"The power of fate!"

Situ Xing's mind was very abruptly an inheritance. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

This legacy comes from fate.

"The Great Destiny"!

This is a fist taken from fate, he can control fate, and use the power of fate to bury the dead of his opponent.

Rao is heart is like a rock, and he can't help but be shocked by this boxing technique. made him can't help but think of the movie "Death is Coming" that he once watched in later generations.

Under the influence of fate, the opponent's death is really strange, being stoned to death by a meteorite falling from the sky, drowning by the sudden surge of the river, and even falling to death by a deep pit, being killed by a pig teammate, and even choking to death by taking pills.

Where is this Great Destiny Technique, it is simply a Great Curse Technique!

A trace of words flashed in Situ Xing's eyes, and this very abrupt appearance of the inheritance was quickly broken down by him.

Burst!

A flame full of twisted forces of fate rises.

There has been no movement, and the core of the Wuqu star, which is like a stubborn stone, is instantly ignited at the moment when the light is lit, releasing unimaginable light and heat.

A big star suddenly appeared in the dark sky.

There seemed to be some kind of connection between this star and Situ Xing, and when Situ Xing's whole body strength exploded, this star also shot down a pillar of light.

Let Situ Xing's power break through a certain limit.

"Whew!"

Situ Xing's whole body shot out with golden light, and he looked like a god of war in the air. The hands are clenched weakly, and the thousand jun rods transformed by the fist intent have been realized under the action of the star power of Wuqu.

Rumble!

Situ Xing's eyes contracted, his mouth opened wide, and his face showed a hideous color, like a mad monkey, and the club in his hand was raised high and smashed down.

Wherever the Thousand Rods passed, whether it was the clouds, thunder, or space, they all turned into nothingness.

"Powerful!"

"It's too powerful!"

"This punch is no less than the full force of the Martial Saint. ”

"How did he do it? He obviously doesn't have the strength of a martial saint? Could this be the power of the stars?"

The Martial Dao Sage stepped on the void, his arms outstretched, as if a copper wall was blocking Beijun's front, and the huge energy wave was shattered by his aura before it could get close to his body.

However, his eyes were constantly shrinking at this time, and his face was shocked.

Because Situ Xing's combat power has far exceeded his expectations.

Especially the last blow, the energy that burst out made him even more frightened.

If the martial arts saint is shocked, then the others are fear. In their eyes, the golden Situ was like a god of war who stepped on colorful auspicious clouds and wore golden chain mail.

The old man, dressed in coarse cloth clothes and wearing a shabby scarf on his head, had a furrow on his face, and his face was excitedly sketched on the paper.

Wearing chain mail, with a crown facing the sky on his head, his face looks like a monkey, his eyes are sharp, and he is holding a thousand sticks.

"Great Sage!"

"As high as the sky!"

"Monkey King!"

Rumble!

Situ Xing's crazy fist intent and the thunder in the air like hair. Unleashed a critical blow unimaginable to everyone, and a shockwave visible to the naked eye spread out in all directions.

The Martial Dao Saint and the Martial Dao Grandmaster formed a formation, protecting the sky above the North County, like a rock and a steel wall, resisting the shock wave like ocean waves.

"Victory in the sky!"

The Mochizuki rhinoceros armor on Situ Xing's whole body cracked and decomposed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the skin on his body began to appear scorched black in the bursting thunder.

The white thunder and lightning were like earthworms, and they were like small snakes scurrying around his body. Makes his skin tremble.

But he persevered.

Rumble!

The strength of Situ Xing's fist was as turbulent as a river, and even the thunder that was as white as a hair could not resist it, and finally it was annihilated in the water like fireworks.

"Survive the thunderstorm!"

"My Confucianism will have one more saint!"

Huo Feiran, the governor of Beijun, looked at Situ Xing, who looked like a golden-armored god of war in the air, and the thunder and lightning that were annihilated by invisibility, and his eyes couldn't help but show joy and excitement.

The great Confucian Chen Jiuzhang looked at Situ Xing with a strange face, with joy, envy, jealousy, and a trace of unwillingness, but no matter what he thought. The distance between Situ and him will only grow.

Situ Xing realized the "unity of knowledge and action" from the "Analects" and "Mencius", and passed the test of thunder, just like the fish mystery back then. and having the qualifications to start a sect.

As long as Situ Punishment goes deep into the classics, on the basis of the framework, and constantly supplements, it will definitely be able to develop the "unity of knowledge and action" into a school.

"He is destined to become a saint!"

