The long river of fate is in an uproar, rolling up the waves crystal clear, and each wave is flashing with a magnificent picture scroll, deriving a long painting of time and space, in which the human race, the blood race, the demon race, the bone race, and the holy race appear...... and even the figure of a warrior of any race in the heavens.

Even if it is powerful to a half-step sage, there is also a trajectory of fate in the long river of fate, which is the most mysterious avenue of fate, throughout the ages, except for those mysterious shamans, few strong people dare to set foot in fate.

The taboo of fate hides the secret of the life of the heavens.

Airplanes!

The illusory emperor seat is suspended on the long river of fate, and a magnificent starry sky world is opened above the emperor's throne, the starry sky is vast, and a life star hangs high in the center, and a divine shadow sits in the life star, and the appearance is the same as Qingyang Huan.

The roaring waves, the majestic imperial throne, and the miraculous life star passed on Qingyanghuan's ears and eyes, making him almost cry, not excited, but too supportive.

The magnificent humane qi luck poured like a heavenly river, and the purple qi fell down one after another like a great river, and the purple qi true dragon hovering outside him let out a high dragon groan again and again.

The Purple Qi True Dragon continued to condense all its body, the size of a hundred zhang, and every dragon scale on its body flashed with scorching purple light, and the simple and mysterious lines were engraved on the dragon scales, each of which exuded a mysterious aura.

Of course, this is not the most important thing, the most important thing is that the true dragon of luck did not skyrocket horizontally under the washing of the purple qi of luck, but there was a tendency to gain weight vertically, and the slender dragon body became bloated, just like a big snake that was eating support.

Rise!

This is simply embarrassing my fat dragon.

Qingyang Huan's eyes kept flowing, trying his best not to look at the long river of fate, but it was too tempting to be suspended in the river god seat.

The more I don't look at this moment, I don't know why, the more the light in the corner of my eye drifts towards the long river of fate.

Between the undulating waves on the long river of fate, the magnificent and boundless imperial throne rises and falls, and thousands of ways lie dormant under the imperial seat, and the shape of a fierce god engraved in the mysteries of Taoism is like a docile calf, bowing his head and letting out bursts of whimpering.

For a while, it seemed that as long as he stepped on this throne, Wan Dao would surrender under his feet.

A breath of temptation lingered in Qingyanghuan's heart.

Come up, ascend to the throne of God, and be the emperor of heaven and earth!

Above the kings, control the four poles of the universe, and subdue hundreds of millions of people.

In a trance, Qing Yanghuan saw the emperor's throne floating in the waves of fate trembled slightly, and suddenly an emperor road formed by ten thousand paths spread out, extending from the emperor's throne to his feet.

Come on.

In an instant, he felt an invisible force behind him, pushing him to step on the path of God and go towards the great throne.

Stop it!

Stop it!

Qingyang Huan's eyes were filled with the illusory throne, and there was still the last trace of clarity in the depths of his pupils.

He tried his best to plunge his feet into the depths of the Ruins World and stop his progress, but he found that he couldn't stop at all, and his body seemed to be fascinated, wanting to ascend to the throne in front of him and control everything.

Airplanes!

For a moment, a trace of dark aura appeared in the blue light scorching battle soul in the spiritual world.

This wisp of black qi came from nowhere, as if it appeared out of thin air, and in an instant, it split into thousands of branches, intertwined into a large black net, and began to erode his battle spirit like a maggot on a tarsal bone.

"The throne is just around the corner, what are you hesitating about!"

"Twenty years of emperors, how can there be a surprise of the emperor now, stepping on the throne, the fate of the stars will be naturally concluded, and the reincarnation will be completed and so on, and when the time comes, the heavens and all the worlds will circulate your myth. ”

"What else do you need to hesitate about, billions of people, who doesn't peep at the emperor's throne, the emperor's road is in front of him, if you don't take it, the sky will be angry. ”

"Ascend to the throne, condense the emperor's record, and spread the name to the heavens!"

"Come on......"

......

