The fairy godmother's match changed to take Long Aotian's script

Chapter 400 400. Future Anchor
Pei Xihe had just been warned of a life-and-death crisis, and at this moment her mind was sinking, and she was no longer in the mood to watch the excitement, but Helian Jiucheng's mentality changed really quickly, and she was still shocked just now, and now she looked down the stairs with great interest. Case.

From time to time, the fox would tsk-tsk twice, watching with great enthusiasm.

"This male cultivator looks really domineering, he seems to be from the Sheng family in this city."

"The male cultivator he was facing is also a contestant of the Grand Competition, but he is not from Wangcheng."

When Pei Xihe heard these two sentences, he already had a rough impression and made a rough guess.

It is not easy for the human race to practice martial arts, but if some achievements are made, it is enough to say that the cultivator himself will benefit endlessly. The high-level attention of the human race, the inclination of resources, and the recruitment of forces can be said to have created a road for future cultivation. Easy way.

How precious and rare is the quota for the Martial Arts Competition?Even Di Zhao, who is the best in this royal city, can only enter the five-person fighting arena. Liancheng is enough to be regarded as the best in the first-level city, and it has a faint tendency to surpass some weaker and weaker royal cities, and has a good relationship with many powerful royal cities. Won three places in the fighting field.

But every Grade A city has an inherent quota.

In the royal city, there are always people who think they are powerful and talented, but they are unable to participate because of the scarcity of places. People from the outer cities, who are obviously not as strong as themselves, can get places.

If things are unfair, resentment will inevitably arise. The greater the benefits, the more jealous, such a conflict and a turmoil, it is not incomprehensible. After all, the clear air only plays a superficial role. If it can completely stop people from distracting thoughts, then the monk Could it be that there will be no demons in your life?

The quota inherent in a Grade A city is determined by the senior officials of the Xiansha people. For what reason, Pei Xihe does not know the real living conditions of the Xiansha people or the interest relationship between the cities, so he will not comment.

The fox clicked his tongue twice, flicked his tail, turned his head and came back to face Pei Xihe, apparently having had enough of the fun.

He said to Pei Xihe: "It's really interesting, and it's no wonder, I see that although the person in Wangcheng and that person are both Nascent Soul Consummation, the cultivator of Wangcheng is obviously deeper, and there is a faint breath of stepping into the half-step transformation of the gods." .”

But if this matter is so simple, Helian Jiucheng will not spend so long, he has his own sense of proportion.Pei Xihe waited for his next sentence, and sure enough, the fox sent her a voice transmission.

"The aura of transforming gods is similar to the aura of the monks in Wangcheng, I'm afraid the relationship is very close."

Pei Xihe smiled, stood up from the table and chair, and the fox jumped onto her shoulder.

It was so sleepy that someone gave me a pillow, now there is a line, and I can always follow it, go to the source, dig out the details of the cultivator who transforms the spirit, and kill him with one blow.

"There is still some time before the Grand Competition in Wangcheng, but we can't help but slack off."

If there is a hidden danger, it cannot be allowed to continue to nourish in the hotbed of time, and it must be removed immediately to prevent all possible crises that may be bred.

……

Layers of high clouds, dark and wet.

All of a sudden, there was a dull thunder roaring in the clouds, and in the next moment, there was a clear and clear sound like jade beads falling on a plate, Song Ranzhen's brows were full of fatigue, and his frosty white hair fell on the ground. behind.

Standing under the pavilion, he couldn't help stretching out his hand to take a handful, the cold touch made him calm down slightly.

From the deepest part of Song Ranzhen's pupils, there was a little red glow, like a flying flower, or a soaring dragon and phoenix, the red color filled the entire pupil in an instant.

He looked into the distance, grasped his deep palms, and the rainwater he had just caught overflowed through the gaps in his palms.

"Is there no hope at all?"

At this moment, there was an abnormal pale and haggard feeling on his handsome face, and the vigorous spirit that was originally a Void Returning cultivator seemed to be extremely weakened.

