amaotonovel Chapter 760: Fate cannot be controlled by fate
Chapter 760: Fate cannot be controlled by fate
Chapter 760: Fate cannot be controlled by fate
The Son of Heaven makes all the decisions at his own will, with no pity for destruction, and leaves the heaven and earth to be destroyed.
The emperor lingered leisurely, admiring the spring flowers, too lazy to disturb the world.
The fallen angel comes to see, lingers in the killing, lightly sniffs the blood, and out of mercy promises the sentient beings to die, and all the flowers are intoxicated by the faint moonlight in the catastrophe.
"This blade is not a heartless thing. It protects the flowers even when facing death. It's really wonderful..." The Fallen Plum Emperor clapped his hands and chuckled. A bright smile bloomed on his cloud-like hair and flower-like face, diluting the original coldness a little.
There is great terror between life and death, but one can remain calm when disaster strikes. For the Emperor of Luohua of all clans, it is like seeing a bright flower bloom quietly and then wither without regrets. The vast universe is just a stage, and its prosperity and withering follow the passing water, and its beauty is only presented with willingness in one's heart.
This boy is indeed a talent for an emperor... Not only does he have a ruthless and murderous nature, he also has a cheerful and affectionate demeanor.
Gongsun Wuzhi was holding the Sima Ming Knife, with no smile on his face, and his eyes were still calm, but his eyebrows and mouth corners seemed inexplicably a little warmer. But if you looked closely, it seemed not there, as if it was an illusion.
The Sima Ming Knife in the hands of Cangsang Daozi has become simple and calm, without any violent look, nor any trace of destructive nature. It is like coming from a mountain outside a mountain to see the Son of Heaven, and borrowing three points from his fate. All the disasters here are allowed to kill Chen, and the cold world will be peaceful for thousands of years.
He lied to the truth and pretended to be him, just to invite the emperor to visit Chun, just to invite Zizai to come and fall in love with him... Two emperors in total, he had already made a lot of money.
In front of the golden pillar, in the overwhelming demonic tide, the two emperors stared silently, watching the weathered monk slowly raise the knife of life, as if writing the hatred in his heart, as if blaming the killing dust, as if answering the depth of life, as if struggling for the traces of his dream.
Such a bright and beautiful girl should be treated with respect... The emperor of all veins smiled indifferently and nodded gently. Suddenly, a faint magic blossomed in the endless devil tide, destroying the silence. The falling flowers were beautiful, as if beauty was presented in the place of killing, and as if there was fun in the universe.
Many magical wonders are connected into a web and interwoven into a dream. It is a shattered net of heaven and earth, the illusory beauty of falling flowers, the freedom from worry, the fearless intoxication, the fearful nature of the heavens, and the invasion that overturns the heavens and the earth.
Even the golden pillars supporting the sky, faced with such pure and powerful Great Freedom Demon, their golden light dimmed a little again, like a candle in a strong wind in the dead of night, emitting its last rays of light with difficulty, but seemingly about to go out suddenly in the next moment.
The expressions of all the sword masters in the golden pillar dimmed at the same time. The last sword strike by Wuzhi Sword Master represented the dignity of Yuantu Star, represented the cry of brilliant humanity, represented that he would never give in, and represented his true nature.
It represents that as a human being, we say "no" to heaven, to the gods, and to the abyss of disaster that will kill us and destroy our way.
"You emperors really think highly of me, which really makes me ashamed... However, too many people have fallen on this bridge of life and death, and many have sacrificed themselves without regrets. I really cannot retreat, and I dare not retreat. I am here to greet you emperors with this sword."
A faint black lotus appeared on Daozi's left palm, and he gently wiped it on the sword of life. "Ang", a sharp whistling sound immediately rushed into the sky, as if waiting from the blooming of flowers to the withering of flowers, and finally the eyebrows and eyes became blurred, as if holding a lantern and waiting silently, and finally waited for the return of the person.
The snow will eventually clear, the collar will be stained with blood, the destruction will be welcomed without regrets, the fallen flowers are willing to drift away, there will be hope in the sky amidst the catastrophe, and the respect for the mortal world will wait for the sky to clear.
It is a deep killing calamity, with blood shed at every step. It is the displeasure of heaven and earth, but one must grit one's teeth and silently hold the army.
boom!
Sword energy filled the sky, whistling sounds were heard, and thousands of lotus petals crossed across the sky, like a ray of light in the night, as if sweeping across the universe, and slashing straight at the emperors of all clans like thunder and lightning.
