Destiny is grinding At the foot of Buzhou Mountain, some strong men exclaimed, looking at the millstone of fate contained in the purple energy, they could not control their momentum.
"What a powerful force of luck, it actually protects destiny from being crushed by the millstone.
The purple energy is magnificent, so it is impossible to guess."
"The millstone of fate turns the heavens, and the destiny is shattered in just a moment.
How many imperial realms have been broken here, and the imperial path has turned into ashes."
The clan leader of the Minshan clan looked in the direction of the Ziqi Battle Platform, looking at the big millstone that appeared above Qingyang Huan's head, with an indescribable puzzlement.
"Is it true that I made a mistake and have to join the world to regain the glory of my ancestors?"
The Minshan clan has been hiding from the world for many years.
However, the stable life has not restored the strength of the clan.
On the contrary, the comfort has caused the clan members to become somewhat corrupted.
They can only live with the honor of their ancestors and talk about the greatness of their ancestors all day long.
The majestic momentum gathered on Qingyang Huan was as bright as the sun, and the awakened blazing sun could never be compared to it in all eternity.
The momentum of a warrior needs to be gathered through blood conquests.
This momentum may not be visible, but its real existence is enough to affect everyone.
Like an invincible general who has fought in hundreds of battles, the killing power shrouded in his body can be sensed from a long distance, and the weak can be easily frightened.
At this moment, Qingyang Huan killed a godless king with one spear.
Just from the looks in the eyes of the surrounding kings, it was clear that they were frightened.
This is power, enough to defeat others without fighting.
锵锵锵 The fateful grinding wheel above Qing Yanghuan's head slowly rotated, evolving into a scene of heaven and earth.
Thousands of purple lights fell, protecting his body.
As the purple energy fell, he quickly recovered the blood and mental energy he had previously consumed by killing the Lord of the Hai family.
No matter how big the situation was, he didn't show the slightest fear.
The millstone of destiny is a calamity in the long river of destiny.
For a strong man who is about to be promoted to the imperial realm, if fate is no match for the millstone and is crushed deep into the millstone, there will be a danger of his life and soul being shattered.
The soul of life is broken, and naturally the throne is hopeless.
With the millstone lying above his head, Qingyang Huan closed his eyes slightly and adjusted the aura on his body.
The purple energy descending from the will of the human race was like the purest spiritual power in the world, repairing his fighting body.
In order to advance to the imperial realm, he naturally had to restore himself to his peak, so the purple energy gathered and continued to submerge into his body, while he sat cross-legged on the purple energy battle platform, motionless as a mountain.
"The blood of an emperor is enough to establish authority for the master of the Divine King's Palace."
In the Heavenly Palace, King Wen squinted his eyes and stared at Qingyang Huan, who was surrounded by purple energy as he stared at the big mill suspended above his head.
"The little guy back then has grown into a giant in just a few hundred years.
The real world is unpredictable."
King Wen's words, King Wu on the side did not refute, but agreed softly.
According to ancient inheritance, the palace master of the Divine King's Palace is indeed like the Human Emperor, the person in charge of the fate of the warriors of the human race.
In addition to the Human Emperor and Heavenly Blessed Warriors, the Qi Luck Warriors in the Divine King's Palace can also fight in conjunction with Dao Qi Luck.
"Old guy, did you expect all this?"
Thinking of this, King Wu turned his eyes and glanced at the figure next to him.
He knew clearly that the old guy next to him was a mysterious priest.
"Who can say clearly about fate?"
"Hmph, you're pretending to be a ghost," King Wu snorted coldly.
"The appearance of the God's Palace will inevitably cause a stir within our human race.
Who are the people who can forge the destiny title?"
"Of course they are warriors who have made great contributions to the human race.
At the highest level, they protect the ethnic group, and at the lowest level, they suppress hostile alien races.
But they are all good men."
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"Yes, they are all militants, unruly people.
Maybe that is a bit biased, but they are all good guys."
With a sigh, King Wen showed a meaningful look in his eyes.
Without war, it would be impossible to obtain the obscure reward of humane will and the title of destiny in the difficult years of humane will.
"Such a group of people is not easy to lead.
Everything is difficult at the beginning.
At the beginning of the re-establishment of the Divine Palace, killing an emperor can be regarded as establishing prestige."
Clang No matter what happened up and down the Buzhou Mountain, Qingyang Huan, sitting cross-legged on the Purple Qi Battle Platform, was silent for three days and three nights.
As the fate millstone above his head turned, he roared, and every sound was like the sound of heaven exploding.
Buzz When the morning sun fell from a distant continent, the purple light traveled hundreds of millions of miles eastward and met the brilliant purple energy falling from the top of Buzhou Mountain.
Qingyang Huan's closed eyes suddenly opened.
Clang The divine chains swimming in the purple air suddenly exploded, and a figure that was identical to his own body appeared in the purple light, standing above the Great Mill of Destiny.
There was a gleam of purple light in his life soul, protected by the purple energy of the human race.
No matter the suction force of fate, it could not be shaken at all.
Rumble The next moment, Minghun stretched out his two big hands to grab Destiny.
What "This is impossible" As the two hands of Qingyang Huan Minghun reached out and touched the natal chart, it was like the sound of heaven exploding, and the burst of divine light also illuminated the horrified eyes of the kings from all directions.
He actually took action against fate.
Under the horror of the kings, Qingyang Huan, like the giant who moved mountains and raised mountains in ancient legends, grabbed the huge millstone, raised it high, and threw it towards the endless void.
