A lineage of life-severing masters!
Su Qinian's eyes were filled with murderous intent. He didn't know much about this lineage. He didn't expect that the taboo on fate had evolved so deeply that it could even erase the memory, not mentally, but the thread of fate in the dark. Cut it off so that it cannot interact with other powers of destiny.
He understood the laws of time and became a saint. After initially transcending, he also became involved in destiny.
Generally speaking, the power of fate exists in any living being. However, as practice deepens and life continues to evolve, from struggling in the long river of fate to initially transcending the long river of fate, the power of fate tainted by it is greatly reduced, but it is still inescapable. The long river of destiny that runs through time and space.
Su Qinian remembered that his second senior brother Qi Qing once lamented that no one could escape fate.
It's like everyone is in a period of time and space. Even if they die, they will be dissipated within time and space.
puff!
There were blood splashing in front of him. The old saint from the human-dragon family was no longer human. He was almost crushed into a ball. The broken keel pierced the skin and flesh. Bright yellow dragon blood dripped down, burning the fine iron ship under him. Wear it and fall into the blue sea, causing many sea beasts to go crazy, but they dare not approach.
"Are your hearts made of iron?"
Su Qinian looked at the old saint in front of him with his eyes wandering and his will sinking, and shouted: "Are you still worthy of being a human saint?"
The void shook, and the entire cabin roof was overturned with a roar. Domes weighing tens of millions of kilograms fell into the sea, like a huge mountain falling down, causing thousands of huge waves.
On the deck, many white dragon warriors kneeling on the ground were trembling, and they saw the miserable old warrior. This holy master who was nearing the end of his life was as fragile as the swaddling baby they had once picked up. Only the sound of weak breathing was left.
"Do you still have any blood in you?"
"Open your chest and see if your heart is still red!"
Su Qinian looked around at the hundreds of kneeling White Dragon warriors on the cold deck. Under the light of the bright heart, everyone was surrounded by a strong killing aura, but the killing aura was a little red. It was extremely rich. of resentment.
Su Qinian has only seen this kind of resentment in the ghost and underworld races. They are a naturally dark race that gathers many negative emotions in the world and condenses them into the ghost and underworld avenues.
After a few breaths, Su Qinian looked disappointed. From these people's eyes, he saw panic, fear, timidity and even worry, but no regret.
Wow!
The next moment, Su Qinian waved his sleeves, and the thousand-foot fine iron ship suddenly moved sideways, setting off huge waves, as if a dark blue sky wall had suddenly been erected.
boom!
The bow of the ship turned around, like a deep-sea dragon, swooping out, splitting the huge waves, and sailing into the distance.
Su Qinian's eyes were cold and he changed his itinerary temporarily. There were some things that needed to be verified and some people that he had to ask, otherwise it would be a thorn that would be nailed deep into his heart forever and could not be removed.
…
The Ao Family of the West Sea is in the southwest region of the Tianlu boundary sea.
Wanlongyuan, in the center of this sea area, although it is named after the abyss, is actually a huge island. It is surrounded by clouds and mist, and the auspicious air is transpiring. The air is filled with light spiritual energy, and the essence of heaven and earth is extremely strong. Those The clouds and mist are mostly formed by the gathering of extremely rich and pure essence.
Amidst the clouds and mist, a golden hole appeared in the middle of the island, with a radius of hundreds or thousands of miles. The pale golden light at the entrance of the hole floated like a dragon, as if it were a psychic. From time to time, bursts of dragon roars could be heard. , causing the clouds and mists over the island to roll and rain and snow to fall.
Along the coast, there are many large dark iron ships moored. Many armored soldiers are wielding hammers and banging on them, repairing the damaged hulls. Whether they are sailing on the boundary sea or stationed at the dragon gate of the boundary, They all need warships that are strong enough to withstand the intrusion of sea beasts and even the attacks of foreign races.
Most of these soldiers wore black armor. Although they were also made of fine iron, they were far inferior to the group of soldiers doing morning exercises not far away.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
There were war spears clanging, stirring the air and making a dull whimpering sound.
"When I reach the Bone Tempering Realm, I will also try to join the White Dragon Warrior."
A black-armored soldier spat, shook the aching arm holding the hammer, and looked at the armor that shone with silver light and was filled with cold air, unabashedly showing envy and desire.
"Come on, with your little bit of dragon blood, you haven't even been able to evolve a dragon arm. How can the White Dragon Warrior take a fancy to you?"
