The long river of destiny is roaring, and the waves are crystal clear.
In each wave, there is a magnificent picture scroll, which is derived from the long painting of time and space, in which emerges the human race, the blood race, the demon race, the bone race, the saint race, and even any race in the heavens.
The figure of a warrior.
Even if you are as powerful as a half-step saint, your destiny still exists in the long river of destiny.
This is the most mysterious road of destiny.
Throughout the ages, except for those mysterious priests, few strong people have dared to get involved in the path of destiny.
The taboo of destiny hides the secret of life in the heavens.
Buzz The illusory throne is suspended on the river of destiny, and a magnificent starry sky world opens above the throne.
The starry sky is vast, and a life star hangs high in the center.
In the life star, a divine figure sits cross-legged, looking like Qingyang Huan.
No two.
The crashing waves, the majestic throne, and the magical star of destiny passed through Qingyang Huan's ears and eyes, making him almost cry, not because he was excited, but because he was so overwhelmed.
Magnificent human luck poured down like a river from the sky, and streams of purple energy fell down one after another like a river.
The purple energy dragon hovering outside him repeatedly let out high-spirited dragon roars.
The Purple Qi True Dragon continued to solidify its entire body, which was a hundred feet in size.
Every dragon scale on its body shone with scorching purple light.
Simple and mysterious lines were engraved on the dragon scales, and each one exuded a mysterious aura.
Of course, this is not the most important thing.
The most important thing is that the True Dragon of Luck did not surge horizontally under the wash of the purple energy of luck.
Instead, it had a tendency to gain weight vertically.
The slender dragon body became bloated, as if it was eating.
Like a big snake. hold head high This is simply making things difficult for me, Fat Dragon.
Qingyang Huan's eyes kept moving, trying his best not to look at the river of destiny, but the throne suspended in the river was too tempting.
The more you don't look at it at this moment, the more the eyes in the corner of your eyes drift towards the river of destiny for some reason.
Among the undulating waves on the long river of destiny, the magnificent and boundless throne rises and falls.
Under the throne, thousands of things are dormant.
A fierce god engraved in the mysteries of Taoism is like a docile calf, lowering his head and making waves. whimper.
For a moment, it seemed as if as long as he stepped onto this throne, all the world would surrender at his feet.
An aura of temptation lingered in Qingyang Huan's heart.
Come up, ascend to the throne of God, and become the emperor of this world Rise above all kings, control the four poles of the world, and subjugate billions of people.
In a daze, Qingyang Huan saw the emperor's throne floating in the waves of fate tremble slightly, and suddenly a ten thousand imperial roads were spread out, extending from the emperor's throne to his feet. bring it on.
In an instant, he felt an invisible force behind him, pushing him to take the path of God and move towards the majestic throne. stop Stop quickly Qingyang Huan's eyes were filled with the illusory throne, but there was still the last glimmer of clarity deep in his pupils.
He tried his best to plunge his feet into the depths of the Guixu world and stop his progress, but found that he couldn't stop at all.
His body seemed to be fascinated, trying to climb up to the world in front of him.
The throne, to control everything.
Buzz For a moment, a hint of dark aura emerged in the inner world's azure light, which scorched the fighting spirit.
This wisp of black energy came from nowhere, as if it appeared out of thin air.
In an instant, it branched into thousands of branches, intertwined into a large black net, and began to erode his fighting spirit like maggots on the tarsal bones.
"The throne is right in front of you, why are you hesitating?"
"Twenty years of being crowned emperor is not as amazing as being crowned emperor now.
When you step onto the throne, the destiny stars will be naturally connected, and the reincarnation will be completed easily.
When the time comes, your myth will be circulated in the heavens and the world."
"Why do you need to hesitate?
There are billions of people who don't take a look at the throne.
The path to the emperor is right in front of you.
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If you don't take it, God will be angry."
"Ascending the throne of emperor, consolidating the emperor's records, and spreading his name to the heavens" "Come on" Qingyang Huan felt like he was exploding.