The murderous nature erupted violently, with a majestic aura, invading people's minds, as if it was rushing towards them until death, traversing eight thousand miles of the human world, like a madman sharpening his knife in the world, with a rebellious character in his body, worthy of being killed by the emperor.
"Wonderful..."
There was a light of admiration in the eyes of the emperors, as deep as the stars. Such sincerity, such brightness, was enough to move the emperor, and was enough to compete with Zizai, let alone fight for disaster and life.
Only a sword like this deserves the name "Si Ming".
Only such a Taoist is worthy of the title of “King of Sword”.
Faced with such a resolute and illusory sword energy, all the Emperors of Destruction looked serious and nodded solemnly. If this boy could integrate into the path of destruction, after years of baptism, he would be able to achieve the position of Emperor Miao.
There is no lie in the sword. Facing such a murderous tide of swords, Zhumai Luohua Emperor smiled indifferently. Destruction is rebirth, ruthlessness is actually affectionate. In the endless killing, there is a bright and scorching glow, and no regrets.
The stamens of this flower are cold and the fragrance is chilly, the solitary cluster is covered with frost, the petals are secluded and proud, it blooms when all other flowers are destroyed, and there are no more flowers after it blooms.
He has already been born with the appearance of a chrysanthemum, but unfortunately he is unwilling to fall into the heavens and become the emperor. It is really a pity for all the fallen flowers.
The first wisp of sword energy fiercely slashed upon the devil, and in an instant, the cold destructive nature erupted, as if the entire heaven and earth were swept by the sword energy, running wildly and magnificently, and the clanging sound was as if it wanted to cleanse the universe.
Immediately, the fierce sword energy was like a vicious monster, rushing towards everything in the devil's tide, tearing and destroying, without right or wrong, without mercy, only a hideous appearance, only a majestic intention, and only the interest in fighting for the truth.
It’s a pity that the emperors of each lineage have already transformed into free and easy appearances, as if the Holy Lord is standing in the sky. When he thinks, the sky will fall, and when he speaks, a catastrophe will occur.
Endless demonic energy erupted from the demonic tide, and various magical wonders slowly came, bursting out into thousands of golden and silver rains. In an instant, dense sounds exploded and echoed continuously, and golden star flower rains floated all over the sky, gorgeous and unparalleled.
In a flash, the magic of all the meridians had already entangled the raging sword energy, and the powerful true nature burst out, instantly shaking the sky and the earth, and even the golden pillar trembled slightly, like a rolling earth dragon.
The Emperor's intention is the wonderful nature of Bosa, the Emperor's thoughts can shake the mountains and seas, the Emperor's heart should be able to bring life and death to all living beings, and the Emperor's persistence is not false.
The Emperor is coming, with nothing to hold, and he is at ease, so why don't you bow?
Emperor Nianbei narrowed his eyes slightly and tried to persuade him for the last time, "Gongsun Wuzhi, this sword really has the power to bring down a saint, but it's a pity that this sword is too strong. Others are not even worthy of taking your sword, so how can they not be defeated?
Why not take on the honor of being the Son of Heaven, so that you can have a more wonderful form in the future!"
The Fallen Plum Emperor did not send out an invitation, but just sighed with regret, and the sad expression on his jade-like face was naturally very beautiful.
Since the third abyss, the emperors of all clans have not been able to distort the will of any peerless Taoist of the human race, not even one. The Kuizhen clan originally thought that success was in sight, but was defeated by the mad corpse ghost.
Therefore, rather than saying that Emperor Nianbei gave Gongsun Wuzhi one last chance, it would be more accurate to say that it was the last dignity that the emperor was willing to give.
Such a Taoist, such a sword master, should have! Matching!
Now all he needs to do is break his life-saving sword and kill his Taoist, and then the Yuan Tu Golden Pillar will be firmly broken.
Gongsun Wuzhi glanced indifferently at the Emperor who had destroyed all the veins, and nodded slightly to the other Fallen Flower Emperors. However, the corners of his mouth slightly opened and he let out a long sigh.
The emperors of various clans have made careful arrangements, and the remaining emperor, Da Zizai, led by Ruochen, must be waiting to see what comes.
Ten birds in the bush are not as good as one bird in the hand. Being able to destroy two emperors is already a pleasant surprise.
