Troubled Times: Added six doors at the beginning, pushing the world horizontally

Chapter 411: Destiny of Luck ()

On this day, many heroes came to Yanjing City.

They are tired and stumbling!

Only one pair of eyes was exceptionally bright, with an arrogance in his expression.

Some people have traveled thousands of miles and completed a journey that took dozens of days in just two or three days.

Some people come from the old land of Qian Kingdom, and some come from the old land of Western Chu.

Although they once regarded themselves as Gan people and Chu people, at this moment, they finally let go of their prejudices.

They have various identities, but at this moment, they only have one identity.

That's the human race!

The same blood flows in their bodies!

There are many reckless people in the world, but there are also many heroes!

Every time you kill a dog out of righteousness!

Many people actually don’t know why they are here.

I just thought they should come, and then they did!

And along the way, many people died along the way.

There are so many heroes from the emperor, but today in Yanjing City, nearly 70% of them have gathered.

They traveled thousands of miles to come here just for those eight words.

Outside Yanjing City,

Some people were leading an old horse, wearing bamboo hats on their heads and carrying knives on their backs. Before they entered the city, they exuded overwhelming murderous intent.

A strong evil aura is taking people's minds, and before anyone arrives, the evil aura has already swept over him.

A demonic giant took advantage of the car and dragged many monster corpses along the way.

Someone came in a sedan chair, surrounded by beautiful women.

Before anyone arrived, a faint fragrance filled the air.

An elderly man rode a bull, turned his back to the crowd, and hummed a ballad.

That is a war song spread from ancient times.

Although there are only a few sentences, they reveal the extraordinary and iron-blooded unyielding meaning.

Three religions and nine streams, all rivers and lakes, those who are into the stream and those who are not, are now coming to Yanjing City one after another.

Among them there are strong men in the Dharma Image Realm, and there are also warriors who are just in the previous realm.

They are all the younger generation in the world. Young people are full of passion.

In the Chaotian Palace,

Shen Du stood with his hands clasped behind his hands, his burning eyes seeming to span many spaces and fall on the dusty faces.

Xia Chongjiang walked slowly behind him, looked at the various signs in the city, and said in a deep voice: "Are you really going to do this?"

Shen Du nodded slightly: "Only in this way can we win a glimmer of hope for thousands of people."

Xia Chongjiang didn't speak, and looked at the figures rushing towards him with deep eyes.

"Jianghu is such a strange place!"

Xia Chongjiang whispered to himself.

He has been in the world of martial arts, so he knows the temperaments of those in the world of martial arts very well.

Smelly and hard!

But sometimes we have to admit that it is precisely because of the strange rules of the world that we have created groups of people in the world.

They can turn against each other for the sake of a martial art, but sometimes they are not afraid of life and death and are willing to put life and death aside.

Outside Yanjing City, sword energy rose into the sky, and a group of white-clothed swordsmen came on horseback, raising smoke and dust all over the sky.

The former five major sword sects in the world exist in name only, but there are still a few sects whose foundations are still there.

Among them is Mingjian Villa, and even Mingjian Villa is now the most prosperous among the many Jianghu sects in the world.

In recent years, the pressure of Mingjian Villa in the world has become stronger and stronger.

It's just that the people at Mingjian Villa rarely go out anymore, which makes them feel a little more mysterious.

Everyone was surprised. They didn't expect that even Mingjian Villa would show up this time.

Not long after the appearance of Mingjian Villa, another Jianghu sect came, as well as many ordinary Jianghu people.

Many Jianghu people rushed to Yanjing City together, which can be called an unprecedented prosperity.

When everyone comes here, they will look up at the sky.

Look at the power of the "gods" suspended in the sky!

Within that stream of light, they could feel the majestic and terrifying power.

At a certain moment, a bright stream of light flew out of the palace, like a canopy, hanging on the sky, slowly unfolding.

The pale golden font shines infinitely, spreading across most of the void.

That is the edict of the King of Humans!

Even in the blue sky and white sun, it is extremely bright and dazzling.

A powerful sound like rolling thunder resounded throughout the world.

"If you want to become a god, please leave your name!"

The nine short characters are like golden cauldrons and jade words, imprinted on the sky, shining brightly and touching the rules of heaven and earth.

"Ha ha!"

"I wonder if I am qualified!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a hearty laugh resounded throughout the world.

A cold sword light shot into the sky!

A magic sword flew out, and at that moment, all the swords within a thousand miles seemed to be humming softly, saluting these magic weapons.

This terrifying vision instantly attracted everyone's attention.

Soon, a line of writing slowly appeared above the human king's edict.

