Destiny grinds!

At the foot of Buzhou Mountain, some strong people exclaimed, looking at the fate mill contained in the purple qi, it was difficult for them to control their momentum.

"Such a powerful luck trend, it actually protected its fate and was not crushed by the millstone, and the purple qi was magnificent, so there is no guess!"

"The millstone of fate, turning the heavens, the broken life grid is only in a moment, how many emperors have broken here, and the emperor road has turned into ashes. ”

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The patriarch of the Minshan clan looked in the direction of the purple qi battle platform in his eyes, and looked at the big grinding disc that appeared on top of Qingyang Huan's head, with an indescribable incomprehension.

"Is it really the old man's mistake? He has to join the WTO in order to regain the glory of his ancestors. ”

The Minshan clan has been in hiding for many years, but the stable life has not restored the strength of the clan, but has made the clansmen a little corrupted under the comfort, leaving only the glory of the ancestors all day long, and the ancestors live with their mouths closed.

The magnificent momentum gathered on Qingyang Huan's body is as brilliant as the sun, and everyone is awakened by the scorching sun, which cannot be compared to the eternal times.

The momentum of the warrior needs to be gathered with blood conquest, perhaps this momentum is invisible, but it really exists, which is enough to affect everyone.

For example, an invincible general who has gone through a hundred battles can be detected from afar by the killing shrouded in his body, and those who are weak can directly scare his courage.

At this moment, Qingyang Huan killed a godless realm with a single spear, and it was clear from the expressions in the eyes of the surrounding kings that they were frightened.

This is the momentum, enough to surrender without a fight.

Bang!

The fate mill on the top of Qingyang Huan's head slowly turned, evolving the scenery of Qiankun, and thousands of purple lights fell, sheltering his body.

The purple qi rolled and fell, allowing him to quickly recover the blood and spiritual power he had previously consumed because of the suppression of the Lord of the Hai Clan.

No matter how big the grinding goes, he doesn't have the slightest fear.

The Fate Mill is a catastrophe in the long river of fate, for the strong who is about to be promoted to the Emperor Realm, if fate is no match for the Mill Disc and is crushed into the depths of the Mill by it, then there will be a danger of shattering the soul of life.

The soul is shattered, and the natural throne is hopeless.

With the grinding disc lying across his head, Qing Yanghuan's eyes were slightly closed, breathing the momentum on his body, and the purple qi descended from the will of the human race, like the purest spiritual power in heaven and earth, was repairing his battle body.

If he wants to be promoted to the Emperor Realm, he naturally wants to restore himself to the peak of his life, so the purple qi gathers and constantly submerges into his body, and he sits on the purple qi battle platform, motionless like a mountain.

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"The blood of an emperor realm is enough to establish the authority of the palace master of the God King Palace. ”

In the Heavenly Palace, King Wen squinted his eyes, staring at Qingyang Huan, who was suspended above his head and surrounded by purple qi, and said.

"The little guy back then has grown into a giant in just a few hundred years, and the real world is unpredictable. ”

King Wen's words, the Martial King on the side did not refute, but softly echoed.

According to the ancient inheritance, the palace master of the Divine King Palace is indeed the same as the human emperor, and he is the ruler of the human race's luck warriors.

In addition to the human emperor and the heavenly warriors, the luck warriors in the God King's Palace can also fight with luck and luck.

"Old fellow, did you expect all this? ”

Thinking of this, King Wu's eyes rolled and glanced at the figure next to him, he clearly knew that the background of the old guy next to him was a mysterious shaman.

"Fate, who can tell?"

"Hmph, pretend to be a ghost!" King Wu snorted coldly.

"The appearance of the Divine King Palace will inevitably cause a stir within my human race, who are the people who can forge the title of luck?"

"That's naturally a warrior who has made meritorious contributions to the human race, at the big one is to protect the race, and to say the small one is to kill the hostile alien race, but they are all good men. ”

"Yes, all of them are militants, unruly people, maybe there is a bit of a deviation in saying this, they are all good men. ”

sighed, King Wen's eyes showed a touch of meaning, it is impossible to be warlike and unable to be rewarded with the dark will of humanity in the difficult years of humane will, and condense the title of luck.

"Such a group of people is not easy to lead, everything is difficult at the beginning, at the beginning of the re-establishment of the God King Palace, killing an emperor realm can be regarded as establishing prestige. ”

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Boom!

No matter what happened to the four sides of the mountain, Qingyang Huan, who was sitting on the purple qi battle platform, was silent for three days and three nights, and between the rotation of the fate mill above his head, there was a roar, and every sound was like the sound of the sky.

Airplanes!

When the morning sun sprinkled from beyond the distant continent, the purple light came hundreds of millions of miles from the east, and the brilliant purple qi that fell from the top of Buzhou Mountain converged, Qingyang Huan's closed eyes suddenly opened.

Boom!

One after another, the divine chains wandering in the purple qi suddenly exploded, and in the purple light, a figure that was the same as his body appeared, standing above the Great Mill of Destiny.

There was a purple light in his soul, and he had the protection of the purple qi from the human race, and it was difficult to shake it even if the suction force of fate grinded the sky.

Thundered!

The next moment, the Soul stretched out two big hands and grabbed towards the Great Mill of Destiny.

What the!

"It can't be!"

Accompanied by the two hands of Qingyang Huan's life soul, they made contact with the fate chart, like the sound of the sky exploding, and the divine light that burst out also illuminated the horrified eyes of the kings of the four directions.

He turned out to be fateful.

Under the horror of the kings, Qingyang Huan, like a giant who moved mountains and mountains in ancient legends, grabbed a huge grinding plate, raised it high, and threw it towards the endless void.

