Inside the Xingtian Hall.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the haggard old man. He looked too fragile, and even his old age was not enough to describe the frailty of his divine form. However, the divine whip on the back of senior brother Luo Sheng trembled slightly, as if he felt something.

"Destiny Master." Human King Wansheng frowned and said, "A bit of true spirit is sent to the void, and the spirit and form are all withered. I didn't expect that there are people who understand the taboo of fate to such a state."

The life-breaker!

The eyes of He Laosan and others suddenly turned cold. They didn't have a good impression of this lineage, or 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.

After 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 them. Staring at these eyes was like staring at the vast starry sky.

Immediately, the eyes like the starry sky first fell on the human king and all creatures. The old man spoke, his voice was gentle and unhurried: "The departed will eventually return. The human king is one step ahead. The younger generation is fortunate to have a glimpse of the sage's grace.

It’s a waste of time.”

"Shen Shen Nao, the destiny you see may not be true," Human King Wansheng said calmly, "The river of destiny is turbulent and ever-changing, with countless tributaries. How many of them can you understand?"

"People always have to miss something, don't they?" the old man said with a smile, the wrinkles on his face piled up one after another.

"This is the old Heavenly Master, a lineage of the War Emperor." Suddenly, in the main hall, the first Xingtian spoke up and said in a deep voice.

The lineage of the War Emperor!

Su Qinian and others couldn't help but be moved. The War Emperor's lineage has the surname of Heaven, while among the Life-Destroyer lineage, the strongest ones are called Heavenly Masters. It is said that they have the unfathomable power to reverse the universe and change fate.

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However, what Su Qinian did not expect was that someone from the War Emperor's lineage would actually take the path of a life-severing master.

"When the silent war blood revives, there are some roads that must be trodden by someone." Master Tian's words were warm and gentle. Although his body and spirit were withered, his eyes like the starry sky seemed to be able to understand everything and capture everyone's thoughts.

He Laosan and others suddenly fell silent, and the coldness in their eyes also subsided. As a member of the War Emperor's lineage, inheriting the supreme war blood, they chose such a path. Perhaps as the old master said, there must be some paths, and there must be someone.

Rather than leave your destiny to a group of lunatics, it is better to take it into your own hands. Although this kind of control is also incomplete, it can be seen from the state of the old master.

Su Qinian could feel that the old Heavenly Master's life level was very high. Even in the realm of the Supreme King, he had gone a long way and should be on the road to becoming an emperor. However, his life force was as weak as that of an ordinary old man.

The oil is almost exhausted.

Observing the form and spirit of the old heavenly master, even if he is very old, he is at most more than ten thousand years old, and the supreme king can live for at least twenty-five thousand years. With some life-extending elixirs, he can live to

Thirty thousand years old is not that difficult.

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

As if he felt Su Qinian's thoughts, the old Heavenly Master's starry eyes fell on Su Qinian and said: "Young unrivaled war king, you are now the place where the fates of various races are intertwined under the starry sky.

, even the trajectory of fate is shrouded in fog."

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

The old Heavenly Master shook his head gently: "The fates of the various races are intertwined and disrupt the secrets of heaven. Even the fate-destroying masters of all the tribes in the starry sky can't even hope to see through it. However, the secrets of heaven are changing rapidly and cannot be seen through. Sometimes they are also variables."

After a pause, the old Heavenly Master's eyes fell on the back of his senior brother Luo Sheng, and he sighed: "However, if you use the power of the divine whip to get a glimpse of the heavenly secrets, you need to be cautious. In this way, if the old man tries again, even if his fate is long.

Sweeping everything, but not without a glimmer of hope."

"Master Tian." King Ziyang, who had been supporting the old man, couldn't help but said.

"If you try to control destiny, you have to bear the ravages of destiny. The old man can survive to this day, and he is satisfied." The old Heavenly Master waved his withered arms, "The fate of the human world is uncertain. Although the old man has become a Heavenly Master,

You can’t really clear the clouds and see the sun, you can only try your best.”

"Then I'll bother you, Master Tian." First Xingtian took a deep breath and said solemnly.

"Why bother to live in peace and prosperity for the sake of fireworks?" The old Heavenly Master shook his head gently, and then there was an inexplicable energy flow around his body, and King Ziyang also let go and stepped aside.

Buzz!

The next moment, the gaunt old Heavenly Master's thin figure gradually straightened up. Although he looked thin and frail, his eyes like the starry sky were extremely bright, and the stars in the sky seemed to be rotating in them, and the universe could be seen.

Tides, stars and rivers come and go.

From the old Heavenly Master, Su Qinian felt a fighting spirit that was about to dry up, but was indomitable. This fighting spirit was supporting his will and his withered body, even if the oil was almost exhausted.

Even though it is dry, it can still burst out with great power beyond imagination.

A stone millstone immediately emerged from the palm of the old master's raised hand. The stone mill, which was only the size of a palm, slowly rotated in the palm of the old master, as if wrapped in invisible water, rolling forward, and you could hear clearly

The sound of splashing water.

