During the long years, Shen Lang seemed to have a dream, a very short dream...

After a while, Shen Lang found himself standing among the tumbling clouds, with all the people under his feet and the sky above his head.

"You're here again."

A low voice came into Shen Lang's ears.

A black gas suddenly appeared in front of him, turning into a black-haired young man wearing a coarse linen and a sheep skull mask.

The young man turned his back to him, his black hair was windless, and his body exuded an extremely rich and terrifying aura.

"It's you...who are you?"

Shen Lang stared at the back of the black-haired young man wearing a sheep skull mask in front of him and asked gritted his teeth.

He had seen this figure wearing a sheep skull mask more than once. In the dark, Shen Lang seemed to feel that this person had a close relationship with him.

In the last battle of the ancient spiritual world, it was this figure who saved himself and killed Zhang Daoling, who turned into pieces of the Tianji hexagram.

"I am you, you are not me, I am dead. You coward is dead now." The black-haired young man said something in a cold tone.

"What! I... am I dead?"

Shen Lang understood the last sentence and was shocked and subconsciously stretched out his hands.

I found that my hands had become illusory and my body seemed to disappear at any time.

"Although you are dead, you are not completely dead yet. Shennong's blood desire to wash away the breath of reincarnation on your body and touch the realm, so that I will appear in your soul consciousness. You, a coward, have been lucky, and have not been taken away by reincarnation again."

The black-haired young man turned his back to Shen Lang, his tone with a hint of contempt.

"I can't understand these things. I just want to know what the relationship between you and me is? Who are you?" Shen Lang asked in confusion.

"My existence means nothing to you." The black-haired young man said indifferently.

This sentence seems to be explaining that all explanations have no meaning to him.

Shen Lang was unwilling to accept it and said one after another: "Since you don't want to say it, I'll change the question. Why am I the God-Choose? Is this a destined thing? Will I die like other God-Choose in the end?"

"The truth in cultivation represents the true self in reincarnation. If you want to get out of reincarnation, you have to find the true self. Coward, seeing that you are so helpless, I will give you a reminder, but that's all."

As soon as the black-haired young man finished speaking, a red mist suddenly floated around him, turning into a woman in a blood skirt.

The woman with a blood skirt had a tiny skin and a beautiful figure, and her face was exquisite. She was also holding a red red flower in her hand, which was as white as a morbid.

The woman in the blood dress faced Shen Lang like a puppet, with a stiff and weird smile on the corner of her mouth!

"Xue'er?"

Shen Lang was shocked and then calmed down quickly: "No, this is not Xue'er!"

The woman with the blood skirt that pinched the red shore flower in her hand was similar to Su Ruoxue's appearance, but her temperament was too weird and thrilling, completely different from Su Ruoxue's temperament.

Just when Shen Lang didn't know what the black-haired young man meant, the black-haired young man suddenly poked out his rough right hand and twisted the woman's neck in the blood-skirt!

The woman in the blood skirt was twisted off her head, and a large amount of blood shot out from her broken head.

At this moment, a scarlet blood rain suddenly fell from the sky.

"No!!!"

Shen Lang's eyes were wide open, and a strong stinging sensation suddenly came from his heart, and a hysterical roar came from his mouth.

He rushed forward and caught the fallen head of the woman in the blood-skirt.

Shen Lang knelt in the clouds, holding the head of the woman in the blood-skirt with both hands. The blood-stained face still maintained a stiff and weird smile. The wound on the broken head was still gushing out blood.

The woman in the blood skirt made Shen Lang feel inexplicably sad, and this feeling was beyond words.

Shen Lang's heart was filled with endless violence, anger, murderous intent, and hatred. He glared at the black-haired young man in front of him, and was about to question him why he did this.

The body of the young man in black robe instantly turned into a black mist and gradually dissipated.

"A sad coward, your life has no meaning to you."

After saying this meaningful words, the black fog completely dissipated and blood rain no longer fell in the sky.

The head of a woman in the blood skirt held in both hands turned into the head of a thick puppet!

Not only that, the body of the woman in the blood-skirt turned into a puppet, and the puppet's body had rotted and festered, ferocious and ugly.

"This is..."

Shen Lang knelt on the ground, at a loss.

In the dark, he felt that the young man in black was not deliberately fooling himself, but what exactly did all this mean?

He doesn't understand!

Shen Lang only felt like a flag on a chessboard, helpless and sad.

...

During the long years, Mei'er sat quietly in front of the spring water, practicing breathing. She accompanied Shen Lang every day, with the morning dew and sunset, and was close to the end of the world.

Hundreds of thousands of years have passed, and even if it will not last forever, it will be the end of time and the sky will be destroyed and the stars will change.

During these 100,000 years, Mei'er watched the remaining body in the spring with her own eyes, and her soul power was recovering bit by bit. It was not until 50,000 years that Shen Lang's remaining body had begun to be repaired bit by bit.

As his remaining body slowly recovered, Shen Lang's body actually swallowed and absorbed the Wudi Divine Spring.

For a long time after that, Shen Lang's body continued to absorb the Wudi Shenquan. Every time he absorbed part of the spring water, Shen Lang's remaining body would recover part of it.

Seeing Shen Lang's body really recovering bit by bit, Mei'er was ecstatic and worked harder to practice and train herself.

I hope that I can break through the realm of the celestial fairy before Shen Lang wakes up and make men look at him with admiration.

Mei'er's efforts were not in vain. With the unique cultivation conditions of the Great Saint Peak, she successively broke through the late stage of Earth Immortal and the peak of Earth Immortal, and in the 500th year, she broke through her own bottleneck and reached the level of the Heavenly Immortal cultivation!

If you are in the outside world, you will have to spend at least ten times more than a dozen times more time to reach the realm of the celestial immortals! This is still the unique talent of the seven-colored divine phoenix. If you are an ordinary earth immortal cultivator, most of them will not be able to break through the realm of the celestial immortals in your entire life.

Since breaking through the cultivation level of the celestial immortal, Mei'er has not stopped and is still working hard to practice. Finally, in the 9000th year, she has achieved her wish and achieved her goal!

During this period, Shen Lang's body was constantly absorbing and swallowing Wuqi's body.

Finally, after 100,000 years, Shen Lang completely returned to his original appearance, and the Wumin Divine Spring in the Great Saint Peak was absorbed by him, without a drop left.
Chapter completed!