This is a world of light, an incomparably holy light, and the songs of countless angels make people lost, as if they are peeling away the soul layer by layer, and then find the deepest fragility of the soul......

There seemed to be a very bad feeling in his subconscious, he saw the reincarnation of scenes, and saw that the result of the struggle again and again was calculated by others, until he died of anger...... It's like a game of fate, with countless different paths, but one that leads to the only breaking point, and every time life comes to this point, it is the moment of one's own death. Life after life, there has never been a real breakthrough, and this is more like a curse, a curse that is extremely vicious.

Zhan Wufang saw himself become a baby again and again, some came to the scholarly family, some were born in the family of bandits, some grew up in the sect, some were beasts, or apes, or wolves, or eagles or tigers and leopards, and every time they came, it seemed that all happiness had come to them, but soon after, all their relatives or friends related to them were brought to disaster, or died or disabled......

Life and life have accumulated endless resentment and resentment, but there is always such an invisible hand that pushes him onto this road of no return, no matter how much he wants to change, he can't do it, and he doesn't even know who this secret hand behind the scenes seems to control his life.

Zhan Wusheng has been unable to control his soul, in this world of holy light, there is a mysterious force pulling his soul, so that his memory is stripped away layer by layer, and even the reincarnation memory in the underworld is opened without hindrance, again and again, a lifetime, a lifetime is like a huge long picture scroll flashing in front of Zhan Wulife's eyes, but there is a special feeling that makes Zhan Wuming know that the experience of this life is the memory of his reincarnation, just like his initial perception of the long dream of the future, all of this is real, and it is also what he needs to solve in this life。 He has to fight, he has to break the curse of fate, he has to find the black hand that controls his destiny...... In this life, you will control your own destiny and will never be controlled by others again.

Zhan Wusheng no longer cares about the memory of reincarnation in that life, he knows that this is the real terrifying power of Night Heaven, this thing is definitely not a spiritual weapon, and it is even very likely to be an artifact, because the power it has can break through reincarnation, glimpse fate, and find the afterlife, what kind of great power is this? This is beyond the scope of immortals, at this time, he really believes that the great power of the Light Realm back then was to refine this great weapon and take the opportunity to comprehend the Heavenly Dao, so he was able to break through the realm and ascend into the divine realm. If this piece of Night Heaven can make a great power of the Light Realm realize the path to becoming a god, then this treasure will inevitably be a real artifact, and it will also be a special artifact......

Zhan Wusheng didn't know if the people in the Bright Realm would know the function of this artifact, but he could imagine that Bright Snow Ji had such an artifact, no wonder the powers of the major high-level planes back then were not his opponents. However, Zhan Wuming was no longer in the mood to consider what kind of treasure this Night Heaven was, he cared more about what kind of power the holy light world in this Night Heaven was, because he had never experienced such a strange power, like it contained the thoughts of all beings, and it was like the prayers of countless people...... Suddenly, Zhan Wu's mind was suddenly stunned, and he thought of a power that made the gods feel forbidden - the power of faith!

Yes, this incomparably holy world of light is composed of countless forces of faith, and the songs of countless angels are the source of the power that destroys this faith. How much faith is needed in this whole world of light, and this power of faith does not seem to be the kind of incomparably chaotic thoughts, but a kind of wholehearted and incomparably pure dedication...... Zhan Wusheng was shocked, he couldn't imagine how these power of faith were collected, where did this come from, and he actually had such a pure power of faith, how many beings in the world like the Xuanwu World had to sincerely condense the power of willingness......

At this time, Zhan Wusheng actually had a deep sense of fear for the mysterious and unpredictable Realm of Light, a world under his rule that could collect such a pure power of faith, then such a power, how huge and terrifying it would be.

Zhan Wusheng tried to extract his soul, but he couldn't, the power of countless beliefs between heaven and earth seemed to be a silk thread pulling him, soft but inextricable. The power of this silk thread of faith leisurely read the memories of his reincarnation, and many obstacles that were once in the depths of the soul that were lifeless, and even he himself could not break through, were easily broken by this sea of faith and willingness, so the memories of the reincarnation of that life flowed out like flowing water.

I don't know how long it took, the battle was a little numb, the reincarnation memories like flowing water were displayed layer by layer, making him extremely tired, and the anger of the life was re-realized in this instant, and his soul seemed to gradually accumulate countless demons, but fortunately, this world is an incomparably holy and pure world of faith and willingness, and all the anger and resentment were quickly stripped away by that force. Zhan Wusheng felt that every trace of anger and resentment was stripped away, his soul weakened, and after each life of reincarnation, his body became heavier, but this night Heaven seemed to be more and more excited, and the resentment and anger of Zhan Wudi's life seemed to become the nourishment of this night Heaven, and every time he purified a more resentment and anger of Zhan Wulife, the world of this night Heaven seemed to be more real.

"......Boom" At the moment when Zhan Wuxian fell asleep, this bright and holy world suddenly shook, and then a long and heavy roar like thunder in the nine heavens suddenly broke the silence of the entire space.

