The Lord of Tongtian Peak followed his boots and looked up to see the man's appearance.

It was a middle-aged man dressed in white jade armor, with a steely stubble, this person was also the mountain master of Tongtian Sect, the white jade mountain master, the sixth-order master, and one of the most powerful generals under him.

The Lord of Baiyu Mountain helped the Lord of Tongtian Peak up, and his eyes inadvertently glanced at the clay board that was held in the arms of the Lord of Tongtian Peak like a baby and refused to let go for a moment, and said in a respectful tone: "Lord Peak, I didn't expect you to be injured like this, can you still walk, do you want me to help you to heal your injuries......"

"Humph!"

The Lord of Tongtian Peak snorted coldly, knowing what the person in front of him was thinking, and said coldly: "It's just a small injury, I haven't been injured enough to be unable to move......

With a flick of his sleeves, he pushed the Lord of Baiyu Mountain aside and walked towards the top of the mountain by himself. At the same time, he said coldly: "You are not allowed to come to my Tongtian Peak again without my permission in the future, understand?"

"My subordinates understand!"

The Lord of the White Jade Mountain bent down and bowed down to send off the Lord of Tongtian Peak.

In his spare eye, he saw the stumbling steps of the Lord of Tongtian Peak, and his heart flickered anxiously.

"Is this pretending to be or is it really hurting......"

"I can't let go of this opportunity, fight it, even if he pretends to lead me to the bait, with his seriously injured body, he can't leave me ......"

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Thinking of this, he smashed his fist into the back of the Tongtian Peak Lord, silently.

A sneer oozed from the corner of the mouth of the master of Tongtian Peak, who was rushing towards the mountain, as if he had foresight, and when he turned around, the white jade fist smashed on the fate clay tablet, and he was shocked by the impact and took a few steps back. A few deep footprints were made on the hard stone floor.

And the Lord of White Jade Mountain. It is also shocked by the fate clay tablet. Directly by the fate of the clay tablet of the liliang shook to ashes.

"No!"

He let out a terrible roar, and then he turned into a cloud of ashes, and annihilated inch by inch.

The liliang of fate is much stronger than Tongtian Peak, much more powerful, and more magical.

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"Come out too......"

A man and a woman jumped a few times from the mountainside, and they appeared in front of the Lord of Tongtian Peak, they were the Lord of the Black Stone Mountain. The Lord of the Exquisite Mountain.

Looking at the shadows of the two, the Lord of Tongtian Peak sneered: "Why, you two want to be like this traitor, sneak attack me when I am seriously injured, and rob me of my treasure......"

The Black Stone Mountain Lord smiled embarrassedly, and said lightly: "How is it possible?" I'm waiting for the two of you to see if you need help, Bai Yu is a traitor, I already knew that he had evil intentions......

"You are the same, you are not allowed to step into my Tongtian Peak for half a step in the future without my permission!"

"Yes~~"

The Lord of Tongtian Peak walked slowly to the top of the mountain. It seems to be walking while recuperating the body.

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The Linglong Mountain Lord's eyes flashed slightly. Regretfully: "It's a pity, I don't know if he is really injured or fake......"

"Bai Yu has already been tempted, and now he is dead! This old ghost doesn't know what treasure he has gotten, and he has become even more powerful, and there is a liliang who kills us." The Lord of the Black Stone Mountain had palpitations, and looked at the place where the Lord of the White Jade Mountain had just turned into ashes, and was shocked into a cold sweat.

If the Lord of Baiyu Mountain didn't make a temptation, he would also make a temptation, so how could there be a way to live. I walked around before the ghost gate was closed.

"Hmph, it's not the sea of blood two days ago, that thing must be related to the sea of blood, it's a relic of that mysterious race......"

Both of them were a little reluctant in their tones.

Tongtian Sect is actually not a very strict sect. It's very scattered, it's just a shili of the mountain lord gathered into a pile, among which the Tongtian Peak Lord is the strongest, so he is the sect master.

There are also countries and sects on the mountain peaks, and these are all mountain masters gathered together, so they can take care of it.