Some companions laughed and said that they are all descendants of the Ao family in Xihai. In fact, except for the group of natural dragons from the Ao family's direct lineage, more than 90% of them are side branches. Because the dragon's blood is weak, it cannot transform into a dragon immediately. Constantly cultivating dragon veins, first transforming into a dragon, then into a dragon. Some ambitious people even suppress the accumulation of dragon veins and continue to refine them, hoping to transform the ancestral blood close to the imperial veins. However, over the long years, few have succeeded like morning stars.
"The bloodline of humans and dragons is not static. How do you know that I will not transform into a dragon one day! When I become a dragon, I will scare you to death!"
The companion wanted to retort a few more words, but Suer frowned: "It smells so heavy of blood."
"No, it came from the sea."
On the coast, many soldiers of the Ao family in Xihai smelled the strong smell of blood. They looked wary. Are there giant beasts in the sea fighting? But there was no strange sound in the sea, let alone the Ten Thousand Dragons Abyss. The aura of the true dragon was dispersed in the air, and the beasts retreated. Even the holy beasts did not dare to make trouble in front of the Ten Thousand Dragons Abyss.
At this time, the group of White Dragon soldiers who were doing morning exercises on the coast were also alarmed. Hundreds of soldiers moved together. A stream of silver light seemed to roll up from the coast. In an instant, they reached the shallow sea, and the cold water was submerged. Knees, but these white dragon warriors were completely unaware of it, their movements were smooth and not affected at all.
The silver armor of the leader was full of mottled marks and engraved with Dao patterns. Many people along the coast recognized him as a leader of the White Dragon Warrior Master, a strong man who practiced in the fifth realm, the Open Heaven Realm.
In addition, on the many warships moored along the coast, many masters from the branch of the Ao family boarded the bows and looked at the sea in the distance with a look of concentration.
That is……
Soon, someone showed signs of shock, and the sea surface in the distance rose at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if being pushed by an invisible hand, sweeping towards the coast.
The speed was so fast that in a moment, there was a roar like rolling thunder, exploding suddenly on the coast.
"It's a tsunami!"
"Damn, it broke the sound barrier!"
Many people showed horrified expressions. This tsunami that connected heaven and earth was already quite terrifying. In this Heavenly Road Boundary Sea, I am afraid that ordinary Open Heaven Realm powers may not be able to withstand it. Coupled with the extreme speed of breaking through the sound barrier, then This kind of strength is really unimaginable.
boom!
The next moment, in the middle of the tsunami, it seemed as if a gap was made by a heavenly hammer, and it was suddenly torn apart. A huge black shadow, like a giant dragon, sprang out, reaching not far ahead in a breath, and then It crashed onto the sea with a loud bang.
Huge waves hit the shore, shaking many moored warships. Many soldiers were overturned on the hulls and fell into the cold water. In the shallow sea area, the commander of the White Dragon Warrior Division took a deep breath and raised his war spear. Sweeping across, the waves were shattered, but the white dragon warriors behind him remained motionless, and no one showed any signs of fear.
Immediately afterwards, they saw an unforgettable scene.
A broken fine iron ship lay across the front. The rich bloody smell almost condensed into a column of air, and like the Yangtze River, it surged out of the ship and washed towards the coast.
In the impression of many soldiers of the Ao family in Xihai, only outside the Longmen of Jieguan, the place where they had been fighting for many years, could there be such a strong smell of blood.
That is……
Soon, someone discovered hundreds of shadowy silver figures kneeling on the broken deck, as well as the only figure standing on the deck, wearing a white robe.
"It's the White Dragon Warrior!"
"Who dares to insult my Xihai Ao family!"
The coast was boiling, and many people looked frightened and angry. The White Dragon Warriors were the elite soldiers of the Ao family in the West Sea. Those who could join the White Dragon Warriors were only one in a hundred, or even one in a thousand. They were the best in the world. Outside Guanlongmen, he has made great achievements in battle, but in many cases, he has also suffered the most losses. Because of his elite soldiers and generals, he is often targeted by foreign tribes.
Hundreds of White Dragon warriors were made to kneel down. This scene instantly aroused the anger of every descendant of the Ao family in Xihai along the coast. The Ao family cannot be humiliated, and the White Dragon warrior must not be humiliated!
Wait, that's...
Suddenly, in the shallow sea area, the pupils of the commander of the White Dragon Warrior suddenly shrank, and he looked at the familiar face of the old man in white robes, who was also kneeling on the ground and was almost crushed into a ball of rotten flesh. Astonishingly...
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