Fighter of the Destiny

The sword light was very faint, like the traces drawn by fallen leaves in the wind. It was impossible to spot it without staring.

There was a soft sound, and a very thin sword mark appeared in the night sky.

The sword mark happened to be on the transparent light mirror.

If the wine bag is cut open, the wine will spill out.

The golden slurry spilled like a waterfall towards the light mirror, and the area of ​​the light mirror in the night became smaller at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This means that the space crystal is becoming stable again and that channel is disappearing.

That beam of light still connects the two worlds.

The archangel floated away into the distance, his thin lips slightly opened, and he said something silently.

There was a click sound, and the far end of the light beam suddenly broke off, like an iceberg, slowly sliding down the smooth section.

Half of the light beam fell into the empty space, gradually drifting away until it was finally annihilated.

I don’t know if the archangel and the dozens of fastest angels can survive the turbulence in space.

The worst thing was the more than 200 angels in the rear.

The light beam breaks and then slides down, representing the dislocation of space.

Even though the angel's body possesses unimaginable strength, it is still difficult to resist this spatial dislocation and be cut open.

The distant space is filled with golden blood, burning into golden flowers.

The people on the ground could not hear what the angels were shouting, but their pain could be clearly felt from their distorted faces.

A thunderous low groan came from nowhere.

That low groan was full of majesty, anger and indifference.

A bolt of lightning pierced the night sky and landed above the Demon Palace, accurately hitting the giant sword.

With a crashing sound, the giant sword broke apart and spread out, turning into three thousand swords, falling like a heavy rain.

Chen Changsheng raised the scabbard of his sword.

Three thousand swords returned quickly and returned to their scabbards. Many of the swords still had white remnants of thunder and lightning on their swords.

Chen Changsheng's face became paler and paler, until finally he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Fortunately, there was no second flash of lightning, and the low groan did not start again.

The space channel in the night sky has disappeared, and the light pillar has also disappeared.

Gods are not omnipotent.

Everything falls silent.

The golden light mirror has now turned into countless debris, slowly falling down, looking like fireworks.

Look at the speed at which those light particles are falling, or the snowy old city will be as bright as day tonight.

Apart from these, I can no longer see the remaining scenes of the war just now, and I even have a feeling that the beam of light and those angel legions just now are all fake.

Everyone just had the same dream.

"Look, there are stars burning over there."

Suddenly a childish voice sounded.

The little Taoist priest was in Ye Xiaolian's arms, pointing at a place in the night sky and shouting.

Affected by the beam of light, the position of the stars changed slightly, but the position of the Southern Cross was still there, and it was very clear.

There are no stars burning.

Wang Zhice and Mrs. Tang looked at each other and could tell what each other was thinking.

Shang Xingzhou's ability to recruit students is truly the best in the world.

Wang Po and Xiao Zhang also felt it, and soon after, Chen Changsheng also felt it.

In the extremely distant place, on the other side of the sea of ​​​​stars, there are stars burning.

An ethereal sword intent loomed among the burning stars.

Immediately afterwards, more and more people felt the sword intent, although they could not see the burning stars.

There is a distance of hundreds of millions of miles that cannot be crossed by the gods, so why can the sword intention be transmitted here so clearly?

Because that sword intention originally belonged here.

The Holy Light Continent can feel the Holy Light in Chen Changsheng's body for the same reason.

"This sword is so arrogant, no wonder people say I look like him."

Tang Sanshiliu said with beaming eyes, very proud.

"What's going on? Why is the Sky Covering Sword there!"

The black robe looked at the night sky, feeling the misty sword intent in the distance, and screamed, looking a little hysterical.

"You think you have counted all the people and heaven and earth, but you have not counted that His Majesty the Pope can actually break through the realm and become holy, nor have you counted that someone has gone to the starry sky many years ago. He may be arrogant in the Holy Light Continent. Living the day, maybe quietly observing the other party, until the most critical moment before, the most critical blow was delivered."

