Destiny Martial God

Central Domain, Qianlong Fort, on the stage!

"Bauhinia flowers are blooming!"

Accompanied by Jian Wuhen's light shout, the purple sword light from the imperial sword in her hand quickly condensed into countless beautiful bauhinia flowers, turning the entire stage into a sea of ​​flowers in an instant.

"Heavenly Lord is coming!"

Looking at the countless bauhinia flowers slowly falling on him, Ji Wenlong used the elixir he had just taken secretly, at the cost of overdrawing his own Yuanli and soul power, to directly perform the unique sword technique of the Lord of the Heavenly Palace.

The sword technique and sword energy quickly condensed into a young man who looked only seventeen or eighteen years old.

The young man looked down at the countless bauhinia flowers that covered the stage, and after a trace of tenderness flashed in his eyes, he slowly stretched out his jade hand and slowly patted the countless bauhinia flowers.

"It seems that Brother Ji has reached the realm of returning to nature, and I am not his opponent yet!" After looking at the sword technique and sword energy displayed by Ji Wenlong and the young man condensed, Yuwen Cangqiong showed a trace of frustration in his eyes, and then sighed to himself.

When the young man's jade hand slowly slapped the ring, countless redbuds were instantly shattered, and Ji Wenlong, who was completely surrounded by the redbuds, showed an arrogant and complacent smile on his face.

But before the arrogant and complacent smile just appeared, the terrifying sword formation composed of 9,999 swords directly enveloped the young man in mid-air, forcing the young man to retract his jade palm that was slapping the ring.

The countless redbuds threatened by the young man Shiyun began to shrink rapidly, and soon wrapped Ji Wenlong in countless redbuds.

"Damn formation!"

At the same time, the young man who was enveloped by the sword formation, after a reluctant roar, was completely strangled by the sword formation into the purest energy.

Seeing the incarnation of the Lord of the Heavenly Palace destroyed in the sword formation, and the faint breath of Ji Wenlong who was tightly wrapped by countless redbud flowers, the face of the Supreme Elder of Yuxu Palace was instantly gloomy, and his eyes looking at Yu Haoran and Jian Wuhen revealed an undisguised murderous aura.

In response, Yu Haoran was not afraid at all and stretched out his hand in front of his neck to provoke.

"Not bad!"

The inherited swordsmanship killed Ji Wenlong, and the exquisite sword formation strangled the incarnation of the Lord of the Heavenly Palace. After watching Jian Wuhen's cautious and thorough attack, the Redbud Sword Emperor, who finally adjusted his mood, nodded with great satisfaction.

"Wuhen greets the master!"

The thoughtful Jian Wuhen knelt down on his knees and saluted as soon as the voice of the Redbud Sword Emperor's praise fell.

"Good, good, good!"

Except for the flaw of being a little indecisive, Jian Wuhen is not inferior to her youth in terms of talent and potential, as well as her obsession and pursuit of swordsmanship.

What's more, through Jian Wuhen's different attitude towards Yu Haoran just now, she knew that her apprentice Jian Wuhen had a special emotional entanglement with the son of destiny, which could not only add countless luck and opportunities to her, but also give her the hope of impacting a higher realm.

So, when the residual soul was destroyed, the satisfied Zijing Sword Emperor couldn't help but happily say three times in a row to receive a disciple who would definitely surpass her in the future to inherit her mantle.

Afterwards, she stretched out her jade finger like white jade, gently tapped on Jian Wuhen's forehead, and passed on all her life's cultivation insights, cultivation methods and martial arts to Jian Wuhen without reservation.

"Zijing Yu has met the son of destiny!" While passing on the mantle to Jian Wuhen, Zijing Sword Emperor used his divine mind to salute Yu Haoran.

"Senior, are you talking to me?"

It was not strange to hear the voice of Zijing Sword Emperor in his mind, but what really puzzled Yu Haoran was the address he had just given him.

"Zijing Yu, if you still want to reincarnate after the catastrophe, then immediately find a way to eliminate the influence of the four words "Son of Destiny" on Yu Haoran."

With the strength of the peak realm of the first calamity and half-god of the tower spirit's soul body, he could clearly capture every word Zijing Yu said using the telepathic transmission.

Although he didn't know why Zijing Sword Emperor could see Yu Haoran's identity as the Son of Destiny at a glance, but thinking of the strong impact of the Son of Destiny on Haoran, the tower spirit's face suddenly changed, and he couldn't help but threaten with murderous intent.

"Otherwise, I will use the time travel ability of the Domain Tower to go back to 200,000 years ago, and then forcibly extract your soul, making you unable to live or die!"

"Supreme Master Zi Ling!"

Just as the threatening voice of the tower spirit fell, a piece of information about the detailed origin of the tower spirit inexplicably emerged in her mind, causing Zi Jingyu to scream in fear.

Fortunately, as Zi Jingyu has the strength to impact the realm of the God of War, her strong state of mind makes her realize that she cannot expose the existence of the tower spirit, so the loss of voice just now is only a divine thought.

"Zi Jingyu, the matter of fate is too much, with Yu Haoran's current cultivation and strength, it is not suitable for him to know his identity as the son of fate for the time being."

Although he also felt strange that Zi Jingyu knew his name in ancient times, he was eager to eliminate Yu Haoran's doubts, so he could only temporarily suppress the idea of ​​asking questions, and ordered with a sharp look.

"So, you should immediately find a way to round back the information you just revealed."

"Supreme Master Zi Ling, please rest assured, I know what to do."

As long as Yu Haoran's doubts about the child of destiny can be eliminated, he will be able to reincarnate after the catastrophe of heaven and earth, and have the opportunity to regain the memory of his previous life. The information revealed by the tower spirit just now made Zijingyu excited and hurriedly made a promise.

"Isn't the man that my Tu Wuhen likes the child of destiny for her feelings!" Zijingyu explained in a calm tone.

"This...!"

Faced with Zijingyu's explanation, Yu Haoran suddenly didn't know how to answer.

Although he had just experienced the emotional transformation of An Yufei and could face every girl who liked him, Yu Haoran seemed to be more confused about whether he could accept their feelings in the end.

Zijingyu, who had experienced countless ups and downs in life, could see Yu Haoran's indecisiveness in dealing with feelings at a glance, and knew that he was not mentally prepared to accept Wuhen's feelings now.

In this regard, she did not intervene or persuade too much.

After all, the relationship between men and women is the most complicated and sentimental. She didn't want to let her only disciple suffer emotional pain in the future because of her excessive interference.

"Young man, when my inheritance is over, this trace of residual soul will be completely blown away by the wind. I would like to ask you for a favor."

"Senior, please speak!" As Jian Wuhen's master, as long as it is not too contrary to the principle, he will try his best to satisfy you.