The two walked around the planet, and finally found the sign left by Dugu Ying, a huge mountain shaped like a wolf's head made of stones. The entrance to the Destiny Blade Secret Realm is thousands of miles east of this mountain.

When I arrived at the ground, it was all yellow sand. Ling Yan'er leaned into the desert, and Shen Nian saw that in the depths of the ground, there was a light cluster condensed by the power of heaven and earth flickering.

Immortals can't discover the power of the Heavenly Dao, and the saints generally don't patronize such a desolate small planet, not to mention that this planet is just an abandoned Middle Thousand World, and the Heavenly Dao is incomplete.

The blade of destiny is in front of you, and with this sword, the True Saint can compete with the Saint King. Ling Yan'er was pleasantly surprised, and her heartbeat increased several times.

She sank to the underground light, a rotating portal of teleportation. Ling Yan'er glanced at Arolan and entered the light gate.

Luo Lan didn't know what Ling Yan'er was doing in there, and he didn't know what the place would be? He had been cautious all his life, and after hesitating for a while, he couldn't resist his love for Ling Yan'er, and he also got into the light gate.

Coming out of the light portal, there were thousands of doors in all directions, each with a serial number and a different number.

Duguying said that the secret realm is "five in and three out", which means that there are "five" numbers for the next entrance, and "three" numbers for the return entrance. Ling Yan'er pushed open room five and walked in.

When Arolan followed, there was no more Ling Yan'er. He looked at the dense room in front of him, but he didn't know which one to go.

When Ling Yan'er entered room five, she felt as if she had stepped into the Asura Hell, and the surrounding environment startled her. There are ghost fires everywhere, the wind is fierce, and the ghost screams and roars are vivid.

There were countless ghost fires fluttering in the air, and countless human and animal bones were paved into dozens of narrow paths stretching into the distance.

Ling Yan'er didn't know who built this secret realm, and the dozens of forest and white bone roads were undoubtedly paved with the bones of living beings in this world. The resentment and evil spirit floating in the air may be condensed by the resentment in the heart when the living beings are killed.

There are no numbers marked here, and Ling Yan'er is in a difficult situation, not knowing which bone road to put her feet on.

The ghosts and demons floating in the air sensed the breath of the living and rushed towards Ling Yan'er. Ling Yan'er True Saint Realm, how can she care about these low-level yin evils, a power of heaven and earth condensed into a raging fire, burning the entire space clean.

There were no ghosts, resentments, and gloom, and the surroundings suddenly brightened. Looking closely at the white bone road, Ling Yan'er gradually found that on each bone road, the shape of the white bones stacked faintly resembled a number.

There are many bone paths, and there is no number five, only a fifteen number bone path. Ling Yan'er's true holy body is immortal and indestructible, so she no longer hesitated when she chose it, and embarked on the fifteenth bone path.

Coming out of the bone path, suddenly the space changed, and thousands of teleportation light gates appeared in the sky. Each portal is preceded by a set of numbers, ranging from tens to thousands.

Ling Yan'er glanced at it, and there was only one light gate with a number of two hundred and fifteen, and the mantissa with a five. There is no more five in the other light gate numbers.

This is a big watershed, if you choose the wrong light gate, you will not know where you will be transported to the universe, and you may not be able to return here for many years.

Ling Yan'er entered every time she was on the number five, passed through dozens of spaces and light gates, and finally arrived at a glorious world.

In this space, a three-foot long sword is flying. The long sword was colorful, as if it had spirituality, sensing Ling Yan'er's entry, and stabbing at Ling Yan'er with the momentum of wind and thunder.

Ling Yan'er was locked by the long sword, and a vicious chill suddenly emerged from the bottom of her heart. She had a feeling that if she was stabbed by a long sword, even if she had the ability to be immortal, it would be difficult to resurrect. This long sword has the power to annihilate everything, and its momentum is unstoppable, and it is proud of the sky.

A transparent light curtain appeared, and the long sword made a circle in front of the light curtain and went back into the air. Ling Yan'er was in a cold sweat, only to find that there was a thick light curtain in front of her.

A deep voice rang out, "Welcome! ”

Ling Yan'er exclaimed, "Who? Who is talking to me?"