Lu Hongtian!

Wutian Sword Master, the owner of Mingjian Villa!

As a great swordsman in the world, his prestige is certainly not low.

The moment his name was imprinted on the edict of the King of Human Beings, it seemed to touch the destiny of the world, and the destiny soared into the sky.

The turbulent destiny of the world is surging in the clouds!

Bursts of purple thunder!

All kinds of strange phenomena merge together, like thunder destroying the world.

At that moment, his mind seemed to be integrated into this world, and he felt the thoughts of all living beings.

Life and death change, sun and moon change!

Lu Hongtian stood with his sword in hand, a thought came to his mind, and he silently swore an oath:

"We, the warriors, should die in front of thousands of people!"

The moment the oath was taken, a stream of light flew from the sky and the earth, hung above his head, and fell with clear lights.

At this moment, he truly gained the recognition of heaven and earth, and even more so, the recognition of all people.

That is the authority of a sword god!

He has gathered all kinds of swordsmanship in the world to achieve this authority. He can be said to be the founder of swordsmen in the world.

In the overseas world, all those who later practice this swordsmanship must respect this.

The same is true in this human world!

In an instant, the aura on his body rose rapidly, causing the ten miles of void around him to tremble slightly.

In the blink of an eye, he has crossed many levels from the magical power realm to a new realm, almost comparable to the cave heaven realm.

This is not his true realm!

It is just through that authority that the energy of the world is integrated into the body, thereby mobilizing the power of heaven and earth.

Both are indispensable!

If one day he does something that goes against the human race, this destiny will leave him. At that time, even his original strength will be taken away.

Without the power of a god, is he still a god?

And because he is a mortal, not a celestial being, his body has not been transformed, so even if he gains this extraordinary power, he will not be able to live forever.

His real lifespan is only related to his own realm, and luck will not help him live forever.

Everyone looked up at this scene, with a faint desire to try in their hearts.

After Lu Hongtian grasped this authority, a peaceful voice suddenly came.

"Junior!"

"I didn't expect you to make the first move!"

"The juniors at Mingjian Villa have become increasingly unruly in recent years."

Although the words were abusive, the tone was more like an admonishment from an elder to a younger generation.

As the words fell, there was sword energy rising into the sky from the ground in the distance.

The sword that had previously regained its stability began to tremble rapidly again, even more violently than before. An old man wearing a bright red robe and carrying a sword came slowly, his steps seemed slow but actually fast.

In just a few breaths, hundreds of miles have been covered.

As he continued to approach, the sword intent became more pure and solid.

Lu Hongtian's expression suddenly changed, and he recognized that figure.

As one of the five major sword sects in the world, how could he not recognize this legendary figure from the Western Chu Sword Pavilion?

The moment he approached Yanjing City, the majestic sword energy almost stirred up the thunderclouds in the sky, forming a huge storm.

Everyone's hearts were suddenly startled, and their faces showed surprise.

This sword intent is too pure!

It even affected their state of mind. Within this sword intention, they felt like they were ready to die.

In the Chaotian Hall, Xia Chongjiang said quietly: "I didn't expect that he would actually reach this point."

"He has reached this point without relying on anyone and relying on his sword power. He can be regarded as the best in the ages!"

He had recognized the man's identity.

Xichu Jiange, Xiong Jiuru!

In the past, he was also a famous figure in the world.

His talent is invincible among his peers!

It is obvious that he has just entered the realm of magical power for the first time, but this sword intention is so pure that it may have reached a level comparable to the ninth level of magical power.

This is considered a new approach for him.

If he can really continue on this path, perhaps he will be a person who is called a sect ancestor in the future.

He has embarked on a new path that is unique to himself!

He is a truly pure swordsman!

Xiong Jiuru stood up in the air, looked at the human king's edict in the sky, and said calmly: "Xi Chu Jiange, Xiong Jiuru, is willing to die for the human race!"

Plain words came out faintly!

Show your ambition!

The name "Xiong Jiuru" slowly appeared on the human king's edict.

At the same time, Xiong Jiuru's voice echoed in the minds of all people.

"Xi Chu Jiange, Xiong Jiu died for the human race as he wished!"

A simple sentence echoed in everyone's mind for a long time.

Outside Yanjing City, a standing boulder peeled off automatically, carving out a lifelike stone sculpture whose face was that of Xiong Jiuru.

On one side, there stands a stone sculpture of Lu Hongtian, with traces of luck flowing on the stone sculpture, as if covered with a layer of white gauze.

At that moment, the fate of the world was triggered and gathered from heaven and earth. It was like a beam of light injected into his body, urging his strength to continue to rise.

