This is how immortals are cultivated

The shouts shook the sky, and the energy of the Yellow Sky was surging, causing the body of the Qiyun True Dragon in the clouds to roll.

After the slogans were shouted, the Yellow Turban Army's formation began to move.

The expressions on their faces were different, and they came from all over the place. At this moment, the soldiers who were all wearing yellow turbans were holding swords and guns in their hands. Some even felt that it was convenient for them to do so, so they took their hoes and slowly went out into the battle.

But it was this act of "rebellion" that aroused the wrath of the Sky's Luck True Dragon, which roared repeatedly. Above the sky, it seemed as if it dominated everything and cast a cold gaze.

For a moment, the sky seemed to fall down.

In reality, abnormal celestial phenomena appeared.

The anomaly is because the sky is divided into two completely different parts.

The weather on the Qing army's side was extremely clear, and even the sunlight was very soft.

But when they arrived at the Yellow Turban Army's position, it was gloomy, with dark clouds rolling in and thunder rumbling from the clouds.

Fine cold rain mixed with hail, which was absolutely impossible to appear in this season, fell on the Yellow Turban Army's formation.

The rain penetrated into the bone marrow, causing the common people to shiver, even though they had enough food to eat in the past few months, but their bodies had not yet recovered from the overdrawn hard work of the previous ten or even dozens of years.

As the cold rain and hail fell, a sudden gust of wind blew up, blowing sand and rocks, blinding the eyes and blowing out the heat in the body.

In an instant, hundreds of Yellow Turban soldiers fell.

Even the Yellow Turban Warrior, who was considered a superman compared to ordinary people, did not feel well after drinking the talisman water made from the Taoist master's blood.

The wind and sand blinded their eyes, and the wind and rain on their bodies made them feel sticky. Their movements became stiff and discontinuous, as if their joints were rusted.

Compared with the tragic situation of the Yellow Turban Army, the morale of the Qing Army was much higher.

God is on our side, and every general and officer in the army feels like they have been given a mission by God.

As for the soldiers at the bottom of the army, most of them had similar origins to the common people of the Yellow Turban Army or the slaves of the wealthy families. In other words, the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army originally belonged to the same class as them, but now they have become two camps.

In other words, the lower-level soldiers of the Qing army were people who believed in their fate.

Fate is irreversible, but it does exist, and the current situation of the Yellow Turban Army proves this.

Since that's the case, since fate requires them to work like slaves, to give up everything they've worked for, even to give up their lives, then it's all right, it's all inevitable...

Is this really the case? Is it inevitable?

Looking at the Yellow Turban soldiers in front of him who were from nowhere, and listening to the shouts and angry roars coming from the army formation.

Such doubts arose in the minds of most of the lower-level soldiers of the Qing army.

However, such doubts seem too light and insignificant compared to the weight of fate.

Even if doubts turn into questions and ignite the flames of resistance, even if these flames gather and turn into a burning fire, just like on the opposite side, under the storm of God's will, it seems that they will be blown out in an instant.

The Qing army moved.

"Destiny is with me!"

The armored empress in green shouted.

Her voice echoed throughout heaven and earth, as if representing the will of heaven and earth.

The officers who came from aristocratic families were also fanatical, driving their soldiers into battle.

Those who retreat will be killed, those who advance will be killed. Those who kill the enemy will be exempted from this year's taxes and can even become a personal slave serving the master. They can even escape slavery and have the opportunity to become one of the slaves.

Although originally there was no need for so many 'masters', it didn't matter. More people would die in this war, their corpses piling up to build up the generals' achievements and fame, and their corpses grinding into a mark in the history of the generals.

The tsunami of heaven swept into the crowd and hit the Yellow Turban warriors who were the vanguard and were like reefs.

In the first wave, the Yellow Turban warriors held on and even fought back.

In the second wave, the Yellow Turban warriors still held on.

But there is still a third wave and a fourth wave.

Putting aside the influence of heaven, the talisman water made by Fang Suichu actually has limitations. Although it can amplify the human body to an extremely exaggerated degree, it cannot reach the level of being almost invincible like Fang Suichu.

These strong men will still bleed and feel tired, not to mention that they are being deliberately targeted by God.

Finally, after countless waves of attacks, the Yellow Turban warrior suffered his first injury, then the second, and the third.

After all, the Taoist Master Taiping is no longer here. Although there is the energy of the Yellow Sky here, it is temporarily suppressed by the energy of the Blue Sky.

It seems to be illustrating a truth...No matter how hard people fight, they cannot defeat heaven.

In the Yellow Turban Army camp, Zhang Jue had already personally beaten the war drum.

But every time his war drum was beaten halfway, a bolt of lightning would strike down. Although it would not directly kill him who was under the protection of Huang Tian, ​​it would still destroy the war drum.

In the strong wind, Zhang Jue's Taoist crown had fallen off, and his white hair was dancing wildly in the wind.

He tried to open his eyes wide, as if the corners of his eyes were torn apart, and blood flowed out, turning into tears. He glared at the sky and cursed repeatedly: "Damn God! Damn God!"

However, what greeted him was an even louder and more violent storm.

It seemed as if it was mocking his arrogance.