"He is the new hope of our Confucianism, and it is unwise to be his enemy!"

If necessary, Confucianism would clear all obstacles for him. ”

Huo Feiran, the governor of North County, said in a faint voice, as if he was pointing, and said as if he was beating.

The face of the great Confucian Chen Jiuzhang couldn't help but change greatly, and his eyes also showed a look of humiliation and struggle. How could he not hear the threatening beating in Governor Huo Feiran's words.

He didn't believe that this decision was made by Governor Huo Feiran alone, after all, he was also a great Confucian, and he was not a rootless duckweed on the holy mountain.

Although Huo Feiran's status was more noble than him, he didn't dare to beat and humiliate him at will.

The only answer is that the Hongru of the Holy Mountain, the demi-saint, has paid attention to this and made a most ruthless and very realistic decision.

That is to cultivate Situ with all his might, so that he can expound the holy way, become a saint, and bless the glory of Confucianism for hundreds of years.

Anyone who hinders the growth of Situ will be an enemy of Confucianism, and he will never die.

Even if he is a great Confucian, he can't hinder Situ's punishment,

Otherwise, he will also be abandoned, suppressed, and killed!

It's realistic.

A few days ago, he was the rising star of Confucianism.

After a while, Chen Jiuzhang seemed to understand something, and couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, as if laughing at himself:

"What to fight for, what to grab, in the end it is not a pile of dirt!"

Looking at Chen Jiuzhang, who looked twilight, as if he had suddenly become old, Governor Huo Feiran's eyes showed a trace of unbearability, but they soon became cold.

After defeating the thunder, Situ Xing's body did not fall, but continued to rise,

The Thousand Rods swept and slammed into the Eye of the Tribulation. The tremendous force raged, and even the clouds were scattered quite a bit, revealing a circular hole, and the blazing sunlight shot down from high in the sky.

It happened to fall on the golden body of Situ Xing, refracting colorful light.

Looking below, Situ Xing seemed to be wearing golden armor and stepping on colorful auspicious clouds. It seems to be sacred, with an indescribable domineering and majestic style.

Huo Feiran, who was standing below, looked straight into the air with his eyes, as if there was a power raging in his heart.

Everything froze in his eyes.

There is only one demon ape wearing golden armor, holding a thousand sticks, and stepping on colorful auspicious clouds.

Draw it down!

Be sure to draw it.

The Thousand Jun Rods fell, and the Eye of the Heavenly Tribulation seemed to be suffering from some unbearable pain, its pupils kept contracting, and the cyan blood was dripping even more.

The Eye of the Tribulation glanced at Situ Xing angrily and resentfully, and there was a faint thunder floating in the depths of his eyes, but he had some scruples after all. It shattered and disappeared like a bubble, not knowing where to hide.

"Whew!"

Situ Xing didn't care about the pain of the Eye of the Tribulation, nor did he care about the resentment of the Eye of the Tribulation, the Qianjun stick in his hand was waved like a windmill spinning, whether it was the calamity or the dark clouds, he was scattered like a whirlwind cloud.

Bright and colorful sunlight fell on the earth again because there was no black curtain to block it.

Colorful flowers, green and verdant grass swaying their figures, constantly bowing their heads in the wind, as if thanking the sky for the gift of the sun.

The feeling of depressing people's hearts, as if the sky was falling apart, also disappeared with the scattered dark clouds.

The yellow bird flew up to the branches, chirping and chirping, and the pond frog also surfaced, jumped on the big lotus leaf, and started a solo concert.

The big cattle grazing by the river mooed from time to time, as if they were beating and cheering loudly.

The people who live in the city of Hung Castle in Beijun shouted excitedly as they looked at the long-lost sunlight in the sky, as if they wanted to get rid of the fear in their hearts through shouting.

"Whew!"

Situ Xing held a thousand jun sticks, his head was high, the muscles of his whole body were bulging, his mouth was wide open, and he inhaled deeply.

His mouth was like a whirlpool, like a bottomless cavern, and not only did he suck the air into his belly, but even the white clouds were torn apart by him. Eat it like a marshmallow.

About half an hour later, Si Tuxing's abdomen was already slightly bulging, and he stopped absorbing.

"Whew!"

Situ Xing's mouth was wide open, and the three chambers of the abdomen, chest, and nose resonated, and sound waves erupted from his mouth like ripples.

His voice is like a tiger lion, like a dragon's chanting, and like an old ape in the mountains, indescribably quiet and simple.

Burst!

