This power is nothing else, it is the power of luck, these days, Wang Daoming shook the sky and swept the earth, swept all directions, and established an invincible image in the hearts of countless people.

This makes the number of qi in the underworld begin to converge towards Wang Daoming, the so-called time to come to heaven and earth to borrow strength, when to go to the hero is not by people, at the beginning of this catastrophe, invisibly, Wang Daoming will fight for a luck, a destiny, become the person of the new era, promote the operation of the catastrophe, the times change.

However, the person who should be robbed is not the son of destiny, who rises fast and dies faster, and is generally the existence of the pioneer of the king.

If you want to describe it, the person who should be robbed is only the Son of Heaven, the son of the Mandate of Heaven is the Emperor of Heaven, once the Son of Heaven is a courtier, the Son of Heaven can have many, and it will not last long, only the Emperor of Heaven is the real Eternal Generation, high and high, never falling.

But despite this, when the person who responded to the calamity did not complete his mission, it can be said that heaven and earth borrowed the power together, and everything was smooth sailing, if there was divine help, just like Wang Daoming is now.

Now that Wang Daoming is in danger, even if the power of the Mandate of Heaven is infused down, it is necessary to temporarily enhance Wang Daoming's strength, let Wang Daoming explode, and comprehend the strongest thing.

Under normal circumstances, the Mandate of Heaven poured down, and what it showed should be a flash of inspiration in the underworld, after all, Wang Daoming is not the real Son of Destiny, and there will be no direct improvement of one or several realms.

However, under the strange power of the fire of creation, this power of destiny was intercepted and transformed into the fuel of the fire of creation, driving Wang Daoming's mind to change.

"Kill!"

Long Yuan drank violently, evolving all kinds of powerful and ancient Dao soldiers, Chaos Bell, Bronze Immortal Palace, Scarlet Ancient Pagoda ......, each of which released a powerful breath, brilliant to the extreme, as if the body of these ancient artifacts had descended into the world.

Powerful weapons shot towards Wang Daoming, and the devastating power shattered the earth, shattered the sky, and destroyed all tangible and intangible things in the world.

Bang!

In the battlefield, Wang Daoming's silver hair danced wildly, his fist was like a dragon, the chaos bell was shattered by Wang Daoming's fist seal, the bronze immortal hall was pierced by Wang Daoming's hair, and the blood-colored ancient tower was shocked back by Wang Daoming's long roar......

At this moment, Wang Daoming seemed to have turned into a ruthless weapon of war, grasping the operation and changes of every wisp of energy inside and outside, and every blow was wonderful, playing the strongest martial arts.

"I Created the Heavens ......"

"I create a civilized ......"

"I control my destiny ......"

"Luck deprivation!"

Long Yuan let out a long roar, and the magnificent Dao sound echoed, once again playing an invincible secret technique.

He pointed in the air, and in the darkness, Wang Daoming suddenly realized that something in his body had been deprived, and in the void, the power of destiny that was constantly pouring into the fire of creation was immediately cut off.

This is an unimaginable power, which easily deprives Wang Daoming of his monstrous luck, the three thousand worlds, there is indeed a way to cut lives, but it is also impossible to deprive a living being of all the luck.

Even if it is as strong as a Dao Ancestor, it can't just deprive an ordinary mortal of his luck, no matter how low his luck is, it is also luck, and if there is no luck, it means that he has broken free from the shackles of luck, and only the ancestral realm has such great power!

But now, Wang Daoming's luck has been deprived, which is something that countless Moko level demon gods desire, but it is not a good thing for Wang Daoming now.

Luck is a constraint, but also a protection, is a help, so that life will not sink directly into the sea of suffering, at least for the current Wang Daoming, it is still useful, just like the crutches of the disabled, not to the point of abandoning crutches.

"Fate, this person actually has the power of fate!"

At this moment, Wang Daoming finally reacted, and his heart could no longer be calm, the fate of the Three Thousand Great Dao was the highest, this was the ultimate thing pursued by countless ancestral realm beings, supreme and unmatched.

