Chapter 249 My Emperor's Destiny

With a flash of the knife, Daluo took action!

The knife is called Jiang Lips. It weighs seven catties, four or six cents, and is two feet, eight inches and three cents long. It is like a girl's red lips.

Under the momentum of the knife, seven hundred tigers were like nothing, and the endless murderous intention devoured every inch of the sky.

It seems that all the spirits do not exist in a moment, leaving only Chu Tianlan's sword light with a broken soul.

"Be careful, adult!" Luo Prison's voice seemed to come from the faraway sky, not close at hand.

"Keng!" Cang Yun Yuanchen's sword dragon flew straight to the heart of Tu Luo's eyebrows. Chu Tian's body did not move, and he fought for his life with the attack.

A faint disdainful sneer escaped from the corners of Daluo's lips, completely ignoring the overwhelming sword in front of him, and the magic knife suddenly accelerated to cut Chu Tian's chest.

"Your Excellency!" Luo prison roared, and the magic knife that would be pulled out of the sheath was too late to save Chu Tian.

No one would have thought that the confrontation between him and Daluo would be judged by a bayonet between moves.

"Wo--" A golden peak burst out of Chu Tian's chest, like Yue Heng covering in front of Jiang's lips.

The light of the lip magic knife soared and hit the golden peak, bursting out a crisp sound like a golden stone.

"Karala!" The knife light hit fiercely, and the surface of Jinfeng quickly burst into red cracks.

"Puff!" Cangyun Yuanchen's sword is only slower than the Jiang Lip Magic Knife, which pierces the armor of Luo Prison, and the blade passes through the shoulder.

Tuluo hummed his shoulders, as if he didn't feel the pain of the blade piercing his body at all. His shoulder muscles suddenly tightened in, becoming more than the gold and iron to firmly restrain the Cangyun Yuanchen sword.

"Bang!" The fierce knife light smashed like a mountain seal, and its lips roared arrogantly like a red dragon that broke free from the confinement, cutting into Chu Tian's chest with the momentum of destruction.

The blood is as gorgeous as golden red flowers, and Chu Tian's body can't help shaking violently under the cutting pressure of the sharp lips. However, there was no fear of death in his expression, and his slightly melancholy sea-blue eyes just quietly stared at Daluo's face.

Inexplicably, a wisp of ominous foreboding rose from the bottom of his heart. He vaguely realized that Chu Tian seemed to deliberately let Jiang's lips split, and everything he did was actually expected by the other party.

His pupils contracted rapidly, and he saw a strong blood-red divine light bursting out of Chu Tian's body that could not be described in any words at all, like a wild and magnificent angry wave sweeping the world, exuding the unique domineering spirit of the three worlds.

"Is this?!" Dura's face hidden under the mask showed incredible horror. He couldn't imagine how such a powerful force could be hidden in a person's body, and this person was still Mu Chengxue.

This power seems to come from the beginning of the flood above the nine heavens, full of irresistible deep will, making it feel that its human body involuntarily has the idea of worship.

"Sneak" The blood mist on Daluo's arm steamed, like broken glass cracking countless shocking small blood mouths. In a blink of an eye, he climbed to his shoulders and then quickly spread to his chest and even all parts of his body.

He tried to pull out his lips from Chu Tian's chest, but the magic knife did not move, and the mysterious forces of Mo Yu constantly devoured and strangled his arm through the blade, and then the terrible will that seemed to come from the god also broke the body and invaded the plundering platform.

Before that, Dora had thought that after years of practice, he had already exterminated his fear of death. But it was not until this moment that he realized that he might be able to despise death, but he could never overcome fear itself.

There was an unconscious trembling in his eyes, "bang" with a muffled sound of flesh and blood, forcibly smashing his right arm, which isolated the direct connection with the god-like will.

Chu Tian turned his wrist and twisted his sword and smiled coldly. Cang Yun Yuanchen and Xue Hua rushed to the sky and cut off Tu Luo's left arm again.

In the depths of his yuan god, there is a force that is waking up step by step. The ancient will bursts out an angry roar. The magnificent magic is more and more clear to see the throbbing three souls and seven souls, instilling all kinds of powerful and profound ideas on the spiritual platform.

In an instant, Chu Tian knew that he had succeeded.

He used his life as a bet and used the dharma to awaken the mysterious power that was sleeping in the yuan god again.

He is almost 90% sure that it is the plate of fate!

He has been able to clearly sense its existence. Although it is still untouchable like a wisp of wind and shadow hidden in the night, he can hear it suppressing the roar and excitement for three thousand years.

"Boom!" His mind seemed to have been drained of all his consciousness and fell into endless darkness.

The nightmare reappeared in a trance, and Chu Tian saw the burning ancient magic castle again.

The girl in lotus-colored clothes stood alone at the top of the secret magic tower, and the wild blood red shrouded her delicate figure. She faced a world full of crazy killing alone, isolated and faltering.

Chu Tian's heart tightened so that he did not realize that he was no longer far away from the castle in this dream.

The demons around the ancient castle danced wildly, and the dark-winged warriors of the Tianyu clan stretched their wings and flew up and down around the secret magic tower. They waved the bows and arrows in their hands to celebrate.

