Opening Puncher Royal Body

Fate is long and mighty.

It is eternal and immortal.

All beings cannot escape the control of fate.

But there are exceptions, as long as you successfully jump out of the long river of fate, you will not be at the mercy of fate.

Xia Chen is the one who singled out someone other than fate.

Now, he is about to enter the source of destiny, to meet for a while the destiny that is above all living beings.

The mystery of fate is about to be revealed.

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At this time, downstream of fate, there is an ancient ship slowly upstream.

This is the ancient ship of the era.

At the bow of the boat, Xia Chen, the avatar of fate, and Qinglin, a member of the Nuwa tribe.

The three of them stood here looking at the upstream of fate, and the more they went up, the more depressed and uneasy they felt.

That is the oppression from fate, and all living beings have this feeling.

"You really want to challenge fate?"

As a member of the Nuwa tribe, Qinglin knew the horror of fate the most.

She reminded cautiously: "Fate is a taboo in the great chaos, and even the Pangu people were once planted in the hands of fate."

"My Nuwa family is bound by fate for generations and cannot be free."

"Nothing that touches fate has a good outcome."

She warned repeatedly.

But Xia Chen didn't hear a word.

If he wants to solve this powerful black hand hidden in Chaos Sea, he must cut off this hand, otherwise Chaos Sea will not be able to be controlled by him.

Destiny, the most black hand in the Chaos Sea, Xia Chen must be eradicated.

There is also a black hand, which is the parent body of the system. The existence of the system parent body has not been found yet, otherwise Xia Chen would have solved it long ago.

Now officially face the fate, cut it off, make it unable to touch the Chaos Sea, and break the bondage of fate on the Chaos Sea.

"Didn't you say that in the great chaos, the Pangu clan ranks first?"

Xia Chen looked at her sideways, with a hint of doubt in his tone.

As the No. 1 Pangu clan, they were actually planted in the hands of fate?

Qinglin smiled bitterly: "It's not false to be ranked first, but the Pangu people are still planted in the hands of fate, which is enough to see how terrible fate is."

"As powerful as the Pangu clan, they are all played by fate. If you touch fate now, there will be no good results."

"I advise you to give up this idea. After all, if you really meet your destiny, you will have nowhere to hide when you reach the Chaos Sea."

She had a serious warning look on her face.

Xia Chen fell into deep thought and did not answer.

Back off?

impossible!

Xia Chen's dictionary does not contain the word "backward", only to face difficulties and move forward.

Anything that stands in his way, no matter what it is, will be destroyed.

Fate is no exception.

"It's blocking my way and has to be eradicated."

He raised his head suddenly, a look of determination in his eyes.

This made Qinglin sigh a little, but after all, he was unable to dissuade him.

The person in front of him is like a dazzling star, blazing with blazing light all the way, without fear.

This made her seem to see the shadow of a great existence.

"You are very similar to the Pangu people."

She suddenly spoke up.

Xia Chen said in surprise: "I look like the Pangu clan?"

"Yes." Qinglin looked at him seriously and said, "The Pangu tribe is as fearless as you. Perhaps this is the reason why the Pangu tribe is strong."

"perhaps you're right."

Speaking of this, Qinglin suddenly realized something, and a different kind of demeanor appeared on his face.

Her eyes were burning, and she realized a temperament from Xia Chen's body, which was a kind of self-confidence, strong, not afraid of hardships and dangers, and never yielding will.

"It's not just a fate, what's so scary?"

Xia Chen smiled dumbly and said, "No matter what it is, if it blocks my way, then it will all be destroyed."

"You clone." Qinglin looked at the fate clone who had been silent beside him.

Being mentioned, he turned his head with a faint smile and nodded slightly.

"His name is Destiny, so you should be very clear that there is no room for reconciliation between me and Destiny, there is no him without me."

Xia Chen's tone was calm, as if telling a simple matter.

"destiny?"

Qinglin's face changed slightly, and he suddenly understood.

