There's something wrong with my immortal path.

In Tiger Wolf Valley.

Po Liuhan ushered in his second tough battle.

This time, three Seven Cauldron Overhauls were dispatched directly from the opposite side.

In addition to the Seven Cauldrons, there are a number of Five Cauldrons and Six Cauldrons monks standing by, ready to respond at any time.

This group of Qianyuan reverse cultivators headed by Po Liuhan were made a fool of themselves today.

They meet on a narrow road and a war is about to break out.

The fight between the monks is extremely fierce, and there is no one left in a hundred.

Almost every few breaths, Po Liuhan could hear the sound of the monk self-destructing.

Po Liuhan knew that they wanted to use their lives to create a passage for him.

It's a pity, how can the other side let them get what they want?
Those who come are not good, and those who are good don't.

They had already made all preparations.

Even if the monk self-destructs, he can't disrupt the opponent's formation.

"Behead the counter-cultivation and break the six Koreas! If I fall into the Chen Yi family, I will definitely reach a higher level!"

"The battle for destiny is very close at hand, and we are bound to win the Qianyuan Immortal Technique!"

Before he finished speaking, the three Seven Cauldron Great Cultivators formed a formation and came to kill them brazenly.

The three-material formation combines the spiritual power of the three cultivations into one, and the soul is connected.

With the blessing of the formation, the three cultivators can fight against the Eight Cauldrons and Mahayana.

Soon, Po Liuhan was at a disadvantage, his right arm was almost cut off, and the spiritual energy in his body became extremely dim.

Just when Luo Chen Sanxiu was about to kill Po Liuhan completely, they saw a dazzling white light.

"The Seal of Destiny! This is actually the Seal of Destiny!"

"This man is blessed by destiny!"

"How can it be!"

"How come he has the mark of destiny!"

"Why does he have the mark of destiny!"

Luo Chen Sanxiu, the young Qidian monk lost his composure on the spot.

How could he not lose his composure?

What he couldn't get was actually obtained by a demon.

The fluctuation of the young monk's soul eventually affected the stability of the three-material formation.

In that moment, Po Liuhan seized the fleeting opportunity.

Holding a knife in his left hand, he slashed at the weakest old man among Luo Chen's three cultivators.

The hatchet was covered in rust and looked inconspicuous, but in fact it was ridiculously powerful.

All the defenses of the old repairman were like paper in front of the hatchet.

A sting!
Po Liuhan was chopped down with one sword, Chen Qiding fell, his head was thrown high, and his soul was destroyed!
Po Liuhan succeeded with one attack, and the counter-cultivation forces outside were also greatly encouraged.

"Destiny! That's the mark of destiny!"

"Destiny is on our side!"

"Come on!"

In an instant, the situation of the battle suddenly changed.

Luochen Yishi noticed the change in the situation and without hesitation, the leader directly turned around to break out.

The battle for destiny is about to begin, and Luo Chen doesn't want to fight with Po Liuhan here.

The situation has turned from good to bad. If we don’t leave now, when will we wait?
The setting sun shines in the evening, and the setting sun is like blood.

Holding the hatchet in his hand, Po Liuhan let out a long sigh.

He lived another day.

But, how long can such good luck last?
Po Liuhan himself didn’t know.

……

Daguan Xianzhou, the second Xianque.

The Second Patriarch Zhao looked at Daguan III in front of him with a complicated expression.

Looking at the destiny mark on the head of the third generation, the second generation was speechless.

It's no exaggeration...

The second generation ancestor wanted to cut off the mark on this guy's forehead.

He stretched out his finger and poked Zhao San hard on the forehead.

The molar teeth of Zhao II's ancestor were almost broken.

"What has your kid eaten lately?"

"A bear's heart and a leopard's courage?"

"Do you want to become an immortal?"

"You clearly think that our father and son will have a long life!"

"Tell me, kid, what kind of immortal are you?"

Carrying the second son's accusation, Zhao San looked aggrieved.

"Father!"

"Father! Listen to my explanation!"

"I don't know why the destiny mark appears!"

With a sneer, the second generation really wanted to take out his jade belt and give it to this guy.

Let him feel it. What is father's love? It's like a mountain falling apart.

"You do not know?"

"You have no idea of ​​becoming an immortal. Can it grow on your head?"

"Why isn't it in my head?"

"Or……"

"I'm not as good at riding horses as you are?"

"Your qualifications are better than mine, right?"

