Authentic Magic Gate - Chapter 4

[Chapter 4 Deprivation]

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Ye Ting understood the principle of this curse, and absorbed all the memories of the tenth life. Every reincarnation, because of the curse on the reincarnation disk, his soul was injured and a part was divided.

Reincarnation, no matter where you invest, your aptitude will always get lower and lower.

Every time I die, the memory of the previous life is collected, and I am confused. After the tenth life, this last life cannot be reincarnated, because the power of the reincarnation disk is completely consumed, disintegrated in the curse, and turned into mud. In this way, the soul of his own imaginary realm is trapped in the mud.

The power of the Jiaolong was not enough to destroy the Tenth Reincarnation Disk, but because this was the last life, the Tenth Reincarnation Disk was close to collapse. That Jiaolong was unlucky and wanted his own soul, but let the tenth reincarnation disk disintegrate ahead of schedule.

The power of cause and effect is entangled, and Jiaolong, not to mention a monster in the Pill Realm, is a cultivator in the Void Realm, and he can’t escape. However, if there is no Jiaolong, when he dies in this life, his soul will not be able to reunite.

Confused, ignorant.

The disintegration speed of the tenth reincarnation disk is getting faster and faster. Ye Ting remembered the past and knew that his master had fallen. Kunlun mastered the white-headed sword fairy and destroyed Kunlun himself. That was what he knew when he was reincarnated in his first life, but in that life, he didn’t know that it was Ye Shenjun’s reincarnation at all, and instead devoted himself to Buddhism.

The soul is intact, the memory is restored, and Ye Ting’s seven emotions and five senses are no longer missing, and he is inexplicably sad for a while.

If it wasn’t for the greed of the Tenth World Reincarnation Disc, go grab it, the Conferred God Stage has already been built. Master doesn’t have to die, and Kunlun’s sect doesn’t have to flee.

The entire reincarnation disk quickly turned into silt, and Ye Ting’s soul fell into the silt. The power of karma is entwined, although it can’t help the complete virtual soul, it deprives Ye Ting of the memory recovered.

This change was not expected by the Buddha. Peeling off the memory, Ye Ting’s soul became clearer and clearer. The power of cause and effect entangled in the soul cannot contaminate his soul, but only tore the memory of the tenth life. This process is more painful than dividing the soul.

Those memories were torn out, Ye Ting became a bystander, and his sadness gradually disappeared.

The soul of the dragon died, and the three people standing on the back of the dragon on the red river were unprepared. , immobilize yourself. His left hand grabbed Xinjun suddenly, and his right foot hooked Longyin. When he wanted to speak, the river water poured in, causing him to cough and forced to hold his breath.

But how long can this last? The water was so cold that it was hard to mention. In this red river, there were not many water monsters. When the breath of the dragon’s death spread, those monsters would pounce on them and eat the three of them.

Langxi thought that he was going to die, and he didn’t give up immediately. He thought to himself: Ye Ting, I’m sorry, I wasted the opportunity you bought with your life.

In Dragon Control City, inside a cold iron hall. More than a dozen cultivators are watching a person refining a weapon. This person has long dark red hair, is wearing a purple robe, and is refining a copper shield.

When Jiaolongfang died, the red-haired middle-aged cultivator sensed it, and he didn’t see any movement from him. The whole person had turned into a red brilliance and flew out of the Cold Iron Hall, dropping the copper shield that was being refined. The monks onlookers were inexplicable. The red-haired monk landed on the top of the city and saw the body of the dragon sinking into the water. Instead of being surprised, he was delighted.

The huge body of the Flood Dragon was pulled from the waves of the Red River by the red-haired cultivator, and it broke through the water and flew up.

With a loud bang, the dragon’s body fell on the city wall.

The disciples of Yulong City, who were patrolling the city in the distance, exclaimed, and it took a long time for them to come back to their senses. The red-haired cultivator said, “Send this Flood Dragon to the Xuanyin Hall, I will still be useful.”

The Jiaolong, who guarded the city, died inexplicably. These disciples were originally terrified and worried, worried that the city lord would punish him. Hearing that the city lord did not mean to blame, he was relieved.

Ye Ting’s soul did not struggle, and the mud blocked the connection between his soul and his body. Even if he could control the physical body, this body was too weak. Moreover, the memory was stripped away little by little, and the pain left Ye Ting without any strength to resist.

It would be great if his Time Sword hadn’t been destroyed, as long as he could control it with the power of his divine sense, a pinpoint-sized trace of True Qi could drive it.

At this moment, Ye Ting still has no fear, but this time, it is not because of his incomplete soul, but because of his stable state of mind. Even if it is eternal reincarnation, Ye Ting just watches it calmly and waits for the opportunity.

The memories that have been pulled out are like bubbles, rolling in the silt and not floating up. The force of cause and effect in the silt squeezed the bubbles, and Ye Ting’s memory was compressed, but it could not be eroded. The bubbles become smaller and smaller, and eventually slowly turn into a solid state.

The memories of the previous two lives gradually turned into azure-gold sand grains, with a huge number. In these two lifetimes, Ye Ting had a realm equivalent to a disaster in the virtual realm. The memories of the third and fourth lives were only dark golden. In these two lives, Ye Ting’s cultivation was barely breaking through the Infant Realm, but he couldn’t survive a disaster.

In the fifth and sixth lives, Ye Ting’s memory was pale golden. In these two lives, he was only at the level of the Four Difficulties in the Infant Realm.

In the seventh and eighth lives, Ye Ting’s memory turned into silver grains of sand. In these two lives, his aptitude was even worse, but he had only reached the end of his cultivation.

