I just want to be stable, I was hung up and became a Valkyrie

Chapter 622
The "opportunity" in King Zhou Yi's mouth is the sword that Shen Qian raised and lowered in those countless moments.

"If you are more decisive, although you may not be able to cut off the foundation of the king's Dao, at least you can severely damage the king, so that the king will flee today because he is not sure."

King Zhou Yi shook his head and said, "Unfortunately, you are still like that mediocre sentient being. You didn't have the courage to break the boat when you waited and watched until the end. You can only pass away with regrets in your heart."

Shen Qian was silent, indeed, he had been hesitating.

Because he is not sure which moment is the starting point for the real change of King Zhouyi's fate.

So until the end, the sword in his hand did not cut out.

It is precisely because there is only one chance that Shen Qian is extra cautious. Once King Zhou Yi is released today, there will be no second sky-peeping mirror for Shen Qian to squander.

"Shen Qian, let's give up resisting. The king's previous promise is still valid. You can save your life and take your family and lover away. Even if the world is not guaranteed, the universe is so big, where can you not go?"

King Zhou Yi smiled and said, "This king can erase all karma for you and guarantee that you can live a happy life on a hidden planet. What are the conditions?"

When Shen Qian heard the words, he sighed suddenly, "This condition sounds very attractive. After all, my first dream was just to have a healthy family and a garden villa with three bedrooms... But, King Zhouyi, I still have one thing that I don't understand."

"What's the matter?" King Zhou Yi said lightly.

"After you 'woke up', the scroll of destiny did stop flowing, but why does it still exist?"

Shen Qian raised his head.

King Zhou Yi's expression froze.

"Is there a possibility that you still haven't got rid of the suppression of the sky-peeping mirror, otherwise why would you tell me so much? You can pretend to be asleep and take my fate when I'm not prepared... Yes Yes, with your ability and your character, this is the most logical result."

Shen Qian said softly, "But you didn't do that, instead you took the initiative to 'wake up' in front of me, isn't this a kind of fooling?"

"You want to tell me that I have actually failed. From the surface, it does seem to be the case... Even if the sky mirror is still suppressing you, but your fate is no longer revealed, and I have lost it." I have already failed to cut off your Daoist chance."

"but……"

Shen Qian suddenly changed his voice, and his eyes gradually became sharper, "Or there is another possibility. In fact, the sky-peeping mirror has not completely suppressed you from the beginning to the end. After all, you are the King of Zhouyi and the supreme existence of destiny. The artifact jointly created by Baidi and Jiangling King will not make you completely lose yourself."

"Your real 'fool' is not what you said to me at this moment, but the fog you have been creating since the beginning, when the scroll of fate was opened."

As Shen Qian spoke, the long sword transformed into the Sky Mirror in his hand also shone brightly.

Before King Zhouyi, whose face changed, said anything, he had already thrust the long sword in his hand into the ground heavily.

Whoa!

The surrounding scenes began to shatter, the magnificent palace began to collapse, and the Qin army who invaded the Zhou Dynasty began to annihilate. As Shen Qian's eyes blurred, he returned to the city at the beginning again.

The tall alien races were walking, and the human races walking on the corner of the street bowed their knees, not even daring to raise their heads, for fear of incurring insults from the alien races.

All the pictures are gray and white, except for Shen Qian himself, everything is the same as the beginning.

He strode forward and soon came to the slum where the human race gathered.

Bang!

A broken bowl fell to Shen Qian's feet. He followed the sound and saw that in the alleyway on one side, several adults were surrounding and beating a child.

Pedestrians passed by from time to time, but they just watched the scene indifferently, and no one wanted to intervene.

Shen Qian walked over and watched quietly until a tall man entered the alleyway, revealed his identity as the Daxia clan, and drove away the fortune tellers on the street.

The man squatted down and pulled the child up, looked at him for a while, then frowned, "You are born with a life bone, an ominous person...you can't keep it!"

As he spoke, the man raised his palm, as if he wanted to directly end the child's life.

At this time, the child woke up from the coma and opened his eyes. Those eyes, which were much brighter than ordinary children, were full of confusion and fear.

The man's movements froze, and after hesitating for a long time, he finally put down his hand and sighed, "It doesn't matter, you can follow me in the future, but you may lose your freedom... But at least I can guarantee that you will have enough to eat, There are winter clothes to wear."

"My name is Yu, Yu of the Great Xia Clan."

The man took the child by the hand and led him back to the Daxia tribe.

He hid the child in his own house, and apart from strictly prohibiting him from going out, he could be regarded as taking good care of him.

He taught each other how to read and write, took the children to practice martial arts, and at the begging of the children, he would go to all the markets of the human race to search for various books for the children to amuse themselves.

As time goes by, the man has long forgotten the uneasiness he felt when he first saw the child. He regards the child as his own, but he doesn't know that whenever the child lowers his head, there is something in his eyes, Only indifference and disgust.

For a child, the tens of thousands of things the man in front of him did are not as profound as the hand that was only a few centimeters away from his forehead when they first met, which almost took his life away.

He is eager to see the colorful world, and he hates the feeling of being dominated by others.

When Dayu brought back more and more books, even though Dayu never told the children any knowledge about "Tao" under precaution, the children still explored their own "Tao" with their unimaginable talents. road".

Yes, King Zhouyi's promotion path is different from any normal warrior. He doesn't seem to have any cultivation on the surface, but he has already started to communicate with "Daohai" quietly when others are still training their bodies.