No wonder Xia Chen was able to master the power of destiny. It turned out that he opened up the avenue of destiny and created a clone of destiny.

In this way, there is really no way to reconcile, there can only be one between him and fate.

After all, there is only one destiny, the only one.

Anyone who steals the power of the Dao of Destiny will usher in the destruction of destiny.

This is simply the kind that touches the core of fate, the kind that never ends.

Therefore, Xia Chen took the initiative to come to solve the trouble.

"No wonder." She understood, no more words.

Since it is all for this sake, only by solving the fate can we truly gain freedom.

"This long river is not the mainstream."

Qinglin glanced at the mighty river around him and said.

She opened her mouth to remind: "Fate covers almost the entire chaos, and the sea of ​​​​hundreds of millions of chaos has a tributary of fate."

"The long river of destiny in front of us is the tributary of this Chaos Sea, and its source comes from the mainstream destiny branches of the Great Chaos."

This explanation made Xia Chen gradually have a vague degeneration.

Learn more about the ins and outs of fate.

It seems that the power of fate is somewhat beyond his imagination.

However, what we are facing now is not the deity of destiny, but the incarnation of the source of a tributary.

As long as it is solved, the connection between the source and the great chaos is cut off, and the source of destiny here is swallowed, and the destiny clone can be achieved.

In this way, only in the future can you escape the detection and perception of fate in the great chaos.

This is Xia Chen's ultimate goal. Destroying destiny is just a process, and obtaining the source of destiny is the real goal.

"My deity, it's coming."

At this time, the fate avatar's expression became solemn, and he opened his mouth to remind.

The two stopped talking and looked up.

I saw the upper reaches of the long river, an unknown land, the endless source of destiny was rolling and boiling, turning into a mighty torrent.

There is the source of destiny.

"Epoch, you have crossed the border."

Suddenly, a voice came from the source of fate.

Indifference, emptiness, gives a feeling of emptiness.

As if it doesn't exist, but it really does exist.

Xia Chen and the three looked solemn, and they were about to face their fate. What kind of existence was He?

For fate, he still has too many mysteries and puzzles.

Facing fate now naturally has a sense of solemnity and solemnity, a sense of solemnity that has never been seen before.

"Era, I allow you to drift in the long river of fate, but it is not the reason for you to offend the deity."

"Go back, or sleep forever."

From the source came the voice of fate again.

That indifferent voice did not contain a trace of emotion, and it was a bit colder than Tianzu.

Xia Chen's expression became more and more solemn, and he couldn't capture the aura and position of fate.

This is serious.

Fate, powerful and terrible, is somewhat beyond imagination and expectation.

"No, you are not Era."

Suddenly, the voice from the source came again.

Destiny noticed the difference, and did not sense the breath of the era, but a strange and powerful breath, which made him feel threatened.

"Epoch is dead?"

The source boiled, and a mysterious wave came.

Xia Chen was shocked and caught that special and mysterious wave.

The will of fate swept across and was perceived by him.

"Hey, it turned out to be a person who stole the power of the deity."

"An ant, dare to blaspheme the deity?"

Feeling the existence of the destiny clone, the powerful will in the source revealed a trace of anger.

Someone stole the power of his way.

"Fate, show up to fight."

Xia Chen stepped out, and his voice was directly transmitted to the source of fate.

Swish!

At this time, the destiny clone came to the side with a portal hanging over its head, and the two stepped into the source of destiny step by step.

Only the Nuwa people, Qinglin, stayed on the ancient ship of the Era and watched the scene in front of her nervously.

Xia Chen and the clone step into the source of the long river of fate together, and they have to fight fate.

This battle is to solve the threat of destiny, but also to snatch the sovereignty of the avenue of destiny.

In the battle of winning the Dao, either you die or I die.

"Fate, come to fight!"

A loud drink.

Xia Chen broke out suddenly, and the hundreds of millions of chaos in his body vented at the same time, and he accumulated a powerful force and punched into the source of destiny.

The battle of fate has begun.