On the top of the mountain, there was an instant sound of gasping for air.
Especially Feng Ruge, the moment she saw the ancient monument, she had a premonition in her heart.
A turning point, a comeback against the wind.
The reason why she taught Chen Qingshan to always retain three points of strength was to prevent the man of destiny from holding a trump card.
You say that these people seem reluctant to use their strongest means until the moment of life and death.
Isn’t it extremely happy to have to wait until your body is covered with bruises, your breath is weak, and you are about to die, and then you can reverse it again?
However, she really didn't expect that this standard routine of the destined person... seems to have failed this time?
That ray of clear light, like the fairy charm deep in the Hongmeng at the beginning of the creation of the world, cleared away all obstacles and easily penetrated Qing Yu's figure.
Blood was spilled, and the strong smell of blood hit his face.
The sky was filled with golden light that dazzled the eyes, covering Qingyu's body.
Feng Ruge stood there blankly, her pretty face showing nothing but dullness.
It shouldn't be. Is it possible that Qing Yu is really not the son of destiny?
Or is it that there are not so many routines in this world and everything is just my own random imagination?
No!
impossible!
In any fantasy world, they are all routines, and they are mostly the same.
Which link is the problem?
"Ling Xiao... Young Master!!"
On the mountain road, Qin Chu clenched his hands, his whole body seemed to have taken medicine, his face was rosy, his whole body was trembling, and his eyes were full of admiration.
The sword cuts everything.
What kind of Taoist weapon and spiritual treasure, what kind of evildoer and arrogant person.
As long as I have a sword in my hand, there is nothing in this world that cannot be cut.
Mr. Lingxiao, it is indeed you!
You are the most authentic image of the peerless swordsman in my heart.
No!
You are the sword, the driving force for me to move forward in this life, the sea of stars that I look up to, the wind that I cannot touch, and the dream that I cannot wake up from...
Young Master, Chu'er should work hard and hope that one day, I can stand side by side with you at the top of the sky.
"Hey, the son of destiny (Qin Chu) follows the example of the devil and has the potential to take the blame. Congratulations to the host for plundering the luck value of 500 points and the villain value of 5000 points."
"Um?"
Ling Xiao raised his eyebrows slightly, turned to look at Qin Chu, and raised a smile at the corner of his mouth.
He did not expect that the reward sound for Qing Yu's killing did not appear, but Qin Chu, the little leek, took the initiative to take the blame?
"hiss…"
The disciples taught by these six demons just don't play according to common sense.
I haven't even made a fuss yet, and you're already creating opportunities for yourself?
"Master!!"
Feeling the gentleness in Ling Xiao's eyes, Qin Chu's body trembled, and he felt a different kind of joy inexplicably.
Finally, the young master looked at me seriously!!
To the world, this may be just a casual glance.
But for me personally, it is a leap in emotional communication with the young master!
I envy the friendship between my masters and I hope that one day I can find a confidant who can sing in harmony with me.
And among all the geniuses in southern Xinjiang, only Master Lingxiao stands out and is different from the rest of the world.
Perhaps, he is my companion on the journey to immortality!
Bloom, Qin Chu, when you are dazzling enough, you will be worthy of the talent of the young master!
In the battle for Tianchi, the world should spread my divine power!!!
"interesting."
Ling Xiao's eyes finally fell on the young man in the distance who was struck by his sword.
Logically speaking, no one in the Shenhou Realm should be able to survive under this perfect path.
But at this time, there was no sound from the system. It was obvious that Qing Yu was not dead.
At this time, Ling Xiao also felt a terrifying aura quietly surging from the golden glow.
On the seventh peak, Xu Yunzi stands on the top of the sky, overlooking the turmoil below.
Especially the ancient stele that Qing Yu had sacrificed just now made him feel inexplicably familiar.
It's just...it shouldn't be.
This sacred monument is the most precious treasure of the Hai Clan. How could it fall into the hands of a remnant boy?
