Chapter 3505 Destiny

The God of Angry Heaven is the son of the Unmoved Ming King Dazun and Yin Xuetian, and the grandfather of the wonderful Zen girl. Both in the Temple of Destiny and in the Underworld clan, they all have extraordinary status.

Since it was him who brought the ghost of Huang Yanchen back to the Mount of Destiny from the Netherworld Purgatory, it would never be a coincidence.

The Angry God Lord must know something.

With his cultivation level, he will definitely be able to see the secrets and origins of a ghost.

Prajna looked at the four phenomena around her body, knowing that in this small inch, all the secrets of heaven were covered by Zhang Ruochen. This is a small world of gods, and no matter how high the cultivation level of a man from outside is, he cannot understand it.

Zhang Ruochen had enough patience and waited quietly.

After a long sigh, Prajna finally spoke and said, "I don't know why Master brought me back to the Mount of Destiny, but I was a monk in Kunlun Realm in my previous life, and I was from the gate of hell to the underworld purgatory. He should be clear about the secret of "

"When we first met, he asked me why I came to the Hell Realm. Although I didn't say anything, I knew that all my thoughts could not be hidden from his eyes. At that time, I only felt that it was the brightest pair of eyes in the world. In front of those eyes, everything was futile."

Zhang Ruochen stared at her with a deep and tender look, and said, "So, why are you here in the Hell Realm?"

"Tai Shang has already escaped from the forbidden area, but you chose to stay and continue to be in danger. Obviously, you came to the Hell Realm to save Tai Shang. Or, there is more than one reason."

"I asked you this question, but you never answered me directly. Do you still need to hide the secret in your heart? You should understand that if I have the heart to peek at my attainments in the way of truth, you cannot hide the secret."

Zhang Ruochen's last sentence made Prajna resist and said, "I am no longer the yellow smoke and dust of the past, nor the ghost of the Netherworld Purgatory."

Zhang Ruochen knew that his strength had been used in the wrong place. He should not mention it even if he said "peeps into his heart", which would have caused a counterproductive effect. He apologized: "I'm sorry! I'm too anxious!"

Prajna shook his head gently, and a look of pain appeared between his eyebrows, saying, "You are not wrong, it is me... I have been hiding it all the time, which has caused the gap and conflict between us, and it is not that."

Seeing that he should have met happily, Mu Lingxi became so sad that the iceberg melted, and laughed: "Since we all realized our mistakes, we should talk all the words at once, no longer hide them, and no longer cause trouble for the other party. I brought wine, which was brewed by a madman. I think that old guy's attainment in making wine is getting higher and higher!"

Mu Lingxi took out a big red gourd about one meter long, held it in his hand, and shook it at Zhang Ruochen and Huang Yanchen, as if offering treasures.

With wine, how can you get a sap of sheep head soup?

"Gululu!"

In the cauldron, the soup is snow-white, like chalcedony ice essence.

The aroma is strong and appealing to appetite. Even if you are reserved like Prajna, you will pick up the spoon and taste it. Then you will pick up the chopsticks and pick up the meat pieces in the cauldron.

They only felt that the soup was delicious, the meat was smooth and tender, and their cheeks were swollen. They quickly forgot about the unhappiness they had before. Of course, they didn’t know how terrible energy the mutton and mutton soup contained, and they could only feel a heat flow surging in their bodies and the glow of light on their skin was simmering.

Crystal beads of sweat spilled out from Prajna's forehead, and gradually stopped chopsticks and said seriously: "Actually, it's not that I'm willing to escape all the time. The truth is so terrible and so desperate."

"If it weren't before, I wouldn't have dared to say it."

"But over the years, we have experienced too many death disasters and created miracles again and again, which made me believe that perhaps fate is not invincible."

"Man conquers nature, perhaps it is not a slogan of self-deception."

"In the past, I was afraid that telling the truth would defeat Brother Chen's heart and shake Brother Chen's cultivation state. But now, I have full confidence in Brother Chen. Because, even in the most difficult and desperate moments, Brother Chen has never given up. The tenacity of his mind is not something that can be defeated by the word "destiny".

"When Brother Chen broke through the last life-and-death mind disaster in Xinghuantian, returned from death, and stepped back into the divine realm, I knew that nothing in the world could stop you!"

"Wow!"

The thought of Prajna moves.

Thoughts condense into light and shadow, manifested in the past divine palace.

In the sparkling pool of fate, yellow smoke and dust stood by the pool.

In the pool and on the water surface, Zhang Ruochen's figure appeared.

He stood in the void, holding the abyss, with a sharp and peerless sword intent on his body. He knew he had encountered a great enemy with his long hair flying backwards and his skin was falling.

In front of me, an infinitely huge palm flew out of the darkness. In an instant, great worlds were destroyed, countless stars burned like sand, and the creatures in the universe were crying and begging under the doomsday.

At this time, Zhang Ruochen's body had already burnt black, but he still slashed out a sword without hesitation.

This sword cut through the world and separated the starry sea, but it still only blocked the big hand for a moment.

The abyss exploded and turned into pieces, while his body turned into dust.

...

The light and shadow dissipate, and the silence in the past was extremely silence.

The soup in the tripod is still being cooked.

Mu Lingxi shed tears silently, no longer had any appetite, and his heart was as deep as lead and iron.

So what about the gods?

Gods also have feelings.

If you have feelings, you will have tears.