"Fucking thief, this is too cruel, the millstone of fate is too shameless."
"This is going crazy."
Wow!
The millstone of fate was thrown up high, and then it fell heavily into nothingness.
The sound of waves was heard, and the waves were crystal clear.
A magnificent and boundless river of destiny emerged from the end of the world, stretched for hundreds of millions of miles, and washed away the starry sky.
The millstone of fate crashed into the long river, and the waves it stirred quickly disappeared without a trace.
Buzz Before everyone in the four directions could react, a large pillar of purple light rose from Qingyang Huan's body into the sky, traversed the sky and the earth, and crashed directly into the chaotic world.
The purple gas pillar was like an ancient giant, guarding the shaky world for Qingyang Huan.
"Humane protection" At this moment, undulating sounds came from all directions, and the ancient, majestic, and noble aura swept across the world like a vast ocean.
On Qingyang Huan's body, a purple lotus sprouted, went straight into the sky, and took root in the long river of destiny.
The soul of life and the purple lotus merged into one, and suddenly the purple lotus bloomed, and a purple star appeared in the heart of the lotus, covered with mottled The bumps and bumps. destiny stars For a moment, even the strong men in the Godless Realm were moved by it.
The Destiny Star, this is where the Wheel of Life is located, and it is related to the future path of martial arts.
Wow!
The long river of destiny stirred up big waves, one wave after another.
In the crystal waves, a Taoist talisman appeared, and then thousands of Taoist talismans floated out.
The manifestation of the Chaos Dao Talisman starts from the long river of destiny, connects end to end, and outlines a series of black light Dao dragons, straight into the nine layers of clouds.
Wow Dao light one after another, rising and falling in the waves, Qingyang Huan, submerged in the long river of destiny, has black light on his fingertips, and chaotic Dao talismans pour out like a celestial river.
"Twenty-nine."
Looking at the black light dragons, surrounding them, there are strong men whose eyes are filled with black light.
There are eighteen talismans in the long dragon, each of which is made up of 100 million chaos talismans.
There are 1.8 billion chaos talismans in the eighteen talismans, several times more than when he first started to form the talismans.
Eighteen Taoist dragons surround the purple lotus and go up to the starry sky, intertwining and concluding outside the star of the lotus heart, turning into a majestic emperor's throne.
The emperor's throne is suspended in the air, just beneath the chaos of the heavens.
It is as majestic and thick as a sacred mountain.
Under the emperor's throne, the lotus shadows dance, and the purple air flows, turning into clouds and mist.
Buzz In an instant, bursts of Taoist sounds came from the void, and thousands of Taoisms appeared in nine colors, dormant under the throne of the emperor.
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One by one, they were engraved with the ancient laws of the law of the great road, and they all worshiped him and made whimpering sounds.
A hazy figure was looming in the destiny star carried on the emperor's throne.
Rumble In an instant, at the moment when the hazy figure appeared, a divine thunder exploded between the heaven and the earth, and the purple lightning in the sky billions of miles long swept across the void like a stream of light.
"Emperor's Tribulation" Chaos was torn apart, giving rise to a ball of black light.
The black energy was so daunting that it contained the supreme thunder.
There is only one imperial calamity.
Those who survive it will live.
The great road leads to the sky.
If they cannot survive death, the body will die and the road will disappear.
Clang However, at this moment, a shocking divine light appeared in the heaven and earth in an instant, and the sound of the Tao spread across the nine heavens and ten earths.
The chaotic Tao talisman condensed into the emperor's throne reappeared into eighteen chaotic Tao dragons.
On the battle platform, Qingyang Huan stood up, soared up, holding his big hand empty, eighteen rays of divine light gathered in his hand, and a war spear reflected the heavens.
Clang The sonorous sound spread in all directions.
Even the emperor-level experts at the same level felt the same vague reflection in their hearts when they removed this world-famous war spear and felt a chill in their backs.
What "He's crazy" After calming down, an old emperor from the east exclaimed.
At this moment, warriors from all directions saw a purple-robed figure reflecting in the heavens, carrying a spear and striking across the world, straight into the chaos, hoping to defeat the Emperor's Tribulation.
Qingyang Huan's figure was like lightning, and he crashed into the black imperial calamity high in the sky with his life star.
The sky thunder rolled like a dragon dancing, the sky and the earth shook, and the supreme energy soared into the sky.
Each one was like a knife in the sky. nothingness.
Rumble The sky and the earth roared in the nine heavens, as if the heaven and the earth were drowned in the sound of thunder.
Thick divine thunder fell one after another, even bigger than the Shenyue Mountain, but was cut off by the war spear.
For a moment, the entire Buzhou Mountain was illuminated by lightning, and the divine thunder in the sky was controlled by a big hand and gradually shrank, finally revealing the purple robe, standing in the wind. hold head high The heavens transformed into dragons, and once again turned into eighteen rays of light to form the throne of the emperor.
This time, the figure on the throne was completely solid, as unique as Qingyang Huan.
Qingyang Huan's figure gradually merged with his life and soul, sitting high on the throne, with destiny at his feet, and thousands of things dormant. hiss After breaking through the emperor's calamity, the emperor's throne was high.
For a moment, all around Buzhou Mountain, a pair of eyes with horror and complex eyes stared at the emperor's figure in the sky.
Even the howling wind between heaven and earth was stagnant, one breath or two breaths
"I have met Emperor Qingyang."
Finally, in the distance of Mount Buzhou, a king spoke up, followed by the sounds of worship from the kings
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