She looked around, and there was no one but the brilliance. And, of course, the sword that flies rapidly in the air.

"I am the guardian of this sword, and you can call me 'destiny'. ”

A cloud of brilliance began to converge in the air, and then formed a constricting ball of light. A humanoid face appeared on the light cluster, and a pair of eyes stared at Ling Yan'er and smiled.

"You are fate, what is fate?"

Ling Yan'er probed over with her thoughts, and the light was not an entity, but she could clearly see it with the naked eye.

The light group said with a human face: "Fate is an ethereal existence, and everyone has their own destiny. It's just that you can't see it or touch it. Destiny will accompany you throughout your life. Of course, your whole life is basically determined by fate. Strictly speaking, from the moment you are born, your fate is predestined, and he will control everything about you. ”

Ling Yan'er said curiously: "Since fate can't be seen or touched, what's the matter with you appearing here?"

"Fate cannot be seen or touched, it is for ordinary mortals and immortals. The saint is not in the Five Elements, he is out of the Three Realms, and he can see me by chance. Of course, if it was someone who cultivated the Giant Devouring Gong, I would take the initiative to show up to meet him. ”

"Whose destiny are you?"

"I am the fate of the Blade of Destiny, the sum of many determining factors such as the existence, belonging, direction, disaster, and harvest of the Blade of Destiny. The light group faces were a little proud, and at the same time very talkative.

"I smell the breath of the Great Devouring Power from you, the beautiful Giant Devouring Descendant. Are you here today to gain access to the Blade of Destiny?"

"Yes, I'm the Fortieth Gen Giant Devourer Master, hoping to get the Blade of Destiny. ”

"You are not eligible for it, you only have the right to use it, and you only have the right to use it for 10,000 years. Please remember what I said, because I am responsible for the Blade of Destiny. ”

Ling Yan'er was a little surprised: "There is only the right to use, and it is only 10,000 years." How is this possible?"

"You're right, none of the previous Giant Devouring Sect Masters can use it for more than 10,000 years. ”

"And what about after 10,000 years?"

"Once 10,000 years have passed, it will automatically fly back here and wait for the next Giant Phage Descendant to use it. ”

Ling Yan'er couldn't help but feel angry, the meaning of the fate of the light group was self-evident, Ling Yan'er would have to find the next generation of Giant Devouring Sect heirs after 10,000 years.

"How can I use the Blade of Destiny for a long time?"

The light group figure waved and said: "There is no such possibility, in the fate setting, it has no possibility of belonging to a person forever." ”

Ling Yan'er sighed and said, "Okay, then I'm going to have it now for ten thousand years." ”

Guangtuan said happily: "Congratulations, Giant Devouring Descendant, you are now going to separate a group of true spirits and let me establish a ten-thousand-year contract with you." ”

I heard that the words of this group of fate spirits are very reasonable and invulnerable, but Ling Yan'er did not believe its words.

Duguying told her before she died, "Don't believe in fate". She didn't know why, but at this time she knew that Dugu Ying couldn't believe the words of the light group in front of her.

Ling Yan'er held up her palm, and a ball of true spiritual light condensed in her palm. Because the Holy Child has the ability to be immortal and immortal, the True Saint can easily separate the True Spirit from the Holy Child.

The flow of immortals, separating the true spirit from the divine infant and the immortal infant, it is a process of life and death, and the pain is indescribable.

Seeing that Ling Yan'er had separated a large group of true spirits, the Destiny Light Group said in surprise: "You are so sincere, I have decided to let you use the Blade of Destiny for 20,000 years." ”

"Isn't it true that each sect master can only use it for 10,000 years?

"Don't forget, I am the fate of the Blade of Destiny, and everything is under my control. ”

The Destiny Light Regiment shouted to Ling Yan'er, "Send the true spirit to the light curtain." ”

The light curtain was heavy, and the Blade of Destiny flew in front of the light curtain and turned back. Ling Yan'er reached out to the light curtain, but found that the light curtain was not solid, and her palm passed through it easily.

The light of fate was overjoyed, and he rushed towards the true spirit on Ling Yan'er's palm. The true spirit on Ling Yan'er's palm suddenly retracted and returned to the Purple Mansion Holy Child.