The drowsy soul of Zhan Wusheng was suddenly shocked, and he suddenly opened his eyes to see, but found that his reincarnation scroll had regressed into a baby, and then it would be the last reincarnation, he didn't know how many of his reincarnations there were, but at this moment, he was afraid that he had experienced nearly a hundred times, and when the reincarnation scroll wanted to go further, there seemed to be a roar that penetrated from another time and space, and then he saw that the world of incomparably holy light was suddenly no longer calm, as if a terrible force was squeezing into this world, like a surging tide rushing towards the light。

"Whoa......" Another terrifying roar sounded like thunder, and then Zhan Wufu saw a huge claw suddenly stretched out in some time and space. Flashing with pitch-black gold and iron light, filled with an indescribable sense of power, this claw directly penetrated the time and space of the place directly into the night heaven, and the countless angels flying in the sky instantly turned into dust under this claw, and the power of faith like an ocean also boiled in an instant. The originally soft wish power was now like the waves of the angry sea suddenly wrapped around the sharp claws that burst into it.

"Whew......" There seemed to be an angry hiss in the distant time and space. That mysterious claw was like butter entering the fire, and it melted quickly.

"The Power of Faith...... How could it be ......" In the distant time and space, there was a cry of great rage, obviously this incomparably strong power of faith had a tremendous harmful effect on some kind of existence. This reminded Zhan Wuming of a legend that in his memories of reincarnation for so many lifetimes, he had heard that the reason why the power of faith was called the power of forbidden was because faith was made up of infinite causes and effects. Even the gods don't want to be easily tainted with cause and effect.

The power of faith is more terrifying than the power of light, because it represents the power of the will of all beings, and represents the power of thousands of red dust, red dust can make everyone fall, can pollute the fairy world, therefore, that terrifying giant claw quickly melted under the power of this endless faith, and it was obvious that it suffered a big loss, but what made Zhan Wuxian unexpected was that this terrifying giant claw seemed to be rushing towards him. A terrifying aura seemed to take away his spirit. However, under the power of the faith of all beings, the terrifying power of grasping also quickly melted.

"It's actually the power of the Bright Realm, damn it......" An angry roar came from the void, and then a huge vortex suddenly appeared in this holy and bright sky, as if to lure away all the power of faith of all living beings, and then, a distorted face seemed to appear in the sky. An overwhelming coercion dimmed the light of faith in the sky.

A face with closed eyes, as if it wanted to squeeze into this world of faith from the distant void, as if there were countless rules in the void that bound the actions of this face, making it extremely difficult for him to act, but Zhan Wufang felt that there was actually an emotion in this world of light, which was panic and fear.

The mood of the night heaven, that is the mood of the instrument spirit of the whole treasure. can make an artifact-level artifact spirit panic, so how powerful will the owner of this face be?

"Life, I can't imagine that you are so weak now, a small machine spirit can read all your hundred lifetimes of reincarnation, it's really ridiculous, however, we won't give you a chance to return to the divine realm, so you go to die......" The face gradually stabilized from continuous distortion, and the pair of slender eyes seemed to be about to open, and a hoarse voice that shook the entire Night Heaven belief world suddenly made the lifeless spirit wake up from the song of thousands of angels.

"Delusion, you have passed, this is the Nether, you forcibly crossed the realm, this is a provocation to the Dao......" At this time, another voice sounded in the sky, and suddenly, the holy light of this sky suddenly brightened, and a boundless shadow was seen in the eyes of the warrior from the sky, which was like a wing, pale cyan wings, and suddenly covered the entire sky.

"Boom ......" Zhan Wusheng only felt a shock to his soul, and a boundless power pushed his soul out violently, and vaguely he heard a shrill scream and the hoarse voice together.

"Kunpeng, you haven't died yet...... there was an angry exclamation in the hoarse voice, Zhan Wusheng only felt a shock to his body, and suddenly came to his senses, but the power seemed to be unable to dissipate for a while, and suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood. His expression became very sluggish. Everything was like a dream. When he saw the face of Jiuyan Tianzun again, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"What happened?" Jiuyan Tianzun asked with a shocked expression as he looked at Zhan Wuxian, he also felt a transcendent fluctuation of power just now. It's just that he doesn't know what's going on at all.

"Let's leave quickly......" Zhan Wuming Chang let out a turbid breath, but his words fell, and his body with Jiuyan Tianzun and the treasure hunting pig was suddenly thrown out.

"Boom ......" Zhan Wusheng and Jiuyan Tianzun smashed to the ground respectfully, and then the scene in front of them suddenly changed, no longer the endless Bright Yuan Stone, but a huge sinkhole appeared, and in the middle of the sinkhole, a holy and soft light made Zhan Wusheng and Jiuyan Tianzun's eyes flash with a trace of greedy brilliance. That holy light is the true body of Night Heaven, and I didn't expect that Night Heaven, who had never thought of a way to solve it, actually shrank by itself at this moment and turned into a treasure that was easy to carry.

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