Fantasy_ Taking on the son of destiny as a disciple and conquering the world forever

Thousands of miles of vast lake with rippling blue waves.

Lin Tianyao, the Taoist disciple of Huolin Cave, stood high in the sky, with a flaming unicorn statue appearing behind him that covered the sky and the sun, exuding the unparalleled power of fire that burned the sky and destroyed the earth.

The thousands-mile-long lake below evaporated in an instant, turning into a piece of scorched earth in the state of glass. The scorched earth was covered with the charred corpses of dragons, black turtles, strange fish, shrimps and crabs and other aquatic species. Every trace of the power of destiny converged on Lin Tianyao.

“The power of destiny collected from these guys is too thin, and it is not even as good as the power of destiny transformed by my own luck. If I want to leave a name on the heavenly monument, it seems that I have to find a way from other geniuses.”

Lin Tianyao shook his head slightly, turned into a ray of fire, and rushed towards the Tianming Dao Monument.

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The tall peak reaches straight into the sky.

Mangan, the Daozi of the ancient barbarian tribe, tore an ancient evil dragon with wings on its back into pieces and let the blood rain from the sky to rain down on himself.

Mangan bathed in the dragon’s blood, and the totem texture on his body shone with crystal luster. He absorbed all the energy in the dragon’s blood, and there was a faint layer of destiny power flowing through his body.

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On the smooth and jade-like cliff, blurry figures were reflected, seemingly practicing some mysterious technique.

The gentle and elegant Jun Wuming stood in front of the cliff, quietly comprehending the mysterious Taoist rhyme on the cliff, and the power of destiny flowing through his body was rapidly growing.

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The wilderness is vast, with dark red sand and stones, and a strange black-red wind howling.

The demons from the ancient demon palace flew across the sky on the Bone Throne, and the billowing demonic energy surged endlessly between heaven and earth.

In front of it, the Saint of Qianqiong Holy Land in the Eastern Wasteland fled in a panic on a sapphire shuttle. A panicked voice came from afar: “All devils, let me live! I am willing to be a servant for the rest of my life!”

“You are not worthy of being my servant!”

There was a violent look in the eyes of Wan Devil Zi, and the cold voice seemed to come from Jiuyou.

In the next moment, a skull on the armrest of the Bone Throne under Wan Demon Prince suddenly disappeared, shuttled through the void, and instantly appeared in front of Saint Qian Qiong.

The skull had grown to about ten feet in size. He swallowed Saint Qianqiong in one gulp and chewed it several times. Blood mixed with broken bones spilled from the mouth of the skull.

The Demon King kept walking, riding the Bone Throne, and headed straight for the Destiny Monument.

Wherever it passed, whether it was a genius or an ancient ferocious beast, they were all turned into withered bones.

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The vast river that stretches hundreds of miles to the sky roars and roars, its waves roll across the sky, and its sound shakes the world.

There is an ancient crystal palace at the bottom of the river, filled with fairy light and Taoism. It seems to be isolated in an unknown time and space, untouched by time.

Ao Tian of the Golden Dragon Clan stood outside the Crystal Palace with his hands behind his back, with a fiery look in his eyes: “When Xuanzu entered this place, he sensed that there was a legacy of the Ancient Dragon Clan here, but he failed to break through the defense of this Dragon Palace, leaving behind Backhand, let me wait for the younger disciples to pick it up, I hope Xuanzu’s preparations over the years will be useful!”

After finishing speaking, Ao Tian turned his palm, and a dragon talisman with ancient aura appeared in his palm.

The dragon talisman suddenly brightened, turning into thousands of real and illusory ancient dragons, and entered the crystal palace in front of them from different directions.

The immortal light circulating around the Crystal Palace was illusory, and Ao Tian’s figure had disappeared.

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Everywhere in the secret realm of Tianbei, many geniuses have their own opportunities and circumstances.

