Chatper 1140 (2/2)

However, crisis and opportunity coexist, Yang Xuan is going to go against the sky, he doesn't believe in his own ability, he can't refine a small fourth-rank reincarnation martial arts.

"No matter how strong you are, I am stronger than you."

He gritted his teeth and remained unmoved. Even if his body was shattered and his spirit dissipated, he couldn't stop him from taking the plunge.

Martial arts practice, when you are brave, how can you know if you can succeed if you don't try something.

What's more, he also practiced the Divine Silk Refinement Technique, which greatly increased the possibility of doing this with his powerful will.

"The power of Samsara is too tyrannical, Young Master, don't be too hasty."

In the eyes of the old man Tongtian, Yang Xuan has reached his limit at this moment, and if he continues, he will end up with a tragic death sooner or later.

Refining Samsara requires not only great perseverance, great courage, and certain strength, but also gradual progress. If you ignore it blindly, you will eventually be obliterated by the power of Samsara.

The old man Tongtian didn't want Yang Xuan to die because of this, and he didn't want to see a rising Tianjiao fall in front of him.

Not to mention that he doesn't want to, even if Immortal Emperor Tongtian is still alive, it is impossible to watch his descendants fall.

"Don't worry, I know what to do."

Yang Xuan opened his mouth and said something extremely difficult.

He has never underestimated the power of reincarnation, and all this is still within his tolerance, and he will never give up until the last moment.

If you don't succeed today, you may not have the courage to take a risk in the future.

Today, he seems to be severely injured, his body is almost tattered, and his soul is shattered, but his determination to become stronger has never been shaken in the slightest.

"Okay, young master, be careful."

The old man Tongtian didn't say any more, but he also decided that at the critical moment, he must stop Yang Xuan.

Bit by bit, the fire of reincarnation has changed from the size of a slap to the size of a fist today.

During this period, a large amount of reincarnation power continued to sink into Yang Xuan's body from the outside to the inside. The old man Tongtian looked at it intently, and he could even see that the bones beneath Yang Xuan's bloody flesh were faintly glowing.

That is the power of reincarnation, almost all of which invaded Yang Xuan's bones and transformed his physique.

"It's calcined with fire, and reincarnation is the bone. Don't be too crazy."

The old man Tongtian was secretly shocked and remembered a rumor.

Legend has it that in an extremely distant era, there were a small number of people who were born with the imprint of reincarnation on their bones, and who had mastered part of the power of reincarnation from birth, called reincarnations.

And all the reincarnations, all of them are talented and unparalleled in the era of chaos, but the reincarnation is imprinted on the bones, but only a small part.

Unlike Yang Xuan, it seems that he wants to imprint the imprint of reincarnation on his bones.

No, this is not the mark of reincarnation, but a complete bone of reincarnation. It can be said that this is stronger than the reincarnation of all dynasties, and it is not an exaggeration to call it the ancestor of reincarnation.

Naturally, Yang Xuan didn't know what the old man Tongtian was thinking. He was all thinking about refining the Samsara Martial Spirit, and at the same time, he didn't know the changes in himself.

Even if he knew it, he didn't care, whether the power of reincarnation flowed into the soul or into the bones, it was the same to him.

Whether the soul or the bones are part of his body, they belong only to him.