Eternal Demon King

In the Hall of Eternal Life, the mountains and rivers collapsed, and the sky overturned, as if the end was coming.

Earthquakes, tsunamis, and various natural disasters occur frequently, causing rivers of blood in the world of immortality, and life is devastated.

Since ancient times, all living beings in the Hall of Eternal Life will not die, but in the face of such terrifying natural disasters, people will die all the time.

A power as powerful as the Hall of Eternal Life cannot truly bless the people in the world.

The most frightening thing is that these natural disasters seem to have no meaning to stop as time goes by.

One year, two years, ten years, it's like never ending.

"Earthquake, tsunami, I'm afraid this is not an ordinary natural disaster, right?"

"I heard that the Hall of Eternal Life seems to be being attacked by foreign enemies. Even if the power is mostly offset by the great formation of the Hall of Eternal Life, a small part of it still penetrates in, causing this catastrophe."

"Who the hell is he? He has such great ability!"

"It is said that it is a group of immortal monks with sky-high strength. It is said that there are many strongmen who have surpassed the Immortal Emperor and reached the level of the Great Sage."

In the City of Destiny, people could not help but change their color in the face of the bad news that came from outside the city.

This catastrophe came too fast and too abruptly, covering almost the entire immortal world. Except for the City of Destiny, which was always intact, all places outside the city suffered a devastating impact.

Even if there are people who maintain the Temple of Destiny everywhere, there are still heavy casualties and chaos.

Until one day, the long-standing turmoil gradually calmed down with the reduction of various natural disasters.

"finished?"

This is the voice of the living people, but there is no joy on their faces, and some are just tragic for the rest of their lives.

Countless bereaved people, some wept in a low voice, while others scolded the sky for injustice and the incompetence of the temple.

The Temple of Destiny has a mission to protect them, but the Temple of Destiny has only saved a few people this time. How can those who are still alive not complain?

Gu Daoquan saw all this in his eyes, and couldn't help but feel a burst of grief in his heart, and sighed: "Oh, it's all my fault, I didn't expect this battle to be so fierce, and even the Hall of Eternal Life couldn't suppress it."

"The hall master doesn't need to blame himself. No one can stop this. The catastrophe has not yet passed. We have to continue to strengthen the defense of the City of Destiny."

Wen Taishi said aside.

"That's all it takes."

Gu Daoquan paused, then looked at Gu Daochen on the other side, "Brother, what's going on in the River of Destiny now?"

"Everything is as usual, then Yang Xuan has been gone for a long time and no one has come back. Maybe something unexpected has happened."

Gu Daochen shook his head, he has a mirror of the void, and he can always observe the situation of the river of destiny, but now everything in the river of destiny seems to be very calm, which means that Yang Xuan has not awakened the god of destiny.

Once the God of Destiny wakes up, the gears of destiny will turn again, and the river of destiny will no longer be as peaceful as before.

"Don't worry, that kid is the son of destiny, nothing will happen."

Having said that, Wen Taishi also has hidden worries in his heart. The Son of Destiny is just what the Spirit of Eternal Life said. Whether Yang Xuan is the real Son of Destiny, and whether he can really awaken the God of Destiny, no one can tell.

Gu Daoquan was silent for a while, and then he didn't say anything more. He just ordered the reinforcement of the big formation. No matter what the final result of this catastrophe is, no matter whether Yang Xuan can successfully awaken the God of Destiny, he must stick to this last layer of fortress. .

This is also his mission. As the mission of the master of the Temple of Destiny, in order to defend this last piece of pure land, he is willing to risk his own life.

While the City of Destiny was strengthening the formation, Yan Ruyue and others were also worried about Yang Xuan.

Since Yang Xuan went to the Temple of Destiny, he has not come back, and according to the information from the Hall Master Wen Taishi that day, Yang Xuan seems to be preparing to retreat for a period of time. As for other news, Wen Taishi did not mention a word.

...

Deep in the river of destiny, the God of Destiny looked at Yang Xuan with a smile, and said lightly: "If that person knew that you are the son of destiny, I am afraid that he would not dare to count on you. "

"That man treats me like a chess piece, but I refuse to let him get his wish. Even the Immortal Emperor has to pay for it, but the power of this fate is really amazing, and it can easily hurt an Immortal Emperor."

Yang Xuandao.

"The power of destiny has the power of defying the sky, how can a small immortal emperor be able to stop it? Not to mention the immortal emperor, even the great sage strong, dare not fight against the force of destiny."

The god of fate disdain.

"Senior also has this kind of power?"

"You feel it?"

"Well, after getting this power of destiny, the junior can already feel that the senior has the same aura as me."

"Hehe, that is the power of fate, which was left by my lord during his lifetime."

"So that's the case, what does the junior need to do next to help the senior open the Wheel of Fortune?"

"You have just mastered the power of fate, and then you have to cultivate a magical power. Only by practicing this magical power can the power of fate in your body and the power of fate in mine be combined into one, which can be used to activate The wheel of fate."

"What magical power?"

"Little Fate Technique!"

"Is this technique powerful?"

"It's very strong, but it's hard to master. If you want to make it fast, you have to pay a certain price."

"What price?"

"10,000 years or more lifespan."

"Are you giving up your lifespan in exchange for magical powers... How come this junior has never heard of such a secret technique in the world?"

"I don't know about other magical powers, but the Little Fate Technique can indeed do this. Fate and Fate are related to one's own life and destiny."

"In that case, does the junior still have to consume a certain amount of luck?"

"Don't worry about it, after all, you have a force of destiny in your body. As long as the force of destiny doesn't dissipate, your luck will not be controlled by destiny. Let's just say, you are now someone who has jumped out of destiny. , everything in the future depends on you to fight and win."

"That's fine."

Yang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately began to practice the Little Fate Technique.

Just now, the God of Destiny had informed him of the practice and quick secrets of the Little Fate Technique, and he had no worries, and just wanted to practice this magical power as soon as possible.

It is only ten thousand years of life, and he can still consume it.

It is indeed a small fate technique, it is really mysterious and profound, even if he knows the complete cultivation method, Yang Xuan still has a lot of things he doesn't understand.

If there is no quick secret method, he will be in retreat for thousands of years, and I am afraid it will be difficult to really practice it.

At this moment, as he continued to burn his lifespan, his comprehension seemed to have been greatly improved, so everything became smooth, and almost instantly he condensed a magical seed in his mind.

The formation of this magical seed also means that he has practiced a small fate.

However, what made him speechless was that the lifespan he consumed was far more than 10,000 years. If he didn't have a solid foundation, he would have died on the spot.

"Well, yes, I'll call you Xiaobai in the future."

"noob……"

Yang Xuan was speechless, why did the name sound so ugly, he took out a mirror and looked at it, and found that he still had the same face, but there were faint wrinkles between his brows, and his originally dark and shiny long hair, I don't know when it has become snow white.

This full head of white hair is the price of burning life, and only when the vitality of life recovers to a certain level can the white hair be completely transformed into the black hair it used to be.