Acceptance of the Heavens Begins with the Devil Fruit Tree

In the depths of time and space, the disturbed time and space returned to calm.

"He has escaped in this way. It seems that he really shouldn't be killed."

Looking deep into the void, Sean let out a light sigh.

Hearing this, Sieggel also sighed. Just a little bit, Uranus would fall here, and now all their traces have been buried in time and space, and even those who are in charge of cause and effect cannot be traced back.

"Alexander's time to reach the eighth rank is just right, do you think this is the fate of the fate or is it a calculation?"

With words, Sieggel turned his gaze to Sean.

Hearing this, Sean thoughtfully.

"Things may still change."

"That sword?"

The opportunity was lost, and it was useless to think too much, so Sean changed the subject.

Hearing this, Sieggel's face showed a touch of complexity.

"He was taken away."

With a sigh, there is an undisguised regret in it, but I don't know whether Sieggel regrets the loss of the sword of Damocles or something else.

At the same time, in the long river of real destiny, wearing a white sleeveless long dress, Amir Banshin walks bare-footed on the river of destiny. This is the place where all the lives of life meet, the living beings. Even the eighth-order stalwart cannot easily step into the restricted area of, otherwise it will inevitably cause the backlash of fate, and only the **** of fate like him dare to enter it.

Stopping, looking at no return, unable to see the end, walking towards the unknown river of destiny, Amir's broken golden eyes flashed with expectation.

In the next moment, a wave rolled up, a sword grid shaped like an angel's open wings, with a round and flawless golden gem in the center, like the eye of the sun, with cyan-gold brilliance intertwined, the sword body is like bronze, sword The sword was narrow and wide, with a blade but no edge. The sword was cracked. The divine sword soaked in the blood of God followed the direction of fate and came to Amir's face.

"Sword of Damocles."

Reaching out and holding the hilt of the sword, Amir's face was filled with joy that could not be concealed.

Sean, Siggle, and Uranus fought in the depths of time and space. Amir knew that the long-awaited opportunity had come. By peeking into fate, he finally seized the opportunity and used the fate to pull the sword of Damocles. Brought it in front of me.

Compared to the sword of Damocles falling into Sieggal's hands, he would find a way to obtain it, and Amir believed in himself more because he was not sure whether Siegger would be willing to hand in the sword of Damocles. To him, after all, once he did this, Sieggel would lose a powerful eighth-order artifact, and he would become a new eighth-order.

Thinking in another way, Amir felt that even he would not easily hand over such a Tier 8 artifact. Even if he chose to give it out in the end, it would cost the other party a huge price. After all, Tier 8 allies are good, but in fact Far from being a Tier 8 artifact to control, today's allies may even become enemies in the future, especially at this special node.

"From then on I shall regain control of destiny and become the master of destiny."

The brilliance of destiny shrouded and resonated with the river of destiny. Amir was about to completely destroy the heavily damaged sword of Damocles and reclaim the third divine power of destiny. But in the next moment, the murderous intent permeated and the river of destiny was frozen. , Amir's figure froze in place.

"How is it possible? The connection between Uranus and the sword of Damocles has obviously been cut off. The sword of Damocles should now be unowned, no, no, it's not Uranus, but the ancient sun. The mark left by God."

Shrouded by the murderous intent, bloodstains were cracked on the delicate face, like broken porcelain. Touching the truth, Amir's face was full of despair. He hadn't expected such a change.

Uranus is in charge of the sword of Damocles. Under normal circumstances, the imprint left by the ancient sun **** should have been wiped out by him, but this is not the case. The imprints left by the two coexist strangely, Dharma. In the sword of Chris, although the mark left by Uranus was extinguished by Sean, the mark left by the ancient sun **** is still there.

"Those who peep into destiny shall be punished."

The whispers from the ancient years sounded, as if a high **** king was pronouncing the sentence. It was not to be violated. It was out of Amir's control. The sword of Damocles was born with sacred brilliance, suspended above the river of destiny, aimed at Amir. Cut it down.