Millstone of fate!

Compared with the millstones of destiny that Su Qinian had seen in the past, the millstone of fate of the old master is like a real existence. The vicissitudes of time have condensed on the stone mill. There are many mottled marks on the gray stone mill.

It's like a carving, or like a mark made by a knife, a gun or an axe.

Boom!

Immediately, the millstone of fate turned. The stone millstone, which was no bigger than a palm, made a roar like chaotic thunder in the palm of the old master. A huge aura of fate penetrated into the void in an instant. Xing Tian

In the main hall, fog gradually began to appear. The white mist was not dense at first, but soon it became completely white. Even when Su Qinian felt that there was no trace of the Xingtian Hall, or even the auras of First Xingtian and others.

, and after that, even the sound of the millstone of fate turning could no longer be heard.

Only a gentle hand held his palm at the last moment when the white mist enveloped him.

Feeling the familiar figure still standing beside him, Su Qinian had a look of determination in his eyes, and a little light appeared between his eyebrows. Then he exhaled loudly, and every inch of his body and pores burst out with bright light.

brilliance.

"Light! Light! Light!"

He bloomed with Maha Infinite Light, and his bright heart was boiling, trying to dispel the fog of destiny where he stood, but the Infinite Light seemed unable to penetrate the vast mist here. The Infinite Light overflowed, as if it was swallowed up by the white mist.

, failed to make even the slightest waves.

At this moment, in the Xingtian Hall, the old Heavenly Master's starry sky-like eyes were deep, and he lightly glanced at Su Qinian and others who were standing quietly in the hall. The fate stone mill in the palm of his hand turned gently. There was no white mist anywhere in the hall, and only everyone stood silently.

Purpose figure.

"Definite numbers, variables, odd numbers, and calamities." At this moment, the wrinkles on the old Heavenly Master's face deepened, and his figure gradually showed signs of being unreal. He murmured to himself, and then stared at the rotating palm.

Shi Mo, "Vitality only lasts for a moment, but it can never come back. That's all. The old man is willing to risk everything today. If he can clear the clouds and see the sun, it will be a blessing."

After the words fell, the old man's withered five fingers slowly grasped the destiny millstone in his palm. However, the palm-sized stone mill turned quietly and silently, but as the old Heavenly Master's five fingers came together, a dazzling light burst out between the two.

The brilliance, the gray stone suddenly seemed to become sharper than the heavenly sword, splitting the five fingers of the old heavenly master, exposing the dull golden finger bones.

However, the Heavenly Master seemed completely unaware. Even for an instant, his whole person became hazy, as if it was no longer real and was about to fall into endless nothingness.

In the mist of fate.

Su Qinian waved his palm sword again, with the true intention of dying, and the power of the sword burst out to cut through all fate and illusion. Just then, he was able to split a hole in the thick white mist in front of him. In this way, he and Liu Qingchan

Walking in this fog of fate, heading towards the unknown direction.

Maybe it was a cup of tea, maybe it was a day, maybe it was a year. Su Qinian and the two were walking in the vast mist, the stone life-saving knife in their hands silently cut through the fog in front of them, but they still could not see the end, and in

Here, even the past and future bodies could not be moved. Su Qinian tried all his powers, but the way forward was still confused.

However, the power of Xiu Ming's sword is becoming more and more condensed, and the power to cut through the fog is growing. But unfortunately, as the old master said, this is the place where the fates of various races are intertwined. Even the fog of fate is...

Even the top figures in the lineage of life-severing masters can't figure it out.

Who can break destiny does not only have strong power.

At a certain moment, Su Qinian raised his eyebrows, and the white mist of fate in front of him froze at a speed that was almost beyond the perception of his immortal will, perhaps only a fraction of a moment.

Liu Qingchan's eyes flashed, and the resonance and perception of one-third of the time between them had already transcended all the shackles of time and void.

Ten years later, in the depths of nothingness and unknown, at both ends of the river formed by the condensation of endless light and fine sand, the past and the future emerged at the same time.

And Su Qinian's true body, reflected by the clear river water, stood in this world.

The past body curled its lips slightly, but still raised its feet and stepped forward. In the time that seemed to be frozen, the past and future bodies crossed the unknown tributary of time and space, came to the present world, and became one with the real body.

In the mist of fate, Su Qinian's calm eyes were extremely deep and calm at this moment. Thousands of things were like stars, seeming to rise and fall in his pupils. He held Liu Qingchan in his left hand and waved the life-saving knife in his right hand.

The ancient heavenly dragon raised its head, and the fiery rust between its brows shone brightly, more brilliantly than the red clouds.

Tsk!

As this sword slashed out, the fog of fate seemed to be ignited, melting like white snow in spring, split open by this immersive and sharp sword light, and penetrated. (Please subscribe, thank you for your monthly votes and rewards!
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