"Then what else do you want to escape from that doesn't have the best of both worlds, either you admit the fate of your furnace, or you face reality."
Zhang Xiaohan didn't want to face the reality, but the reality changed too quickly, as if it was changing with each passing day, and she couldn't keep up.
"That's not the case, Xiaobao," Zhang Xiaohan only felt physically and mentally exhausted, "How can I recognize this fate, the reality is in front of me, it will not be transferred by my will, I know what I should do, I will do it, but I feel tired and meaningless." ” "Meaning" Xiaobao wondered, "Don't you often say that the meaning of your life is that when you look back on the past, you will not be ashamed of doing nothing, and you will not regret spending your time in vain?"
"I've done it."
Zhang Xiaohan said indiscriminately, "I will do it again." ” Xiaobao stopped, he didn't refute Zhang Xiaohan again, he suddenly understood.
Zhang Xiaohan is old, and her life will soon come to an end, so she will have a pessimistic side, but she also understands all this, she still has unfinished things, so when facing these things, she will do her best.
But in Xiaobao's heart, Zhang Xiaohan's aging is only temporary, how can her life come to an end.
Zhang Xiaohan turned around and stepped on the white jade square again, she slowly walked towards the tombstone, like the steps of an ordinary mortal, everyone looked at Zhang Xiaohan, they didn't know what Zhang Xiaohan and Xiaobao were talking about, but they saw the grim faces of the two people.
Zhang Xiaohan walked as close to the tombstone as possible and sat down, the excitement and dependence after seeing Xiaobao disappeared in a conversation with Xiaobao, and the feeling of loneliness rose from his heart again.
Xiaobao was right, but she didn't do anything wrong, she didn't need to look at her heart, she looked at it enough.
She slowly ran the exercises, mobilized the spiritual power in her body, and at the same time ran the soul cultivation exercises, nourishing the divine consciousness that belonged to her and those that did not, and slowly separated all the negative emotions in her heart.
Her divine sense was strong enough that she could easily do this, as if there were two of her in her body, one was still working hard and full of fierce fighting spirit, and the other was quietly hiding in a corner, looking at her fighting spirit.
The two of them are very calm, they don't intersect with each other, they don't entangle, they don't try to change each other, they occupy their own positions dutifully, one is responsible for cultivation and fighting, and the other is responsible for thinking.
But which one is the real self?
The chaotic aura of the tombstone was drawn by Zhang Xiaohan's exercises, and the word Qiankun faintly appeared, and the two Zhang Xiaohan in the divine consciousness were looking at these two big characters, and two different ideas appeared in their minds at the same time.
One is passionate, one is sad, one is motivated, one is feeling, two completely different ideas are slowly separated, as if one idea is standing high in the air, looking down at another idea, no matter which idea is under the gaze of the Qiankun tombstone, they are also looking at this Qiankun tombstone.
The divine consciousness is not divided, what is split is only an idea, which counts as some kind of refining As soon as these two words appeared in her mind, the two selves who had split suddenly returned to Zhihai, and she was still sitting in front of Qiankun's tombstone.
Fit Zhang Xiaohan smiled in her heart, she was a cultivator in the late Mahayana period, or the second Mahayana after the broken baby, where did she start refining the doppelganger again.
She slowly put these ill-timed thoughts away, opened her heavenly eyes, released her divine sense, and stared intently at the tombstone.
Three days later, the consumed five elements of spiritual power have been replenished, cultivation and divine consciousness have reached the peak, but the five elements flying sword has to be recuperated, Zhang Xiaohan did not dare to sacrifice at will, in the past three days, she also determined that the chaos exercises she practiced were somewhat related to the chaos qi, but I don't know if it was her lack of strength or the chaos exercises were incomplete, she still couldn't pull out a trace of chaos power.
According to Xiaobao, she can be reborn as long as she cultivates a trace of chaotic qi, she doesn't know if the meaning of rebirth will make her rejuvenated, but now she can't do anything, she can only wait for Zi Bing to fully recover, wait for the eight Qiankun tokens to come together, and then wait for the arrival of Ayasu.
The three-day meditation also calmed down Zhang Xiaohan, she is not the same person she used to be, and Xiaobao is not the Xiaobao she used to be, although her feelings towards Xiaobao have not changed, and Xiaobao's treatment of her has not changed.
The Sanskrit chanting from the tomb Zhang Xiaohan sounded much calmer, and as she thought, she needed time to get used to.
Cultivating to the extent that her strength has reached her level, except for recovering the consumed spiritual power, there is no need to meditate, the time is suddenly long, and waiting is a kind of idleness.
In fact, she has a lot of things to do, collect soul wood, refine puppets, seal the soul into it, and prepare for her final battle, but she is just lazy and doesn't want to do anything.
Xiaobao did not appear in front of Zhang Xiaohan in the past three days, and three days was not enough time for Xiaobao to walk around the entire land of redemption, but he also saw it again.
In addition to this Qiankun tomb, the difference here is the huge body of the demon race, but after all the demon clans with huge bodies are transformed, they are not much larger than the normal human cultivation body size, and because of the strange reincarnation of human cultivation, there is a delicate balance between human cultivation and demon cultivation here.
The reason for the balance is that the population of human cultivation will never increase or decrease, even if the demon cultivators plan to destroy the human cultivation again and again, and the other is that the demon clan and the plants here are tall, so as to ensure sufficient cultivation resources, But it is true that no matter how strange their reincarnation is, no one has the earliest memories, they just helplessly survive under the arrangement of fate.
When Xiaobao returned to the White Jade Square and threw himself a pile of soul wood, Zhang Xiaohan couldn't say anything, so he could only start refining the puppet.
It is said that it is a puppet, but it is actually refining the soul wood and the living soul together, giving the living soul a body that can hold the soul, so that the living soul and the soul wood are completely compatible.
After refining the first puppet, Zhang Xiaohan looked at this puppet and was silent for a long time, she recalled the footprints she had walked, in the Xuanhuang Continent, Lingwu Continent, the Nine Domains, all walks of life, in the dark, she was walking step by step along the trajectory of fate.
It is her fate, it is also the fate of the Five Realms, and it is also the fate of the former emperor god, the soul she sacrificed, sacrificed herself on the battlefield of the Five Realms to refine the god of killing, and now it is once again sacrificed, and it has once again turned into a killing machine.
One by one, the living souls were refined, sitting beside her in silence, she remembered Xiaobao's words, whether she admitted it or not, she actually lived according to the rules of the Five Realms.
She no longer struggled with her identity, or rather, she recognized her current identity. t1706231537: