Martial Dao Great Emperor

Outside the ancient land.

Not just the Heavenly Gold Saint.

In other places in the Tao world, there are also powerful Saints with unfathomable cultivation. They all have different expressions. Some are angry, some are sneering, and some are silent.

Although the strong ones in the Holy Realm cannot enter the ancient land.

But with the means they have at their disposal, they can sense what is happening in the ancient land.

Many of the monks who exist in the ancient land are equivalent to their eyes.

Therefore, for all the powerful men in the Saint Realm, the appearance of Luo Xiu appears in their eyes at this moment.

The figure standing proudly in the chaotic void seems to have been transformed into eternity.

at the same time.

Luo Xiu, who was in the ancient land, seemed to feel something.

His true spirit has escaped from the endless or the most ancient level of cultivation, and condensed the soul of the origin.

He felt like he was being watched.

But this feeling was fleeting, making him frown.

At this moment, the Holy Son of Qingling, who had used his trump card but had his trump card destroyed, retreated in shock. The only thought in his mind seemed to be to escape.

"How is this possible? I am the Son of Endlessness, and I carry the blessing of the destiny of the times. How could I lose to you? How could you be so strong?"

As the first-generation Son of Endlessness, this is a supreme honor. With a halo and luck, he has a high possibility of becoming a taboo-like existence in the future, alongside the legendary big shot.

But at this moment, he looked like he was in a state of despair. Both his belief and Taoism were about to shatter like glass.

"Nothing is impossible in this world."

Luo Xiu held the broken black blade in his hand, and the incomplete weapon in his hand did not make him look downcast at all, but rather arrogant.

But only Luo Xiu himself knows his own situation.

Although the continuous attacks just now destroyed the spiritual shadow of a strong Saint Realm expert, they were his ultimate explosion. In addition, during the previous fights and tribulations, he was also injured and was suppressed all the time. .

Luo Xiu was not in a hurry to take action.

Because the powerful recovery power of the Origin Body is working on its own, his injuries are constantly being repaired with every breath.

The cracks on his body are healing.

The depleted cultivation level in his body is also gradually recovering.

Casting the Origin Returning Technique was a huge drain, and Luo Xiu didn't know if those who wanted to deal with him had other means, so he didn't act rashly.

"I don't believe it! I don't believe any of this!" Holy Son Qingling hissed.

Qingling Mountain is the oldest inheritance of the Endless Era and the origin of the Endless Avenue.

It has gone through more than three thousand eras of chaos.

Qingling Mountain has just condensed a spiritual pearl.

The life bred in the spirit bead.

And his Holy Son Qingling was born from that spiritual bead.

So his name is Qing Ling.

His future is destined to be limitless, but he has only practiced for tens of thousands of years. He has not yet become the Great Emperor, and has not yet achieved the Taboo. How could he die here?

Tianjin Holy Lord is also a life born on Qingling Mountain. His strength is also a top-level existence among the strong ones in the Holy Lord Realm. His phantom of spiritual consciousness cannot be competed by any Holy Emperor Realm.

What exactly is going on?

Luo Xiu, how did he do it?

Saint Qingling's heart is in chaos at the moment. In the Tao world where there are no powerful people in the Great Emperor realm, Tianjin Saint can be said to be one of the strongest people.

The reason why he knew Luo Xiu was very powerful but was still calm and determined was because he had such a powerful trump card.

But he never thought of it.

The trump card he relied on was vulnerable to Luo Xiu and was easily destroyed.

At the same time, it also destroyed his faith, making his Taoist heart shake, and there were signs of collapse.

Holy Son Qingling was very frightened.

Because he knew very well that for a monk of his level, Taoism and belief were crucial.

Faith has collapsed, but there is still hope to regain it in the future.

But if the Dao Heart collapses, then his whole person will be completely destroyed, because the Dao Heart is closely related to the cultivation level. Once the Dao Heart is lost, the cultivation level will also be lost.

Luo Xiu walked up and down, his own condition gradually stabilized, and he could be sure that even if any unexpected situation occurred, he would be able to respond with confidence.

Holy Son Qingling must die.

This person is blessed by the luck of the times. If you miss the opportunity to kill him, the opponent will grow at a terrifying rate.

Even if Luo Xiu is sure and confident to suppress him now, if Qingling Holy Son has cultivated to the realm of the Holy Lord while he is still in the realm of the Holy Emperor, the result will be completely different.

When Qingling Holy Son saw Luo Xiu walking towards him, he already knew what would happen next.

At this moment, he actually calmed down.

"Are you sure you dare to kill me?"

"You have to know that I carry 80% of the destiny of the Endless Era. If you kill me, you will be an enemy of everyone in the Endless Era!"

"Really? If you are an enemy, be an enemy. Why should I, Luo Xiu, be afraid of anything in this life?"

Luo Xiu's tone was very calm, as if he was telling an insignificant matter.

"puff!"

He waved the broken blade in his hand. The Holy Son of Qingling, who was already at the end of his crossbow, could not resist at all. He could only watch the black broken blade slashing at him.

next moment.

His head flew out, and his eyes were round and full of unwillingness and resentment, and he would not rest in peace.

at the same time.

At the moment when Holy Son Qingling died, a large piece of brilliant golden light surged out from his body, and the body of Holy Son Qingling was also decomposed, turned into golden light, and condensed into a cloud.

The power of luck!

All the monks present shrank their eyes, with blazing light shining in their eyes.

The theory of luck is illusory.

It is said that luck is related to destiny. People who are blessed by luck will have better luck. For example, it will be easier to practice, to gain enlightenment, and even to be blessed by chance.

Legend has it that there are two rivers in the void.

One is the long river of time, recording the past of one era after another.

There is also the long river of destiny, which carries the destiny of every life and records the destiny.

The strong can go back in time and follow the past.

But only those who are detached are qualified to jump out of the shackles of fate and integrate fate into their own bodies. My fate is up to me and cannot be controlled by God.

Since ancient times, only special people like destiny usurpers have the ability to spy on destiny, and even some powerful destiny usurpers can modify the traces of destiny to some extent.

Luo Xiu is undoubtedly the closest person.

It was also the first time for him to see this kind of power of luck, a force that he had never been exposed to before.

But Luo Xiu was different from other monks. There was no heat in his eyes, and his soul and body had no feeling of longing for this so-called power of luck.

After all, this is the luck that belongs to the endless era.

In essence, Luo Xiu is no longer an endless cultivator.

Therefore, whether to integrate these so-called powers of luck or not is of little significance to Luo Xiu.

These powers of luck can only benefit the endless cultivation the most.

Even if it is the first ancient cultivation or the most ancient cultivation, unless someone has practiced the endless method, otherwise, it will be useless.