If it is the kind of sect that is very strict, there will be no such phenomenon of the sect's children rebelling against the sect master, unless the sect master is already angry. Otherwise, even if the counterattack is successful, he himself will be wiped out by the strict door rules.

Everything is according to the rules.

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Returning to the cave at the top of the mountain, he barely activated the formation and cut off all the breath, and the Lord of Tongtian Peak fell to the ground with a bang, unable to get up again.

He was bombarded all the way by the Zhuxian Formation, and the ice heart was already full of cracks. Just now he was attacked by Bai Yu again, although it seemed that there was no big problem, and Bai Yu was also killed with one blow, but this injured ice heart, after this second round of impact, was injured and injured, and it was already on the verge of shattering.

It had been holding on just now, if it weren't for Bai Yu's death that scared the two Black Stone Mountain Lords into not daring to act, as long as they made a move, the Tongtian Peak Lord would never have fought back.

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Call~~

Lying on the cold stone slab, breathing in the medicinal gas wafting from the Ding furnace, it was not until three days later that he had a trace of liliang, and his fingers moved slightly, trying to get up strongly.

It was at this moment that the clay tablet flashed with a burst of brown light, and a small cyan dragon rushed into the ice heart of the Tongtian Peak Lord with its teeth and claws.

Crazy destruction.

Let this ice core be more broken and scattered.

This is exactly the time when the Lord of Tongtian Peak is about to take a breath, and if this breath is raised, everything will be fine. Once this breath is gone, he will be hit by the third round, and Bingxin will be injured even more.

Bang~~

"Damn~~, how can there be heterogeneous thinking in this clay tablet, how can it be ......"

He struggled to sit up on the ground, trying to sit up, as long as he sat up, even if he lifted his breath, he won.

If you fall down again, you can't lift your breath again, and it's all over.

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A drop of sweat on his forehead is cold sweat, sweat of constant struggle.

"Roar~~"

Zhou Sheng's origin seed turned into a cyan dragon, shaking his head and tail, exerting his strength to eat, and with a little more strength, a straw that crushed the camel.

Bang~~

The Lord of Tongtian Peak finally fell down helplessly, splashing a cloud of dust, and the breath dispersed.

The cyan dragon came out, looked at the appearance of the Lord of Tongtian Peak, and took a deep breath. That's fate. Everything is in fate.

"You lost~~"

"yes. Lost. What a miserable loss. I still wonder how I could be impulsive enough to go to the four Zhuxian brothers, it turns out that this clay tablet is all doing trouble. It gives people liliang, gives people confidence, and gives people ...... arrogance".

According to the stable mind of the Lord of Tongtian Peak, he will never do anything that he is not sure of.

The reason why he was impulsive this time was the bewitchment of this fateful claystone. This is the perfect utensil. Except for Zhou Sheng himself, no one can have this magic weapon.

It's a devil's instrument.

Whoever tries to refine it will be subject to the backlash of fate.

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The Lord of Tongtian Peak passed away, and the ice heart shattered, turning into a grain of smoothie.

The smoothie, like a crystal shining in the sun, is very beautiful and sad~~

What a bad fate.

A great creature was swallowed up by fate like this.

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Seeing the smoothie on the ground, Zhou Sheng sighed lightly. It's time to make the hard choice.

He has now reached a fork in the road and must choose a path.

It is to continue to choose to practice with the body of an instrument. Or restore the body of a living being, and become a living creature again.

The former, there are no obstacles along the way. The Fate Clay Tablet has absorbed the energy of the Blood Sea, and the potential is unlimited, as long as the Liliang of the Clay Tablet itself is restored, he can practice unimpeded.

The latter, full of thorns, is a new path, a new path for himself, a way for himself to transcend his own destiny, to give up this stable path, to give up the body of a powerful instrument, and to start all over again.

It takes a lot of determination, and it's also a difficult choice to make.

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"Tools, after all, are just weapons used by people, no matter how powerful they are, they ...... It's still a utensil......"

He smiled bitterly, he didn't want to be a tool anymore, he wanted to really be a living person, a living being.