This is the magic of fate, he can even fool his own cultivation.

In Dao Hai's eyes, the child is already the pinnacle of a high martial artist, who can undertake the projection of the Dao without any obstacles.

As the human race migrated to Yuandi, the children who passed the Yellow River hid at the bottom of the carriage, but their small eyes radiated a bright light.

No one knows that at the age of ten, he already has the terrifying realm of the Nine Heavens of Mountains and Seas.

Boom!

When the Yellow River broke its embankment, the first tribes to be submerged were those who migrated from the "Yangcheng".

And Yangcheng is the place where the child met Dayu.

In the midst of the flood and the misery of life, Dayu stepped forward and led countless strong men of the human race to quell the flood.

It's just that one night, Dayu, who was seriously injured in a confrontation with a water beast, returned to the house where he lived, but found that King Zhouyi, who had grown into a young man, had been waiting for him for a long time.

In that house, countless mysterious symbols were carved, like mouths wide open, trying to choose someone and devour them.

Just when the stunned Dayu showed a relieved and self-deprecating expression, the long sword in Shen Qian's hand finally cut out, but this sword did not stab at the child, but seemed to pierce the phantom of time and space, Stabbed back into that alley.

quack!
Accompanied by a strange cry, the long sword in Shen Qian's hand stopped abruptly, and black blood flowed down. At the end of the long sword was a black crow whose body had been pierced through.

All the scenes were shattered again, and the black crow transformed into a blurred figure. He looked at the long sword fixed on his body in disbelief, as if he never expected that this sword would stab here.

"You... how did you find out where my real body is?"

The blurry figure gradually became clear, and it was clearly the appearance of King Zhou Yi in his youth.

"Because of the color."

Shen Qian smiled faintly, "When I was introduced to the Fate Scroll for the first time, I noticed that there was something wrong with that crow. Although it was black and gray at first glance, it had some weird agility."

"Since you have been misleading my senses, there will always be some flaws left. This black crow that appeared at the beginning is undoubtedly your flaw."

Shen Qian said with a sigh, "You want me to bring you into your tragic fate, even if it's just empathy, it will make it difficult for me to do it... But the truth has never been like this, maybe you were really excluded when you were young, but Everything after that is your own choice."

The scroll of destiny displayed for the second time is the real past of King Zhou Yi, but where Shen Qian's sword stabs is still very important, and there is a second "misleading" among them.

If Shen Qian stabs the young man in the house with his long sword, it may also hurt the foundation of King Zhou Yi, but it is impossible to cut off his fate with a single sword.

So Shen Qian finally chose to believe that the fate of stealing Dayu was not the turning point in King Zhou Yi's life when the Sky Peeping Mirror was throbbing for the first time, but that meeting was.

Skypeeping Mirror brought Shen Qian to the right place at the beginning, and everything after that was just unnecessary interference.

The trigger of the butterfly effect has always started from the first flapping of wings.

But at this time, following the appearance of King Zhou Yi's real body hidden in the scroll of destiny, it also means... Shen Qian made the right bet.

Rumble!
Everything began to collapse, and in the blink of an eye, Shen Qian and King Zhou Yi returned to the second floor of the Vientiane Tower.

Only this time, the one hundred and eight chains that bound Shen Qian had long since disappeared without a trace, while on the opposite side, Gu Donglai, whose body was pierced by the sky-peeping mirror, had a strange change in his body.

His face was constantly distorted, sometimes turning into Ling Tianhou, sometimes turning into various appearances that Shen Qian didn't recognize, and behind Gu Donglai, a long shadow was pulled out on the ground, and that shadow was also covered by a long handle. The sword pierced through, and at this moment, his body was bent and he was writhing in pain.

……

At the same time, thousands of miles away, on the top of a snow-capped mountain, a young man in common clothes was sitting cross-legged. He lowered his head in a daze, looking at the crevice that quietly appeared on his body.

A blinding white light radiated from the crack, no matter how much he urged his own power, he couldn't heal it.

The Sky Peeping Mirror pierced the intersection of King Zhou Yi's fate. Even if his real body is not in the Vientiane Tower, it is tantamount to cutting off his "Tao".

Feeling his own state of constant collapse, King Zhou Yi slowly raised his head, and suddenly burst out laughing.

"What I want is actually not the 'fire' in that kid, but his ignorant and enviable life..."

After a long time, King Zhouyi stopped laughing and murmured.

He has stolen the lives of countless people, but there has never been anyone like Shen Qian who can let countless people across the past and present lay out for him, and willingly pave the way for him.

This has nothing to do with the ultimate strength, but only with the fate of being watched and warmed by countless people.

The vitality of King Zhou Yi also began to dissipate.

Although Shen Qian only cut off his "Tao", it was equivalent to cutting off his Yangshou. He has survived for tens of thousands of years. Once he loses the support of "Tao", he will instantly turn into a dead bone.

In fact, he doesn't need to die, the three caves of the cunning rabbit, he still has an incarnation that has already cut off all connections, to deal with the situation at this time.

But Zhou Yi King suddenly felt that he was not interested, and he didn't do anything. He just stared at the direction of the foot of the mountain and let his body rot.

"The peach blossoms are blooming..."

　The King of Zhouyi section is finally finished. The original design is more complicated. Because of the rush, I am not very satisfied. Please forgive me. I will not stop updating until the end.

　　
　
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