Just as Han Lin and the other three families were fighting in a harmonious atmosphere, Murong Yu held a gloomy mirror called "Death Declaration" in his hand, and learned of his future tragic death.

Han Lin glanced around the entire venue, and the best monks of the three major families were basically here. He was thinking in his heart about what kind of strength he would need if he wanted to uproot one of the families.

"The corpse puppet of my parents...... It seems that he has tracked down the murderer and found his parents! This proves that his operation was successful and he did not return home. ”

Murong Yu sat on the ground dumbfounded, panting.

He only felt his scalp tingling and shivered.

The blurred and vanishing content in the mirror creeped him.

It's a pity that his focus is not on his own death at all.

After a few moments, he carefully put away the death proclamation, raised his head, and looked solemnly into the distance.

"I hate it!" he clenched his fists, let out a low roar, and jerked to his feet.

He planned to go to the home of the Yan ** Toad, and was ready to be a guest there as agreed before.

Death declares this strange treasure to come by hard.

Like the name, it can see the picture of a person dying.

Of course, it was just a causal spell imprinted in it, which naturally could hardly be effective for advanced cultivators.

Among Murong Yu's red hair, there were also a lot of silver threads because of the overstepping use of spells.

"It can only predict the future of monks below the Jindan stage - and fortunately, its own cultivation is not high enough. Since I have paid such a heavy price, then I should cherish this hard-won information. ”

As long as Murong Yu can break through the Jindan period, his fate will change accordingly.

This is also what makes monks unique compared to mortals.

"This is the ...... of cultivation," Murong Yu muttered to himself.

Many people think that once they embark on the practice, it means that they have embarked on a completely different path and have a bright future.

But for the monks, it's the opposite.

To choose this path is to fight against fate.

Moreover, Murong Yu even vaguely found something wrong in it, that is, Li Yunfei's identity!

"He turned out to be the young sect master of the Hehuan Sect, no wonder! But how did he become a disciple of the Fisherman's Family?"

He clearly remembered that when they met for the first time, this person declared himself to be a son of an official eunuch, and why did his consciousness have a huge deviation?

Murong Yu still didn't understand that the world he was experiencing had begun to change dramatically because of the existence of Han Lin in the future.

Once a god monk has a divine soul, he is beyond the category of human beings.

It can be said that the great monk at that time, he would become a mountain, a sea, a sun, or a moon.

The simplest thing is that his existence can change the world around him.

The world will change around him.

The fate that was originally reinforced in his body, like a rope, will no longer be able to bind him, and it will be distorted by superimposition with reality.

Only by advancing to become a god can you have the capital to get rid of the consciousness of the world, and you are no longer an inconspicuous chess piece among all living beings.

The strange smile on Murong Yu's face became thicker, and he continued: "This Yan ** toad is worthy of being a desolate beast. ”

Similarly, the role of the Yan ** Toad in the final battle made Murong Yu see its great value, especially in assisting his own fire attribute exercises.

For revenge, his mentality changed. He began to be willing to use whatever means he could to achieve his own ends.

Deception is just a small thing.

"This kind of monster legend has the bloodline of a wild beast. If you can get their favor, you must not disappoint them. It's just a pity that the one who will become my partner in the future is destined to sacrifice ......"

The bumpy journey has made him mature, calm and hard-hearted, no longer the weak teenager he used to be.

In his heart, there is only revenge.

And Han Lin on the other side was smooth sailing.

His disguised appearance is ordinary, no longer disgusting, but has a unique charm. But the indifference in his bones and the greetings on his face are in stark contrast.

Bang.

The two magic techniques collided together, and the huge impact force knocked Han Lin back four or five steps.

The dark brown spell rock was even more blocked, smashing to the ground, causing everyone in the audience to exclaim.

Han Lin glanced down at his left hand, there was a wound on it, which was already dripping with blood.

"Concession and concession. I didn't expect Mu Daoyou to be proficient in civil engineering techniques, and he hid it deeply. ”

Then, he shook his head gracefully and stepped off the stage with a smile.

Seeing that Han Lin was strongly suppressed and had to admit defeat and retreat, the head of the Wu family also sighed.

However, the current ranking has already satisfied him.

Throughout the festival, Han Lin did not show his true strength, but hid it.

In the end, the Wu family barely won the second place, and there was not much difference with the Pang family from the bottom. is the Feng family, whose strength is obviously much higher than others.

"This foreign aid Wang Zhi still has something in his hand! He is worthy of being the heir of a big family. Han Lin looked at the four people in the field with a smile, and said secretly in his heart.

Subsequently, under the leadership of the winner, Feng Sijiu, their group entered the Holy Land of the Three Clans through mysterious formations and prohibitions.

Contrary to Han Lin's imagination, they had reached a vast sea area through the final teleportation array.

"Hahaha. This is the sacred place of our three tribes. Han Daoyou, I haven't seen it. Feng Sijiu, as the winner of this Fa appreciation meeting, naturally led the way and introduced with a smile.

As soon as the rich black shadow that several people turned into appeared, in an instant, Han Lin was taken aback in his heart, but there was no change in expression on his face.

After only a slight glance, and after just a moment, Han Lin was surprised to find that this place was actually seven or eight points similar to his dream space.

Looking up at the sky, it was not black, but gray, dead and lonely.

From a distance, the area is not large, only four or five thousand acres. Compared to Han Lin's dream space, it was simply a difference between cloud and mud.

Several people floated in the sky with the help of mana, looking at the endless sea in front of them.

In the sea, there are countless kinds of fish swimming, and among them there are many spirit beasts of high value. In addition to this, there are abundant marine resources.

Han Lin suddenly knew why these three families were so interested in the Five Willow Divine Shark Root.

"Moreover, this only small land shape is also a bit like a pattern somewhere adjacent to Zhenfang City! This body of water is obviously artificially built!"

Outsiders who came here for the first time were dumbfounded.

And no matter how many times the heads of the three families came, they also felt incredible.

Only Han Lin and the others felt completely different.

He suddenly felt that he was one step closer to the secret of the dream space.

At this moment, a blinding white light suddenly erupted in the sky. It is so bright that it is impossible to see, illuminating the gray space.

At the same time, a distant old voice came—