Fantasy: Prince Peerless, Conquer the Heavens!

Three days later.

In Qintian Prison, all civil and military officials gathered together, preparing to witness the next grand event.

"Your Majesty, I am ready!"

Zhang Sanfeng was wearing a Taoist robe, with a solemn look on his face, and he bowed his hands in salute.

"allow!"

Qin Wudao nodded.

After receiving permission, Zhang Sanfeng walked towards the small school grounds. Unlike the Qintian Prison in the mortal world, it could only play a symbolic role.

But in the world of martial arts, because of the existence of the Tianming Master, Qin Tianjian has become one of the important departments of the country.

Even the Renzu Palace has a Tianming Department, one of the ten departments.

Therefore, the Qintian Prison is very large, ten miles long and eight miles wide, comparable to a small city, with pavilions, training chambers, martial arts schools, etc., all fully equipped.

"rise!"

After arriving at the school grounds, Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand.

The ground trembled, as if an earth dragon turned over, and flew out a hundred-foot-long yellow dragon, circled in the sky, landed on the school field, and turned into a Taoist platform.

This Taoist platform is a hundred feet high, carved with mysterious Taoist patterns, like a Taoist mountain, revealing the rich power of destiny.

Under the gaze of everyone.

Zhang Sanfeng walked onto the stage, put his index and middle fingers together, and pointed toward the void.

On your fingertips.

The power of destiny is immeasurable.

Suddenly, the sky in the Great Qin Immortal Courtyard was filled with turbulent winds and clouds, thousands of rays of light, and countless wisps of the power of destiny crossing the sky, forming a giant formation.

Within the formation, there is a majestic and vast law of destiny that stretches across the sky.

There are countless stars in the formation, as if it contains an infinite universe.

"Take the principles of destiny as the foundation of the formation!"

"With the stars in the universe as the eyes, is this the terrifying thing about a ninth-level destiny master?"

In the pavilion, Luo Yan looked at the Luck Formation, her beautiful eyes flashed with the power of destiny, and she was watching the 'Dragon Slaying Formation' to gain enlightenment.

Next to her, Yuan Tiangang and Zuo Ci were the same.

Being able to observe a ninth-level destiny master casting spells is a great blessing for all destiny masters.

Fortunately, only the monarchs and ministers of Great Qin knew about the arrangement of the 'Dragon-Slaying Formation'. If word spread, I am afraid that all the destiny masters in the Great Thousand World would go crazy about it and go to the Great Thousand World of Taixuantian overnight.

"Imperative, the power of the stars, return to your position!"

"The edict, the power of heaven and earth, return to its place!"

"Imperative, the Avenue of Destiny, return to your position!"

"The order, the power of luck, returns to its place."

Zhang Sanfeng looked up at the sky, hunting in Taoist robes, with supreme power, like an ancient Taoist sage coming to the world and issuing decrees.

Every time an order is sounded, a force emerges and merges into the 'Dragon-Slaying Formation'.

Everything in heaven and earth returns to its proper place in order.

Gradually.

Within the 'Dragon Slaying Formation', many derivative powers began to appear, such as the power of mystery, the power of change, the power of the past, the power of the present, and the power of the future.

All the power, after falling into the formation, is arranged in an orderly manner to form a knife!

A knife that can cut off the prosperity of the world!

"This sword can cut off my future!"

Bai Qi looked solemn and concluded.

That feeling was just like the broken arm he encountered in the world of Heishui, which made people full of despair and not knowing where the future was.

The only difference is that breaking the arm relies on great strength.

Zhang Sanfeng relies on moves.

But different paths lead to the same destination.

As long as the results are the same, that's fine!

"This knife can also cut off my luck!"

Yu Qian, the strongest, sighed and said in a deep voice.

When everyone heard this, they were all moved.

"How can a sword cut off luck if it has no murderous intent?"

Zhang Sanfeng was not satisfied with the Sword of Destiny that everyone feared. His eyes narrowed and he suddenly stretched out his right hand and grabbed it towards the starry sky.

A palm print completely condensed by the power of destiny crossed the starry sky and landed on the battlefield outside the world of Dongjitian.

dark!

Loneliness!

Blood!

die!

There is also evil spirit!

shrouded the battlefield.

In this starry sky, I don’t know how many powerful people from the human race and all the races in the world have fallen. Even though three hundred years have passed, they are still extremely terrifying.

"Awe!"

Zhang Sanfeng did not hesitate, controlled the Tianyun palm seal, and headed towards the battlefield to grab it.

The endless evil spirit and endless murderous energy were almost all caught up in one sweep, forming a long evil spirit dragon and a murderous blood dragon, flying towards the vast world of Taixuan Tian.

boom!

boom!

Accompanied by two vibrations.

The evil spirit dragon and the murderous blood dragon fell into the 'Dragon Slaying Formation', turning the colorless Destiny Sword into scarlet, revealing the evil spirit and murderous intent.

Like a fierce weapon.

"If this knife falls, I will die!"

Yu Qian stared at the Tianming Sword, full of fear.

Destiny Knife!

Specializes in cutting luck.

If used on people, the power will be weakened countless times.

Even so, he can still kill a peak Immortal Emperor warrior.

"This is so decent!"

Looking at his proud work, Zhang Sanfeng smiled.

At this time, there are only two kinds of power left in the 'Dragon-Slaying Formation', namely vitality and murderous intention, which contain infinite power.

Use vitality to protect a country's destiny.

And using murderous intention can cut off a party's luck.

"cut!"

Zhang Sanfeng drank lightly.

The 'Dragon-Slaying Formation' began to operate, and endless stars emerged, encompassing three thousand worlds.

The blood-colored luck knife breaks through the air, shuttles through the formation, and heads towards the literary world. In the process, it will pass through many great worlds, and the momentum released inadvertently will make the luck golden dragons of countless forces tremble and scream.

An uneasy growl.

"The Luck Riot, what happened?"

In the eighth heaven, in a certain vast world, an old man suddenly opened his eyes and looked towards the starry sky.

The starry sky is still beautiful, nothing unusual.

But in the eyes of the old man, it was a different scene. He saw a bloody knife breaking through the sky from the seventh heaven, flying to the eighth heaven, and cutting towards an unknown place.

"The Knife of Luck!"

"Whose grand gesture is this?"

The old man's face changed again and again, and he pinched it with both hands, but as if he had touched a taboo, he encountered a divine secret and spurted out a large mouthful of blood.

His eyes widened, full of horror, fear, and awe.

"Ninth level destiny master!"

"All the heavens and worlds have finally appeared again!"

Literary world!

It was very lively at this time.

After five years of negotiations, the literary community and Wanzutang finally reached an agreement that they are allies and can help each other.

today.

That's when the alliance ceremony is held.

Ditian, who had disappeared from all the worlds for three hundred years, led the powerful men of the Ten Thousand Clans Hall to quietly come to the literary world.

In a certain courtyard.

Two figures stand.

One of them asked respectfully: "Your Majesty, the literary world is not worthy of your personal visit, right?"

No matter how powerful the literary world is, there is no such thing as a powerful person like an immortal.

Moreover, the Dragon Slaying Technique, which was the foundation of one's career, was cracked by the Great Qin Immortal Court, and his status plummeted.

"Shang Yang Demon Saint sent a message that he has locked the location of the demon master's tomb!"

Ditian was wearing a golden robe, wrapped in the power of Zhiyang Dao, with his hands on his back, looking at the sky in the distance and said.

The Tomb of the Demon Master!

Emperor Peng was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized.

If this is the case, it is indeed worth the emperor's personal trip.