"Thief, this is too ruthless, and the mill of fate is too shameless. ”

"It's crazy. ”

Whoa!

The millstone of fate was thrown high, and it smashed heavily into nothingness, and the sound of the waves that turned the sky sounded, and the waves were crystal clear.

A magnificent and boundless river of destiny was derived, originating from the end of heaven and earth, stretching for hundreds of millions of miles, washing the starry sky.

The millstone of fate smashed into the long river, and the waves quickly disappeared without a trace.

Airplanes!

Without waiting for everyone in the Quartet to react, a large pillar of purple light on Qing Yanghuan's body rushed into the sky, traversing the heavens and the earth, and directly crashed into the chaotic world.

The Purple Qi Pillar is like an ancient giant, guarding the shaking heaven and earth in all directions for Qingyang Huan.

"Humane Protection!"

At this moment, there was an undulating sound in the four directions of heaven and earth, and the ancient, majestic and noble aura swept the heaven and earth like an ocean.

On Qingyang Huan's body, a purple lotus sprouted, straight into the sky, rooted in the long river of fate, the soul and the purple lotus fused into one, and the purple lotus bloomed, and a purple star appeared in the lotus heart, full of mottled convex pits.

Destiny Stars!

For a while, even the powerhouses of the Godless Realm were moved, the stars of fate, this is where the wheel of life is, and it is related to the future path of martial arts.

Whoa!

The long river of fate set off a big wave, wave after wave, in the crystal waves, a Dao talisman manifested, and then thousands of Dao talismans floated out.

The Chaos Dao Talisman manifested, starting from the long river of fate, connected from end to end, outlined into a series of black light Dao dragons, and went straight into the ninefold clouds.

Wow!

Dao light one after another, undulating in the waves, drowning in the long river of fate, Qingyang Huan, his fingertips were concluding black light, and the chaotic Dao talisman poured out like a heavenly river.

"Twenty-nine counts. ”

Looking at the black light dragons, surrounded by the outside, the eyes of the strong were filled with black light.

Eighteen Dao Runes Long Dragon, each of which was made up of 100 million Chaos Dao Runes, and eighteen 1.8 billion Chaos Dao Runes were several times more than when he first started to conclude Dao Runes.

Eighteen Dao Fu dragons surrounded the purple lotus and went straight to the starry sky, intertwined and concluded outside the lotus heart star, turning into a towering emperor.

The throne is suspended in the air, only under the chaos of the heavens, majestic as a god, under the throne of the lotus shadow swaying, purple air turns, turning into clouds.

Airplanes!

In an instant, there were bursts of Dao sounds in the void, ten thousand ways appeared, nine colors, lurking under the emperor's throne, and the ancient law gods engraved in the laws of the Great Dao all bowed to them and let out a whimper.

In the life star carried on the throne, a hazy figure loomed.

Thundered!

In an instant, at the moment when the hazy figure manifested, a divine thunder exploded between heaven and earth, and the purple lightning in the sky was like thunder for hundreds of millions of miles, like an ambilight that swept through the void.

"Emperor Tribulation!"

The chaos was torn apart, and a cloud of black light was derived, and the black gas was daunting, and the supreme thunder was born in it.

There is only one imperial calamity, and those who cross it live, and the road leads to the sky, but they can't die, and the body dies.

Boom!

However, at this moment, the heavens and the earth had a shocking divine light manifest in an instant, and the Dao sound traversed the nine heavens and ten earths, condensing into the emperor's Chaos Dao Fu Zheng Ming, and re-manifesting into eighteen Chaos Dao Dragons.

On the battle platform, Qingyang Huan got up, swayed up, his big hand was weak, eighteen divine lights converged in his hand, and a war spear reflected the heavens.

Boom!

The sonorous sound spread all over the world, even if it was a powerhouse of the Emperor Realm of the same level, the same vague reflection in his heart removed this world-shattering war spear, and he felt a chill behind his back.

What the!

"He's crazy!"

When he stabilized his mind, an old emperor in the east exclaimed.

At this moment, the warriors of the Quartet saw that a purple-robed figure reflected the heavens, lifting a spear to strike across the universe, straight into the chaos, and wanted to break the emperor tribulation.

Qingyang Huan's figure was like electricity, and he crashed into the black emperor tribulation in the sky with his life star, the sky was thundering, as if there was a big dragon dancing, the heavens and the earth were shaking, and the supreme qi was rushing into the sky, and each one was like a heavenly knife cutting through nothingness.

Thundered!

The heavens and the earth roared up and down the nine heavens, as if the heavens and the earth were drowned in the thunder, and one after another thick divine thunder fell, which was even larger than the god Yue, but it was cut off by the war spear.

For a while, the top and bottom of Buzhou Mountain were illuminated by thunder, and the heavenly divine thunder was gradually shrunk by a big hand, and finally revealed the purple robe, standing against the wind.

Rise!

The Heavenly Dao turned into a dragon, and once again turned into eighteen Dao lights to conclude the emperor's throne, this time the figure on the emperor's throne was completely condensed, like Qingyang Huan.

Qingyang Huan's figure gradually fused his life and soul, sitting on the throne, stepping on his fate, and ten thousand ways were dormant.

Hiss!

Crashing into the emperor's tribulation, the emperor's throne was hanging high, and for a while, the whole mountain was in all directions, with a pair of eyes with horror and complex eyes, staring at the emperor shadow in the sky.

Even the wind howling between heaven and earth was frozen, and it was ...... Two Interest......

"I've seen Emperor Qingyang. ”

Finally, in the distance of Buzhou Mountain, a king spoke out, followed by the sound of the king's worship.