God Emperor

The God of Nu Tian is the son of the Great Lord Fudo Mingwang and Yin Xuetian, and the grandfather of the wonderful Zen girl. He has an extraordinary status both in the Temple of Destiny and in the Nether Clan.

Since he was the one who brought Huang Yanchen's ghost back from Netherworld Purgatory to Destiny Mountain, it couldn't be a coincidence.

The God of Angry Sky must know something.

With his cultivation level, he would definitely be able to discern the secret and origin of a ghost.

Prajna looked at the four strange scenes around him and knew that in this small space, all the secrets of heaven were covered up by Zhang Ruochen. This is the small world of a god, and outsiders cannot penetrate it no matter how advanced they are.

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 Destiny Mountain, but I was a monk in the Kunlun world in my previous life, and he should know the secret of going from the gate of hell to the netherworld purgatory. "

"When we first met, he asked me why I came to hell. Although I didn't say anything, I knew that all my thoughts and feelings could not be hidden from his eyes. At that time, I only felt that those were a pair of The brightest eyes in the world, in front of those eyes, all hiding is in vain."

Zhang Ruochen stared at her with deep and tender eyes and said, "So, why did you come to the hell world?"

"The Supreme Being has escaped from confinement a long time ago, but you chose to stay and continue to put yourself in danger. Obviously you did not come to the hell world to save the Supreme Being. In other words, there is more than just this reason."

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

Zhang Ruochen's last words made Prajna resist, saying: "I am no longer the Huang Yanchen of the past, let alone the ghost in the netherworld and purgatory."

Zhang Ruochen knew that he had used his strength in the wrong place. He should not even mention the words "peeping into the heart", which would have the opposite effect. He apologized: "I'm sorry! I was too eager!"

Prajna shook his head gently, with a look of pain on his eyebrows, and said: "You are not wrong, it was me... it was my concealment that caused the gap and contradiction between us. This was not the case."

Mu Lingxi saw that what was supposed to be a happy meeting turned into such a sad expression, so he smiled as if the iceberg had melted: "Since you have realized your mistakes, let's talk it out all at once. , No more hiding, no more trouble for the other party. I brought wine, brewed by the wine madman, I think the old guy’s winemaking skills are getting better and better!"

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

With wine, how can we miss a pot of sheep head soup?

"Gululu!"

In the cauldron, the soup is as white as ice, like chalcedony.

The aroma is strong and appetizing, and even those who are as reserved as Prajna pick up the spoon to drink it. Then he picked up the chopsticks and picked out the pieces of meat in the cauldron.

They only thought that the soup was delicious, the meat was smooth and tender, and their cheeks were swollen after eating it. They quickly forgot about their previous unhappiness. Naturally, he didn't know how much terrifying energy this mutton and mutton soup contained. He could only feel a stream of heat surging through his body, and glowing light steaming from his skin.

Beads of sweat dripped from Prajna's forehead. He gradually stopped using his chopsticks and said seriously: "Actually, it's not that I want to escape all the time. The truth is really too scary and too disappointing."

"Before, I would never have dared to say it."

"But over the years, we have been bumpy and bumpy along the way. We have experienced too many deaths and created miracles again and again, which makes me believe that maybe fate is not invincible."

"Man can conquer nature, perhaps it is not a self-deceiving slogan."

"Before, I was afraid that telling the truth would break Brother Chen's Daoist heart and shake Brother Chen's spiritual state of mind. But now, I have full confidence in Brother Chen. Because, even in the most difficult and desperate moments, Brother Chen has never given up. His tenacity cannot be defeated by fate. "

"When Brother Chen broke through the final tribulation of life and death in Xinghuan Tiancan, returned from death, and stepped into the divine realm again, I knew that nothing in the world could stop you!"

"Wow!"

The thought of Prajna moved.

Thoughts condensed into light and shadow, manifesting in the palace of the past.

Huang Yanchen was standing by the sparkling Fate Pond.

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

He stood in the void, holding Shen Yuan, with a fierce and peerless sword intent on his body. From his expression, he knew he had encountered a formidable enemy. His long hair was flying back, and the skin on his body was falling off.

Ahead, an infinitely huge hand flew out of the darkness. In an instant, large worlds were destroyed, countless stars burned like grains of sand, and all the creatures in the universe howled and begged under the doomsday.

At this time, the flesh and blood on Zhang Ruochen's body was already scorched black, but he still struck out with the sword without hesitation.

This sword cut through the sky and the earth and separated the sea of ​​​​stars, but it still only blocked the big hand for a moment.

Shen Yuan exploded and turned into fragments, while his body turned into dust.

…

The light and shadow dispersed, and the palace was extremely silent.

The soup in the cauldron is still cooking.

Mu Lingxi shed tears silently. She no longer had any appetite, and her heart was as heavy as iron.

What about gods?

Gods also have feelings.

When there is love, there will be tears.

