The originally huge stitched monster giant sword gradually began to restore the size of Feng Xue's usual long sword, linking the 129,600 uninspired Shanhe Swords around the world to transport the wishes of this era for Shanhe Swords, and instilling the concept of "swords" into this sword.

"The fourth necessary condition is the sword inscription that extends the will. In order to remind myself, I engrave my thoughts on the sword!"

Pale flames ignited at the fingertips, Feng Xue held the sword in one hand, and the words began to be branded on the sword-

"The rise of melting the bones to make swords, and the sadness of the blood is hidden. The colorful feathers are forging the character of the body, the Shangqing thoughts are sharpened, and the karma fire is tempered with cold light."

After the previous chapter, the colorful colors of the sword began to flow, slowly returning from chaos to order, and even the light on the sword's edge became faintly restrained.

However, just as he turned over the sword and was about to write the next chapter, Zero Yi, who was in a coma, suddenly screamed, as if endless spiritual power gushed out from her body, turning into spider-like thin threads, connecting all the hell girls around him.

Two million beautiful black and straight girls who seemed to be copy-paste began to melt at the same time, and then gathered together along the thread. The phantom on the head fell into it. Although it had not yet been completely integrated, a messy, noisy sound filled with noise and dissonance sounded in his ears-

"Stop at this moment, and give you a chance to be reincarnated."

[I heard the voice from Pangu directly, and made a Taoist heart judgment based on difficulty and difficulty, successfully reduced by 1d10, and failed by 1d100.] (The turning point of the branch line is here, see what the result of the dice girl!)

【Dao Heart (difficulty): 4849,9249 (success)】

【1d10=4】(Okay!)

【Dao Xin → 95】

...

The buzzing in his ears did not make Feng Xue lose his mind. Compared to the pain of his soul being constantly cut, this impact is not worth mentioning.

He smiled contemptuously at the indeterminate phantom and said softly:

"It's only when you have this in ten lifetimes. What can you do when you look back? Where is the six realms of reincarnation now? How can you repay the beauty for thousands of years? I dare not let this life down."

After saying that, Feng Xue's spirit was connected with the sword again.

At this moment, his body was just a body carrying his consciousness, the true soul, true spirit, and true energy, all integrated into this long sword.

However, this is not possible. No matter how strong a sword is, it is just a weapon. No one can use it, and it will not be able to exert its due power. Feng Xue will not, nor can she turn herself into a sword.

"The fifth necessary condition is courage. If I want to take this step, I must have the courage to give up everything!"

Feng Xue suddenly lay on the ground, looking up at the strange figure emitting strong maliciousness above her head, shaking the air one by one tentacle that pierced him, but the extremely fast speed slowed down in his eyes.

"Puff!"

The colorful long sword pierced through Feng Xue's body and nailed into the land beneath him. Before the blood could even flow out of the wound, tentacles had already pierced his body.

Bang!

The tentacles with black glue shivered gently, and Feng Xue's body was torn to pieces in an instant, but his voice still echoed in the air-

"The sixth necessary condition is the cycle of life and death. When the body like an empty shell dies, a new self will be born from the sword that absorbs three rules!"

The three rules that have always maintained Feng Xue's life were immersed in the sword body. The rules that belong to death established the possibility of Feng Xue's death from Pangu's power, and the rules that gave life allowed Feng Xue, who entered death, to be reborn.

The rules of life instill power into this new life, and the flashing light began to shine on the sword made of bones!

The sword was like a living thing, devouring Feng Xue's flesh and blood. Then, a glass-colored skeleton began to be generated out of thin air.

The terrifying heavy pressure suddenly acted on the skeleton, and the creaking sound directly caused the unfinished skeleton to start to crack.

A stream of light flashed across the inscription on the sword, and the spirit injected into Feng Xue turned into a new voice—

"The final condition is the location. On this land that is out of Pangu's control, a brand new road will extend forward!"

The earth began to collapse, and the entire neon light fell into unprecedented shock at this moment. The measurement of the earthquake level could no longer describe the state at this time. This island country is being stripped from the continental shelf level.

It is collapsing, or... crushing.

Soil, rocks, minerals, water veins...

A large number of elements gathered towards Feng Xue's body. At this moment, in the same place, there are two great beings, rebirth in the same place.

The body made of soil is the original form of human beings, and the golden elixir is no longer important, because the human planet is its own body!

All the elements that make up a planet were stripped from the territory of this island country by Feng Xue, and then turned into his own flesh and blood under the rule of "giving life to" it.

Glazed bones quickly formed under the nourishment of flesh and blood, while the souls that died in this disaster were all attracted by "death".

The weight on Feng Xue's unfinished body became more and more terrifying, but he waved the sleeves of the true energy condensed, and put Zero's clothes into the sleeve.

Finally, the wriggling mud ball was stained with the color of the skin. Feng Xue turned her head and looked at Lianhua under the pressure of pinching the planet into a projectile:

"Now, can you tell me? Which side are you from?"

"Don't you understand when I saw that I was not absorbed by it?" Lianhua's figure had become almost transparent, because the dolls who were relying on objects had turned into powder at this time, and the neon that could be called "disappeared" could not provide a [fare] enough to make her exist.

As she has said many times before, she is no longer Houtu, nor is she a reincarnated Yanma Love or Praise. She is just the manifestation of the sacrifices offered to the gods by the people of this country on behalf of their daughter.

The part of "美" has been provided to Pangu by two million Yanmoai. Now she is not even considered a witch spirit of the witch clan. She is just a ghost who has hosted her consciousness in a legend.

"Try to survive. At least your legend exists so that I can resurrect from that legend." Lianhua's figure was completely transparent, but at this moment, an indefinite voice flashed in Feng Xue's ears.

[You vaguely captured the last message of Lianhua and listen to the judgment.]

"Caughter, can't this woman talk about the key points first?"

Feng Xue grinned and cursed, but the sound of the dice had already started again-

"Bolu..."
Chapter completed!