Chapter 147 The Secret of Reincarnation

"What a fart! What can happen in this place where birds don't shit? Let's find a way out as soon as possible!"

The hell is vast and boundless, and the hundreds of thousands or even millions of miles they explore are just a drop in the ocean. As a world, Jiang Ming does not believe that there is no powerful monk in hell, because there is a ghost cultivation when he sits down. I am a human, and this is the underworld. I am completely a person from two worlds. If I meet the strong man of hell, I will definitely fight. Even in my heyday, I can't run rampant in a world, let alone now. He just wants to get out of this gloomy place now.

"Hey hey, to be honest, I don't know how to get out of this damn place." The dragon thorn monster smiled and said, "If I have a lot of power, I can also build a teleportation array to leave. But the blow with that junior consumed all the energy I had accumulated for so many years, and it was difficult to successfully build a transmission array.

"You mean that we can never go out and stay in this damn place forever? TM, is this the benefit of working with you? If you are trapped in a place and can never go out, what's the use of amazing cultivation? Jiang Ming became more and more angry, and his face turned red and began to curse.

"Don't worry, boy. I didn't say we could never go out, just can't go out for the time being. I said it was a great creation for you. Heaven collapsed, reincarnation broke, and the world lost its due rules and gradually became chaotic. As long as you can recast the reincarnation and put Tiandao back on track, the sky will definitely bring down boundless merits and make your cultivation soar all the way. It may not be impossible to break through the quasi-saintity in an instant.

"Real?"

Jiang Ming's expression moved, and the first thing he thought of was not the soaring strength, but Monta said that as long as he recast the reincarnation, he could save Monsa. He owes her, and he has never forgotten this matter in his heart, but his strength is limited, and he has no clue about it, so he has nothing to do.

Now that the dragon thorn mentions this matter, Jiang Ming can't help but meditate.

Jiang Ming suddenly asked, "What is merit? Is it useful for saints?

"Of course, let me tell you a secret. Several saints proved it with great merit..."

"Then you still say nothing! How can they compete for something that has great benefits for saints? Now that the saint has not taken action against this, it can be seen how difficult this matter is and almost impossible to do it. Do you think it is possible to do it with my strength?

The more Jiang Ming said, the more he felt bullshit and almost didn't want to take care of the dragon thorn. It's really up to me to let myself do things that saints can't do.

"It's not that they don't want to do it. They want to do it more than anyone else, but they can't do it at all." The dragon thorn sneered repeatedly: "The heavenly road is broken, and the underworld is nowhere to be found. Even the saints are difficult to find. We have to say that we are lucky to break in unexpectedly this time. Moreover, reincarnation represents all sentient beings in heaven and earth. Only by collecting the blood of all sentient beings can recast reincarnation. Even a saint can't do it until this time.

The blood of all sentient beings? I can't either!" Jiang Ming's face suddenly stepped down. The universe is boundless, and even saints can't explore all the mysteries. Among them, various races are as countless as the sand of the Ganges. No one can collect the blood of all sentient beings to recast reincarnation.

"No, you have hope." Long's eyes were full of excitement, and his eyes were burning, "This method is not necessarily successful, but it can be tried. Everything is affectionate, and it is difficult for saints to have no desire, and the heart is like stopping water. If there is love, there will be the fetters of the secular world, which is in the rolling red dust. The red dust you understand is simply incredible and mysterious. The red dust includes all kinds of things in the world, which can be regarded as all spirits. Maybe your blood can recast reincarnation.

"My blood?"

Jiang Ming's face suddenly changed and he said in a low voice, "Typ about what to do."

Sacrifice is an extremely horrible ritual, especially when you treat your own blood as a sacrifice, which makes people feel horrible when you think about it. However, Jiang Ming decided to take a risk when he thought of the benefits he could get.

"I don't know what to do!" The dragon thorn didn't seem to be joking, and his tone was quite serious.

Jiang Ming stammered and almost fell down. He immediately scolded angrily, "Are you kidding me? I don't know anything!"