With a soft sigh, he closed his eyes, hiding those bewitching red eyes.

"Ninety-four thousand eight hundred and ten three." Song Ranzhen murmured in a low voice. Through the river of time, he deduced ninety-four thousand eight hundred and ten three future lines belonging to Tianxu Shenzhou.

Every future line has changes and differences, but there is only one ending, the sky of Shenzhou collapses, the masters of the world are martyred, and hundreds of millions of living beings are transformed into emptiness.

The owner of those eyes is too terrifying, an irresistible catastrophe.

"Is there really no way?"

There was a bit of tiredness in the tone he asked himself. Peeping at the threads of the future again and again was consuming his own power of life. So many future threads all pointed to an ending, and he had a premonition that this future Already doomed.

Struggling is just wasting energy in vain?

Still struggling?
Suddenly, a person came out of the rain, holding an oil-paper umbrella in his hand. He was tall and straight, but he was flying like willow leaves, with a feeling of frailty. His face was covered with white gauze, and he seemed to be unable to see.

"Why not change your mind?"

"There are tens of thousands of lines, the starting point has been set, but the end point has not been set, and there have been more than 9 times. Why can't you successfully avoid the blade of fate hanging around your neck once?"

"Maybe it's the end, something went wrong?"

The fear that Song Ranzhen had in his heart just because of his appearance and words collapsed in an instant, his eyes opened suddenly, the red color was strange, and his heart trembled, yes, if there is a problem with the end point, it has been anchored, regardless of fate No matter how the line swings and forks, it can only converge to a predetermined point in the end.

Then of course nothing can be avoided.

The corners of Ji Changsheng's lips were raised, and the eyes under the white gauze were dim. His eyes were completely abandoned. What he saw Pei Xihe that day, he thought over and over again, but couldn't explain it.

How can a person who is destined to die young regain his life from the calamity of death?

Unless she shouldn't have died in the first place, as a member of the Tianji sect, he has never been able to resist this ethereal life, the way of nothingness, even if the life span that was cut due to backlash has just recovered a little, and there is still a trace of recovery in his eyes, He ignored it and tried to divination again.

Another huge backlash, he only got a glimpse of one or two secrets, and he couldn't bear it any longer, otherwise he would die on the spot.

But that's enough, Tianxu Shenzhou's problem is the same as that of the nun's.

A future line was caught by an unknown hand, and its tail was connected to the river of time, becoming the end point.

So no matter how you resist, the river flows through, the river is blocked by efforts, and you want to create a flow direction, and it will eventually reach the same place and flow into the ocean.

The corners of Song Ranzhen's eyes overflowed with blood and red threads. He didn't know Ji Changsheng, but after seeing one or two things that he had just activated again, he was completely defenseless against this person.

"How to break the game."

Ji Changsheng looked up to the sky, and through the oil-paper umbrella, the rain did not touch it. Under the detection of his mind, every detail was revealed. On that day, the clouds on the plane were dark gray and the sky was dim, but there was thunder and rumble inside.

"It's not just us who are working hard."

He laughed out loud, but it was not obvious in the sound of rain and thunder.

Ji Changsheng was backlashed by divination for the second time, Jindan's perfect cultivation base, but at this moment his breath was sluggish, he just laughed hard, and there was a tearing pain in his chest, and the dry throat was covered with viscous liquid. When it was wet, a bloody smell poured into the mouth, making people sick.

He slowly wiped the scarlet from the corners of his lips, held an oil-paper umbrella in his hand, and saluted Song Ranzhen.

"Congratulations to the Lord."

He came from the mountain during the torrential rain, and at the moment he finished his salute, the rain had eased a little, and he walked back, hiding in a mountain forest amidst the misty rain.

Song Ranzhen didn't ask any more questions, nor did he stop him.

He carefully pondered what Ji Changsheng said, and finally the corners of his mouth turned up and he smiled freely.

"Enough."

(End of this chapter)