The rolling demonic energy enveloped Daozi, and the light flashed and suddenly closed, like a demonic dragon coming out of the abyss, swallowing Gongsun Wuzhi in one gulp. In the magic rhyme of the light, all natures were reversed, and the changes were unpredictable. There was also a vague and gloomy feeling that blocked the light of the sky and the induction of the golden pillar, as if it could swallow everything.
Endless demon followers pounced towards the golden pillar, using their lives and flesh and blood to crush the monks' counterattack and final resistance.
Once the Life Sword is broken and Daozi dies, the Yuantu Golden Pillar will inevitably be destroyed, and the Emperor's will will be able to start from this point and sweep across the entire Qilin Heaven until the world is turned upside down. Qilin Heaven will eventually turn into the Heaven of Freedom and obtain the appearance of freedom.
The voice of Emperor Luomei came faintly from the evil spirit, clear and beautiful, just like a gentle lover whispering in the ear.
"Wuzhi, although you are unwilling to be the emperor, you are equally breathtakingly beautiful, just like the other exquisite beauties of Qilin Heaven. Letting you fall in the wonder of burying flowers is the dignity that my Luohua lineage is willing to give you."
"Then I would like to thank Emperor Luomei first. However, I am a person who never gives up. I will always struggle. I hope Your Majesty will not blame me for being ungrateful!" Daozi smiled and shook his head. The sword energy had become extremely thin, as if it would be swallowed by the evil energy in the next moment.
After a pause, Daozi shrugged his shoulders and said solemnly, "It is impolite not to reciprocate, so I will also give you the emperors some respect."
Bursts of laughter emanated from the depths of the demonic energy, some were full of lifelike interest, some were long-lasting approval, some were indifferent, some were melancholy, some were bright as flowers, and some were deep as the ocean. In this world constructed by the demonic energy, heaven and earth were separated, life and death were divided, no matter how Daozi struggled, he was just a struggle, powerless and unwilling.
Daozi stretched out his hand and a wisp of demonic energy appeared in his palm, making him sigh quietly.
It was just this one ray of rhythm that almost caused the entire world to sink, and even the abyss of disaster lasted for tens of thousands of years. For a moment, he seemed to see the pair of humorous eyes of the Immortal Venerable Du Mi, which contained deep regret and deep attachment.
The demonic energy made Daozi's face flicker and become strange, but his eyes became somewhat gentle, and even seemed to have a hint of water in them, and the murderous intent became even more fierce.
Just like the raging flames of war, just like the beautiful fate, just like the killing and plundering, just like holding a knife in the frost and snow.
"Yes, I am here to give honor to the emperors and represent an old friend. The emperor cannot refuse this matter, and I cannot refuse it."
Gongsun Wuzhi casually threw the Sima Ming Knife away, and a dark black jade bottle appeared in his palm, dim and silent.
In the vast demonic energy, Daozi stood proudly with a solemn expression, "Immortal Du Mi is the number one weapon refiner in Qilin Heaven. This Demon-Breaking Green Mirage Bottle is a ninth-level spiritual treasure. Please carefully appreciate it, my Lords of all veins."
In an instant, countless tiny points of light rolled out from the jade bottle, and after a moment, they had merged into the demonic energy in all directions. The light was bright and even more mottled and fragmented, as if an endless sea of light was slowly rising from the demonic tide, indistinguishable from each other, and it became a spectacle that all the Great Free Emperors had never seen before.
It was as if a piece of mountain and sea suddenly merged into one with the devil's tide. The sky could not open, and the devil could not hide. The great free emperors showed all kinds of wonderful appearances, which fell into Gongsun Wuzhi's eyes one by one.
In contrast, the emperors only felt that an ancient sacred mountain seemed to have appeared above Miaoxiang Demon's body, pressing down hard, as if the magical operation was stagnant and became quite difficult. The strength of all the emperors dropped by more than 30%.
impossible!
The Great Free Emperors of all clans seemed to have seen a miracle that should never appear in Qilin Heaven. It was difficult to explain, but it really appeared before the eyes of all the emperors.
Ninth-rank spiritual treasure, the power to destroy demons! Emperor Nian Bei couldn't help but murmur, how is it possible? !
The Emperor is free, contented and self-assertive. Although the magic of the Emperors of different lineages has their own ways, their essences are different and brilliant. How is it possible for a magical treasure to appear that can restrain the nature of all the Emperors?
Destroying demons? How could it be possible to destroy demons?