"Hey, you are seriously injured now. Let's find a way to recover your injury first!" The dragon thorn laughed twice and changed the topic.

Jiang Ming snorted coldly, stopped talking, and walked forward.

The sky in hell is always dark and gloomy without light. Jiang Ming doesn't know how long he has been, but only knows how far he has gone.

Suddenly, Jiang Ming found a cluster of shining and verdant tender grass not far away.

"It's really strange that there will be flowers and plants in hell." Jiang Ming said in surprise.

Huh? Boy, your luck is really good. The dragon thorn praised, "Those grasses are unusual, called Netherworld Grass, which can kill human flesh and white bones. The hell is so cold that it is difficult for ordinary creatures and plants to survive here, so as long as you see any plants or something, don't hesitate to collect them. Or have strong life power, or highly poisonous things. The ghost grass in front of you can help you repair certain injuries. Although it can't recover completely, it's better than nothing.

"Good!"

Jiang Ming agreed and reached out to collect the green grass. He doesn't doubt that the dragon thorn will give him any tricks on this little thing.

Tear!

Suddenly, a burst of vision came, like the sound of scraping glass, extremely harsh.

The meridians felt a gust of gloomy wind behind him, and an extremely sharp thing pinched towards his neck. Jiang Ming didn't think about it, and his backhand was just a slap.

Bum!

There was a sound of physical explosion behind him. Jiang Ming looked back and found a fragmented body. This is a middle-aged man with a cold look. His knuckles are like animal claws, his nails are slender, and his fingertips are cold, and he looks cold. But now he has been completely dismembered by five horses and can't die.

Jiang Ming was surprised to find that although his body was solid, there was no blood or bones in the cracked body. His eyebrows flashed with blue light, and a cyan flame flew out, and then slowly dissipated and completely lost traces.

"Ghost repair?" The dragon thorn's slightly surprised voice sounded: "There is reincarnation in heaven and earth. After death, people will be reincarnated according to good and evil when they enter the underworld, but there are also some people who have grievances in their hearts, and they are extremely strong that they cannot be reincarnated, and they will become lonely ghosts, fighting with other lonely ghosts and wild ghosts, devouring their energy, just like the scene you just saw. When their strength breaks through the real immortals, they will condense a substantial ghost body, become a ghost immortal, and truly embark on the road of practice. However, the way of heaven collapsed, and there is no longer a reincarnation between heaven and earth. Presumably, the current lonely ghosts are generated by the characteristics of the underworld, not by the dead. This guy is also unlucky enough. I can see that he has just broken through the realm of true immortality and opened his intelligence, but he has provoked such a evil star like you and ended up ashes. It's sad and lamentable.

Jiang Ming also couldn't help sighing. Thousands of lonely ghosts struggled to kill, and one of them may not produce a ghost cultivation. Now that this ghost cultivation has just been born, he has begun to have a heart, but he is easily erased by himself, and he has some guilt in his heart.

"Will the ghosts of the underworld attack people so actively?" Jiang Ming suddenly thought of a serious thing. The underworld has existed since the beginning of the earth, and there must be many ghost masters among them. If they will take the initiative to attack people, they really dare not rush around at will based on their current situation.

"That's true." The dragon thorn said lightly, "Although the underworld is the coldest place in the universe, and what ghost cultivation has in its body is also Xuanyin evil spirit, this does not mean that ghost cultivation can only practice the power of coldness. On the contrary, the balance of yin and yang can lead to a higher level on the tower. At the moment of birth, each ghost practice will form a brand of devouring yang and strengthening itself, so the ghost practice will attack you. The more powerful hitters in Guixiu's pursuit of yang qi is urgent. Because they can cultivate to the extremely high level, the yin and yang in their bodies must be balanced, but if they can't find the yang qi supplement in time, they will be eroded by the hell's yin qi, and the yin yang in the body will suppress the yang qi, and their realm will fall.