream.

Immediately after he woke up, there was a feeling of panic in his heart: "Fake, you are all fake... It must be the fairy light in Wangxiantai who has penetrated the memory deep in my heart and brought out my hidden memory... "

But what made him feel unbelievable was that both Jiang's father and Jiang's mother, as well as his dead brothers and sisters, were alive, as if they had really resurrected from the dead and lived by his side.

"Zi Chuan, go to study!" Jiang's father walked in front of him, with the concern of a loving father in his majesty.

Mother Jiang stepped forward and said with a soft smile, "Look at you, you scared him to tears. It's good to have fun once in a while to refresh your mind. It's better than being a bookworm."

Jiang Nan's heart trembled, and the softest part of his heart was touched by the voice of his parents. All kinds of thoughts flooded his heart, causing his Taoism to collapse unconsciously.

He lived in Jiangfu, forgetting the outside world, forgetting everything else, immersed in the love of his parents, brothers and sisters, surrounded by family ties, he read and wrote, played with his brothers and sisters, carefree, as if he Back in the past, and what happened to me in the past few decades was nothing but a big dream.

"The battle of the gods is coming soon, isn't it?"

Jiangnan suddenly woke up and couldn't help but fight a cold war. Against Jiang's father's opposition, he still practiced martial arts and eventually became a monk. Before the aftermath of the God War came, he took his parents and the whole family away from China and settled in other countries.

The Jiang family took root and sprouted in that country, and with the passage of time, Jiangnan's memory of his decades of experience became more and more blurred. He couldn't tell which was real and which was illusion.

He also doesn't want to make a distinction, he just wants to continue to live by his parents, brothers and sisters, forget about longevity, ambitions, and gods, and cherish his ordinary and carefree life.

He didn't have much interest in cultivation, and he abandoned his cultivation base. He was only a monk at the supernatural level, and his cultivation base stopped moving forward.

He later took part in the imperial examination, ranked first in high school, married a wife and had children, became an extremely powerful minister, honored his ancestors, and his brothers and sisters also started their own families.

Until his parents die, until his brothers and sisters grow old one by one, until his wife dies, he still has hundreds of years of longevity and looks young.

Until his children died of old age, until the emperor changed several generations, Jiangnan finally became old. He became the elder of the nine dynasties. The new emperor came to him before his death and asked him what other wishes he had.

"wish……"

The aging Jiangnan suddenly opened his eyes, and the scenes buried by family affection, the figure of sister Jiang Xue, the joys and sorrows of Shengzong, all came back to his mind, his eyes burst out with infinite light, and from the sickbed Standing up, he muttered: "Wish..."

He chanted aloud, the pavilions, towers and palaces in front of him, all the descendants were shattered like a dream bubble, Jiangnan seemed to have regained his youth in an instant, and returned to the original Jiangnan, the Xuantian leader.

He walked out of the celestial light, looked back, and saw an old self in the celestial light, exhaling his last breath, the corpse fell from the celestial light and fell into the sea of ​​corpses.

"I've already died once..."

There were tears in Jiang Nan's eyes, and the tears slid down both sides of his cheeks. His heart was full of mixed feelings, and he was almost lost, and almost lost the motivation to move on. But his parents are in the hall, brothers and sisters are by his side, and his children and grandchildren are with him, but he is unwilling to let go of that kind of family affection. That kind of experience made him finally understand why Mushan had tears rolling down his eyes when he left Xianguang.

He walked up the second step, and the fairy light engulfed him again, and he lived another life in the fairy light of the second step. In this life, he never interfered with the trajectory of his life, and let everything develop according to the normal trajectory.

He held back the family affection in his heart, did not rescue his relatives and parents in the battle of the gods, and sat and watched the Jiang family fall. He is like an outsider, without the slightest emotion. He is like another ancestor of the great emperor, who watched all the tragedies happen with cold eyes, and finally let his life go on the original track.

In this life, he also died. He calculated everything without any emotion, and fought for his luck, but his friends abandoned him. Jiang Xue, Luo Huayin, Xi Yingqing, everyone he cared about left him. and go.

In the end, he died at the hands of the Taihuang Patriarch in the battle of seizing the emperor.

He forgot his feelings, and the Taihuang also forgot his feelings. The Taihuang was one step ahead of him, taking the advantage of practicing ahead of time, and finally defeated him.

Jiang Nan's gaze was even more vicissitudes. Unknowingly, he had lived in the fairy light for hundreds of thousands of years, and another corpse fell into the sea of ​​corpses from the road to Wangxiantai.

"Immortals are hard to find..."

He cut off the memory of his own life, fearing that he would lose himself in the memory of the next life after another, but he couldn't bear to cut off the memory in the fairy light on the first step.

"The patriarch of the Taihuang realized Xuandu's forgetfulness on the road to Wangxiantai, and cultivated the body of the three generations, the past life, the next life, and the present life...the future life cannot be waited for, and the past life cannot be pursued. I only seek this life and only cultivate this life!"

Jiang Nan felt ruthless, cut off the memory of the fairy light on the first step, and stepped into the fairy light of the third step: "I want to step into Wangxiantai in this life and aspire to the immortal way! Let it be the past, don't make up for it, let it be the next life with all kinds of expectations in the next life, no need to chase after it!"

"I only live in this life!"

"I want to become a fairy in this life, and go to the end with one life!"

———Do not seek the afterlife, only live in this life, fellow Taoists, work hard for your future! By the way, ask for a monthly pass~(To be continued.)