Although it is an illusion, everything is so real, as if you have experienced countless cycles of life and death, which makes Chen Pan feel very moved.

Although it is extremely dangerous, if the mind is depressed, you may never be able to escape and finally turn into a path. But finally you will be in danger and will be blessed in disguise.

At this moment, Chen Pan had made the heart of Tao more firm. He was a human demon and no longer hesitated about his future practice.

"It's really weird here. The power of life and death blends, which actually allows you to enter such an illusion. It's simply a cycle of reincarnation in mythological stories." Sanqi Jian said with a little thoughtfulness.

Chen Pan smiled slightly: "It's too mysterious. I can't understand it, but I can already do what I want to do."

Sanchi Jian nodded: "Yes, although it is still far from perfection of Taoist heart, it has already had a new beginning. It is far from breaking and then setting up, but there is always hope for a new life."

Chen Pan felt that his heart was firm and that he seemed to be no longer able to hesitate as before. However, the Three-Foot Sword could see that this was actually just a short-term illusion.

Chen Pan's heart of Tao did not reach the true perfect state, but in the end he had repaired a lot and pointed out the direction.

"What are you talking about? Why can't I understand?" Old Antique asked in confusion.

After Chen Pan walked in just now, he suddenly stopped moving. Not only that, but even his vitality disappeared. No matter how he and the Sanfoot Sword called in the stone axe space, they did not react at all, and they seemed to be dead.

It would be fine if his own strength could not be solved, but the three-foot sword was as powerful as Chen Pan's state, which naturally made the old antique anxious. For tens of millions of years, the only inheritor of Pan Jue and Zuo Jue died like this, how could he be willing?

Fortunately, after a long time, Chen Pan finally recovered again, but he said strange things. The old antiques could not know what Chen Pan was thinking, nor could they know his memory. Looking at Chen Pan and Sanchi Jian answered one-on-one, they naturally didn't understand why.

Chen Pan smiled and said, "Nothing. It's not a bad thing anyway. How is it here? Is there anything special?"

The old antique shook his head and the three-foot sword also said he didn't see it.

Maybe this is the first test to get here. Since I have passed it, what else can I worry about?

Chen Pan did not fly, but took a big step and walked straight inside.

From the outside, the swamp seems to be large and limited, but Chen Pan would never think so. Such a place has already gathered the God of Creation, which is the great way of heaven and earth, and it cannot be that simple.

It was as big as expected. It was indescribable here. After walking for a long time, there was no change except for the fog gradually fading.

What made him frown was that although this place was the end of the Wangchuan River, since he came in, he could no longer see the existence of the Wangchuan River, as if the Wangchuan River had directly poured into the bottom of the swamp.

Chen Pan was not anxious. He knew that the destination was not far away, and the more he reached this time, the less he could not panic.

After walking for a while, a different situation finally happened.

Vaguely, there were waves of strange sounds coming. If others might have thought about it, but Chen Pan was very familiar with it. This was the sound of breaking the air when practicing boxing.

When practicing boxing, it seems that there is someone in front of you. Chen Pan hurriedly accelerated and walked forward.

Although he didn't know whether this person was right or evil and would attack him, Chen Pan had no choice. He had to face it if he wanted to find a pen to reincarnation.

After the sound of the fist breaking through the air came, it disappeared without a trace. It took a long time before it rang again. However, it disappeared again with just one sound.

After waiting for a long time, the sound appeared again. Chen Pan calculated slightly in his mind and found that the time between them was the same.

Following the sound, the sound also appeared when the time point he calculated came.

It's very interesting. The boxer who practices this boxer doesn't know what boxing technique he is practicing, but he actually grasps time so accurately.

The fog became fainter and the sound became clearer. Chen Pan knew that he would soon meet someone who practiced boxing.

When I stepped on a solid land, all the fog disappeared instantly, as if I had arrived in a new world.

This place is no longer a swamp, but a mountain. There is nothing else in the mountains, all of which are blood-red red flowers, blooming extremely brilliantly.

The sound of boxing practitioners breaking through the air came from the depths of the mountains, and seemed extremely distant and unknown.

"Be careful, I feel something powerful inside." The old antique suddenly said.

Chen Pan nodded. In fact, he didn't need to remind him, he felt it. He didn't feel any powerful aura, but this terrible pressure filled the entire mountain, which was very powerful, and even the Supreme is not enough to make him feel this way.

"You have to watch it, you will inevitably take action." The old antique said to the Sanchi Sword.

The Sanchi Sword curled his lips, without agreeing, but without rejection.

Chen Pan calmed himself down and then took big steps towards the mountains.

When asked again, the fragrance of the other side of the river was still so comfortable, but it was no longer possible to make Chen Pan feel the same as before.

Step by step, the sound of boxers breaking through the air is getting louder and louder, as if right in front of you.

"The sound of boxing practice is strange," Sanchi Jian suddenly said.

At the same time, Chen Pan also felt it. It was fine if he was far away before, but when he got closer, every sound of breaking through the air could cause the true qi in his body to fluctuate, and he could not help but run, as if he wanted to burst out.

Not only himself, but also old antiques. The space Taoist patterns appeared uncontrollably around him, and even the three-foot sword could not be spared. Thousands of Taoist patterns appeared around him, blending into chaos, and it was also order.

The old antique had a lot of faith and didn't know what happened, but Sanchi Jian laughed without amazement: "It's interesting. It can make my true energy uncontrollable. Let's see who is sacred."

Chen Pan did not speak, but still walked forward firmly. He felt different from these two people. Not only was the tendency of true energy to explode, but he actually heard a very familiar feeling from the sound of the boxing.

The explosion of that power and the frequency of true qi were so similar to his own dragon fist.

In an instant, he suddenly had a premonition that this boxer must have something to do with him. Maybe... at this moment, he suddenly thought of someone.

As we rushed to the road at full speed, we got closer and closer, and bypassed a mountain, the scene in front of us changed drastically, and we had already reached a valley.

The valley was filled with the energy of life and death. A huge four-legged stove released the mysterious power. Above the stove, there was an illusory figure and a brush that looked extremely ordinary.

"Reincarnation Pen"

At this moment, Chen Pan's whole heart was beating in his throat.

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Chapter completed!