"It's so strange. Is the master's mind split? Meow, the two minds incarnate, the soul aura is exactly the same. Meow..." said the Heihu, the spirit of the armor.

Qianyuan Sword Spirit was facing a great enemy, and he instinctively felt fear. It was an instinctive reaction to the strongest man who was far superior to himself and could suppress him in the back of his palm.

"It's not that simple. The new incarnation of the mind and soul has been more than tens of thousands of years!" Qianyuan Sword said with a sharp voice, "It is definitely a method left over by the strongest!"

"It turned out to be a spiritual body of a holy weapon. No wonder he had such insight and could recognize part of my origin," said a man in white robe who turned into a statue of the barbarian god and smiled.

Xu Yang looked at the man in white robe in a daze and said, "Who are you?"

The man in white robe smiled and said, "I am you, but you are not me."

Xiaobai next to him suddenly said happily: "A Xuan, you are A Xuan!" Then, she said in confusion again: "Why are there two A Xuan?"

The man in white robe looked at Xiaobai, his eyes full of affection: "Xue'er, I didn't expect that after 100,000 years, you and I still have a good time to meet again. Unfortunately, a matter of thought, it will be a perfect fate. Today we meet, you are still you, but I am no longer me. Take a closer look, I am just a 'soul-casting' technique."

Xu Yang looked at the man in white robe and felt that the man in white robe seemed to be himself.

Suddenly, when I first met Xiaobai, the memory scenes flashed through Xu Yang's heart like flowing water, and finally frozen on a picture.

Before the clouds were filled with fairy palaces, a man in white robe stood at the entrance of the fairy palace, looked back and smiled, and looked at the world. Finally, the man in white robe stepped into the fairy palace in one step and never looked back.

"You and I can be said to be the closest brothers, or father and son, in the past and later life... It doesn't matter what title you use. You just need to know that I am you." The man in white robe said, "Now, listen, my closest brothers: We failed in the previous life, and in this life, we must succeed!"

Xu Yang was confused by his words: "What success?"

"The time is coming, you will naturally know that it is useless to say more now," the man in the white robe suddenly realized. "In this life, you seem to have some trouble in practicing the Eight Scenery of Xuantian?"

The man in white robe saw the gray figures isolated behind the purple light curtain, and he smiled faintly: "So that's it. Wait for me to help you return to your original origin first!"

The man in the white robe stretched out a big hand and pressed it on Xu Yang's head. A mellow and soft white light slowly merged into Xu Yang's body.

Later generations swept the courtyard in the sect’s Sutra Collection Pavilion. In their spare time, they read the secrets of magical skills covered with dust with relish...

Climbing up the wooden ladder to clean the spider web, he accidentally fell and smashed the statue of the ancestor. The small white blood-stained tower found...

Waking up again, things have changed, and he has arrived ten thousand years ago, at the end of the golden age. He set foot on the peak and fought again and again...

I don’t know how long it took, the man in white robe took back his big hand and looked at Xu Yang with a smile.

"How do you feel?" asked the man in white robe.

Xu Yang slowly opened his eyes, and he finally returned to normal. However, there were many vicissitudes of life in those eyes, just like the eyes of an old man who had experienced hundreds of generations, shining with the glory of wisdom.

"I remember. I am Xu Yang, you are the barbarian god...or, you are the God of Xuantian." Xu Yang said.

"Why do you have to be so clear? Originally I am you, the Barbarian God is also you, and the Xuantian God is also you," the man in the white robe smiled, "Xue'er's origin has been greatly consumed. Try not to let her come out in the future... My closest brother, when you succeed, you will definitely be able to regain your fortune. In short, Xue'er will ask you."

Xu Yang nodded: "What's your business." The man in white robe said Xueer was Xiaobai.

"I don't need to deal with these dead people's memories for you, right?" the man in white robe said with a smile.

"Yes, there is no need. Thank you." Xu Yang said.

"You're welcome, thank you so much, thank you." The man in the white robe turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the Xu Yang's starry sea. The next moment he appeared in the Barbarian Temple and walked back into the empty scroll hanging in the middle of the temple.

"Xiaobai, this time it caused you a huge loss, it was my fault," Xu Yang said slowly, "Go back to Zhenxuan Tower to warm up...Xiaobai, remember that no matter how much danger I encounter in the future, don't come out. I would rather give up this life than let you disappear. Otherwise, there would be no hope."

Xiaobai lowered her head and smiled. She seemed very happy. She turned around and left, walked into the blank scroll of the starry sea. With a whirlpool, the scroll flew back into the Zhenxuan Tower.

Without the obstruction of the little white purple light curtain, the gray figures rushed over again.

Xu Yang's face remained unchanged. He took a step forward and a soft white light appeared all over his body. The gray figures and the memory fragments represented by the memory disappeared one after another.

Xu Yang's mind returned to his body, and in the temple of the Barbarian God, he opened his eyes again and breathed a long sigh.

With a thought, the bones in his body made a blast, and Xu Yang's body crackled and rapidly strengthened. The body and blood were rearranged and combined in a nearly perfect way. Every inch of the body and every trace of mysterious power were completely controlled in Xu Yang's thoughts.

"call……"

After breathing again, Xu Yang's powerful aura immediately restrained and did not overflow at all. Even the strong man at the peak of Xuanjun seemed to be just an ordinary person, and he would never be able to see Xu Yang's amazing cultivation.

Return to nature and control yourself. After surviving the inner demon disaster, Xu Yang finally entered the early stage of Xuanjun and truly became a prince.

Now, Xu Yang is only in his early twenties and is less than 21 years old. Such a young powerful Xuanjun may not be able to find a second one even if he looks at the entire Yingzhou.

"It feels very powerful... Now, even when facing the powerful people in the early stage of Xuan King, I still have a striking force! The Baji True Body has an unusual and wonderful use against the Xuan King's realm. It is worthy of being a martial art created by God Xuantian."

Xu Yang had already had a glimpse of his previous life. All signs showed that his previous life was the Xuantian God, which everyone admired.

However, Xu Yang did not intend to announce this. The reincarnation of Xuantian God is too shocking and no one would believe it when he said it. It would only cause laughter. No matter how amazing Xu Yang is, it is far from the point of being deified Xuantian God.
Chapter completed!