The second ancestor's few words left Zhao San speechless.

The thought of becoming an immortal!
I would like to ask all the monks in the world, how many of them don’t want to become immortals?
Cultivation to immortality, cultivation of immortality. Isn’t that what you are cultivating?

When Zhao San was speechless, the Second Ancestor poked his forehead hard again.

"You ah you!"

"It really pisses me off!"

"You usually look smart, why are you so stupid now?"

With his eyes focused, the second ancestor's expression became more serious.

"You have to remember what I say next!"

"Cover that destiny mark for me, and don't think about becoming an immortal again in the future."

"The Zhao family in Daguan has only one immortal! Even if you become an immortal, he can still eat you!"

Looking at the serious-faced Second World War, Zhao San couldn't help but feel his throat well up and his body tremble.

The thoughts in his mind collided wildly, and before Zhao San could ask, the second generation ruthlessly interrupted him.

"Don't ask. The more you know, the faster you will die."

"Be your Daguan Crown Prince from now on."

"Stop trying to become an immortal, you know?"

Under the serious gaze of Yu Er Er, Zhao San could only nod in recognition.

When the second son was taming his son, Zhao Jiu, who was deep in Grand View Fan City, slowly opened his eyes.

Looking at the vast destiny above the sky, the corners of Zhao Jiu's mouth gradually rose.

"With me in this life, it will be extremely wonderful."

Before he finished speaking, a dazzling white light rose up.

Zhao Jiu's destiny mark was also condensed.

As if sensing something, the first generation ancestor Zhao Xuanlang slowly walked out of the Immortal Body Hall.

The sunspots in his left eye were shining, and the right eye was swirling, and there were two completely different looks on Zhao Xuanlang's face.

From a high position, looking down at the thousands of lights of Daguanxianzhou, Zhao Xuanlang's words were astonishing.

"Father……"

"What happened in the outer world?"

"Are all immortals really dead?"

The right eye was tangled in whirlpools, and the light in the eye was dim.

Zhao Xuanlang spoke again, but his voice changed.

"Lang'er."

"Do you remember the generation that my father told you about?"

"The first generation is thirty-six, the second generation is seventy-two, and the third generation is one hundred and eight."

"Every generation has exhausted the blood of human race's creation, especially the first generation, which cannot be copied."

"Lang'er..."

"In fact, the first generation has already embarked on the path of transcendence."

In his left eye, sunspots shone, and Zhao Xuanlang couldn't hide his shock.

The first generation has already embarked on the path of transcendence! ?

How is this possible?
Then why do the major clans continue to drain their resources and continue to launch generational plans?
What is the reason for the ancient clan to do this?

Zhao Xuanlang's thoughts stirred up, and Zhao Liuche's voice rose again.

"The ninth generation of the first generation is transcendent."

"He has the soul of an immortal and the body of a demon."

"He had memory problems and he stole too much."

"And then...he went crazy."

"The soul changed, the body twisted, and he started to eat people."

"The major clans launched bloody wars at all costs, just to kill the ninth generation."

"In the bloody battle, the ancient clan devoted everything, and all the great bodies were almost wiped out."

"And the ninth generation was also beheaded, soul-extracted, suppressed, and exiled..."

"Starting with him, the ancient clan began to peel off the immortals and demons, and then continued to explore."

"With the efforts of the second and third generations, the path of immortals and demons has finally matured."

Hearing this, Zhao Xuanlang was already a little overwhelmed.

I'm afraid no one can know such a secret except the immortals.

While Zhao Xuanlang sighed, Zhao Liuche continued to make surprising remarks.

"The immortal Tianwaitian is the head of the ninth generation."

"The ninth generation is so strong that his disease has invaded his head."

"There's a ghost inside his head..."

"The real ghost..."

"Ghosts hide in the souls of immortals, and it is the ghosts who kill the immortals."

"When the destiny is wiped out, the ghosts will also disappear."

"And my immortal soul...is flawed."

"I can't raise a ghost that can kill me."

"So I survived."

"And I... also took the opportunity to see the truth of all this."

While speaking, Zhao Liuche raised his head and looked at Yuanyang Tianming.

The corners of his mouth slowly curved into a cool curve.

It seems sarcastic and disdainful.

"Destiny, destiny, what a big game."

"Of those old guys, how many of them have had their destiny?"

"Detachment...how can it last forever?"

"In this world...it's time for me to take charge." (End of this chapter)