In the real world, Han Ping is sitting cross-legged in the virtual space.
Several fairyland continents are connected to each other, forming a strange formation. All oppression is concentrated on that point, which is where Han Ping sits cross-legged.
Sitting cross-legged in the void.
At a certain moment, his closed eyes suddenly opened. At this time, the aura on his body suddenly spread. However, the aura only spread for a moment before he took it back.
It was at this moment that the whole world was shocked.[
Regardless of whether they were sleeping or awake supreme beings, they all felt a breath that was suffocating their souls at this moment.
"He has arrived, he has come again! He has appeared again..."
In the hazy space, the sound of panic spread in the space. The whole world was trembling. Who would have thought that this world would hide so many terrifying existences.
Han Ping swept his eyes and realized in an instant that there were at least twenty supreme beings!
To be precise, there are twenty-six supreme beings. At this moment, even Han Ping was shocked. These are supreme beings, which in the prehistoric world are equivalent to the realm of the saints of heaven and earth.
It stands to reason that the prehistoric world is much higher than this world, but how many saints are there in the prehistoric world? Seven! Only seven!
Of course, these seven saints in the prehistoric world are not different from the real world. But no matter what, the supreme realm has reached the holy realm. More than twenty holy realms were born in one world, which is extraordinary in itself. There is a miracle.
At this moment, Han Ping's will penetrated the world and communicated with his clones in the prehistoric world.
When a clone breaks through, the body in the real world also breaks through. When the realm touches that realm, the body has begun to transform, absorbing the pressure of the world and converting it into body energy. During this period of time, he is condensing his true body.
The World Formation can no longer stop him, he can leave at any time.
His spiritual thoughts swept across and instantly brought the entire world under his eyes. The world of cultivation, dozens of fairyland continents, and various worlds were all brought under his eyes.
Relatives and friends who had been searching for him for several years instantly knew where he was.
"Hey..." He sighed softly, and sure enough, many of his relatives were no longer there. Many of those friends who rushed into the cosmic starry sky to wander around would stay in the cold cosmic starry sky forever and never come back.
Han Ping's current cultivation level has the true spirit to retrieve the souls of those brothers and friends.
A thought flashed across his mind and he appeared in a ruined land of reincarnation. The land of reincarnation here was just a gathering area for souls, and there were no magical powers of the Six Paths of Reincarnation at all.
There is no book of life and death, no judge's pen. But it has a special function, which can absorb the dead souls in an area. This is the world of souls, which can allow some souls to stay for a short time.
Of course, there is also a hint of the magical effect of reincarnation here. It can make the soul reincarnate.
But wherever there are people, there are rivers and lakes, even a place with a small piece of reincarnation and a bigger sesame is no exception. There is competition and intrigue.
In a strange hut, an unusually thin figure flickers.[
"Brother Yun, stop fighting. We can't fight with them. Let them go." A female soul looked sadly at the faint figure in the hut.
"Ying'er, we can't just fight if we don't want to. This world is different from when we were alive. It's not safe here, and there will be catastrophes every day. Unless we can immigrate to big cities, who knows what day it will happen?
Completely dissipated in this world..."
"I don't want you to suffer with me..."
"No, this is not suffering." The faint soul looked like it was about to collapse. The soul was weak to the limit, but it had an unshakable tenacity.
"Since you married me, I have not allowed you to live a good life for a day. You followed me wandering in the starry sky, and even died together. Now that you have arrived at this place where the dead gather, the only thing I am grateful to God for is that even death did not let us separate...
"
Song Yunyu looked at his wife beside him affectionately.
The two of them walked out from the earth and entered the starry sky. They witnessed the vast mystery of the universe, but finally fell into a desperate place. The two of them died embracing each other, and their souls were pulled apart but they did not break up until they came to this world.
"Don't worry, I'm fine. This hut can't withstand the erosion of several night tides. We have to fight. Otherwise, it will really be over." Song Yunyu said solemnly. His eyes were full of unwillingness.
This world is not stable, and storms will arise from time to time.
Logically speaking, these storms are nothing, but they are all souls. They cannot withstand the invasion of such storms. The only solution is to enter the big city and use the city's formation to resist the erosion of the storm.
As for the number of souls here, the souls that can enter the big city are all cultivators with great supernatural powers. However, souls like Song Yunyu are still exhausted.
Even so, this ordinary soul still has the possibility and opportunity to enter the city.
There are many opportunities, and there are many ways. There are many ways to become a plaything of a certain big shot, or to sell yourself to a certain person, or through other methods.
However, Song Yunyu did not like these methods. He was also a person who would rather die than surrender, and would not do such humiliating things and sell his soul in order to survive.
