Chapter 341 Take the emperor's luck and change your life against the sky

Lv Feng angrily attacked the sky and smashed the boundary of Amano, causing demons and monsters to come, and the Three Kingdoms competed for the heroes. Since then, the world has been in chaos.

This is the first sentence of the poem, and the gods and monsters fall for the world.

As the five-square leaning tower is about to collapse, the essence of the five elements that have been suppressed for tens of millions of years gushed out. Gold, wood, water, fire and earth are the most basic elements and the most original power of everything in the world. Once settled, the emperor returned...

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Peach blossoms bloom in Taoyuan Village, and people do not return when the flowers bloom.

It is still the beautiful but slightly depressing Taoyuan Village. At noon, the elders and deacons sit around and talk and laugh.

Suddenly, a young man ran in from outside the door, sweating and panicking. He tripped over the threshold and didn't know it.

"I gave birth, I gave birth!"

The young man shouted in surprise, completely ignoring everyone's strange eyes.

The old man's eyelids on the main seat jumped, but he pretended to be calm and said, "Is it a man or a woman?"

"It's a man! There is a successor of my first family.

The young man couldn't help but be overjoyed and said anxiously.

Hearing this, the old patriarch in charge of Taoyuan clenched his fists. At this moment, he could no longer hold back the excitement in his heart.

Although there are many people in the first clan, there are very few people who can inherit the pure bloodline. With the marriage of generations in Taoyuan Village, there are still few people who still retain the purest bloodline of the first family today, except for the patriarch. His family has always been an interm marriage. Although he is suspected of incest, it is the most effective way to ensure his bloodline. Because of my family's intermarriage, the children born are either geniuses or fools. More of them are too late to grow up and died at a young age. Therefore, every addition is particularly important for the first family.

"And..."

The young man was so excited that his voice trembled a little.

"His eyes are white!"

When the words fell, not only the elders, but also the elders and deacons of the rest of the families couldn't sit still. They whispered and made an uproar, and there was only envy in their eyes.

The first family is proud of the descendants of the White Emperor, and the blood of the Emperor of Heaven is circulating in his body. However, there are very few people who have really inherited the Emperor of Heaven. Once they appear, they are all amazing and beautiful people. For example, the first Wang Bin more than a hundred years ago, and the first Wang Feng in recent years, but these two are the children of the Wang Department, not the direct descendant of the first family. It's ridiculous to say that although the first imperial department has held the position of head of Taoyuan village for many years, it is also the so-called main house, and the bloodline is pure. However, there has never been a natural white eye in the past thousand years, and there have been some slight words among the tribes.

Today, not only is it added, but it is also born with white eyes, which is of great significance to the first imperial family.

In the congratulations of the elders, the old patriarch stood up, smiled apologetically, and walked out of the hall steadily with the young man.

As soon as he came out of the hall, the old patriarch picked up his great-grandson, pinched out the seal with his left hand, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

When he reappeared, the old patriarch had come to another circling mountain and dodged again. The old patriarch appeared outside a house.

Outside the house, the people of the first clan had already gathered. Seeing the old patriarch arrive, they all bowed their heads to worship.

The old patriarch was so anxious that he couldn't care about them. He was about to enter the house when his body suddenly stiffened and his face appeared strangely: "Why is there no cry?"

Everyone looked at each other in con's face and didn't know how to answer. It was the young man who suppressed his excitement and whispered, "Grandpa... He hasn't cried since he was born.

"Is there such a thing?"

The old patriarch stepped forward suspiciously and pushed open the wooden door. The young beautiful woman on the bed was sleeping with all her strength. The baby was leaning out of her head from the baby and looked at his biological mother curiously.

When the old patriarch walked in, the newborn baby turned his head and stared straight at the old patriarch.

"Sure enough, he was born with white eyes."

The old patriarch muttered, and two circles of blush surged up on his cheeks.

In a blink of an eye, the old patriarch was stunned.

All the babies he saw were born crying loudly to release the first breath after the umbilical cord was cut short. But the baby in front of him not only did not cry, but also looked at him with a very strange look, smiling, playful, teased, and a trace of inexplicable emotion, like gratitude.

consciously, the old patriarch waved back and closed the door.

At this time, the sun is tilting westward at noon.

