() The white mist swept across the sky and covered the earth, and Zhou Zhu was unable to bear it. He seemed to be carried by the white mist, traveling through endless time and space, and finally returned to the starting point.
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Zhou Zhu took a deep breath to expel the turbid air in his heart. He opened his eyes and saw the world filled with white mist.
He still hasn't come out of the white mist world, because this is just a dream, an indescribable experience.
He did not leave the world of white mist, but saw a scene that made him heartbroken and frightened.
"Blood King!" Zhou Zhu's eyes were blood red, and he no longer paid attention to this world of white mist. He only had killing in his heart now, and his overwhelming murderous intention could not be stopped by anyone.
At this moment, his heart was very strong, and his determination could be seen from his expression. He wanted to live. No matter how difficult and dangerous the environment was, or how terrifying the world was, he had to live.
There was hatred in his heart, and it was hatred for the Blood King, because the Blood King destroyed his village.
He wants revenge, so he won't let himself die, let alone give up.
"This is fate!" Zhou Zhu gritted his teeth.
At this moment, the "Suppressing Ming Jue" imprinted in Zhou Zhu's mind glowed. The formula and the runes were all glowing, as if they were coming to life.
Swish, brush, brush...
The runes trembled wildly, as if they were transforming into spirits and integrating into Zhou Zhu's body.
Those obscure runes contained powerful power. It glowed in Zhou Zhu's mind, but it shook away the white mist. Within a radius of an unknown number of feet, the soil flew up, scattered all over the sky, and then returned to nothingness, as if it had never been there before.
Just like appearing in this world.
A halo emerged, covering Zhou Zhu, shielding everything around him from getting close to his body.
The brilliance flourished, and Zhou Zhu was like a god, becoming sacred and inviolable.
"Suppressing Ming Jue" kept glowing, and runes flew out of Zhou Zhu's mind one by one, and then hung in the void.
In the Zhenming Monument, Qingyang Hen woke up: "This is..."
"I have entered my destiny!" Qingyang Hen was shocked: "I have entered my destiny. I have finally achieved my destiny. My "Destiny-Suppressing Technique" finally has a successor. From now on, this skill will bloom its light and illuminate the sky.
Shu Dalu!"
Qingyang Hen was very excited: "How many years and how many inheritors have failed, but now he finally succeeded."
In the life-preserving monument, Qingyang Hen stood up. As he stood up, the entire space shook, especially the aurora behind him, which flew around.
He whispered: "Finally, such a successor has appeared. He not only passed it on, but also accepted it and entered into the destiny to acquire its practice."
He looked at Zhou Zhu nervously. Qingyang Hen knew very well how difficult this step was.
He thought that Zhou Zhu, alone, was traveling under the eyes of many strong men, and his enemies were all warriors stronger than him, and he was also a strong man that he had to look up to.
The big forces, the persecution and threats of the three major families; the strong general, the insult of the one in the water; the three kings, trampling on the most important things in his life.
He can't solve any of these, he can only escape. Because he has no strength, there is nothing he can do.
He felt aggrieved, he needed strength, and he wanted to become strong. However, the cruelty of reality turned his dreams into illusions, making him become a strong man very elusive.
Seeing that what he wanted to protect was destroyed, he was angry, he hated, and he wanted revenge, but he was unable to do so because he was weak and could only be ravaged in this troubled world.
He looked so helpless.
He witnessed the destruction of Yan City with his own eyes and the destruction of countless lives, which made him understand that power is everything.
He was unable to find the prodigal son, Yu Hongxue and others who disappeared.
Yang Qing's whereabouts are unknown, and he is helpless because he is too weak to find her.
And because of his weak strength, he was humiliated in every possible way in the water, chased and killed all the way, and hid in the world of white mist.
The mystery and strangeness of the white mist world made him despair. Without strength, he could only accept his fate, because he really couldn't see hope in it. Thinking of his experience in the past few months, Zhou Zhu became even more desperate.
From then on, he believed that fate could not be changed, and that fate had already arranged everything. All the things he had experienced, fate had already arranged for him, and no matter how hard he struggled, he could not change it, so he gave up.
Qingyang Hen knew that everything Zhou Zhu had experienced was the key to opening the "Suppressing Art".
Then, Zhou Zhu saw the destruction of his village again, and his already desperate soul suddenly woke up.
Because of hatred, he wants revenge. Even though his fate has been decided, he is unwilling to accept it because of hatred. Even if his body is broken into pieces, he will go against the will.
Qing Yanghen clearly understood that this was the reason why Zhou Zhu was destined to die.
Because the person you want to protect goes from powerless to desperate, from desperate to burning with fighting spirit.
This is the process of Zhou Zhu’s destiny.
Each rune came to life, and the originally obscure formula suddenly became vivid and easy to understand, and Zhou Zhu's eyes shone.
"I didn't expect that the "Suppressing Art" will be activated now, which is great!" Zhou Zhu nodded: "It's the right time, Blood King, just wait. Sooner or later, I will let you repay your debt with blood."
The runes bloomed with light, and the halo covered him, covering up this heaven-defying aura. Otherwise, there would be a catastrophe.
Time passed bit by bit, and Zhou Zhu kept pondering.
Qing Yanghen discovered that with the comprehension of the technique, Zhou Zhu's body was actually extracting the power of the white mist world.
His eyes flashed: "Miasma Forest, it's interesting. I didn't expect that this power is still so strong, without any changes. Okay, then just absorb it as much as you can, hehe..."
"However, this kid is going to suffer a lot. I don't know if he can withstand this power." Qingyang Hen said with a sly smile.
"The Art of Suppressing Life" is a powerful technique with incredible power. As for how powerful it is, it depends on how big a storm it can make when Zhou Zhu is born.
A month has passed, and he has understood the general meaning of "Suppressing Ming Jue". The core of this exercise is to suppress life, which means to go against the will and break fate.
After a month of practice, Zhou Zhu's body continued to shine, and the energy of the white mist world continued to flow into Zhou Zhu's body.
A black and vicious aura overflowed from Zhou Zhu's body, making him look very scary.
After a month of silence, Zhou Zhu suddenly shouted: "Ah!"
He suddenly became very painful, a kind of pain from the soul.
Qingyang Hen saw it clearly: "It's begun."
His voice rang in Zhou Zhu's ears: "Zhou Zhu, this is the negative effect of the strange power of the Miasma Forest. You have absorbed it, and now you have to endure the pain caused by this power. You must support it.
Otherwise, there will be no recovery.”
Zhou Zhu's face was ferocious, and powerful violence burst out of his body. His eyes were blood red, and he gritted his teeth and said: "This is the power of the Miasma Forest? How is this possible?"
"This world of white mist is the miasma forest. As for why you appear here, now is not the time to care about it. I will tell you when you get through it!"
Qingyanghen shouted: "This is a powerful force of hostility. The best way to defeat it is to keep your heart. Otherwise, you will end up like those intruders, and finally merge into this white mist world.