Shared Talent: God Transformation Chat Group

"This world is not as simple as it seems. Everyone has their own destiny, which is determined by God. Some are born to be kings, while others become bandits."

“If the road you are walking on is not your own choice, then no one knows where the journey ends. It is uncertain where you will end up and who you will meet!”

"Just like you met me today, it was all destined!"

A strange man wearing sunglasses and a black mask, speaking in a deceptive way, handed an indigo business card to the pretty girl in front of him, like a talisman: "This is my business card, please accept it!"

"Ghost Talisman Three Passes, fortune telling?"

Xia Ling looked at the so-called business card, then looked up at the weirdo in front of her and said sarcastically, "There are still people doing this these days. They are really trying hard to look good."

Unexpectedly, Gui Fu San Tong continued to mutter in a mysterious voice, "No matter what the world becomes, people will always be confused about their own destiny. Girl, can I tell you my fortune?"

Who would have thought that the next moment, Xia Ling would throw away the business card, turn around and leave: "I don't believe in ghosts and gods. Where I go is my own business. It's none of your business who I meet..."

Before Xia Ling could finish her words, she was suddenly pulled aside by a hand. At this moment, a delivery boy happened to pass by Xia Ling.

But, unfortunately, the guy seemed to have braked a little hastily, and the electric car had been in disrepair for a long time, and the brake pads were worn too badly, among other reasons, the tires slipped, and the delivery guy was thrown out.

Fortunately, this delivery guy was quite skilled. He put his hands on the ground, pressed his body down, and rubbed his feet on the road, leaving two slight scratches.

The car could not be saved, and the delivered food naturally spilled.

When Xia Ling saw this scene, she felt a little scared and couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief. She was about to turn around and thank the person who held her, but the first time she saw the person behind her, she was completely stunned, and even the resume in her hand fell down inadvertently.

The man was wearing a black Tang suit with blood-red red spider lily patterns embroidered on the hem. He had a youthful appearance, sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, a natural smile at the corners of his lips, and a noble temperament, yet an aura of majesty without even being angry.

The pair of murderous phoenix eyes were slightly raised, the color of the pupils was like black jade dipped in a cold spring. Xia Ling met his eyes and found that there was actually tiny golden light flowing in them.

A very dignified, gentle, noble and handsome boy.

Xia Ling felt as if Cupid's arrow of love had pierced her heart. She recalled all the Mary Sue novels she had read before and asked, "Could this be love around the corner?"

"Are you okay?" Fengdu Taoist asked in a calm tone.

Xia Ling finally came back to her senses and said repeatedly: "Oh, it's okay, thank you!"

Fengdu Taoist waved his hand, looking unconcerned.

Xia Ling's face turned slightly red and she acted a little shy.

At this moment, an angry voice suddenly came from behind Xia Ling: "Hey, stupid woman, stop being so crazy. How are you going to compensate for my takeaway?"

Xia Ling's reverie was interrupted by these sudden words. She couldn't help but frown and look behind her, only to see the delivery boy pointing at the pile of spilled takeout and yelling at her.

"Are you being reasonable? The light was clearly green just now!"

Xia Ling pointed behind her and saw that the figure of Fengdu Taoist had disappeared and the light had turned red.

Xia Ling was the only passerby left on the sidewalk.

"interesting!"

Gui Fu Santong looked at Fengdu Taoist who disappeared in the crowd, and a smile appeared on his face.

"What's so interesting?!"

At this moment, a hand suddenly rested on Guifu Santong's shoulder.

Gui Fu Santong frowned and pouted, "It's boring now!" From the darkness, the figure of Fengdu Daojun slowly emerged. He narrowed his eyes and smiled, "I think you are quite interesting. Do you want to fight with me?"

"No, I'm busy today. Next time, definitely next time!" Guifu Santong wanted to slap the hand off his shoulder.

"is it?"

Fengdu Daojun, however, took Guifu Santong's shoulder with his hand in a familiar manner and said with a smile: "Xingtian dances with Ganqi, and his fierce ambition remains. I am actually very curious about the fighting power of the owner of the Shenwu Ling Xingtian!"

After hearing this, Gui Fu San Tong froze up and laughed, "What Xing Tian, ​​Shen Wu Ling, why don't I understand?"

"is it?"

"How about I let you sober up?"

Listening to Fengdu Daojun's almost provocative words, "Ghost Symbol Santong" finally lost his patience, squinted at him and said: "Little ghost, although I don't know where you come from, but since you want to get beaten, don't blame me for being too heavy-handed!"

"Feel free to come over here!"

"Huangfu Longdou!"

The moment he heard this name, Huangfu Longdou finally had a murderous intent. Although he was not sure about this person's origins, what if he was sent by that side...

Half an hour later.

Spiritual realm, a place without people.

Don't give Fengdu Daojun time to react.

"boom---!"

The ground collapsed, leaving a spider web-like crack with a diameter of tens of meters. The void behind Huangfu Longdou twisted, and the shadow of a giant bronze axe split the layers of air waves, causing dust to fly. The axe blade had not yet appeared, but the evil spirit had already arrived.

"clang--!"

The sound of metal clashing with stone echoed. At this moment, Fengdu Daojun actually used his flesh and blood body to clamp the axe blade of Shenwu Lingxingtian with two fingers, preventing him from moving forward even an inch.

"What, how is that possible!"

Huangfu Longdou felt as if his inherent concepts were shattered, but after Fengdu Daojun glanced at the Shenwu Lingxingtian, a river-like object appeared in his hand. It was blood-yellow in color, filled with lonely ghosts who could not be reincarnated, and was full of insects and snakes, with a fishy wind blowing in his face.

This river is the Forgotten River!

The Wangchuan River in the palm of Fengdu Taoist Lord reflects the shadows of the souls of living beings in the world, and he can command it at will.

Then, the blood-yellow muddy river water turned into a mirror shape. After reflecting Xing Tian's body, a soul was seen falling from the mirror, accompanied by a roar: "The body can be killed! The will cannot be taken away!"

In a flash, he was shaped into the appearance of the divine Ling Xingtian, with a severed head, two nipples as eyes, a belly button as a mouth, a skirt and armor underneath, his whole body was muscular and his body was extremely strong, with ancient witch characters all over his body, and eyebrows and facial makeup interwoven on his chest and abdomen. His bronze body showed scars of the Age of Gods left by the war between the witches and liches.

It was even more ferocious and profound, as if it was the "evolved form" of the original divine spirit Xingtian, with a bronze axe and a bronze shield in each hand.

The axe was wrapped in the red sparks of the ancient times, and every inch of the blade was engraved with ancient oracle bone inscriptions.

The next moment, the battle axe fell!

The bronze axe dragged a red tail of flame, like a falling sun!
(End of this chapter)