This sentence was like the sound of a gong, making him dizzy.

"Xiao Wen!" he asked in his heart, frightened and inexplicably.

"What's wrong?"

"Did you hear that?"

"What did you hear?"

"..." Wen Donglai was thinking in his mind, but sadly found that he couldn't think of a single word. This situation was exactly the same as when Mo Longsheng made a divination for him.

He tried to speak with his mouth, but no words came out.

"What's wrong?" Xiaowen asked curiously.

"Forget it." Wen Donglai had to compromise.

He clasped his hands together again, and the words came again: "My Lord, the destiny, may you live forever."

The left palm depicts the sun, moon, mountains and rivers, the right palm depicts the ages.

With both palms united, I, Lord, will live a long and prosperous life.

"This is the ultimate fairy fate. It can be used once a month. Combining the two palms is the key to opening the fairy fate. Liangjun, do you want to use it now?" Yu Xinshu, who had been silent, spoke at this moment.

"Ultimate Immortal Fate, what's the effect?" Wen Donglai was obviously stunned.

"It allows you to gain the right to control a small area of ​​destiny within an hour. Moreover, there are ninety-nine and eighty-one celestial beings among the Confucian Immortals. Only when all the celestial beings are resolved, you can hold the ultimate celestial being forever, and truly

His life is as long as the sky, and his glory is as bright as the sun."

A huge temptation.

Wen Donglai felt terrified in his heart: "In order to live as long as the sky, shine with the sun, and control the destiny of heaven, Emperor Tianru actually let the immortals strip away the blood and bones of Wanru..."

He felt sick and felt like vomiting. He felt uncomfortable wearing such a piece of Jiutian armor that condensed blood and tears.

Even though he is so bloody and cruel, he still insists on taking the name of "Confucian Heavenly Immortal", which is even more disgusting.

"Fuck, I don't need to borrow this ultimate fairy fate for the time being."

He uttered a curse word, and the sound of the machine rope turning rang in his ears, mixed with the weird sound of flesh and blood squirming, and blurry images like fragments flashed in his mind. They were mostly red and white things, and he couldn't see clearly.

What is.

But he swore that he would never put his palms together again.

He hates this sentence, even if it is written in Chinese characters, he hates it, because the price of this sentence is too cruel.

The black-armored guard was waiting seriously, holding the strange-shaped weapon in his hand tightly with both hands.

Wen Donglai's transformation into strange armors did not surprise him. Tianru Continent's agility skills had already developed to the point where they could create puppet legions. He had also seen armored puppets that were bigger and more powerful than Wen Donglai's.

He has even seen the terrifying trick of using "strange power" to control armored puppets.

What shocked him was why the grotesque armored body in front of him was emitting surging waves of Heavenly Power, and was faintly stimulating the Heavenly Power in his Confucian Mansion to accelerate its flow.

At that moment, he actually had the illusion that he was powerful and tall.

It felt like the ability of the armored monster in front of me was stronger than the ability of the 'Confucian' in my Confucian family.

Therefore, it was difficult for him to confirm whether the armored monster in front of him was an enemy or a friend, but no matter what, he did not dare to underestimate the young man in the armor.

Soon the armored monster in front of him changed back to the thin young man just now. The black-armored guard was still on guard and asked cautiously: "Your Excellency, this is the Holy Land of Confucianism, not a place where brute force is unbridled. Please.

Self-respect."

Wen Donglai shook his head slightly at him, took a deep breath, and rolled his stiff neck.

How could he have the intention to track down the bloody red line on the earth's chessboard?

He will go back to the owner of the fabric store to request a return.

So what if he is an immortal among the six mysteries? If the immortal helps the emperor to do evil, he will naturally look down upon him and even raise his middle finger.

"Sorry to bother you..."

when…

when…

Before Wen Donglai could finish his words, he was shocked by the two bells and almost collapsed to the ground.

He was most afraid of this kind of bell, just like the death knell.

"Hey, the clock has rung on the hour, and the clearing is complete."

The black-armored guard grunted, stopped talking to Wen Donglai, turned around, walked back to his post, and opened the door that was originally closed.

He reached out and pulled the latch on the door, and the door automatically opened, as if it had an electric remote control.

"Finally the door is open." Wen Donglai secretly covered his chest and sighed twice, but then his eyes widened and his face turned pale again.

A constant whisper began to ring in my ears.

"Invasion of strange power...Invasion of strange power..."

"Discovering Confucianism's grotesqueness, it is recommended to activate the martial arts form. The sequence of Yin stems and branches is 4-4. The grotesqueness grows strong, Yin and Yang intersect and merge, and Yang prevails and Yin grows. Start recording the entire process to analyze the details of the grotesque... Analysis completed, sequence code: Gray Chips..."

Yu Xinshu began to sound a frantic alarm.

A picture appeared in Wen Donglai's mind. It was a big branch. The strange thing was that the branch was thicker than the trunk of the big tree, and the branch was leafless, as if it were dead, and it stretched downwards to the ground.

, absorbing the gurgling blood.

Layer by layer, ash dust as dense as cotton wool fell from the branches of the tree to the ground, where it melted into holes like showerheads.

This is a sequence metaphor, and the specific situation depends entirely on your imagination.

"The fighting mode will not be activated for the time being."

Wen Donglai was unusually calm at this time. He felt there was no need to expose himself. Confucianism and weirdos were very sensitive, and the best way to avoid them was to stay still.

In other words, if you don’t stare into the abyss, the abyss will naturally not stare into you.

Moreover, he has no Confucian possessions and no mysterious power. No matter how he jumps around, he can't beat Confucian weirdness.

A black cloud floated silently from inside the gate. There seemed to be terrifying demons and ghosts hidden in the rolling cloud tide, and their prey was only one, and that was Wen Donglai in front of the gate.

In the world of Confucianism, strangeness, power, chaos, and the four divine palaces began to tremble violently, and there was a tendency to be pulled out of the earth. The world of Confucianism trembled, and the ruined Confucianism was like a candle in the wind, as if it would be extinguished at any time.

"The wind and clouds are turbulent, the mountains and rivers are tilted, and Confucianism is determined by the country, and the years are not old." Xiaowen groaned through gritted teeth. In order to suppress the four mansions, the natural power in the Confucian mansion was exhausted and almost dried up.

"Confucian weirdness is so terrifying." Wen Donglai was panic-stricken and screamed crazily in his heart.

He felt that the candle of his life was beginning to light up, and the wax tears began to roll down like blood. Soon, he would be pathetically consumed by the strangeness that invaded the human heart.

He turned around and tried to escape, but it was as if roots had taken root in the soles of his feet and he couldn't pull them out.

Not only that, he found that the 'Confucian Heavenly Immortal' on his body began to emit a current of cold and hot air, and his whole person felt like a world of ice and fire.

Yes, you don’t play like this.

Wen Donglai almost cried. Only the soft sounds coming from time to time in his ears gradually calmed his racing heart.

"The strange power invades and filters, and the strange power combines."

"The strange power invades and filters, and the strange power combines."

These are not Xiaowen's voices, but Yu Xinshu's.

Wen Donglai was not crazy enough to think that he was invincible.

Obviously, this is the function of the Confucian Immortal in the body to filter the invasion of strange forces.

This is truly a great destiny.

At the same time, the trend of the four houses rising from the ground suddenly stopped, and the signs of great turmoil quickly weakened. Xiaowen was finally able to take a breath.

Wen Donglai also had a feeling of escaping from death.
Chapter completed!