Compared with Zhang Jue's appearance, Qingyi on the high platform of the Qing army tent was full of high spirits.

Yes, she had suffered a serious setback before and almost lost her spiritual balance.

But after overdrawing the fortune of the dynasty she founded for the next hundred years, and even overdrawing more, she once again felt the feeling that when the time comes, heaven and earth will work together.

No matter in the future, no matter in the past, at least now, at least at this moment, everything in this world belongs to her.

"This moment... is mine!"

Just when she was so confident, a moment of silence suddenly appeared in the world where wind and rain were howling.

It was as if something extremely huge and heavy had come here. Because it was so heavy, even the heaven and earth were temporarily stunned.

All things will be accomplished for those who obey destiny.

Those who go against fate will never be able to recover.

This is the truth of the world.

But for some people it is an exception.

For those beings who are so powerful that they can even suppress fate.

At least in this world, such a thing exists.

Even God would call this existence a monster.

Qingyi Fanggu saw an illusion, in which she saw a giant stepping towards her from the yellow sky.

The giant's body was bathed in blood, the blood of the dragon wolf from the southern grassland.

Wherever he went, wherever he stepped, even the sky was split apart.

Taoist Master Fangxian has arrived.

One has to admit that as soon as this person entered the world of the book, he was so far ahead of others with an incomprehensible world.

Although it goes against the will of heaven and the destiny of this world, it is a way for one person to rebuild the world.

"But no matter how strong a person's 'life' is, there is a limit."

"If I can't do it in this lifetime, then I can always bet my entire life for three lifetimes, or even nine lifetimes!"

"No matter what, the character you're playing is nothing more than a lowly ant."

The calamity energy entered my mind and I felt confused and lost.

The same is true for Qingyi. In fact, at the moment when Fang Suichu arrived, what was more stressful than her was the will of heaven hanging over her head.

Heaven's will scattered the strings of fate, bound Qingyi, and sacrificed her. When Qingyi was unable to control herself, she overdrew all her magical powers to use the Book of Destiny. She completely forgot the price of returning to the body of the spirit to maximize the use of a real artifact.

But it is effective.

The Book of Destiny brings feedback, and even in the world of this book, it can turn extremely low-probability events that are almost impossible to achieve into real facts.

There is no way to deal with this monster in the human world, but there is outside the human world.

The sky suddenly became completely dark, and what covered the sky was no longer gray-black clouds, but something real.

In the gray and black, the object ignited fire again, and a sea of ​​fire appeared in the sky.

This is not some kind of magical power. Magical powers are not useful in this world.

This is... a meteorite.

A massive meteorite so massive it could even smash through the continental shelf.

It can completely wipe out all the horrors on this land, and even the subsequent impact will be a devastating blow to the entire Kyushu.

If you want to completely end the characters in a story, what should you do?

That completely ends this story.

"Is it really... impossible to win?"

Zhang Jue stared blankly at the sky. At this moment, the firm belief in his heart showed signs of collapse when he encountered this thing that represented the end of everything.

"Not really."

A man walked up to him.

"I can't defy fate...but I believe man can conquer nature."

"Because this isn't about fate, it's about...cause and effect."

Fang Suichu looked up and spoke.

"Fate brings together cause and effect... and a spark will spread like wildfire, countless tiny destinies gather together cause and effect..."

Fang Suichu has already figured out the key points of this trial.

How to truly establish a new Huang Tian.

That is man conquering nature.

This person is not himself as an individual, but the group of people.

The Book of Destiny has such a flaw, or it can be said that the manipulation of fate will inevitably leave behind something.

The Book of Destiny can clear these things through continuous reincarnation.

But these things are still accumulating.

Until a certain moment, it exploded completely.

Fang Suichu seemed to see the figure that was sacrificed for no apparent reason by his own real weapon, and heard the words that he said before he completely sank into depravity.

"The fate of one person... but here, it's not just the fate of one person, but the karma of all living beings in this world."

"Also, this moment... belongs to me!"

As the meteorite and the sea of ​​fire in the sky were falling rapidly.

Fang Suichu walked past Zhang Jue and thousands of other people, came in front of them, and then slowly raised his fist towards the sky.

The Yellow Sky was boiling, gathering the causes and effects of the Nine Provinces, spreading between heaven and earth, and finally coming behind Fang Suichu.

This dynasty, the previous dynasty, and the causes of all living beings since then have been converging.

Leading Fang Suichu towards a higher realm in the dark.

"Meteor Escape...it was already a third-rate story, and now it's even more tasteless."

Before swinging his fist, Fang Suichu whispered to himself.

PS: I have finished writing this copy and will return to the big map tomorrow.

The ending was a bit rushed, but the idea was that the karma of all beings triumphs over destiny, that's about it. (?_? )

Chapter 185: Overcoming the Tribulation and Tearing the Book

Wu State, Jingzhou, in a mountain forest.

The mountains and forests have been completely destroyed, the earth has turned upside down, and there is no living thing within ten miles.

However, apart from this devastated scene, the existence that shaped all of this is nowhere to be seen.

There was only a book placed quietly on a piece of bluestone.

Although there was no wind, this old, yellowed, stitched book was turning pages rapidly.