Detach yourself!

That old road, even if it goes to the top again, is still like that. He didn't believe that relying on his liliang, he was weaker than the Hitomi clan!

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The smoothies on the ground condensed one by one, condensing to his origin seed.

This is the Liliang of the Ice Heart, the Liliang of the Ice Heart of the Seventh Order of the Lord of Tongtian Peak. Every smoothie is worth no less.

The feeling of regaining flesh and blood made him excited, as if he had returned to that distant time, when he was eating hot and sour noodle soup in Bianliang.

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"Good, great!"

Laughing and crying, laughing insolently, crying happily.

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The clay tablet of fate felt that the spirit he was born was about to be separated from his glory, and the instinctive anger, the angry power of fate, was entangled in it, and these liliang, which had been protecting him, had now become his biggest problem.

Abandon the glory of past destiny and create your own legend.

All the past will eventually disappear, and only the future belongs to you. Destiny can only be grasped by oneself.

Grains of smoothie melted and were used by him to resist the backlash of fate.

When the root is broken, it is plucked out by itself.

Broken roots, broken hearts, all cause and effect and reincarnation.

"I'm just me, my name is Zhou Sheng, though, it's a ...... It's a terrible name, but I like it. I was from Bianliang, and I was a naïve kid......"

Singing, tears, reminiscing about the past.

Those were false, but he liked them and kept them in his heart. That's enough. I think it's true, it's true!

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Feeling that the spirit attached to him was going farther and farther, the clay tablet of fate finally gave up, and reluctantly rolled a few times on the slate, dyed with red mud.

Have great perseverance and transcend everything.

The smoothie melted and vanished, and a powerful seven-step juggernaut was gone forever.

Without smoothies, Zhou Sheng still has a heart.

The heart is there, everything is there.

Tormented by fate, I resolutely looked up to the sky.

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Easy padded jacket, immature scholar, this is the dress of many years ago.

And so his new life was.

There is an extra book in his hand, the ink is fragrant, and the smell of food is so tempting.

Scholar Lang Lang.

Bianliang, Daqian, Emperor Ming, Leader, King Jing, Qi'er, Grand Canal, South China Sea, Dragon's Nest.

Everything came to mind, these memories had been buried in his heart for too many years, and the long time had made him forget, forgetting these things that he once knew.

A living creature is a forgetful animal.

Sitting on the futon, the power of fate still shrouded him. I don't know how many years it will take to cut these things off.

Turning his back on the glory of fate, his future will surely be troubled. However, what about this, even if it is fateful, relying on his liliang, step by step, he will go to the end.

He was lucky that he is still alive today.

The people who remember each other in their minds are not lucky, because they are gone, completely gone, and even their memories among the crowd are gone.

Just like that Emperor Ming, who still remembers him?

Without a trace in the long river of time, without footprints, no one will remember them now, many years from now.

When Zhou Sheng died, who can still remember that spring, there was a city called Bianliang.

That autumn, the rabbits there were delicious......

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Man, what a strange creature.

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When the door of the cave was opened, the sun of early spring shone on the top of the mountain, and the former naïve scholar bathed in the sun, quietly feeling his new life.

At the foot of the mountain, on the mountainside, on the top of the mountain, those kingdoms came to life, because spring came. For them, spring is a season full of magic, the beginning of the year.

There was no crisp spring rain, but the tender grass spikes came out of the soil and broke through the snow that pressed on them.

The Destiny Tablet was on the floor, dusty, and it had been here for a long time.

It's good, at least it was a long time ago, and probably still is. The people of the ox know only him, but they cannot know the spirit that is born in it.

The heroic spirit of the Hitomi clan sacrificed to the clay tablet itself, not him. It is the clay tablets of fate that people are in awe of, not him!

Spirit, perhaps, is just an appendage that it was born by accident, but no one wants to be an appendage.

He's jealous~~

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PS: At noon, I learned PS angrily, and the cover of the new book is finally not distorted, and it looks a little better than the cover of this one. (To be continued......)