Fighter of the Destiny

Let it burn.

Chen Changsheng said to himself, very calmly.

As these three words rang in his heart, the field carrying the starry snowflakes burned rapidly. The fire was countless times greater than before. In just an instant, the snowflakes burned cleanly and swayed at the same time. On the surface of the clear lake surrounding Lingtai Mountain, faint blue flames also appeared, which looked extremely beautiful.

The snowflakes melted into clear water, turned into clouds, or condensed into water again, or spread in the form of clouds and mist. Those were all true energy, raging violently and rapidly in his body, forcibly breaking open his blocked meridians. On the dry river bed, no matter whether there is a stone forest or an abyss in front of us, we always move forward firmly.

The violent real energy ignited his blood, ablated his organs and meridians, brought unimaginable pain, made his face extremely pale, and made his eyes become brighter and brighter.

Chen Changsheng raised his level to the pinnacle without any scruples, and stood on the threshold between life and death. He was fighting with his own life. Only in this way could he provide enough true energy for the dagger in his hand to awaken its soul.

The huge golden-winged roc in the sky in front of the mausoleum looked down at him indifferently. There were strong winds and white air currents mixing into the light at the edges of its wings. It looked extremely magnificent, and the divine fire in its eyes was even more intense. There was a hint of admiration.

Chen Changsheng's body, bathed in dragon blood, had almost perfect defense capabilities. However, as the snowfield burst into flames and the lake began to burn, an unimaginable amount of true energy burst into his body, and his body finally couldn't bear it. , began to crack.

The first thing to crack was the corner of his eye, and then his eardrum. Several streams of blood flowed out from his facial features. Then the skin on his face also began to crack, and streams of blood overflowed. The scene looked extremely terrifying. In the cracked blood marks, you can see the flesh and bones, and you can also see the faint flames like stars. Blood was flowing on his face and hands, wetting his clothes and the hilt of his sword, falling to the ground of the stone platform, and then continued to burn.

An indescribable fragrance spread out around the tomb along with his blood. As the blood burned, the fragrance became countless times stronger and spread farther, until it reached the edge of the grassland.

The ones most sensitive to this scent are naturally the monsters. The black sea around the mausoleum became violent again. Those monsters that were suppressed by the power of the golden-winged roc and did not dare to raise their heads could not bear the temptation in the blood fragrance that seemed to come from the deepest part of life. They all raised their heads and looked at the top of the mausoleum, hurriedly Panting, making hoho sounds, drooling, the beast's eyes were red, excited and greedy.

The golden-winged roc also smelled the fragrance of blood. In the shadow covering the sky, its eyes were like two swaying divine fires. At this moment, the two divine fires burned violently with a roar, and the indifferent sacred aura Finally got some emotion.

That emotion is praise, yearning, desire, and... desire for life.

This is the emotion that Chen Changsheng fears the most. It was the thing that he once feared the most, but now he is not afraid, because life and death are on the thin line. His foot has already stepped on the threshold. If he has to burn himself to wake up, Why should I care about those eyes?

The shadow of the golden-winged roc fell on the mausoleum. It spread its wings and covered the grassland with an unknown radius of thousands of miles. Both the sky and the earth became dark, and all the light between the mausoleums was blocked. Covered, it was as dark as a real night that had never been seen in this grassland. Thousands of swords trembled slightly, almost unbearable, and some swords gradually fell like fallen leaves.

An absolutely supreme coercion, mixed with the most **** and genuine greed and desire, seemed to turn into something substantial, and fell on Chen Changsheng in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum.

In an instant, the blood flowing on his body solidified, the burning flame was extinguished, and the black hair that was tightly tied behind his back scattered. Then it withered and turned yellow from the end of the hairline, gradually turning into ash and falling rustlingly.

wake up.

He looked at the dagger in his hand and thought to himself.

wake up.

He said silently to his heart.

What is inside? It's You Mansion. Where is Youfu? On Lingtai Mountain. The gate of Chen Changsheng's Youfu has long been opened. There is not a single fallen leaf on Lingtai Mountain. It is surrounded by the lake that seems to be real and illusory. The mountain is in the lake.

