The morning light was dim, and the first ray of morning light rose from the east. In an instant, the darkness faded, and the golden morning light lit countless torches on the earth, dispelling the night from east to west.

The morning mist was stained with a faint golden color, and the cold air of early spring and the dew of night began to fade. The light golden mist enveloped the green mountains, with a mist of spiritual energy, as if it was a fairyland.

The sunshine crosses thousands of mountains and falls into a mountain pond. The mountain pond is extremely clear, and the clear bottom can be seen, and the swimming fish seem to be swimming in the air. The sunlight spills through layers of water on the bottom of the pond, forming shaking halos, illuminating the bottom of the pond and illuminating the people at the bottom of the pond.

It was a young man wearing a slim sword robe. The sword robe was made of white, with ink-colored lines, and the freehand mountains were embroidered on his chest, with sword patterns embroidered on the corners and hem. The young man looked handsome, with red lips and white teeth, and his eyebrows were like a broken sword, carrying the handsomeness of the young man. A cold sword was lying beside the boy, with dozens of silver-white star dots scattered on the sword, and under the illumination of the water, bursts of starlight flashed from time to time.

I don't know how long it took, but the boy suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were a little confused at first, but the next moment he suddenly condensed. He took a little step and left the place like lightning, and then suddenly stopped.

"What's going on?" Song Mingting looked down at his hands. It was obviously not his hands. Not only that, he also found that his cultivation level had become extremely weak and almost nothing. But there was no good discovery, at least the slightest and dark diseases on his body also disappeared.

No! This is my hand! Soon, Song Mingting realized that this was his hand, but not his weathered hands when he was adults, but his hand when he had not experienced suffering in his youth.

What's going on?

I am reincarnation? Song Mingting quickly and calmly analyzed in his heart, and began to look at the surrounding environment.

It is impossible to die. With the power of the self-destruction of the backwater sword, he could not escape the disaster when he was so close to the backwater sword. Taking a step back ten thousand steps, even if he luckily escaped the power of the backwater sword, he would not be able to survive. Because the backwater sword is his natal flying sword, his life is cultivated. After the backwater sword self-destruction, it means that he also exploded, so he has no chance of survival.

Since I have not escaped the possibility of a disaster, but I am indeed alive now, it can only be reincarnation. But Song Mingting immediately denied his guess: No, I have not reincarnated.

Because Song Mingting realized that this was his original body. And although there is indeed a saying in the world of reincarnation, and there are indeed people who have kept the true spirit in the reincarnation, so that they awaken the memories of the previous life after reincarnation. But this situation is obviously not true, because if it were reincarnation, he should have memories of this life, but now, there is no memory of this life in his mind.

"Besides, I don't have the chance to reincarnate." Song Mingting suddenly sighed in his heart. Because the self-destruction sword destroyed not only his body, but also his soul. In other words, in that self-destruction, he had already destroyed his body and had no chance to reincarnate.

That is taking over the body? After denying the possibility of reincarnation, Song Mingting immediately thought of the second possibility.

This is also possible. Although he was holding the idea of ​​dying together at that time and had never thought about taking over the body, what if he had survived a wisp of remnant soul in that explosion? Driven by instinct, the remnant soul floated and finally found a suitable body to spontaneously take over the body. This possibility also exists.

However, as soon as this thought appeared, it was suppressed by Song Mingting.

Not to mention that self-destruction is the most cruel way to die together in the world. If you shoot the bow without turning back, you will never be able to survive a wisp of residual soul. Even if such a sudden thing really happens, his feeling is not right now. Because the body is robbing someone else's body, and that is the body of someone else after all, even if it is in harmony with your own soul, it is impossible to compare with the original body, and there will definitely be some stagnation.

But now he is moving his body without any sense of stagnation, and it is obviously not a possession of the body. In addition, if it is the remnant soul to take over the body, his memory should be incomplete and his thinking should be chaotic. But now, his thinking is obviously clear and his memory is extremely complete. All the things that happened over the past hundreds of years are vivid in my mind, which is something that remnant souls cannot take over the body.

Song Mingting quickly thought about his current situation. Although he had thought so much, the outside world had only just had a moment of rest.

While thinking in his heart, Song Mingting took the long sword lying beside him with a move and took it into his hand: This is the Hanxing Sword, which was given to him by his master when he was fifteen years old and his cultivation level reached the Cave Cave Stage. If it was reincarnation or body-taking, it would be impossible for the Hanxing Sword to appear beside him.

Song Mingting's heart was like lightning. After a few breaths, he suddenly couldn't stop trembling because he thought of a possibility, and this possibility made his heart lake, which had been dead for many years, miraculously re-rippled again.

Could it be that I am reborn?!

After denying the two possibilities of reincarnation and body-taking, he suddenly remembered the words he read in his youth during his leisure time. Among those words, many of them were stories about the protagonist's encountering a great revenge in life and death, and suddenly reborn after drinking hatred. Such rebirth is not reincarnation, but a true rebirth.

Isn't his current situation the same as in the storybook?

No, this is impossible. However, before he could get completely excited, he poured himself a basin of cold water.

Because Song Mingting soon realized that this was impossible - when he was young and ignorant, he might have such fantasies, but now, he will never have such naive ideas anymore.

Because as the level of his life grows higher and his cultivation becomes deeper, he now fully knows how impossible it is to "rebirth".

To do this, we must erase all the cause and effect in it. In one world, there are more than tens of millions of lives. How huge the cause and effect formed by these infinite lives is, this is simply unimaginable. As for reversing this huge cause and effect with one's own strength, it is even more impossible! Because this is equivalent to confronting all the past, present, future life and even the world itself in this world! This is something that even an immortal cannot do!

So it is impossible to rebirth.

In an instant, Song Mingting's heart fell into dead silence again. However, at this moment, his eyes suddenly swept into a pile of debris.
Chapter completed!