The baby boy seemed to be aware of something. He withdrew his eyes to the old patriarch and tilted his head to the sky.

"Squeak..."

The baby boy made a sound for the first time since his birth. He was actually laughing, and he was extremely happy.

The old patriarch only felt a cold wind blowing into his back, and his heart was cold.

He has been to many places and seen many strange things. He never thought that the strangest thing he had ever seen in his life happened in his village.

After a smile, the baby boy struggled to climb out of the swagger and shook to the edge of the bed.

"Be careful!"

After all, it was still his own children and grandchildren. The old patriarch was reluctant to fall down and hurried forward to catch the baby boy.

But the baby boy stretched out his pink hand and shook it at him, signaling him not to go over.

If it were someone else, he might have already shouted monsters. After all, the old patriarch is well-informed. Although he feels strange, he can still calm down and silently watch the baby boy's every move.

One finger to the sky, one finger to the ground, the baby boy walked around the edge of the bed and stopped in five steps.

"Heaven and earth, I am the only one!"

The immature voice sounded from the baby boy's mouth and fell into the ears of the old patriarch, like a bell explosion, which made the old patriarch's heart tremble and stunned.

How can he keep calm now?

The old eyes were full of tears, and the old man trembled and couldn't support himself for a long time.

For a long time, the old patriarch finally woke up a little. When he looked at it again, he saw that the baby boy had sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, holding the most authentic first imperial seal in his hand, opened his mouth and swallowed, and there were five colors of light between his breath. It was gold, wood, water, fire, earth...

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"I know, I know!"

After a short period of loss of mind, the old man in red robe, that is, Jiu Chenjun, danced like crazy, and his face was crazy.

"The Return of the Five elements of the Emperor... So that's it."

He muttered to himself, and a touch of excitement appeared in Jiuchenjun's eyes. During the hundred years when he was imprisoned in the witch's temple, he was once obsessed with the four poems, and he could only think about one or two poems all day long. Although he borrowed the power of the first sentence of the poem, he was still half-known about the prophetic ending of the poem.

Until today, the leaning tower suppressing the five elements is crumbling, and Jiu Chenjun finally opened his heart.

Pointing out his finger to the first Wang Feng, and a word popped up in Jiu Chenjun's mouth: "Jin."

Also refers to An Bochen: "Mu."

Then refer to Huo Chuayun: "Water."

Finally, Jiuchenjun pointed to the hills to the north.

"Fire, earth."

His eyes glanced over An Bochen, the first Wang Feng and Huo Chuanyun one by one. Jiu Chenjun lowered his voice and said strangely, "You and other five people have the fate of the five elements. They have fallen and fallen and rolled in the world, and now they are all gathered in the southern wilderness. In this way, it is the so-called settlement of the five elements that has caused the heaven and earth gas machine buried countless years ago, causing the leaning tower guarding the five elements to collapse, releasing the purest five elements between heaven and earth, and becoming the sacrifice of the man's return. The gods and monsters fell in love with the world, and the five elements settled the return of the emperor... Sure enough, fate is hard to go against, and fate is hard to go against!"

Huo Chuanyun and the first Wang Feng were full of strange faces. Nandi and Purple Dragon Girl and others only think that Jiu Chenjun is crazy. The only one who can understand Jiu Chenjun's words is An Bochen.

He also knows four poems, and has also seen the White Emperor who created the nine-character truth. He also knows that the White Emperor has been reincarnated countless years ago. With the prompt of Jiu Chenjun, An Bochen can't guess the cause and effect.

The first poem derived by the immortal named Six Ears is only about the White Emperor.

Among them, there are also the figures of An Bochen, Huo Chuanyun, Zhang Bushi and others, but they are all small pieces, which were used by the emperor of heaven tens of millions of years ago to rely on the heaven and earth air machine, which is extremely insignificant.

The first Wang Feng majored in the secret art of the gold department. He has a stubborn personality, and he is indomitable to match the gold of the five elements.

After Huo Chuanyun was abducted up the mountain by the resident of Mount Tai, he reshaped the Huo family's knife method. Both his Taoist skills and personality are also soft and strong, as soft as water and as ice.

Although Wuhua is handsome, he has a violent temperament and is just like the fire of the five elements.

Not to mention Zhang Bushi, he is an extremely deep kind of person at a glance, as thick as mountain earth and stone.