The thought in the spiritual world was his own, and it was divided into two thoughts.
This was a trend towards neurological development.
At this moment, because his soul and spirit had not successfully passed through the six reincarnations, hidden dangers finally emerged.
Even a half-step saint has concerns, let alone a king.
The seven emotions and six desires are the characteristics of life.
It is precisely because of desires that warriors cannot be satisfied and will continue to practice and seize according to their own desires.
The purpose of spiritually crossing the six paths of reincarnation is not to eliminate the seven emotions and six desires, but to control one's own desires.
Martial arts is not about being too supreme and forgetting one's emotions.
This is not martial arts but immortality.
In the spiritual world, his fighting soul was struck by black lines like maggots on the tarsal bones from the surface to the depths.
It was like fine cracks on fine porcelain, densely packed and very frightening.
"When you ascend the throne of your uncle, I am you and you are me.
If I die, you will survive."
Uncle Qingyang was angry, completely irritated by the seductive sounds intertwined in the spiritual world, and broke out in silence.
With a roar, all the illusions in the spiritual world were swept away in an instant, like clouds and rain, all the mental fluctuations that popped up disappeared, and the black energy attached to the fighting spirit melted like rain and snow.
All the nonsense in the spiritual world before was just his own desires hidden in his heart.
In the past, he was able to control his whole body, so naturally these desires were suppressed in the deepest part of his heart.
Under the impact of human luck, these distracting thoughts in the bottom of my heart were infinitely amplified and came out to cause trouble.
Of course, in the wilderness of mountains and seas, this kind of scene is called being possessed.
Warriors who become obsessed with evil will usually play to death on their own.
Those who cannot play to death will also be devoured by the distracting thoughts that arise in their hearts and become demons.
Temporarily suppressing the distracting thoughts that came out of his heart to make trouble, Qingyang Huan once again looked at the lucky purple energy falling above his head.
At this moment, the fat purple energy dragon could hardly fly.
His body was as bloated as a fat snake, and he was about to die.
Is it possible that he will become the first God of Luck to be killed by luck in the human race?
The most important thing now is how to place so much luck and purple energy.
He can't eat it anymore.
If he eats it, he may really ascend to the throne early.
Then,
Be crowned with bliss.
"Ah Huan, Ah Huan, the Samsara Gate."
In the distance, Gui Buxian jumped up and down and shouted, his four short legs crawling around in a hurry.
No matter how loud he shouted, he couldn't call Qingyang Huan, and his mental will couldn't catch Qingyang Huan's fluctuations.
As a great divine turtle, he had long discovered that there was too much luck this time.
No matter how fat the slender Luck True Dragon became, it was the fattest dragon Turtle had ever seen.
"Quickly repair the reincarnation door" Gui Buxian's short legs were crawling around a few feet away, wishing he could climb directly onto Qingyang Huan.
Unfortunately, Qingyang Huan was shrouded in an invisible purple light, and he couldn't get closer at all.
"It's over, it's over, it's over now.
The first person to be killed by luck can be regarded as famous throughout the ages."
After thinking in vain, Gui Buxian tried to get close to Qingyang Huan again.
"Reincarnation Gate."
Finally, Qingyang Huan heard Gui Buxian's call after countless calls.
He had previously imprisoned himself in the spiritual world, and with the purple energy of luck outside, he naturally couldn't hear Gui Buxian. sound.
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Gui Buxian's words immediately made Qingyang Huan react.
At the moment, Qi Yun Zi Qi must be given an outlet.
There is no reason to take back the rewards that humanity has brought.
Besides, he does not dare to negotiate terms with the will of the entire human race.
Buzz Then, his mind fell silent into the spiritual world, and he called towards the door of human reincarnation.
The ancient bronze door flowed with a desolate air.
He hadn't paid much attention to this kind of aura before.
It was more desolate than the ancient times.
It was difficult to describe how old this aura was and had gone through countless years of precipitation
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