If the Primordial Spirit of the Tribulation Sect had such ability, what did it do during the first two Tribulations?
Now that he has been locked in the demonic tide by the magic treasure, the plum blossom emperor's jade face remains calm as he stares coldly at Cangsang Daozi. After a few breaths, he speaks faintly, "The magic treasure that destroys demons and gods and devils cannot be unrelated. You are not Gongsun Wuzhi, who are you?"
Although it was just an inquiry, there was already a horrifying guess in Emperor Luomei's demonic consciousness. It was even as she expected, which was the doom of the emperors of all lineages to die.
The emperor has come to ask, and it would be rude not to answer. Gongsun Wuzhi nodded slightly, and the next moment the weathered middle-aged cultivator had turned back into a refined Taoist.
He is not as precious as gold and jade, nor is he indifferent and heartless. He is not extremely crazy or evil, nor is he treacherous and unpredictable. He is just an ordinary Taoist, with a pair of warm and indifferent eyes.
"Lord of Xingtian!"
The faces of the emperors immediately became grim and solemn, as if a cold snowstorm had fallen into the rolling devil tide, blowing into the most beautiful dream and freezing their hearts.
How respectable!
Now that the opponent has revealed his true identity, there is no room for maneuver and no way of retreat. The only option is to fight and kill, and to die together.
The Emperor of All Veins realized his true nature and understood in an instant that the Yuan Tu Jin Zhu was a trap set for him. Even the fighting method of the Siming Knife was intentional, so as to conceal the fact that the Lord of Xingtian was hiding in the Yuan Tu Jin Zhu.
To achieve this goal, he was even willing to sacrifice the Jiang family to join the fight.
"Good! As expected of the Golden Jade Unicorn, as expected of the Lord of Xingtian. Gongsun Wuzhi played his part perfectly. Not only did the Spiritual Lords fail to see through him, but even the Emperors like us were deceived."
Emperor Nianbei clapped his hands in praise, his tone revealing an endless fighting spirit, "Even though we are all suppressed by the Devil-Breaking Green Mirage and our magic is blocked, we are still not afraid of a fight. Even if you summon Houyi, how many emperors can you kill with just one god and demon?"
Wenrun Daozi nodded as if in agreement, and then snapped his fingers.
boom!
"Xingtian and the emperor came here to fight for gods. The emperor cut off his head and buried him on the mountain of Changyang. He used his breasts as his eyes, his navel as his mouth, and he danced with his limbs!
I am the god and demon Xingtian, and I am also Jiang Moshu. "
The headless demon god had already appeared behind Wenrun Daozi, the huge axe in the shape of the bright moon still shone with cold light, and the pair of angry eyes on his chest seemed to contain both extremely cold ice and scorching fire, reflecting the horrified expressions of the emperors.
"When Gonggong is angry, he touches the mountains that are not in order, and breaks the pillars of the sky. The earth is still standing, and the sky tilts. Then the sun, moon, stars, and stars fall, and the earth sinks. Therefore, when hundreds of rivers and seas return, everything that is not in order will be touched in anger!
I work together for gods and demons, and I am also Jiang Moshu. "
The gods and demons with red hair and snake bodies came breaking through the air on the raging waves. The rolling waves were filled with murderous intent, as if there was an imperfection. They wanted to disrupt the order and touch the sky, they wanted to destroy but could not destroy, they wanted to chase but could not chase. When Gonggong was angry, how could there be any hierarchy?
"Eliminate the harm from the light of heaven, care for the hardships of the earth, kill the evil spirits, be respected by people, and be the master of ghosts and gods!
I am Hou Yi, the god and demon, and I am also Jiang Moshu."
The fierce words of the gods and demons resounded, and a crack suddenly appeared in the void. The tall and mighty gods and demons brazenly stepped into the rolling sea of demonic light and looked at the emperors indifferently.
"Does Emperor Nianbei have any other questions?"
Daozi turned his head slightly and smiled at the emperors of all clans who were on the path of destruction. His smile was gentle and indifferent, but in the eyes of the emperors, it looked extremely ferocious.
Looking at the three mountain-like gods and demons, the entire demon tide suddenly fell into awkward silence.
When the calamity comes, the devil will be defeated in the jade pot. The emperor will call upon the abyss to save the calamity. When the gods and devils come to call, he will be allowed to kill at will.
How can I be innocent? I have gone deep into the disaster. The emperor uses his fate to break me, and I break my fate.
(End of this chapter)