Mr. Tang looked at the black robe and said, "And that person was raised by me with money."

People had already guessed who had written the sword intent, but they were only more confirmed when they heard the black robe's shouts and the words of Old Man Tang.

Of course it's Su Li.

Wang Po smiled slightly and said nothing.

According to Mr. Tang, Su Li was raised by the Tang family with money. He had worked as a bookkeeper in Wenshui City for many years, so he should be considered as such.

This is not the truth, at least not all of it. You only need to think about the second master of the Tang family who has been dead for many years to know.

Mr. Tang knew that, and with Wang Po's temperament, he would not deny it.

Su Li will definitely deny it, and even curse him a lot. Who wants him to be away at this time?

Tang Sanliu felt a little hot in his face, wondering if there were too many mattresses in the wheelchair.

Even he felt a little embarrassed. You can imagine how shameless Mr. Tang was by taking advantage of the popularity and taking credit.

However, at such an important historical moment, such words have spread, and I believe that the Tang family will not fall in the next thousand years.

For Mrs. Tang, such an opportunity cannot be missed, because he is a businessman at heart.

In addition to not counting Chen Changsheng's ability to break through the realm and become divine, Su Li's sword, and Old Man Tang's shamelessness, there was one more thing Black Robe hadn't taken into account.

The space passage is particularly unstable tonight.

The Angel Legion in the Holy Light Continent suffered a near-annihilation blow, not because of Su Li's sword.

No matter how strong Su Li's sword was, it couldn't be this strong, but his sword successfully cut off the light beam and caused a dislocation in the space.

The power of space is like time, and it is difficult to resist, so those angels died tragically one after another.

According to her deduction, the space passage should be very strong. Even if Chen Changsheng broke through to the sacred realm and Su Li came up with a sword from the sky, it would be impossible to break through it.

The reason for this is that the amount of Holy Light in Chen Changsheng's body is much less.

Chen Changsheng has been refining Cinnabar Pill with his own blood for ten years, even though the consumption was extremely high and his realm has never progressed.

Who would have thought that it would lead to such a result in the end.

Good people seem to be rewarded.

Many eyes fell on Chen Changsheng with respect.

Chen Changsheng's eyes fell on the car outside the crowd.

"Master, have you already calculated these things?"

"So, have you already prepared that medicine, but you still want me to keep making cinnabar pills?"

"Also, is the reason why you keep trying to kill me related to what happened tonight?"

Chen Changsheng knew that he might be thinking too much, and that this inference was more likely to beautify the dead, but he still couldn't help thinking this way.

In this case, it would be easier for him to convince himself that it wasn't that the master didn't like him, but that he had to do that for some more important things.

There are no answers to these questions, and no one knows what Shang Xingzhou is thinking.

Just like this, no one knew what Hei Pao was thinking.

All plans have failed, and a lifelong pursuit has been destroyed in one night. No one can bear it.

She stood there, despair had long turned into numbness, and she could no longer even feel any life.

Wang Zhice walked up to her, took her hand, and said, "Don't do this again."

After saying this, he nodded to Mr. Tang and Chen Changsheng, and walked out of the hall with his black robe.

The black robe lowered his head, looking particularly honest, like a naughty child being brought home by his parents.

It was unusually quiet in the Demon Palace.

King Linghai and others looked at Chen Changsheng.

Chen Changsheng looked at the stone steps thoughtfully.

The white paper on Xiao Zhang's face rustled, and he didn't know whether he was breathing heavily or something.

Wang Po looked at the ground under his feet, wondering what he was thinking.

Mrs. Tang closed his eyes and seemed to have fallen asleep.

Finally a voice broke the silence.

"Wait a minute."

Tang Sanshiliu looked at Wang Zhice and said calmly: "Master Wang, what do you mean?"

Chen Changsheng withdrew his gaze.

Xiao Zhang screamed strangely.

Wang Po raised his head.