Qing Yanghuan felt that he had exploded, and the thought in the spiritual world was his own, and he divided two thoughts, which was a trend towards the development of nerves.

At this moment, because his divine soul spirit did not successfully survive the six realms of reincarnation, the hidden danger finally emerged.

Even if it is a half-step saint, he is concerned, not to mention that he is a king, seven emotions and six desires are the characteristics of life, and it is precisely because of desire that a martial artist can not be satisfied, and will continue to cultivate and seize according to his own desires.

The spirit crosses the six realms of reincarnation not to wipe out the seven emotions and six desires, but to let one's lust be controlled, martial arts is not too forgetful, this is not martial arts but immortal paths.

In the spiritual world, from the surface to the depths, his battle spirit was all impacted by black lines like maggots on tarsal bones, like fine cracks covered on fine porcelain, densely packed, and very frightened.

"Ascend to your uncle's throne, I am you, you are me, I am hanging, you can live. ”

Uncle Qingyang was furious, completely angered by the sound of temptation intertwined with the spiritual world, and broke out in silence.

With a roar, all the illusions in the spiritual world were swept away in an instant, like clouds and rain, all the spiritual fluctuations that popped out disappeared, and the black qi attached to the battle spirit melted like rain and snow.

All the nonsense in the previous spiritual world was just his own hidden desires in his heart, and in the past, he was able to control his whole body, so naturally these desires were suppressed in the deepest part of his heart.

Under the impact of humanity and luck, these distracting thoughts that pressed on the bottom of my heart were infinitely amplified and came out to make waves.

Of course, in the wilderness of mountains and seas, this kind of scene is called going mad.

Martial artists who go mad will generally play themselves to death, and those who do not die will also be devoured by the distracting thoughts that arise in their hearts and become demons.

Temporarily suppressing the distracting thoughts of running out of his heart to make waves, Qingyang Huan's eyes looked at the purple qi that fell above his head again, and at this moment, the fat purple qi true dragon was almost unable to fly.

The body is bloated like a fat snake, which is going to die.

Could it be that he wants to become the first luck god king of the human race to be killed by luck.

The most important thing at the moment is how to place so much luck purple qi, he can't eat it, and if he eats it, I'm afraid he really has to ascend to the throne in advance.

And then

Ascend to Bliss.

"Ah Huan, Ah Huan, the reincarnation gate reincarnation gate. ”

In the distance, the turtle buxian jumped up and down shouting, the four little short legs were crawling in a hurry, no matter how he shouted, he couldn't shout Qingyanghuan, and his spiritual will couldn't catch Qingyanghuan's fluctuations.

As a great turtle, he had already discovered that this luck was too much, and he didn't see what the slender luck real dragon had become, this was the fattest dragon that the turtle master had ever seen.

"Quickly repair the reincarnation gate!"

The turtle is not immortal's little short legs crawling in a few zhang radius, and he can't wait to climb directly on Qingyang Huan, but unfortunately Qingyang Huan is shrouded in an invisible purple light, and he can't get close to him at all.

"It's over, it's over, it's over, the first person to be killed by luck can be regarded as famous. ”

Broken thoughts, Gu Buxian tried to get close to Qingyang Huan again.

"The Gate of Reincarnation. ”

Finally, under the thousands of calls of the Turtle Buxian, Qingyang Huan heard his shout, he had imprisoned himself in the spiritual world before, and there was a purple qi of luck outside, so naturally he couldn't hear the voice of the Turtle Buxian.

Turtle Buxian's words immediately made Qing Yanghuan react.

At present, he must give Qi Yun Ziqi an outlet, how can there be any reason to take back the reward that the general trend of humanity has descended, and besides, he does not dare to negotiate terms with the will of the entire human race.

Airplanes!

Then, his mind sank into the spiritual world, and he summoned towards the humane reincarnation gate, and the ancient bronze door flowed with a kind of 'desolate' atmosphere.

He hadn't paid much attention to this kind of breath before, it was even more barren than the ancient times, and it was difficult to describe how old this breath was, after countless years of precipitation.