Prajna said bitterly: "In recent years, the pictures in the destiny pool have appeared in my mind every day, and they can't be gone, like a nightmare, which makes people feel painful, but they can't do anything about it."

Zhang Ruochen grabbed her hand and held it tightly.

If you don’t care too much, how could it be painful?

If I hadn't loved too deeply, how could I not let go?

Just because I want to change my destiny for the person I love, even though I know that I am overestimating my abilities, I still embark on this path of no return without hesitation.

Even if a man is a mustard of grass, his tips point to the sky!

Although Zhang Ruochen had long speculated and had known something from Chi Yao, it was not completely untouched, but he would not reveal this to his face.

If fate is like this, he will fight fate first and then the unknown enemy.

There is always a sword that can split the thorns and cut out a new path. As long as the heart fire is not extinguished, the fighting spirit will last forever.

Mu Lingxi said: "Sister Chen, have you ever found the flaws of fate when you practice the way of fate? Perhaps the so-called fate is just a deduction? Or, everything in the fate pool itself is an illusion? Is someone deliberately making fun of it and deceiving it?"

Prajna said: "I am doubting my destiny, so I must practice the way of destiny and comprehend the true meaning of destiny. Since the power of the destiny pool comes from destiny, I must come to the Temple of Destiny."

Zhang Ruochen suddenly laughed, reached out to wipe the fine sweat beads on her forehead, and said, "You are so stupid and naive! You really believe in the fate pool. It's fake, it's not destined to be anything!"

Prajna shook his head and said, "You must believe it. I am absolutely sure that everything in the pool of fate is absolutely true."

Zhang Ruochen shook his head and said, "You once asked me who I saw in the Destiny Pool. I didn't tell you at that time. Now, I want to tell you."

"Is it the queen?"

Prajna seems to have been speculating on it.

Mu Lingxi stared calmly because she knew very well that the position of Queen Chi Yao in Zhang Ruochen's heart was irreplaceable to those who came later.

Whether it is the hatred before or the love now.

Zhang Ruochen knew the answer and made Prajna and Mu Lingxi sad, but he still said it and said, "What I saw in the fate pool was that I killed Yaoyao, seized her cultivation, and entered the divine realm."

"If I have been blinded by hatred, it is very likely that it will be the tragic ending for the two of us. She will not tell the truth, and I will not show mercy. In the end, I will practice the "Mingwang Sutra" and follow the path of Dazun, and walk alone that is destined to regret for life."

"I think that all fate can control is the hatred, paranoia, and extreme emotions in my heart. When I can defeat myself and reason overwhelm everything, fate will lose its effect."

"Human will is the key to changing destiny!"

"Since the fate pool cannot determine the fate of Yaoyao I see, then everything you see can be completely avoided. Besides, fate may have changed its direction when I abandoned my cultivation and realized the Wuji Divine Way."

"Is that true?" said Prajna.

"Time is long, life and death are true. Everyone will die. This is an unchanging fixed number. But how to die, I want to choose myself!" Zhang Ruochen stood up, his eyes were deep, and said, "Fate, it doesn't matter!"

Infected by Zhang Ruochen's firm belief, Mu Lingxi walked out of the pain and loss just now, revealing a charming smile as shallow as ripples.

Zhang Ruochen stretched and said, "So, the fate pool is probably really an illusion. I can't just care about Yaoyao. I care about each of you."

"snort!"

Prajna showed a disdainful look, but her heart melted uncontrollably and believed Zhang Ruochen's nonsense.

After all, women only believe what she wants to believe.

Although Zhang Ruochen did his best and acted indifferently, Mu Lingxi's concerns were still not exhausted, and he asked: "Sister Chen, why do you firmly believe that everything in the destiny pool is true?"

Prajna says: "Because the destiny pool is the light of the destiny mirror. The destiny mirror is made by generations of ancestors in Kunlun Realm, and finally it was refined by the Dazun of the Moving Ming King. It contains the spirit of the ancestor and the rules of the ancestor."

"What's even more terrifying is that it carries a lot of mystery of fate. At its peak, it contains more than half of the mystery of fate in the world."

"Brother Chen has been to the ancient realm, where he should have seen the ruins of the Temple of Destiny? In ancient times, in order to sacrifice and refine the Fate Mirror so that it can have enough power of fate, the Great Master climbed the Mount of Destiny, stomped the Temple of Destiny, and took away the mystery in the temple."

"Even after two great disasters, the fate mirror still contains many mysteries of fate, second only to the current Temple of Destiny."

"The Great Lord will not do such a robbery."

Zhang Ruochen knew the allusion of "The King of Ming Dynasty lost his pearl when sitting in meditation", which shows that even if the Great Lord wanted to get something, he would have his own principles of doing things.

"That's right, the janitor at the Gate of Ghost has told this, and there is indeed a deeper reason for this. The Gate of Gate of Gate of Gate is the mirror of fate." Prajna said.

Zhang Ruochen pondered and suddenly asked: "You just said that the Fate Mirror has experienced two great disasters. What does it mean? It happened after the Great Lord disappeared into the world?"

Prajna said: "Before ten Yuanhui, after the Great Lord disappeared, the Fate Mirror was inherited by the Sumeru Holy Monk. Well... how to say it? If you want to recount this, you have to start with the mystery of the stolen lotus in the seventy-second grade!"
Chapter completed!