When heaven and earth come together, the heroes are not free.

As the saying goes, heroes create the times, but why not the times create heroes?

Three hundred years ago, the "sword master" was born in Qingyuan, a sword light cold nineteen continents, invincible opponents all over the world, and then single-handedly created the "only way", illustrious through the ages, splendid ancient and modern, one of the holy places of martial arts respected by people who practice martial arts in the world.

But Yu Qingyuan was a young man from a humble mountain village, who was accidentally brought into the rivers and lakes by an unknown Taoist who passed by, and gradually opened his eyes, entered the hall of martial arts, fought in all directions, and entered the legend.

If Yu Qingyuan had tripped over something that day, or had happened to walk faster and accidentally stumbled and fell, maybe he would have missed the nameless Taoist.

From then on, there will be no invincible sword master in the world, only a farmer who works all day in a remote mountain village, or in a famine, a plague, a beast attack, bandit crossing, mudslides, flash floods...... and so on in the natural and man-made disasters to die early.

There will not be the "only way" that moves the world today!

Yu Qingyuan was able to meet that nameless Taoist, that is, his luck, his heavenly fate, and the heavenly fortune given by God.

The core essence of the Xuanji Book of Heavenly Destiny practiced by Tibetan Heavenly Machine is the three secret books, the three techniques of life, fortune, and destiny.

The Killing Technique can absorb the life force of others to replenish itself, and even if you are seriously injured, you can quickly recover.

However, the fortune technique is more magical than the life snatching technique, and even achieves an almost demonic immortal effect, because the fortune technique can tamper with other people's heavenly fortunes.

Swish!

I saw the Tibetan Heavenly Machine flying like an eagle sweeping hundreds of feet, jumping into the crowd of people in the long street, and slowly spreading his palms.

"Ten thousand feet of red dust, the highest destiny! The art of fortune, the fortune of heaven. ”

The formless and qualitative ripples expanded and extended from the palm of the Tibetan Heavenly Machine, encircling all the surrounding people into it, and with a sharp "hum", many phantoms swayed in this circle area, and the strange force field turned into substance, as if this area was stripped out of heaven and earth in an instant.

There was a guy running in the hall, his vision was blurred, as if he had suddenly returned to more than ten years ago, and a fight was being staged in the restaurant.

With a "bang", a warrior with a sword in his vest fell in front of him with his eyes bursting out.

Crash! An old book slipped out of the warrior's bosom, soaked in blood, and the striking red color spurred his eyeballs.

More than ten years ago, this fellow was completely frightened by the killing in front of him, and he just hid with his head in his hands and shivered, but now he couldn't take his eyes off the crimson that scarf.

After a moment of froze, the fellow stretched out a trembling hand and hurriedly stole the ancient book.

……

There is another sour Confucian who has repeatedly failed and fallen into the rivers and lakes, he opened his eyes suddenly, and found that he had returned to his childhood.

He was so happy and sad that he looked up to the sky and cried for a long time, and threw all the treasured books in the study into the charcoal fire and burned them.

When the flames rose, he was surprised to find a page of gold paper in the mezzanine of one of the books, on which lines of small characters were engraved, with a mysterious and simple charm......

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There is also a martial artist who is not valued by the sect, he returned to the night before he joined the sect, and after painful thinking, he finally gave up and entered the sect, but on his way back, he inadvertently saved an old man who was seriously injured and dying......

He took good care of the old man, but he still passed away, and before he died, he revealed his amazing artistic skills, and he actually injected his skills into him with the method of empowerment.

……

In the snap of a finger, the people who were shrouded by the strange power emitted by the Tibetan Heavenly Machine, whether they were ordinary people or martial artists, actually skyrocketed one by one, bursting out with an incomparably powerful momentum for ordinary people, and the energy that was drumming around them could not be suppressed.

Even those warriors who had withdrawn from watching the battle from a long distance saw this scene, and their hearts were chilled, and an unbelievable shock surged into their hearts.

This group of people is so violent at the moment, even if they are the weakest, they are afraid that they will not suppress the innate progression!

"Block him!"

Zangtianji's eyes flashed, and a group of people had roared like mad demons, their faces were hideous and terrifying, and their bodies were constantly exploding with bloody holes, which were suddenly burst by the powerful energy.

But they seemed to have completely lost their minds, and regardless of it, they rushed straight to Wang Dong.

"Fortune is not really a way to go back in time and choose again, it's just an almost real illusion, using spirit to transform matter and turn the false into reality!"

"It's just that this so-called fortune is fake after all, and there is no new choice, the power brought by the fortune technique can only bloom in a moment's glory, but it will lose your own life."

Tibetan Heaven knows it.

He didn't expect to rely on this group of people to block Wang Dong at all, he only expected them to delay Wang Dong for a while, even if it was just a breath of time.

He could use this opportunity to get out.

Although this sudden "Panwu Heavenly King" is not the first-class existence of the legendary immortals and demons, the strength of his combat power is beyond his ability.

Zangtianji's mind turned electrically, and his body was as fast as thunder, and he suddenly jumped to Bai Xiuxue's side and lifted the other party up.

"Childe!" Bai Xiuxue looked worried, it was the first time she had seen a figure that the Tibetan Heavenly Machine could not match.

Without saying a word, the true element in the body and the primordial spirit instantly merged, reaching the highest realm of thoughtlessness and selflessness.

Sou!

An illusory light suddenly appeared behind the Tibetan Heavenly Machine, flashing with a shining starlight, and it was actually a white jade-like book, slowly unfolding, and the word "Xuanji" was written in the middle book.

A little star jumped out of the white jade book, hanging in the void like a star, and the word "Mandate of Heaven" loomed in the star.

The silver light in Zangtianji's eyes shone, more dazzling and thrilling than all the luster in the world, and his pupils were like two rotating stars.

"Destiny Hitomi!"

One, two, three......

All the changes that will happen in the future are like a fast-moving black-and-white movie, all of which are displayed in the eyes of the Tibetan Heavenly Machine.

The eyes of destiny are open, and the future can be seen!

Dead !!

It's just that no matter how Zang Tianji foresaw it and what means of escape he used, his final outcome was to be killed by the fists of the Martial Heavenly King.

The only difference is the amount of time!

"Nope! I don't believe that I was born again and lived another life, not to die in obscurity. ”

Zang Tianji roared in his heart: "The sky has lent me a hundred years, and I will live up to this life!" Cher, Fluttershy, I haven't accompanied you to become immortals, how can I die here? ”

The biggest regret in the previous life was that her sister Zang Xue'er and the little master Yandie died to save themselves.

The violent sound of air explosion came out, and Zang Tianji did not look back, and he could already sense that the group of cannon fodder that he used to resist the Panwu Heavenly King turned into a sky full of blood and water under the opponent's three fists and two feet.

Blood dripped from the eyes of the Tibetan Heavenly Machine, and the handsome face of the fairy became fierce, and with a "bang", the two pupils shattered.

He had used the last resort.

Manifest Destiny! Change your life against the sky!