Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 1927 Cut through the fog of fate! (ask for subscription, ask for monthly pass)

Inside the Xingtian Hall.

All eyes were focused on the haggard old man. He looked too fragile, and his dying years were not enough to describe his debilitating appearance, but the master whip behind Luo Sheng trembled slightly, as if feeling it.

"Master of Destiny." Human Wang Wanwusheng frowned, and said, "A little bit of true spirit is sent to the void, and the shape of the gods is all withered. I didn't expect that there are still existences who have comprehended the taboos of fate to such a state."

Destiny Master!
The eyes of Mr. He and the others turned slightly cold. They didn't have a good impression of this lineage. In other words, the world didn't have a good impression of this lineage. They were a group of lunatics who tried to control their destiny.

Being helped into the palace by King Ziyang, the old man raised his head. Under his dry white hair, there was a pair of eyes as vast as the starry sky, as if all the stars in the sky were sinking into it. Staring at these eyes was like staring at the vast starry sky.

Immediately, the star-like eyes first fell on Ren Wang Wan Wu Sheng, and the old man spoke in a gentle voice, not rushing: "The past will return, and the Ren Wang is one step ahead. The younger generation is fortunate to see the demeanor of the sages. It's a waste of time."

"Gods and gods, the fate you see may not be true," the king of people Wanwusheng said indifferently, "The long river of fate is turbulent and unpredictable, with countless tributaries, and how many of them can you understand."

"People, you have to think a little bit, don't you?" The old man smiled, the wrinkles on his face piled up.

"This is the old Heavenly Master, from the lineage of the Emperor of War." Shu Er, the first Xingtian in the hall, said in a deep voice.

Lineage of the Emperor of War!
Su Qinian and the others couldn't help but be moved. The lineage of the Zhanhuang is the surname of heaven, and the lineage of the Master of Destiny, the strongest is called the celestial master. It is rumored that he has the unpredictable power to reverse the chaos and change the fate. .

However, what Su Qinian didn't expect was that there would be someone from the lineage of the Emperor of War who would walk on the path of being a life-severing master.

"When the silent battle blood revives, there are some roads that must be walked by someone." The old Tianshi spoke softly, although his body and spirit were haggard, but those starry eyes seemed to be able to see everything and capture everyone's thoughts.

He Laosan and the others suddenly fell silent, and the coldness in their eyes faded away. As the lineage of the War Emperor, inheriting the supreme battle blood, they chose such a road. Perhaps, as the old master said, there are some roads, there must be someone Passing by, instead of handing over fate to a group of lunatics, it is better to hold it in your own hands. Although this kind of grasp is also incomplete, it can be seen from the state of the old master.

Su Qinian could feel that the life level of the old celestial master was very high. Even in the Supreme King Realm, he had traveled a long way and should be on the road to become an emperor, but his vitality was weak, like an ordinary old man. It's nearly exhausted.

To observe the form and spirit of the old celestial master, even if he is very old, he is at most [-] years old, and the supreme king can live at least [-] years, and with some life-prolonging elixir, he can live to Thirty thousand years old is not difficult.

Could it be that this is the price of trying to control fate...

As if sensing Su Qinian's thoughts, the old celestial master's starry eyes fell on Su Qinian, and said: "Young unrivaled war king, you are now the place where all races are intertwined under the starry sky. , even the trajectory of fate is shrouded in fog."

"Old Heavenly Master, can't the fog be cleared away?" Fourth Xingtian pondered.

The old celestial master shook his head lightly: "The fortunes of all races are intertwined, disrupting the secrets of the heavens, and the fate-breakers of the various races in the starry sky can never try to see through them, but the secrets of the heavens are running and changing in a blink of an eye, and they can't be seen through. Sometimes they are also variables."

After a pause, the old master's eyes fell behind the senior brother Luo Sheng, and he sighed: "However, if you use the power of the magic whip to glimpse the secrets, you need to be cautious. In this way, the old man will try again, although fate is endless." Sweeping everything, but it may not be without a glimmer of life."

"Old Heavenly Master." Ziyang Wang, who had been supporting the old man, couldn't help but said.

"If you want to control your destiny in vain, you have to bear the slaughter of fate. I am satisfied that the old man can live to this day." It is also impossible to really see the sun through the clouds, and can only do a little bit of effort."

"Then I'll trouble Old Master Tian." First Xing Tian took a deep breath and said solemnly.

"For the world of fireworks, the world of peace and prosperity, why bother." The old heavenly master shook his head lightly, and then there was an inexplicable air flow around his body, and King Ziyang also let go of his hands, and retreated to the side.

hum!
The next moment, the thin figure of this haggard old celestial master gradually straightened. Although he looked thin and weak, his star-like eyes were extremely bright. Tides, galaxies are born and perish.

From the old Tianshi, Su Qinian felt a tenacious fighting spirit even though it was about to dry up. This fighting spirit was supporting his will and supporting his withered body, even though it was almost exhausted. Even if it is dry, it can still burst out with power beyond imagination.