Xiong Jiuru's eyes passed over the authorities, and finally stopped behind one of them, and reached out to pick it up.

"Boom!"

A thunderous sound resounded like a god beating a drum, breaking the sky.

Thunder exploded deep in the clouds, and purple electric arcs beat wildly, densely packed like a huge net.

This is the authority of the God of Thunder, possessing the power to control the thunder between heaven and earth.

With his status, how could he be willing to succumb to others.

He didn't bother to compete with a junior for anything.

Anyway, he was familiar with Thunder Sword Technique, and based on this, he might not be much weaker.

What's more, his sword already has its own way, and he doesn't want his sword way to be polluted and become no longer pure.

Xiong Jiuru's eyes fell on the magnificent palace, he smiled softly and said loudly:

"Since he is a human king, why not come out and meet him!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure in black clothes rose into the air from the Chaotian Hall of the Imperial Palace.

There is no terrifying momentum, and there is no sword intention to soar into the sky!

As the human king chosen by all the people in the world, the person with the strongest martial arts in the world, at this moment, he seems extremely ordinary, just like an ordinary person.

Wearing a simple ordinary black robe, with flying black hair, and an arrogant domineering look between his eyebrows.

Although he didn't let off any momentum, there was still an unspeakable terrifying pressure that shocked the mind.

Just standing alone in the sky, it is like a pillar supporting the sky, like the center of heaven and earth.

Everyone watched in awe!

Everyone's eyes were attracted, and there was a hint of admiration in their expressions.

Looking at the entire rivers and lakes from a rough place to where it is today, I am afraid that Shen alone is the only one.

This human king, known as the devil of the rivers and lakes, now looks like a real immortal god.

Everywhere in the fairyland, there is a vast amount of Qi flowing freely.

By now, they no longer have any jealousy.

This kind of person really makes them unable to feel the slightest jealousy.

Shen Du looked at the heroes of the world and was silent for a long time.

There was no wave on his calm face, and there was no emotion in his deep pupils.

No one knows what this young human king is thinking at this moment.

For a moment, Shen Du straightened his robes, bowed his hands in front of the void, and looked at the people in the distance.

"I would like to thank you all here!"

The black robe is flying, and the tall figure stands in the sky.

quiet……

The venue seemed to have fallen into a deathly silence, and you could hear a needle drop!

No one expected that the majestic king would pay such a grand tribute, and also do so to such a fool as them.

The next moment, thousands of people from all walks of life inside and outside Yanjing city bent down and returned the favor.

How could they bear the great gift from the king?

Silence!

"Ha ha!"

Xiong Jiuru's eyes flashed and he laughed loudly, looking up to the sky and laughing: "What a human king!"

"To receive such a courtesy from the King of Human Beings, my death is worth it."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and threw it forward, and a sword light fell into the endless distance.

That sword light cut through the void, spanning tens of thousands of miles in an instant, and landed somewhere unknown.

But he understands that wherever the sword light goes, it is the place he will guard in this life!

Xiong Jiuru controlled the long sword and headed into the distance.

……

Shortly after Xiong Jiuru left, an old man riding a green bull slowly stepped off the bull's back, walked forward with his hands behind his hands, and stood in front of the gate of Yanjing City.

"If you are willing to die for the human race, please come forward!"

Not long after, in Yanjing City, streams of light suddenly rose into the sky.

A middle-aged man in plain clothes carried two swords on his back, took one step forward, and rose into the sky.

The next moment, a ray of authority from the gods flew over and enveloped his body, causing his strength to rise rapidly.

In less than half a snap of his fingers, he had already reached a level comparable to the Cave Heaven Realm.

It was a water god's authority, in charge of the water of heaven and earth. He was once the god who controlled thousands of rivers in that area of ​​heaven and earth.

There is a woman in red who is armed with two swords. Every step she takes, her luck increases and her strength increases exponentially.

There is an old man who is over sixty years old. When he walks, he seems to be a dead tree blooming with spring, and his appearance changes in an instant.

There are immature young people, full of passion, looking up to the sky and laughing, holding the power of the gods.

The streaks of light above the sky disappeared, and more and more stone sculptures stood outside the city.

The human king's edict is filled with densely packed names.

Each pale golden font is shining brightly, shining on the world.

Outside Yanjing City, among the crowd, someone suddenly chanted:

"We, the warriors, should die in front of thousands of people!"

"We, the warriors, should die in front of thousands of people!"

Gradually, the momentum grew, converging into a majestic wave like the vast ocean.

The momentum is overwhelming!

(End of this chapter)