He never thought that what Long Yuan had mastered would be this kind of forbidden power!

"Even if it's fate, if there is no luck, there will be no luck, my life is up to me, not the sky, so that I can plant golden lotus in the fire!"

After penetrating some truths, Wang Daoming not only did not suffer a blow, but aroused infinite fighting spirit even more.

He firmly believes that his fist can break all shackles, and he firmly believes that his will is unshakable, and even fate cannot be his succumbing.

Poof!

The black-gold fire of creation in Wang Daoming's eyebrows beat violently, and a strange power was born from the depths of Wang Daoming's heart, created out of nothing, and was infused into the fire of creation.

This is the power of faith, the belief that is firm to the extreme, the most powerful spiritual power born, at this moment, Wang Daoming wants to challenge the strongest destiny!

"I stand on the supreme ......"

"I create the ...... rules"

"Stripped of power!"

On Long Yuan's body, the red golden flame was burning, and he tried his best to run the supreme mystery, all the way to Wang Daoming, wanting to knock Wang Daoming to the dust.

This is a world-shattering method that breaks all rules, although Long Yuan has mastered this power, but to use it, it will also pay a huge price, if it were not for the fact that he had the idea of killing Wang Daoming at this moment, he would never use this power.

In the dark, Wang Daoming sensed that a powerful force had descended on him, wanting to deprive him of all supernatural powers.

"What about fate, there is nothing of existence for my things to be taken away!"

Wang Daoming looked up to the sky and roared, facing the crushing of fate, in the depths of his soul, the truth that gathered together and kept brewing exploded directly, supporting Wang Daoming's heart, turning into Wang Daoming's pillar, and supporting Wang Daoming's existence.

"Yuan Demon Avenue, Yuan Demon Gate!"

The powerful power that emerged from his soul made Wang Daoming directly break free from the shackles of fate, and his powerful body shook and waved his big hand, breaking the eternal time and space, and directly breaking the fate that descended.

Immediately after, a black-gold portal surrounded by chaotic qi descended from nothingness, releasing a supreme breath to suppress ten thousand realms and lawlessness.

Broken! Broken! Broken!

Under the pressure of the Yuan Demon Gate, many of the magic techniques played by Long Yuan were shattered, and the black-gold divine light reversed, like a long rainbow, directly towards Long Yuan.

"Origin Heavenly Demon!"

Long Yuan roared angrily, using all kinds of magical means, trying to break this portal, but he was directly knocked away for an unknown number of miles, bleeding all over his body, and it was difficult to stabilize his body.

"Die!"

Wang Daoming stepped forward, like an invincible god of war, the portal in the void was directly integrated into his fist, he punched out, the divine brilliance was bright, covering the nine heavens, suppressing everything.

Bang!

Long Yuan's body exploded, turning into a cloud of blood mist, a red golden divine light, shot out from the blood mist, that was Long Yuan's divine thought, Wang Daoming reached out to grab it, but his palm was directly pierced by the red golden divine light.

"Yuan Shi Heavenly Demon, I will kill you!"

In an instant, Long Yuan disappeared directly, and there was only a resentful voice in place.

"The power of fate?!"

Wang Daoming looked at the big hole in his palm that was constantly bleeding, and whispered in his mouth, let Long Yuan escape today, it will be a big trouble in the future.

However, he was also powerless to chase it, Long Yuan flew away with his divine thoughts, and in an instant, it was a million miles, and he couldn't catch up at all.

Long Yuan has mastered the supreme power of fate, although he can't beat Wang Daoming, but if he wants to escape, Wang Daoming can't stop it, the power of fate is too terrifying.

Around the blood hole in Wang Daoming's palm, the flesh and blood kept wriggling, but it could not heal for a long time, Wang Daoming saw this, stretched out his left hand, and slowly wiped it, and the wound finally healed.

"Long Yuan has been defeated, it's time to set things right!"

Standing proudly in the void, Wang Daoming looked to the north, and in his eyes, the black and gold brilliance did not flicker.