He has heard about the Qingyang tribe.
At that time, this part was also one of the eight parts in Southern Xinjiang.
Only later, it was said that Qing Feng, the leader of the Qingyang Tribe, went deep into the sea and returned home seriously injured. He did not recover for a long time. He was eventually betrayed by his tribe's vassals, fell into decline, and retreated to the mountains near the endless sea.
Even the young clan leader Qing Yu, a famous evil boy in southern Xinjiang, was destroyed by Danhai and turned into a waste, ridiculed by the world.
Do you think this is the end?
The son of destiny has many misfortunes.
The worse one's life experience is, the stronger one's cultivation is.
Five years later, a strong man from the Hai tribe suddenly came and massacred the entire Qingyang tribe.
Qing Yu's whereabouts were unknown, and everyone thought he was dead.
Unexpectedly, today, he would appear in the Immortal Xuan Sect, causing a sensation, and his cultivation would even reach the realm of God Lord.
However, Xu Yunzi did not expect that this young evildoer would actually have such a bad relationship with his incompetent eldest disciple.
As for Ling Xiao…
As a holy son of the Holy Religion, isn't it natural for him to be strong?
"Buzz."
Between heaven and earth, suddenly there was a spiritual light rising into the sky, turning into a divine pillar.
The entire seventh peak is filled with demonic energy and mist is rising.
Feng Ruge's eyes were slightly focused, her jade hands tightly holding the cage, looking extremely anxious.
I knew it!!
How could a man of destiny fall so easily?
There are endless trump cards, high dynasties one after another, continuous comebacks against the wind, and finally go through all kinds of hardships, kill the villains, and achieve the supreme name.
You can’t go wrong!!
Qing Yu, the true son of destiny.
Mr. Ling Xiao, you are probably going to be cold now.
Alas, what a pity for your peerless beauty.
"Boom! Boom!"
In the endless fog, there was suddenly a sound of heavy footsteps.
It was as if a great monster from the wild had arrived, causing cracks to appear on the entire mountain peak.
Ling Xiao raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes always calm.
Is this Qingyu’s real golden finger?
Together, the great demon spirit?
Ling Xiao encountered this template at the beginning.
But at that time, Chu Yang was just an ant from the lower world, and his golden finger was only from Jiuyou in the Holy State.
But at this time, the demonic aura on Qingyu's body was obviously much more terrifying, with a prehistoric aura.
Could it be that the means by which the world's general trend and auras merged were the work of this demonic soul?
"boom!"
Finally, when the fog dissipated, a hundred-foot-long demonic figure stood in the sky and earth, exuding a dazzling golden glow.
It was a red-gold divine crocodile covered in scales. On its huge head, two scarlet blood eyes flashed fiercely, overlooking the sky.
All around him, divine power permeated the air, and he had the potential of a barbaric and domineering force.
"Ancient Crocodile!"
Xu Yunzi's figure descended from the sky and stood in front of Ling Xiao, with a look of shock on his old face.
Today, the Crocodile Monster Clan was the absolute overlord of the ancient endless sea.
But later on, there was a battle between immortals and demons, and a group of demons danced wildly, and this clan was finally destroyed in the long river of history.
For the two races of immortals and demons, the Celestial Crocodile clan may not be worth mentioning.
But to the monks of Shengzhou, this ancient overlord clan is considered supreme.
"Ancient Sky Crocodile Demonic Soul?"
Ling Xiao raised his head and looked at the hundred-foot-long demonic figure, with a flash of surprise in his eyes.
At this time, he could see that under the demonic shadow, Qing Yu's expression was gloomy, and half of his body had been chopped into pieces.
But there was no trace of defeat on his face, and there was not even a hint of broken heart.
Obviously, he has enough confidence in his trump card, this little leek.
It's ridiculous. If this place were not for the Immortal Xuan Sect, it would be possible for a mere demon soul to be reincarnated with just one thought from Ling Xiao.