In the hall of eternal life, mountains and rivers collapse and the sky overturns, just like the end of the day.
Earthquakes, tsunamis and all kinds of natural disasters occur frequently, which makes the blood flow into a river and the lives of the eternal life.
Since ancient times, all the creatures in the hall of eternal life will not die, but in the face of this terrible natural disaster, people will die all the time.
Powerful as the hall of eternal life, it can''t really protect the people in the world.
The most frightening thing is that these natural disasters seem to have no intention to stop with the passage of time.
One year, two years, ten years, like endless.
"Earthquake, tsunami, I''m afraid this is not an ordinary natural disaster?"
"I''ve heard that the eternal life hall seems to be being attacked by foreign enemies. Even if most of that power is offset by the array of the eternal life hall, a small part still infiltrates into it, causing the catastrophe."
"Who on earth is he? He has such great ability!"
"It is said that they are a group of immortal friars with great strength. It is said that many of them have surpassed the Immortal Emperor and reached the great saint level."
In the city of destiny, people can''t help changing color in the face of the bad news coming from outside the city.
The catastrophe came so fast and abrupt that it almost covered the whole eternal world. Except that the city of destiny was always intact, all parts outside the city suffered a devastating impact.
Even if the people in the temple of destiny maintain everywhere, they are still dead and injured and in chaos.
Until one day, the long-standing unrest gradually calmed down with the reduction of various natural disasters.
"Is it over?"
This is the voice of the living people, but there is no joy on their faces. Some are just miserable for the rest of their lives.
Countless people who have lost their loved ones, some cry in a low voice, others curse the injustice of heaven and the incompetence of the temple.
The temple of destiny has a mission to protect them, but the temple of destiny only saved a few people this time. How can the living people not complain?
Seeing all this, Gu Daoquan couldn''t help feeling a burst of grief and sighed: "Alas, it''s all my fault. I didn''t expect that the battle was so fierce that even the eternal life hall could not be suppressed."
"The temple Lord doesn''t have to blame himself. No one can stop it. Now the disaster has not passed. We have to continue to strengthen the defense of the city of destiny."
Wen Taishi said aside.
"That''s all I can do."
The ancient road spring paused and looked at the ancient road dust on the other side, "dear brother, what''s going on in the river of destiny now?"
"Everything is as usual. Yang Xuan has gone for a long time and no one has come back. Maybe something has happened."
Gu Daochen shook his head. He had a vanity mirror and could observe the river of destiny all the time. Now everything in the river of destiny seems very calm, which means that Yang Xuan has not awakened the God of destiny.
Once the God of destiny wakes up, the gear of destiny will turn again, and the river of destiny will no longer be as calm as before.
"Don''t worry, that boy is the son of destiny and will never be anything."
Having said that, there are also hidden worries in the heart of Wen Taishi. The son of destiny is just what the immortal hall Spirit said. No one can tell whether Yang Xuan is really the son of destiny or whether he can really awaken the God of destiny.
Gudaoquan was silent for a while, and then he didn''t say much. He just ordered to strengthen the array. No matter what the final result of the disaster was, whether Yang Xuan could successfully awaken the God of destiny, he had to stick to the last layer of fortress.
This is also his mission. As the Lord of the temple of destiny, he is willing to bet his life in order to keep this last pure land.
While strengthening the array in the city of destiny, Yan Ruyue and others are also worried about Yang Xuan.
Yang Xuan hasn''t come back since he went to the temple of destiny. According to the information from the Lord of Yanluo hall, Wen Taishi, it seems that Yang Xuan is going to close down for a period of time. Wen Taishi didn''t mention any other news.
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Deep in the river of destiny, the God of destiny looked at Yang Xuan with a smile and said faintly, "if that person knows you are the son of destiny, I''m afraid he doesn''t dare to calculate you. It''s good. Stealing a chicken won''t erode a handful of rice."
"That man regards me as a chess piece, but I won''t let him do it. Even the Immortal Emperor has to pay a price for it, but this fatalistic power is really good, and it can easily hurt an Immortal Emperor."
Yang xuandao.
"The power of destiny has the power of opposing heaven. How can a small Immortal Emperor stop it? Don''t say that even the great sage and strong dare not fight against the power of destiny."
Fate disdains Tao.
"Predecessors also have this power?"
"Do you feel it?"
"Well, after getting this fatalistic power, the younger generation can already feel the same breath as me in the elder''s body."
"Hehe, that''s the power of fate, which my lord left before he died."
"I see. What do you need to do next to help your predecessors open the wheel of destiny?"
"You have just mastered the power of destiny. Next, you have to cultivate a magic power. Only by practicing this magic power can you combine the power of destiny in your body with that in mine to start the wheel of destiny."
"What magic power?"
"Little fatalism!"
"Is this technique powerful?"
"It''s very strong, but it''s also difficult to master. If you want to speed up, you have to pay a certain price."
"What price?"
"Ten thousand years may be more longevity."
"Do you give up your life in exchange for magic..., why have you never heard of such a secret in the world?"
"I don''t know about other supernatural powers, but small fatalism can do so. Fatalism is related to one''s own life and fortune."
"In that case, do you still have to consume a certain amount of luck?"
"You don''t have to worry. After all, there is a fatalistic force in your body. As long as this fatalistic force doesn''t disperse, your luck will not be controlled by fate. Let''s say that you have jumped out of your destiny now, and everything in the future must be fought and won by yourself."
"That''s good."
Yang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief and immediately began to practice small fatalism.
Just now, the God of fate has informed him of the cultivation formula and quick secret method of little fatalism, and he has no worries and just wants to practice this magical power as soon as possible.
It''s just ten thousand years of life. He can afford it.
It''s really a little fatalism. It''s really mysterious and profound. Even if he knows the complete cultivation formula, Yang Xuan still has many things he doesn''t understand.
If there were no quick secret method, he would have been closed for thousands of years. I''m afraid it would be difficult to really practice it.
At the moment, as he continued to burn his life, his understanding seemed to have been greatly improved, so everything became smooth. Almost in an instant, he condensed a divine power seed in his brain.
The formation of this divine power seed also means that he has practiced small fatalism.
However, what made him speechless was that his life span was far more than 10000 years. If he had not had a good foundation, he would have died on the spot.
"Well, that''s good. I''ll call you Xiaobai later."
"Xiaobai..."
Yang Xuan was speechless. Why did the name sound so ugly? He took out a mirror and looked at it. He found that he was still his original face, but there were some wrinkles between his eyebrows, and his dark and shiny long hair had become snow-white at some time.
This white hair is the price of burning life. Only when the vitality of life is restored to a certain extent can the white hair be completely transformed into the black hair.