Prajna said bitterly: "Over the past few years, the scene in the fateful pool has appeared in my mind every day, lingering like a nightmare, making people miserable but helpless."

Zhang Ruochen grabbed her hand and held it tightly.

If you don't care too much, why would you be in pain?

If the love is not too deep, why can't you let go?

Just because I want to change the life of the one I love, even if I know I am overestimating my abilities, I still have no hesitation and embark on this road of no return.

Even though people are grassy and grassy, ​​their leaves still point to the sky!

Although Zhang Ruochen had already guessed and had learned some information from Chi Yao, he was not completely untouched, but he would not show it on his face.

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

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

Mu Lingxi said: "Sister Chen, when you practice the way of destiny, have you ever found any flaws in destiny? Maybe the so-called destiny is just a deduction? Or is everything in the destiny pool itself an illusion? Is someone deliberately playing tricks on you? cheat?"

Prajna said: "I have doubts about fate, so I must practice the way of fate and understand the true meaning of fate. Since the power of the Fate Pond comes from fate, then I must come to the Temple of Destiny."

Zhang Ruochen suddenly laughed, stretched out his hand to wipe the beads of sweat from her forehead, and said, "You are so stupid and naive! You actually believe in the Fate Pond. If you don't believe it, it can't determine anything at all!"

Prajna shook his head and said: "You have to believe it. I have absolute confidence that everything in the pool of destiny is absolutely true."

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

"Is it the Queen?"

Prajna seems to have already guessed.

Mu Lingxi stared calmly, because she knew very well that Queen Chi Yao's position in Zhang Ruochen's heart could not be replaced by anyone who came after her.

Whether it is the hatred before or the love now.

Zhang Ruochen knew the answer, which made Prajna and Mu Lingxi sad, but he still told it, saying: "What I saw in the fate pool was that I killed Yaoyao, took away her cultivation, and thus stepped into the divine realm. territory."

"If I have been blinded by hatred, this is very likely to be the tragic ending for the two of us. She will not tell the truth, and I will not be merciful. In the end, I practiced the "Ming King Sutra" and became the great master. It’s a lonely road destined to regret for the rest of your life.”

"I believe that the only things that fate can control are the hatred, paranoia, and extreme emotions in my heart. When I can defeat myself and reason overpowers everything, fate will have no effect."

"Human will is the key to changing destiny!"

"Since the fate pool cannot determine the fate of Yaoyao I saw, then everything you saw can be completely avoided. Besides, my fate may have been determined the moment I gave up my cultivation and realized the Wuji Divine Way. change direction."

"Is that true?" Prajna said.

"Time is long, life and death have their own destiny. Everyone will die, this is an unchanging destiny. But how to die, I want to choose myself!" Zhang Ruochen stood up, his eyes were deep, and said: "Destiny, it has no say!"

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

Zhang Ruochen stretched out and said: "So, it is very possible that the Fate Pool is really an illusion. I can't only care about Yaoyao. I care about every one of you."

"snort!"

Prajna looked disdainful, but his heart melted uncontrollably and he believed Zhang Ruochen's lies.

After all, a woman only believes what she wants to believe.

Although Zhang Ruochen tried his best to appear indifferent and indifferent, Mu Lingxi's worries were still not gone and she asked: "Sister Chen, why do you firmly believe that everything in the Destiny Pond is true?"

Prajna said: "Because the Fate Pond is the light of the Fate Mirror. The Fate Mirror was made by successive generations of sages in the Kunlun world. Finally, it was refined for the last time by the Fudo Ming King. It contains the divine energy and power of the ancestors. Ancestor Rules.”

"What's even more terrifying is that it carries a lot of mysteries of fate. At its peak, it contained more than half of the mysteries 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, right? In ancient times, in order to sacrifice the Mirror of Destiny so that it could possess powerful enough power of destiny, the Great Master climbed onto the Divine Mountain of Destiny and stepped onto it. Shattered the Temple of Destiny and took away the secrets in the temple."

"Even after two great catastrophes, the Mirror of Fate still contains a lot of mysteries of fate, second only to the current Temple of Destiny."

"Your Majesty will not do such things by force."

Zhang Ruochen knew the allusion of "The King Ming lost his jade pearl while sitting in meditation". It can be seen that even if the great master wants to get something again, he must have his own rules for doing things.

"Yes, the gatekeeper of Guimen Pass told this story. There is indeed a deeper reason for this. Guimen Pass is the mirror of fate." Prajna said.

Zhang Ruochen pondered deeply and suddenly asked: "You just said that the Fate Mirror has experienced two great tribulations. What do you mean? Did it happen after the Great Master disappeared from the world?"

Prajna said: "Ten Yuanhui ago, after the Great Lord disappeared, the Mirror of Destiny was inherited by the Holy Monk Xumi. Hmm... how to put it? If we want to trace this matter, we have to look at the mysterious case of the theft of the Seventy-Two-Rank Lotus. Talk about it!”