Mrs. Tang opened his eyes.

They all looked at Wang Zhice.

That's the attitude.

"She is my wife after all, and... the human race has indeed failed her brothers and sisters too much."

Wang Zhice said to everyone: "I have abolished her cultivation. In the future, I will take her to practice in Jialan Temple to atone for her sins. I will never let her cause harm to the world again."

Mrs. Tang and Wang Po could naturally see that the moment Wang Zhice took Hei Pao's hand, Hei Pao's cultivation was abolished.

People didn't know what to do. Wang Zhice's attitude was very clear and sincere, and the reasons seemed to be sufficient.

More importantly, he is Wang Zhice.

General Heming and other military generals, and even Taoist Siyuan and Archbishop Eucalyptus felt that this seemed feasible.

"no."

Xu Yourong's voice was calm and firm.

Tang Sanliu said: "The person who owes their brothers and sisters is you, Emperor Taizong, and the people in Lingyan Pavilion, but not us. We are still very young and have not done too many disgusting things like you. We Why should I take responsibility for your mistakes?"

Zhizhi hid behind Chen Changsheng, looked at Wang Zhice and said, "You can't believe this liar who tells lies. Who knows if he will let his wife go as soon as he leaves the city."

Wang Zhice ignored them, just looked at Chen Changsheng and said, "If you were in my position, what could you do?"

Chen Changsheng finally spoke.

"In Baidi City, Senior Biyanghong once asked me a question. We mentioned it just now. Now that I think about it, this question is also very suitable for you."

"We've got the answer, you're just pretending you didn't see it," he said.

Just now Xu Yourong was planning to kill him and then commit suicide.

His answer is, if you really feel you owe Zhou Du|husband and his sister, then do this.

The Demon Palace became quieter and a little cold.

"Who can stay among the people I want to take away?"

Wang Zhice's voice was still so calm and his tone was gentle, but everyone felt the pressure.

After hundreds of years of ups and downs, none of these people except Mr. Tang have seen Wang Zhice's demeanor tonight, but who dares to despise him?

No reason is needed, just his name is enough.

He is the king's strategy.

When he appeared in the Cold Mountain, the Demon Lord retreated, and later in the Snowfield, when he appeared, the Demon Lord was silent.

Not to mention the scene that just happened.

Even if Hei Pao was seriously injured by Shuang Yu's divine spear, even if her mind and body were broken, but Hei Pao's cultivation was destroyed by holding hands. Who in the world could do that?

No one here was his match.

Xu Yourong even knew that Wang Zhice had reservations tonight, so he didn't take action.

She even believed that even if Chen Changsheng and Su Li failed to cut off the space passage, Wang Zhice might have other methods.

Wang Zhice's strength is truly unfathomable.

Just like he said.

Who can keep the people he wants to take away?

"I want to try."

Wang Po walked to the court and said to Wang Zhice.

More than ten years ago, there was a storm in Xunyang City. At that time, Wang Po was already a world-famous master, but he was still far from as powerful as he is now.

At that time, he dared to use the knife on Zhu Luo for Su Li, whom he didn't like.

What's more, now?

During that storm in Xunyang City, there was another person present today.

Chen Changsheng said: "I want to try it too."

As his words fell, the clear light illuminated the night palace, and several heavy treasures rose into the night sky, exuding a sacred and powerful aura.

Star core, dark willow, mountain and river map, outer seal, fallen star stone, bright pestle.

The formation of leaving the palace has been completed.

The divine staff of the state religion appeared in Tang Sanliu's hand again.

"This world is made up of countless living beings. They are not cold stones, made into chess pieces and become part of the games you play."

He said to Wang Zhice: "You should show more respect for those lives that died because of your wife."

It is not enough to abolish your cultivation and confine yourself to a mountain monastery.

More respect means: life for life.

Xiao Zhang walked out holding Shuangyu's magic gun.

Mrs. Tang had no expression on his face.