As for An Bochen... The little servant beside Mr. Li was a famous wooden man.

Jiu Chenjun's wild laughter echoed in his ear, and his voice was full of sarcasm and ridicule. He didn't know whether he was laughing at An Bochen or himself.

At the foot of the mountain, the army fought in a melee, and the people cried.

On the farther hill, Guan Zhang Wusan will fight against the northern king of the desert.

Countless strange sounds came from all directions and poured into An Bochen's ears, making him dizzy and his head was in a mess.

On the night of Liujing that year, he resolutely turned back to Liujing City. Everything seemed to be doomed that he would not continue to be unknown. Sure enough, with the appearance of Sima Jin, An Bochen fought against fate again and again. He finally got his mark and now he has become a famous figure in the world. But when he was about to take action again and get his fate back, he suddenly found the cruel truth.

The truth is that he has never really grasped his fate from beginning to end. Just like the puppet show, the characters in the play are lively and lifelike, but they are also led by transparent thin lines. The stage seems to be beautiful, but they can only live in the arranged play. The success of the king and the defeat of the bandits, whether to live or die, has been determined for a long time.

Fighting?

Ha, no matter how much you fight, you can't fight against the fate of God's will, and you can't fight against those immortals who play with the torrent of history.

The afternoon sun was full of the young man's pale face, his eyes were empty, and there was a self-deprecating smile at the corners of his mouth, just like Jiu Chenjun not far away.

Whether they are enemies or friends, they are all people who have fought for their own destiny.

Jiuchenjun flicked his finger layout and played with An Bochen in his chess game, but he didn't know that there was also an invisible hand that was always hanging high above his head, gently touching the silk thread and fiddling like a puppet. When people fight with immortals, it is inevitable to have a dream, which is sad and ridiculous.

Faith is shattered.

The innocent hand gradually loosened, and An Bochen only felt that his body was empty in an instant. He had no strength, and his mind was blank.

Until the sun turns into haze.

In the afterglow, An Bochen saw a scene that frightened him.

The crumbling giant tower finally couldn't stop the decline and fell diagonally, and the direction of its collapse was unbiased, which was the place where the witches were stationed.

Woth, red brush!

An Bochen's heart beat wildly, and he subconsciously stabbed his gun at the leaning tower.

The leaning tower is high and far away, but he is so small.

With a shot in the air, An Bochen staggered and fell down in the dust and mud extremely funnyly, clenching his innocent hand with blood dripping.

"Boom!"

The leaning tower collapsed in front of his eyes, the rocks collapsed, the dust rose, and two figures ran out quickly.

"Red brush!"

An Bochen hissed.

The two figures gradually became clear, but the wind was cold with the memory dragon in their arms.

There was a twitch in his heart. An Bochen looked at the wind coldly with a pale face, and his pale lips trembled gently.

"Where is she?"

After a long time, the dry voice squeezed out of An Bochen's throat.

What was waiting for was the sobs of Princess Yilong, as well as the guilt and fear of Feng Xiao's cold face.

In an instant, An Bochen could no longer feel the beating of his heart.

The eyes of pity or gloating around him came. An Bochen just lay in the mud and could not hear the roar after Princess Yilong's transformation. Everything seemed to be far away from him.

After a long time, he finally felt a trace of labor pain. When the numbness was washed away, the overwhelming pain overwhelmed him.

No wonder I have never seen her figure in the calculation of six ears... It turned out that the immortal had already calculated today... Damn fairy!

His shoulders trembled violently, and tears flowed out of his red eyes. An Bochen gritted his teeth and looked at Tianye. After the tears were the flame rising to the sky.

He hates those capricious fates and those immortals who play with mortal applause.

The charity gave him the power to be beautiful for a lifetime, but he was ruthlessly deprived. In the end, he couldn't even protect his beloved woman.

At this moment, in addition to pain, An Bochen's heart was hatred. Pain and anger converged into a torrent, and bursts of impacted into his heart, but gradually became the last trace of strength.

Wiping away his tears, An Bochen got up tremblingly and looked at the five elements that were gathering in the sky, and his eyes were unprecedentedly cold.

Ants can still destroy the Zhoutian, and no matter how insignificant the existence is, it also has the power to rise up and fight back.

...... Although it's too late.