Han Yuyao rushed towards the ancient monument of destiny for several days, but found that she could hardly close the distance with the ancient monument of destiny. Only the power of destiny flowing in her body became more intense, and there was something more between her and the secret realm of the destiny monument. An inexplicable and strange connection.

Moreover, as she moved forward, she vaguely sensed that the power of her own destiny was silently transforming into the power of destiny, but was blocked by the innate five-square flag in her body, which made her wary.

Because of the change in the power of luck in her body, even her Flawless Sword Heart and Chaos Sword Body were unable to detect it at all!

This secret realm of heavenly monument seems to hide deeper unknown secrets.

“Ho! Roar! Roar…”

Suddenly, loud roars of dragons resounded between the heaven and the earth, and thousands of real dragon shadows wandered in the sky, filled with the huge pressure of the formation.

In the blink of an eye, the entire world around Han Yuyao was imprisoned and turned into a cage.

Han Yuyao raised her beautiful eyebrows lightly and said in a cold tone: “Counting the days, it’s time for the East China Sea Dragon Clan to arrive. Get out!”

Ever since she entered the secret realm of the Sky Monument, Han Yuyao could clearly feel the curse of the East China Sea Dragon Clan beating in her body. She understood that it was the East China Sea Dragon Clan that was looking for her location, but she never felt the slightest fear.

Around her, nine young men and women with different postures appeared out of thin air. Each of them had a pair of crystal dragon horns growing on their foreheads, and their aura was in the realm of the Lord.

, all of them can be regarded as unparalleled talents with extraordinary qualifications.

The first person was a tall and straight young man with high eyebrows and divine eyes. He said in a deep voice: “Ao Jinxiao, the eldest prince of the Dragon Clan of the East China Sea, and all the fellow Taoists of the Dragon Clan, have been waiting here for a long time!”

Han Yuyao raised her eyes and glanced around, and found that besides Ao Jinxiao, there were three other dragons from other areas, and the remaining five were all from the Golden Dragon Clan.

Han Yuyao’s eyes fell on Ao Jinxiao and suddenly asked: “Ao Fengyun was the thirteenth prince of the East China Sea Dragon Clan. He lived for more than a hundred years when he died. You are the eldest prince, at least you have to live. It’s been hundreds of years, right? You can still enter the secret realm of the Sky Monument?”

Ao Jinxiao was stunned for a moment, not expecting Han Yuyao to ask such a question, and responded with a gloomy face: “My prince has not lived for more than a thousand years, so he can naturally enter this place!”

It turns out that the secret realm of Tianbei limits longevity to a thousand years?

Master, you seem to be just over a hundred years old, right?

The corners of Han Yuyao’s lips raised unconsciously. She was originally extremely wary of this secret realm of heavenly monuments, but after hearing the news, she immediately had no worries anymore.

Han Yuyao’s eyes fell on several dragon clans, and she said somewhat unexpectedly: “Isn’t Ao Tian from the golden dragon clan here? Just a few of you idiots dare to intercept and kill me?”

“You are not worthy of letting Daozi take action!” Several geniuses from the Golden Dragon Clan shouted coldly.

Han Yuyao shook her head slightly and said calmly: “If Ao Tian comes, it will be interesting. Dealing with you is really boring.”

“Don’t be arrogant! I know that your strength is on par with the gods, but since we dare to take action, how can we not be sure? This Ten Thousand Dragons Broken Sword Divine Formation is specially designed to deal with sword cultivators like you!”

Ao Jinxiao shouted angrily, and the sound of dragon roars sounded one after another in the sky and the earth. Many dragon-shaped formations lit up one after another, revealing an extremely mysterious aura fluctuation.

At this moment, Han Yuyao vaguely felt that the sword intent in her body was being suppressed.

This is a god-level formation specifically for sword cultivators!

“That would be interesting!”

Han Yuyao whispered, holding the sword formula with her hand, and a bright moon appeared in the sky, spreading the power of the Taiyin sword all over the sky, overwhelmingly covering Ao Jinxiao and the other eight dragon clan geniuses.