"Brother Yun, please take a rest quickly..." Yang Ying looked at Song Yunyu's faint soul and almost collapsed. She couldn't help but feel severe pain in her heart.
"By the way, Brother Yun, hurry up and practice the Thirty-Six Saint Diagrams. When we were still alive, it was difficult to reach the peak of cultivation because of the disease, but now we no longer have the shackles of the disease. After practicing yesterday, I found that
The soul seems to be more condensed. You are seriously injured, please practice quickly and give it a try..."
Yang Ying suddenly thought that she subconsciously wanted to practice the thirty-six holy diagrams yesterday. Who knew that she could actually perform the thirty-six movements smoothly without any sluggishness, which made her suddenly feel a strange feeling.
Without the shackles of the body, the soul can easily perform thirty-six kinds of movements.
Song Yunyu was stunned after hearing this, but then he started practicing. This set of movements was created by his roommate, Han Ping, the god spread throughout the human world.
When Han Ping founded the company, he had invited him. However, he did not join at that time due to various reasons. He did not join until later, but in the end he chose to enter the universe.
The Thirty-six Holy Pictures created by Han Ping are spread in every corner of human society. He also tried hard to practice, but in the end he still didn't achieve much and could only give up gradually.
At this time, because there was no shackles of the body, Song Yunyu's cultivation was particularly simple and easy. After he practiced the thirty-six holy diagrams one by one, at this moment, he suddenly felt that the whole world had changed.[
A cool breath rushed in from all parts of the body.
His body seemed to open a door in an instant, and all the power of heaven and earth was introduced into his body, refined and absorbed by him. In almost a moment, he had completely recovered, and his soul had been condensed.
He suddenly felt that the whole world had changed and became clear.
At this moment, he knew what was mysterious about the thirty-six holy pictures created by Han Ping. He had doubted it at first, thinking that it was just the "mischief" of his brother. This is why he did not insist on it.
One reason is that even though he is dead now, he is alive with the help of these thirty-six kinds of holy pictures.
That night, he was completely immersed in cultivation.
Unknowingly, the sky was once again shrouded in a faint light. A new day had begun, and he was full of confidence. He would overcome the difficulties today and get the chance to enter the city.
This is a gathering area for souls, but the souls here do not have the power to build cities. These cities are all buildings that survived before the destruction of reincarnation and have the ability to resist the natural forces of heaven and earth.
Therefore, the limited city has become a holy place that everyone yearns for.
In fact, anyone can enter the city, but there is a time limit. And this requires paying a price in exchange for time.
Soul Pearl!
There is a very special kind of soul energy bead in this world. Even ordinary souls can condense soul beads as long as they have the method to do so.
And here, the method of condensing soul beads is not kept secret, everyone can know it.
Soul beads have become the trading currency here, and everything is maintained by soul beads. You need to pay soul beads to enter the city, you also need soul beads to stay in the city, and you also need soul beads to do business...
Here is a kind of soul bead that supports the whole world.
Song Yunyu also knew how to condense soul beads. His previous physical weakness was due to too many condensed soul beads, which damaged the origin of his body. If it weren't for the thirty-six sets of pictures created by Han Ping, he would probably still be lying on the bed struggling.
This night, he condensed more than a dozen soul beads.
"Of the ten soul beads, one is needed to enter the city, and there are nine left. It should be able to live in the city for nine days. Nine days..." Song Yunyu murmured, nine days is enough.
Nowadays, he is condensing soul beads faster and faster.
Even in the blink of an eye, a soul bead is about to take shape.
"In the city, the soul power is more intense. The number of my condensed soul beads will increase, so it is safer to go to the city first..." Outside the city, a storm broke out without knowing when.
Song Yunyu had just come to this world, but he witnessed a terrifying storm with his own eyes. It was so terrible that it almost cut off the souls outside the city. Fortunately, they were in the city at the time. If not, they would probably be gone now.
"Ying'er, we are going to the city today. We will find a place to stay first and then slowly consider other things..."
Most people are too slow to condense soul beads, and they may not be able to condense one in ten days and a half. But Song Yunyu was able to condense ten soul beads overnight, which is simply a miracle.
"bump!"
Suddenly, the door of the simple hut was violently kicked open.
Several figures entered the dilapidated hut one after another. "Going to live in the city? Haha, why don't you take a pee and look after yourself? How can you, a despicable soul like you, want to go to the city? You'd better lose your soul, lest you can't bear the suffering and lose your mind."
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"It's you..."
The corners of Song Yunyu's eyes trembled suddenly, recognizing this dude.