The memory of the ninth generation, turned into bronze-colored sand grains, the foundation was built with great perfection, and the level of the twelve-story building.

In the tenth life, memory was compressed into black iron-colored sand.

With the memory compressed into solid sand, Ye Ting could no longer recall those pasts. No matter how hard his soul tried, he could only watch the mud take it all away.

With the loss of memory, Ye Ting’s soul became more and more pure. Suddenly, a azure light flew from the Zifu Consciousness overseas, fell into the mud, and turned into a cyan seed. Ye Ting had been prepared for a long time, and the change had happened. He didn’t care whether it was a trap or not, his soul twisted hard, and bluntly got into the blue seed.

The soul was hidden in this seed, the mud boiled, and the power of karma was entangled in layers, trying to search for Ye Ting’s soul, but there was no way to enter. Ye Ting took a breath, he had forgotten the origin of these silts, he only knew that these silts were depriving him of the memory of his previous life.

In his previous life, he was a Taoist cultivator who built a six-story building.

The cyan seed came a little late. The memory of Ye Ting’s tenth generation was only the last ten years, and it was still a little incomplete. But it’s not too late, if this cyan seed is delayed for a while, Ye Ting will start to be deprived of the memory of this life.

Snapped!

Ye Ting was very frightened when he heard the sound of the seeds splitting, but then he realized that the seeds had sprouted!

Sprouting, rooting, pulling stems, loose leaves, flowering…

No, it’s just a flower bone, Ye Ting’s soul is contained in the flower bone. This is a cyan lotus flower, Ye Ting’s consciousness can come and go freely in the lotus flower.

However, he still couldn’t control his body, there was silt outside Qinglian, blocking Ye Ting’s way of controlling his body. Ye Ting’s heart moved slightly, and with the idea of controlling his body, the root of the lotus root under the green lotus grew white silk threads, penetrating the mud, reaching the edge of the Zifu Sea of Consciousness, and lightly breaking the barrier.

Ye Ting’s throat released a **, and instantly returned to normal.

Not dead, that’s great!

Ye Ting opened his eyes and saw the tent with gorgeous tassels. Lie on the bed by yourself, not in the belly of Jiaolong. The tent was filled with the scent of medicine. He wanted to sit up, but a slight movement of getting up caused severe pain all over his body.

The Jiaolong destroyed the internal meridians of his body, and the surface of his skin was also severely scalded.

“Wake up, wake up!” A boy’s voice sounded. Ye Ting didn’t dare to turn his head to look, the skin on his neck was dry and hard, and there were still many small wounds.

“Noisy, go and invite Master.” Ye Ting heard the girl’s voice, which was soft and waxy. Just listening to the voice, he felt a slight sweetness, which made people’s heart soften.

Then, Ye Ting saw a pair of beautiful eyes and came to him, sticking very close. The eyes were curved, dark and bright, blinking and blinking under a pair of fine eyebrows.

“Where is this?” Ye Ting said reluctantly, and found that his voice was hoarse, and his voice originally seemed to be on fire, but now it was more like being cut by a knife.

“Of course it’s Dragon City.” Those eyes smiled, and even their eyebrows curved down together.

“I……”

Ye Ting’s mouth was held down fiercely. Ye Ting felt that half of his face was about to be crushed by this hand, and tears could not be contained.

The girl’s voice was gentle: “Don’t talk, you are still hurt.”

Ye Ting thought to himself, let go of your hand, if you don’t let go, I will be suffocated to death. The girl’s hands flattened even his nostrils, her mouth couldn’t get air, and her lungs felt like they were soaking in a pan of oil.

“Hey, why are you crying?” The girl pressed her hands even tighter and said anxiously, “You are still seriously injured, and being too excited is bad for your health!”

“Yang’er, don’t be ridiculous, he is your junior brother.” The red-haired monk’s voice came from outside the door.

The girl just let go, but said in her mouth, “Oh, I’m really clumsy, look…” She wiped Ye Ting’s tears with both hands, and Ye Ting felt that her face was about to be wiped off. .

The girl was still smiling, her face blooming like a flower. Ye Ting’s heart froze, she did it on purpose!

When the red-haired monk came to Ye Ting’s bed, the girl stopped and stood with her hands tied, looking very well-behaved beside the city lord. She turned to steal it, looked at the red-haired cultivator, and asked in a naive manner, “Master, didn’t you say you only accept me as an apprentice? Why is there another apprentice?”

The red-haired cultivator’s smile was somewhat condoning. He stroked the girl’s long hair and said, “I didn’t say that I would only accept you, but the previous disciples were all killed by you.”

The girl lowered her eyes, tears were dripping, she pulled the master’s sleeve, and did not speak, just this appearance made people feel pity.

“Okay Yang’er, this junior brother is different.”

“What’s the difference!” The girl glared at Ye Ting fiercely. At this moment, Ye Ting felt a little relieved. It’s better to be angry than to smile.

“This child, as a teacher, will teach him his skills in person, and in the future… he will leave Fengzhou.”

The girl’s eyebrows gave birth to a trace of hostility.

The red-haired cultivator pressed his palm on Ye Ting’s forehead, and a cool breath poured in and spread throughout the body. Ye Ting felt that all the pain on his body had ceased. The red-haired cultivator did not take his hand away. Repairing the injury in Ye Ting’s body. He said to Ye Ting at the same time: “I’m Yu Wenxuan, the city master of Yulong, Ye Ting, are you willing to take me as a teacher?” (The novel “Magic Sect” will have more fresh content on the official WeChat platform, and at the same time There is also a 100% lucky draw gift for everyone! Open WeChat now, click the “+” sign on the upper right to “Add a friend”, search for the public account “qdread” and follow, hurry up!)