Ninth Reincarnation

Lin Jiu's left eye could see the deepest cracks in the world. In a pool of blood, he saw that the dragon blood of his best friend Lin Yue was about to burn his body, and the cold poison of the Cold Moon Sword Feng Qingyun had eroded into his bone marrow. As for himself, his fingertips were becoming transparent, as if the world was slowly being erased. This is not the beginning, but the ninth time. Every time, they meet with different identities and in different desperate situations, but they end up with the same blood-stained ending. It was as if a pair of invisible hands were twisting their fate into a knot. Until Long Aotian, who claimed to be the writer, smiled and pointed out: "Your thread is particularly interesting this time." So, the three desperadoes who were supposed to die took hold of the swords handed to each other. On the Tongtian sword testing platform, I saw the loopholes in the rules, Breaking through the repetition of history in the war of Jiuzhou, Show an insignificant edge to the demonic calamity that is destined to devour everything. If reincarnation is a prison, If fate is a predetermined script, This ninth time—— That's the last time.