At this moment, Amir seemed to see the ancient **** king, with indifferent eyes, holding the sword of Damocles in his hand, and slashing at him.

"Perhaps I should go with the flow."

Swallowed by despair, at the moment of dying, Amir had regret in his heart. He understood that this might be a joke made by fate. Those who play with fate will eventually be teased by fate. If he goes with the flow, he does not force it. Destiny, putting the sword of Damocles into his own hands, he will not have this catastrophe today.

The power of the **** king reappeared, the sword fell smoothly, cutting off all traces, and the form and spirit were destroyed. Amir's vitality was cut off. He died. Although he was special, his predecessor was the master of fate, but now it is only a seventh-order. His face-to-face with the sword of Damocles has no chance of luck.

Adhering to the obsession left by the sun god, completely beheaded Amir, who was watching his fate. The divine glory was dim, and the cracks spread across the sword of Damocles. The blow just now was also a thing for him now. A very heavy burden, cut off the fetters, and the sword of Damocles that was on the verge of breaking was about to leave, but at this moment, a sigh came from the depths of time and space, echoing on the long river of destiny.

Hey, across taboos, weaving causality, an invisible hand fell from the sky, holding the sword of Damocles stained with the blood of God in his hand.

Om, the sword body hummed, and the dazzling glory bloomed, and the sword of Damocles was constantly struggling.

"This sword has been inscribed with the imprint of the ancient sun **** from the beginning of its birth. It is indelible. Unless it is approved by the sun god, no one can truly control the power of this sword."

Passing on cause and effect, Sieggel tried to control the sword of Damocles in an alternative way, but it failed. The mark left by the sun **** was too strong and difficult to deceive, but it is normal to think about it, after all, the sun **** Once obtained a certificate of power immortality.

"Since you can't be controlled by me, what's the use of keeping you?"

The mighty forces gathered, and the creaking sound rang, the struggling sword of Damocles was crushed by Sieggel, passed on for several epochs, and the prestigious sword of the gods shattered and became the real history.

Waved and put away all the remnants of the long river of fate, Sieggel's breath disappeared.

Outside of the Liberal Arts world, the breaths of several stalwarts are intertwined here. Sieggel and Alexander stepped into the eighth stage, which obviously shocked them, but they did not really enter the Liberal Arts world because someone blocked them. The way forward.

"Go back, since the rules have been set, they must be followed."

Speaking softly, a little thought fell, and gentle words sounded, but underneath the gentle appearance was unquestionably overbearing.

Hearing this, all the eighth orders that descended fell into silence.

The speaker is just a little thought that comes, not even a mind body, any of them can be erased at will, but the identity of the speaker makes all of them unconsciously choose to stop, because it is this piece of void One of the oldest eight levels of the sea, is the light of wizarding civilization, the master of the twilight of the tallest towers, the lord of the twilight, Helios.

If the eighth ranks of this Void Sea are to be sorted, then this one is the foremost existence in everyone's mind, and even a strong contender for the first place. Although he is silent now, he is basically not. I tried again, but I was famous in the Void Sea at the beginning. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com once had the blood of more than one stalwart on his hands. These things may be forgotten by others, but these are almost immortal, and I don’t know how long they have lived. , Each one can be called the eighth stage of living history, but it will not be forgotten, and it can even be said to be vivid, as if it happened yesterday.

"Since the Lord of Twilight said so, then I will wait for the agreed time to arrive."

A thought came up, and the figure of a stalwart disappeared, but with the first one, after a little silence, the remaining eighth ranks also left. At this time, the promotion of the two eighth ranks has become a foregone conclusion, although they cannot be said to be afraid The Lord of Twilight, but after all he was jealous, and was unwilling to conflict with the Lord of Twilight.

"The final moment is coming, and everyone really has emerged."

After waiting for all the eighth ranks to leave, he cast his eyes on the Bo Ya Great World, and the Lord of Twilight let out a sigh.

"Uranus, you have a chance, don't let me down."

A thought came up, and the breath of the Lord of the Twilight disappeared.

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