The vast world, the torrents rolling.

Qingyuan approaches step by step, and its momentum rises step by step.

The closer you are, the closer you are to life and death to Zhengyi.

But before life and death, he still looked dull and had no change.

"When I went down the mountain, the head sect once said that I was the best in the world. Although I was not good at fighting, I would not be inferior to anyone in the world."

Zhengyi suddenly spoke and said lightly: "After I get off the mountain, there will be the highest Taoist practice in the world, and no one can beat me. Not only that, I will never lose in my life... Not to mention the future, I will only talk about the present moment. According to the truth, only the immortals can defeat me, but as a contemporary disciple of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Righteous Taoism, I will not have any immortals attacking me in the future. Therefore, I should have no signs of defeat in my life."

Kiyohara said: "But you are still defeated now."

Zhengyi said, "You are a variable that even the Taoist ancestor cannot see. Although I am not convinced of this change, it is not surprising that random numbers will eventually be destroyed, and you will eventually die."

"Is this a fate?"

"yes!"

"You believe in fate, too?"

"All things in heaven, earth and earth are born with fixed numbers, and everything is destined."

Zhengyi said calmly: "Since I was born, I have been at the Shouzhengdao Sect. Since I remember, the Shouzhengdao Sect has taught me this way."

Kiyohara said: "But the green bull who should have been killed by you died at my hands, but you who should have been smooth sailing and should not have been defeated forever, but you were defeated at my hands."

He came to Zheng Yi and said in a low voice: "Fate?"

Zhengyi suddenly realized that Qingyuan in front of him had a slightly ferocious expression.

...

"The supreme ancestors in the past created the character ", "Fate" is divided into three parts."

"People, one, knock."

"A person's bow is life."

"But I will not surrender to the saints! I will not bow to heaven and earth!"

Qingyuan said in a deep voice: "I don't accept my fate!"

If he accepted his fate, he would not have left Zixiao Palace and looked for opportunities in the lower realm.

If you accept your fate, you should fan the fire in Zixiao Palace for a lifetime.

If he accepts his fate, he will not have the Taoist practice today and will begin to enter middle age.

It was precisely because he refused to accept his fate that he gave up his stable life in Zixiao Palace and a future that could prolong his life in Zixiao Palace.

He came down from the world and risked life and death, betting on a stable life for nearly a hundred years to seek that illusory opportunity.

He demanded to take the road to immortality!

He wants to become an immortal!

He will never die in a hundred years!

He will last forever in a thousand years!

He will still have himself ten thousand years later!

Instead of turning into dead bones a hundred years later, and shattering a thousand years later, no one in the world knows Qingyuan. But ten thousand years later, the smoke disappeared without any trace of him.

No one knows the name of Qingyuan, and no one knows that there is a person like Qingyuan.

There was once a trajectory between heaven and earth, but later on, it will be erased in the years.

Looking forward, many amazing people have disappeared in the long river of time and no trace anymore. Only the saints and immortals who have lived in the world today are still in the world and are still known to people.

"From Zixiao down the world, I dare to take risks in the world."

"I dare to die in the battle of Lindong."

Qingyuan said coldly: "This is my path... I am not afraid of death, but I don't accept my fate!"

His only remaining arms were raised.

Yu Ruyi barely shone with white light.

He continued to hit him!

Bang!

The hazy light on his body suddenly dissipated.

But the next moment, it had a stronger luster that protected him.

"A treasure of protection?"

Qingyuan's eyebrows slightly condensed and said, "How many more can you block me?"

He raised Yu Ruyi and wanted to take action again.

“Twenty-eight.”

Masaichi said calmly, "As long as you can hold on, you can break this protective treasure in the next twenty-eight strokes. But during this period, I can recover a little, and after the treasure is broken, I can block you... In other words, if you are not tired and weak, you can kill me thirty strokes. But, with such a strong attack, can you still fight thirty times?"

Kiyohara said: "Maybe."

Suddenly, a blue light flashed.

The green lotus fairy seeds soared into the air and the light flowed.

This kind of seed was greatly weakened by his several times. Although it had remedies, if he absorbed the vitality in it at this time, then the Qinglian Immortal Seed would have completely died.

Zheng Yi's eyes were solemn, but he still had no awe and fear of life and death.

In his eyes, life and death were not as heavy as he thought.

Being indifferent is not only about others, but also about yourself.

He did not delay time with words, did not intimidate, did not compromise, and did not beg for mercy.

He was not good at speaking, and he didn't have to speak.

"Then come."

He said this in his mind.

Bang!

Qingyuan's jade Ruyi suddenly fell down, and the white light trembled.

First!

...

Zheng Yi tilted his head slightly.

He was exhausted, but he had barely recovered from movement at this moment.

He raised his arm slightly and moved it.

The mana in the body gradually moves.

He is an immortal body, and he recovers faster than anyone in the world... except perhaps Qingyuan.

Bang!

Second!

Just as he counted silently in his heart, he did not sit still waiting for death, his magic power was still operating.

Although it seems that there is no life at the moment, he still hasn't thought that Ren Qingyuan will kill himself.

Is this also a kind of disobedience?

He shouldn't have died!

This is not fate!

Bang!

The third time!

...

Qingyuan raised his arm again, and Yu Ruyi shone with white light and was about to continue to smash it down.

But the next moment, he suddenly stopped.

After a moment of silence, Qingyuan collected Yu Ruyi.

He seemed to have thought of something.

His murderous intent disappeared a lot.

"you……"

Masaichi showed a rare change in expression, looking extremely surprised.

Qingyuan didn't speak.
To be continued...