A stone grinding disc immediately emerged from the palm raised by the old Tianshi, but the palm-sized stone mill slowly turned in the palm of the old Tianshi, as if it was wrapped in invisible flowing water, rolling forward, and it could be heard clearly The sound of splashing water.

Fate millstone!

Compared with the millstones of fate seen by Su Qinian in the past, the millstones of destiny of the old celestial master seemed real, with vicissitudes of life condensed on the stone mill, and there were many mottled marks on the gray stone mill, It looks like a notch, or a mark of a knife and a knife.

Rumble!
Immediately, the millstone of fate turned, but the palm-sized stone mill made a roar like chaotic thunder in the palm of the old celestial master, and a grand breath of fate instantly penetrated into the nothingness in the dark, Xing Tian In the main hall, fog gradually began to form. The white mist was not thick at first, and soon there was a vast expanse of whiteness in front of him. Even when Su Qinian felt that the breath of Xingtian Hall and even the first Xingtian and others were gone. After that, even the sound of the turning of the millstone of fate can no longer be heard.

Only a gentle palm held his palm at the last moment shrouded in white mist.

Sensing the familiar figure still standing beside him, a firm look appeared in Su Qinian's eyes, and a light appeared between his brows, and then he exhaled loudly, every inch of his body and every pore radiated brilliant light. brilliant.

"Light! Light! Light!"

He bloomed Maha Boundless Light, and his bright heart was boiling, trying to dispel the mist of fate in the place where he stood, but the infinite light seemed to be unable to penetrate the vast mist here, and the infinite light overflowed, as if swallowed by those white mist , failed to set off half a wave.

At this moment, in the Xingtian Hall, the star-like eyes of the old celestial master lightly swept over Su Qinian and the others who were standing quietly in the hall, and the destiny stone mill in his palm turned gently. Purpose figure.

"Definite numbers, variable numbers, different numbers, and doomed numbers." At this moment, the wrinkles on the old Tianshi's face deepened, and his figure gradually showed some signs of illusion. Shi Mo, "Life is only in a moment of thought, but it can't be repeated, that's all. If the old man fights it out today, if he can turn the clouds and see the sun, it will be a fortune."

After the words fell, the old man's withered five fingers slowly held the destiny millstone in the palm of his hand, but the palm-sized stone mill turned quietly and silently, but as the old master's five fingers closed, there was a dazzling explosion between the two. The brilliance, the gray stone mill, suddenly seemed to become sharper than a heavenly knife, cutting through the five fingers of the old heavenly master, exposing the dull golden phalanx.

But the old heavenly master didn't seem to notice it, even for a moment, the whole person became hazy, as if he was no longer real, and was about to fall into the endless nothingness.

In the fog of fate.

Su Qinian swung the saber again, embracing the true meaning of suspending his life, cutting through all fate and falsehood with a burst of saber momentum, just now he could barely split the thick white mist in front of him, just like that, he and Liu Qingchan Walking in this fog of fate, overcoming thorns and thorns in an unknown direction.

Maybe it's a cup of tea, maybe it's a day, maybe it's a year, Su Qinian and the two are walking in the vast mist, the stone life-saving knife in their hands silently cuts through the mist in front of them, but they still haven't seen the end. Here, Su Qinian can't even touch the past and the future. Su Qinian has tried all the mighty powers, but the road ahead is still at a loss.

However, the life-saving knife is becoming more and more condensed, and the power to cut through the fog is increasing, but unfortunately, as the old master said, this is the place where the fortunes of all races are intertwined, and the fog of fate, even if it is It is also impossible to see through the top figures of the life-severing master lineage.

Who can break fate does not have to be done with great strength.

At a certain moment, Su Qinian raised his eyebrows, and the white mist of fate in front of his eyes froze at a speed that almost surpassed his perception of immortal will, maybe not more than a fraction of a moment.

There was a flash of light in Liu Qingchan's eyes. Between each other, the resonance and perception of one-third of the heart of time had already surpassed all the shackles of time and void.

Ten years later, in the void and unknown depths, the past and the future emerged at the same time at the two ends of the river formed by the condensed fine sand of endless rays of light.

And Su Qinian's real body, reflected by the clear and misty river water, stands in the current world.

The past body pouted slightly, but still raised its feet and took steps. In the frozen time, the past and the future two bodies crossed the unknown branch of time and space, descended into the present world, and became one with the real body.

In the mist of fate, Su Qinian's calm eyes were extremely deep and quiet at this moment. Thousands of ways were like stars, as if floating in his pupils. He held Liu Qingchan in his left hand, and swung the life-saving knife in his right. The ancient heavenly dragon held its head high, and the fiery rust between its brows was shining brightly at this moment, more gorgeous than red clouds.

scoff!

With this knife cut out, the fog of fate seemed to be ignited and melted like spring snow, and was split and penetrated by this immersed and bright knife light. (Please subscribe, thank you for your monthly tickets and rewards!)
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