The lake hanging in the sky is very clear, extremely transparent, with blue flames burning on the surface. In the deepest part of the lake, the departed soul of the black dragon is floating quietly. Following Chen Changsheng's call, a very slight tremor spread from You Mansion to the mountain road of Lingtai Mountain, and then to the lake. The lake water began to ripple gently, gently washing the black dragon's body, like a gentle The touch was like her father waking her up every morning before he left home.

Black Dragon slowly opened her eyes, with a hint of confusion in her vertical pupils. She looked at the ice particles in the lake around her. It took her a moment to remember what happened before she fell asleep, and then she felt the secluded mansion deep in the lake. Hearing the vibrations coming from inside and hearing Chen Changsheng's voice, he understood what was happening outside in an instant, and even saw the golden-winged roc in the sky.

An indifferent aura spread out from her eyes, which was arrogance and contempt. Although she was just a departed soul at this time, she could not bear the challenge of the golden-winged roc, and that arrogance and contempt turned into violence. of anger.

A clear and angry dragon roar sounded in the depths of the lake, but it did not spread far. It caused the lake water to roll continuously, and the surface of the lake water burned more violently. With a loud bang, the black dragon broke through the lake water, left You Mansion, and flew over the snow. The burned out wilderness followed the true river composed of clouds and clear water, flying over the river bed that was no longer dry, flying over broken streams and abyss, as Chen Changsheng's consciousness entered his arm, and then left and entered A whole new world.

The departed soul of the black dragon entered the dagger. To her, this was a completely unfamiliar world, filled with golden light. What made her feel most inexplicably warm was that in this world she felt two extremely A familiar scent. The two auras were so powerful that they even made her a little uneasy, but she couldn't think of a conflict because those two auras were from elders.

No one knows, not even Chen Changsheng himself, how closely connected this dagger is with the dragon clan.

At the old temple in Xining Town, Yu Ren gave him this dagger. He took part in many battles with this dagger. The sharpness of this dagger has shocked the world, but in fact this dagger is really The power has never been exerted at all.

Because his level of cultivation is too ordinary, he cannot cultivate a sword spirit worthy of this sword, and also because after the sword was successfully refined fifteen years ago, he has been in a certain unwilling mood and refused to wake up.

Until then, the dragon soul entered the dagger and met the sword intention of the Dragon Sword, and the sword finally woke up.

Really waking up.

Chen Changsheng didn't know what had happened to the dagger, but he knew that the sword had woken up.

The soul of this sword awakens.

He looked up at the golden-winged roc above the mausoleum, with a calm expression and bright eyes, full of fighting spirit. The Ten Thousand Dao Swords surrounding the mausoleum, following his gaze, slowly adjusted their direction to point at Dapeng, about to set out for battle.

Go, he said to Dagger in his mind, but he didn't know that these two words came out of his mouth.

Go!

He threw the dagger in his hand into the sky!

The dagger turned into a golden light, left the stone platform in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum, and flew towards the golden-winged roc! There was a tremor between heaven and earth, thousands of golden lights glowed in front of the tomb, and thousands of swords roared together, making either crisp or hoarse sword sounds!

Ten thousand swords swished through the air and followed the dagger! Shine light!

The yellow paper umbrella was gently swaying in his left hand, as if to encourage and bless him.

The dagger drew a straight line in the dark sky.

Ten thousand swords followed closely behind it, turning into a thin belt about ten miles long!

Wanjian came to high altitude, and the light overflowing from the wings of the golden-winged roc fell on them.

Wanjian reflected the light and kept flashing, as if it were scales.

The Ten Thousand Dao Sword is ten thousand scales, connected together in the sky, and at the forefront of them is the short sword.

The dagger exudes unimaginable pressure and light.

Vaguely, in the sacred light, a golden dragon head seemed to appear.

It was the head of a giant golden dragon, with its whiskers fluttering and cutting through the sky.

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(I don’t know when the next chapter will be updated, but there will definitely be one, and I will do it as soon as possible.)