From birth to now, Gan Tang knew that fate is unchangeable. Many things are destined by heaven. No matter how much you resist, it will be futile. This world is operating in this way. The heavenly rituals are strict, but the heavenly rituals have not been perfected.

Before, the one who ruled the world was the Heavenly Principle.

Until now, the Tiangang still exists, but the Tianjiao has been accepted by the world. Therefore, the Tianjiao replaced the Tianjiao and occupied some of the authority that originally belonged to the Tianjiao. The original Tianjiao has gradually been weakened. Until now, it has

The only thing that is responsible is left is the most basic thing, maintaining the natural operation of the world.

The name Gan Tang comes from the real twenty-two generations of kings, and she is actually just a shadow carved from that time. She is a god and monster, not the real twenty-two generations of kings of Tushan.

This is fate. She will always be just a substitute, just a fake, and will never become the real one.

So Cheng Zhiyuan made a bold promise to her, but Gan Tang did not believe Cheng Zhiyuan's nonsense.

There is no easy belief in this world. Gan Tang remembers her identity. She is a god and not really the king of Tushan. So her duty is to assess Cheng Zhiyuan. If this young man cannot convince him with real reason.

She wanted to use some tricks to get through, and Gan Tang would never be fooled by this method.

She set her guard against her soul, so when the two of them tried to resonate with their spirit, they failed without any surprise.

Cheng Zhiyuan scratched his head, frowned, and felt a little strange. He glanced at Gan Tang, and the latter looked neither sad nor happy, as if she didn't care about the failure just now.

"Tsk, it's such a difficult girl."

Cheng Zhiyuan thought depressedly that the monster in front of him was so stubborn. He could bet that the other party had not completely let go of his heart just now, so his spirit was not pure, and he combined it with other thoughts, so the result was imagined.

Cicada.

"I thought you could understand."

Cheng Zhiyuan, with regret, then took his hand, and the girl also carried it. She raised her head and looked at the handsome boy who was only three steps away from her but one head taller than her.

The girl was bathed in the sun, and the palace of Qingqiu seemed hazy, and she was set off as sacred, just like the girl that all the boys most hoped to see in their hearts.

At this moment, hallucinations could replace the real senses. Cheng Zhiyuan naturally felt that the girl's face in his eyes was a little blurred, but the next moment, the sword sounded in his ears, and his eyes gradually turned from confused to awake.

This is not what spell Gan Tang is using, but she herself is the king of Tushan. This power of vision and vision is inherently possessed by her.

It is said that this ability was originally derived from Dayu's wife and daughter.

A sword intent rose from Cheng Zhiyuan's body, which was extremely sharp and sincere, and had no distractions. The green sword intent gradually spread around like a dragon. The vast aura in the sword man's body matched the spirit and began to gradually condense.

It becomes a terrible trend.

Gan Tang's mouth curled up slightly at this moment.

In the end, I have to do it once. As expected, my previous words were deceived, so how could I be deceived?

A Tushan death situation gradually evolved outside her body. This ability, when Cheng Zhiyuan dreamed of returning to the Shang Dynasty, Su Ji used this ability, but at that time he was injured by Benyun and had never seen Tushan.

Everything that happened in the dead territory, otherwise Cheng Zhiyuan might be able to infer from it that Su Ji’s true identity was not Daji in history.

How could Daji take the King of Wu’s Axe?

Tushan Death Realm, as the king of Qingqiu and Tushan, even the reflection monsters that were copied and engraved, Gan Tang could still display it. Her face completely became cold, and she said ruthlessly to Cheng Zhiyuan:

"How can you hide the clumsy deception methods from me? Now, you are no longer welcome here. Your assessment has not been passed. I want to invite you out."

Cheng Zhiyuan did not argue with her reprimand, but said, "It's true or false, you can tell it as soon as you answer."

The young man held his hands behind his back and did not retreat. When the girl saw this scene, she sneered. Her death breath gradually enveloped the palace. The majestic and vast pressure, like a heavy mountain, slowly falling.

On the teenager's shoulder.

But at this moment, the sword was full of energy.

Fight against each other without showing any timidity!

Cheng Zhiyuan and Gan Tang were only three steps apart. The clash between the two had gradually blew the dome of the palace!

"If there is a ghost in my heart, I will naturally withdraw from the stone tablet. If my heart is clear, the power of the gods and monsters will have no effect on me."

Cheng Zhiyuan said: "This is an assessment, not a life-and-death understanding, so I know the rules here: you are the master, I am a guest, but you are also an examiner, and I am a candidate."

"I want to convince you that this is not an easy thing. You think the destiny is hard to violate, but I don't think it's all. The world is full of variables. There are no two identical flowers in the world, and there are no two identical people."

"Are you really Gan Tang?"

The sudden problem, Gan Tang's face suddenly fell down three points. Her death realm enveloped Cheng Zhiyuan's sword intent. The dragging power spread to Cheng Zhiyuan's whole body. However, what surprised her was that the immortal in front of her,

He was not kicked out of the stone tablet.

He was still standing before his three steps.

"You are not Gan Tang."

Cheng Zhiyuan's voice sounded again, Gan Tang was angry and said coldly: "Of course I am not Gan Tang, you are talking about the real Tushan King. She has long been dead. I am just her shadow. I am here.

Just guarding the gods and monsters!”

"So, who are you?"

Cheng Zhiyuan leaned over slightly, and this question seemed to hit the deepest part of his heart. Gan Tang took a deep breath and refused to answer it.

"That's great, let's find a common topic."

Cheng Zhiyuan: "What do you think of giving you a name, a name that belongs to you alone?"

Gan Tang's face was cold: "I don't need it. I'm just a monster. There is no disaster of the sun and the moon falling in the monument in Tushan, nor is there drought or floods. The country of Qingqiu is always in a dream, and I'm waiting for me to see it go.

With you, I can continue to turn into reflection. I don’t need a name. I just exist as a magical monster that is copied and engraved. This is what I mean."

"The next arrival will not talk to me for more than the time I will talk to you, and he will be kicked out by me. Name? What's wrong with borrowing the name of Gan Tang?"

Cheng Zhiyuan: "So you still need a name, either completely inherit Gan Tang's name or face yourself!"

Gan Tang gritted his teeth, his pupils gradually shrank in his eyes, and he said with hatred: "I...I..."

As soon as her monument was disrupted, Cheng Zhiyuan's sword force immediately became serene!

The pure sword intent penetrated into the momentum of King Tushan in an instant!

Gan Tang's expression suddenly changed, but in an instant, Cheng Zhiyuan suddenly let out a clear voice!

"You will still indulge in the illusion until when!"

The young man scolded him, like a bolt from the blue. The power that Gan Tang finally raised was instantly dissipated. She was wrapped in the sword force, and the darkness around her was instantly dispelled!

In the girl's ears, only Cheng Zhiyuan's aloud voice could be heard:

"The tall buildings and jade tiles have become earth; the Heavenly Palace King Hall has all become ancient!"
Chapter completed!