Thousands of thousands of wolf demons, demons, blood demons, wind demons, trolls, ghost demons and many other demons are boundless, in the vast valley under the castle.

Suddenly, a wisp of strange feeling rose from the bottom of Chu Tian's heart. His eyes crossed thousands of horses and thousands of troops and looked to the world under the underworld on the valley. A black-robed emperor's purple hair stood proudly in the chariot wrapped in gold flames. His right hand held high the prison magic sword and pointed to the little one at the tip of the secret magic tower. Female.

For some reason, Chu Tian inexplicably felt that the man standing in the chariot seemed to be himself.

"Rumble!" The towering secret magic tower collapsed in the loud noise, and the fire and thick smoke quickly annihilated the figure of the girl in lotus.

"My Emperor of Destiny--" In the cheers of the earth, a full blood moon rose from behind the collapsed secret magic tower, and the red tide of light swept over like seawater, swallowing Chu Tian's vision in an instant.

Space is distorted and time is shattered. Only the cheers of "God's Destiny, My Emperor" are echoing in Chu Tian's ears, like a war drum spanning thousands of years awakening some dusty past lives buried in the deepest part of memory...

"Kka!" Thirty feet away, the mask on the face of the Dura was crisp and torn apart, revealing his pale face.

"Withdraw!" Qian Yue almost roared, completely ignoring that this order should only be issued by Daluo.

"Would you like to go?" Luo prison's heart was also full of consternment, and he even had an unspeakable awe for Chu Tian.

He raised his knife and shouted loudly, "Kill!"

I witnessed with my own eyes that Tu Luo was defeated by Chu Tian and broke his arms. The morale and fighting spirit of the tiger warriors were almost bursting. With the sound of Luo prison, the battle array rolled over the enemy.

"Your Excellency, your injury--" Luo prison guarded Chu Tian with a knife to prevent his opponent from taking the opportunity to assassinate.

Chu Tian Run Yunlu Reiki to heal the damaged internal organs, and wisps of milky white smoke gulled out of the wound.

He pulled out the magic knife on his chest with his backhand, and felt the power of the plate of fate and the magic that was sealed at the bottom of the soul was slowly receding and returning to calm, but there were bits and pieces of marks on the spiritual platform.

The fragmented fragments of the previous life involuntarily turned over in my mind, mixed with many wonderful enlightenments, like pearls left on the beach after the tide, shining under the moonlight and starry sky.

"Is it you, Luojia?"

Chu Tianu was immersed in his dream just now. No, it's not a dream, but a real memory from the previous life. It was only when he understood this, and at the same time, he painfully realized the true identity of the girl in lotus.

He slowly raised his face, as if he wanted to look through the thick permafrost rock layer above his head, so that he could cross the boundless underworld and chase Yiren's distant figure.

In any case, you must go to the Valley of Silence. There, he has a knot to open.

He turned the red lip magic knife and handed it to Luo prison and said, "Go, cut off the head of the dragonfly!"

"No!" Luo prison knelt down on one knee and inserted the magic knife into the frozen soil, and took the red lip magic knife with both hands. A trace of worry in his eyes instantly turned into a fierce and fierce murderous atmosphere, and he rose up and killed the enemy.

At this time, the fighting spirit of the Red Moon Warrior had completely collapsed. They have always played the role of slaughterers and don't know how to face the current unfavorable danger. And the defeat of Daluo has brought a huge shock to these Red Moon warriors who have always regarded him as a god. At this moment, the only thing they want to do is to quickly escape from this damn place and never meet the Tiger Army and the thin young man again.

But their retreat has been completely cut off. The first to enter the cave is the troll warrior led by the sky.

Soon after, as the battle outside the crypt gradually came to an end, the wolf demon clan, the Voldemort clan, the Tiangong army... More and more Allied soldiers entered in, forming a front-and-back attack with the Hu Ben army led by Chu Tian and Luo Prison, which continuously compressed and encroached the siege of less than 300 knights.

The guards around Dhara were constantly decreasing, and Qian Yue tried his best to protect him and fight and retreat.

He looked at nowhere as if he had been cursed, and completely changed his person before duel with Chu Tian.

"Your Excellency, your Excellency!" Qian Yue's throat was almost hoarse, and Tu Luo seemed to be numb and did not respond to what happened around him. He mechanically rushed forward in the pull of the two own soldiers.

Suddenly, a giant spirit-like figure appeared in the crowd. He cut the sky and split the last two Red Moon warriors in front of him, and cut off the top of his head with a heavy sword.

"Keng!" Qian Yue crossed the knife to fight, which made his eyes black and blood.

The blazing shadow flashed from the back of the sky, and the five-finger halberd was like a ghost bullying Qianyue.

"Puff!" Qian Yue couldn't dodge, and his left arm was torn off by the blazing shadow, and his shoulders were suddenly blurred.

He endured the pain and shouted, "It's not a hero to bully too much. If you have the guts, you can fight with me alone!"

"Idiot!" The answer this time was Luo Prison and the magic knife in his hand.

I was passively beaten for three hours, and now it's finally time to settle the arrears.