In the realm of respect, the color of the sky is terrifying. Under the Great Dao Heaven of a world, the sky of the world should be blue, but since the Demon Clan was sealed, the "Wind and Sand Burial Day" exploded, so that the sky of the whole world was dark and became gray. And now, the sky is black, white, very eerie.

Among the Wind Clan, the demon boy looked up at the sky, his blood-colored gaze becoming blurred. "In the dark and daytime, my fate is coming...... It's a pity that I can't even see his color clearly......" The young man's eyes were only dark red and bloody.

The young man took up his steps, greeted the aura of heaven and earth that gathered towards him, and walked step by step.

"My father said, my fate is tribulation, the first calamity, is a fateful calamity. "Cultivators, the lowest level is mortal spirits, and breaking through mortals is the Nine Tribulations Secret Realm. The avenue of this era is the heavenly mourning, and its nine tribulations are one yuan, two yi, three cai, four elephants, five elements, six paths, seven stars, eight trigrams, and nine palaces. This is the system of cultivation under the avenue of this era, in this era, there is always a shadow of heavenly mourning in the life grid, and you can't break free.

To get out of it, you need a little, the unexpected.

"The Mourning ......" In another place of the Wind Clan, in the cabin, the Wind Seventh Ancestor looked panicked, and it was difficult to calm down in his heart. "It really is, the one who mourns......"

On the side, Feng Aotian was also full of surprise, and hurriedly asked, "Seventh Ancestor, is it really a mourning person?"

The Seventh Ancestor's face was cloudy, "I can't be wrong, 'dark and daytime, the fate of the path tribulation', the record left by the ancestors, this is the unique tribulation of the mourning people, how can there be a mistake......?

Feng Aotian was puzzled, "Seventh Ancestor, what's the trouble?"

"Mourning, being abandoned by the avenue of this era-Heavenly Mourning, what kind of person do you say this is? He will carry the resentment of mourning, he is not tolerated by the laws of heaven and earth, and he can't cultivate the system of heavenly mourning, so he can only walk out of a way by himself, and he has to bear the resentment of heavenly mourning in every calamity, which is a calamity that is even more domineering than the demons in his heart......

Feng Aotian was stunned. Is there still a way to repair like this?

The Seventh Ancestor was silent. There is a sentence he didn't say, the one who mourns also abandons this mourning, once his way is cleared, he will be above the heavenly mourning!

The young man stopped his steps, and the withered black knife in his left hand gently slashed out, "This calamity, let's start." ”

The sky finally stopped changing, and as far as the eye could see, it was white. It's, daytime.

The white of the sky quietly froze, and suddenly it flowed like flowing water. Under the day, a white, beating heart appeared out of thin air!

"Fate is the dream that has been destined. It is the fate you choose, and it is also my choice of fate, the cause and effect that is not recognized by heaven and earth, but I prefer it to exist. It's a catastrophe that can't be avoided, and it's also a lifelong commitment. ”

"Fate is my calamity today, the knot in my heart, fate without fate, it is creation, there is a dream without a dream, it is wandering, fate is in my hands, life is in my heart. ”

"My fate is this heart, it is beating, this is its choice. ”

"My fate is destined for me not to see you in this life, your shadow is still connected to my dreams, let me chase, dream a life, smile and regret. ”

"My fate is this road, and since I have stepped on it, it is destined. ”

"Life, cause and effect, shaping love, surviving fate, crossing my heart ......"

In the young man's muttering, it seemed that the flowing white of the sky was gathering in that heart, and the light of the day was gone, and the sky became pitch black, as if it was about to swallow everything. Black sky.

And the white heart, as if after gathering white brilliance, is unusually bright under the dark sky. In the beating, the heart became smaller and smaller, and gradually became like an ordinary human heart. Out of nowhere, a distant song came from nowhere, and the heart began to beat violently, and a flash of light and shadow flashed on it, and then the heart immediately flew into the boy's chest and fused in!

"The real catastrophe is about to begin...... the young man looked at his chest and said to himself in a daze.

The black sky surged, as dreamy as the previous day, like flowing water across the sky, flowing onto the boy's body. The boy stuck the withered black knife in his hand into the ground and closed his eyes.

"Father said, my Yuan Dao Tribulation is short but real, not as good as the ordinary cultivators' One Yuan Tribulation to spend the ninth reincarnation in a dream, causing many cultivators to be changed by the Heavenly Mourning and controlled by the Heavenly Mourning, their Dao, if their hearts are not strong, it is just a false Dao, and the road ahead will inevitably collapse. And my fate, first fate, and then fate. Fate is to be tempered, can endure, is true and eternal, can't stand it, but it is better to abandon this heart and be a ruthless person. Father said, I am my own fate, he mourns heavenly, and he is not worthy of being above me!"

The young man seemed to be babbling, and a domineering intention that shook the world raged, as if he was going to break this day, break this catastrophe, break this day, and respect me!

"How come! Demon Zhantian's domineering heart?" in the cabin, it was Feng Aotian who exclaimed.

"Demon Zhantian?" the Seventh Ancestor's face was solemn, "......The current clan leader of the Demon Clan?"

At this time, the young man opened his eyes, and his eyes were no longer dim, but a dark swirl of light kept turning, full of dominating the world, domineering!

"Destiny, under the inscription, this is up to me. The black sky, the flowing black was swallowed in the young man's eyes.

"Destiny, under the inscription, this fate, I will find ......" In the chest, the violent heartbeat stopped, and the white heart blended into it.

Between heaven and earth, that special aura gradually disappeared. A catastrophe is gone.