Burst!

Burst!

The clouds were directly shattered and turned into wisps of white smoke. Finally, it disappeared into invisibility, and finally revealed a blue sky, which seemed to be free of impurities and pure as a sapphire crystal.

"It's pure!"

"It's beautiful!"

"How can the sky be so beautiful?"

"I swear, it's the most beautiful sky I've ever seen in my life. ”

"Me too!"

Everyone who looks up at the sky is shocked by this beauty.

Like a blue crystal, the sky without a trace of impurities seems to them to be so pure and beautiful.

Behind this beauty, there is also a touch.

Alone!

Two people!

Three people!

Ten people!

100 people!

Thousands of people!

People don't know why they are moved, but they want to cry for some reason.

Situ Xing stood in the air, looking at the azure sky, as if there was no trace of impurities. There were tears in his eyes.

In his opinion.

This blue sky is a dream, and the dark clouds in the sky are destiny.

When I was a teenager, everyone had a blue and pure crystal sky.

But as we grow older, fate distorts the sky, clouds cover the sky, people succumb to fate, live like marionettes, and the whole world becomes gray everywhere.

The pure, crystal-blue sky can only appear in dreams.

"People have to have dreams!"

"What if it happens?"

Situ Xing was dressed in broken battle armor, the wound was like a baby's mouth opening and closing, the blood had coagulated and scabbed, and there was an indescribable tragedy all over his body. But a smile slowly rose from the corners of his mouth, and this smile seemed to have an indescribable magic.

The sunlight in the sky is getting brighter and brighter.

Everyone looked at the blue sky, and there was a smiling man in golden armor.

The fragile string in their hearts was plucked. It was as if Huang Zhongdalu was ringing in their ears, and the dreams of childhood seemed to be beautiful bubbles that had broken free from the shackles of fate, rising from the deepest part of their memories and the places they were most unwilling to touch.

A man dressed in silk and satin, holding the wine jar drunk and dreaming of death, with a frivolous and prodigal face, the middle-aged boy looked at the air in a daze, and the scenes of the past appeared in his heart.

"I want to read!"

"I want to be like my father!"

"I want to be a poet, I want to be famous in history!"

The maid next to her saw that Brother Gongzi's eyes were in a daze, and asked with some concern.

"What about the two young masters?"

After a while, the middle-aged man regained his light in his eyes, and asked with some curiosity.

The maid glanced at the middle-aged man a little strangely, but still said truthfully.

"The two young masters are studying at Mr.'s!"

The middle-aged man didn't care about the surprise in the maid's eyes, and said in a firm tone.

"Prepare a new desk tomorrow, I want to read with the two young masters!"

"Ahh

The maid looked at the middle-aged man in disbelief, and subconsciously looked at the sky, what is the matter? Could it be that the sun is rising in the west today?

A butcher dressed in coarse cloth and standing in front of the meat case, covered in oil, looked at the blue sky as pure as crystal, and the golden light of Situ Xing.

As if he had made up his mind, he stood up and stopped caring about the pork on the meat table and the kitchen knife that was as bright as new.

He didn't want to live like this anymore.

He has a dream of a strong man!

He wants to be a warrior who can be respected.

Looking at the blue sky as pure as crystal, a woman who kept weaving stopped her hand, her heart was touched, and after a while she suddenly got up, and found a rusty iron sword in the pile of debris, although clumsy, but it was unusually serious to dance.

。。。

A dream!

Two dreams!

Three dreams!

Ten dreams!

Hundreds of billions of dreams!

These dreams converge into a terrifying force.

Click!

One by one, the chains of fate were severed.

An individual releases a dream in his heart and works hard for it.

Fate looked at the air in fear, with a look of embarrassment, screaming like a shrew.

Situ Xing stood in the air, like a golden man, and like a bright light, he used his own efforts to break the shackles of fate, and let the world see the hope of breaking fate.

Although this force is as fragile as grass, it can trample him flat with a gentle kick. It was like a lamp, as if a gentle breath could extinguish him.

But this force is surprisingly tenacious, and even several ancient immortal beings who have been sleeping in the sun for hundreds of millions of years have not awakened.

In the deepest part of the sun, there are several huge spheres of light that exceed hundreds of meters.

These balls of light are not physical bodies, they are all composed of thoughts that seem to be substances, and each thought is pure yang, and they are all immortal beings. He is the Lord of heaven and earth.

They have been sleeping for hundreds of millions of years, and today they are shocked by the power of dreams, and there is a hint of awakening.