There are countless caves in countless mountains.
Infinite time in the infinite cave.
……
In the infinite cave, Hui Thirty-Seven was so anxious that he rolled all over the ground.
He wanted to get out, but how could it be so easy to get out of the Infinite Cave with the blessing of the ancestor?
At this time, above the Wuliang Cave, two big mice were quietly sipping tea.
He lifts the bowl lightly, combs his beard carefully, and behaves calmly, simply elegant.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk... bah!"
"Dad, when are we going to release Little Thirty-Seven?"
Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the broken tea leaves on the ground, and the corners of Ancestor Wuliang's eyes twitched.
Looking at the gray mouse opposite with the big gold necklace, the ancestor Wuliang suppressed the anger in his heart.
This son of his, the more he looked at it, the more he felt something was wrong!
I am so wise and powerful, how could I give birth to something like this?
Anger aroused, Wuliang Ancestor directly attacked.
"Put it away? How?"
"You dare to tell me how to release it?"
"The life or death of that person named Xia Ming is unknown, and Po Liuhan is about to die!"
"Don't you know that Crown Prince Qianyuan has left the Immortal Continent?"
"What? You want Xiao Sanqi to die, right?"
Facing the inquiring gaze of Ancestor Wuliang, Hui Daya immediately waved his hands.
"Dad, how dare I?"
"It's not too late for me to hurt Little Thirty-Seven."
"How could you harm him?"
Feeling guilty, Hui Daya raised the teacup and took another sip.
Then, the guy vomited tea leaves all over the floor.
At this point, Ancestor Wuliang could no longer bear it.
no!no!
I have to find a reason to whip him!
Thoughts floated and his eyes narrowed.
Ancestor Wuliang looked directly at Hui Daya in front of him.
"Destiny has appeared, why haven't you condensed the mark of destiny yet?"
"If you don't become a respected person, how can I hand over Wuliang Mountain to you?"
"If you don't become a respected person, how can you defend Wuliang Mountain!?"
"You loser!"
Snapped--
He clapped his big hand and then added another kick.
Hui Daya was kicked directly into the Wuliang Cave by Wuliang Ancestor.
"Bullshit! I'm so angry!"
"Destiny is so great, no matter how much you say, it's enough!"
"You little bastard, you have no ambition to make progress!"
Before Wuliang Ancestor could sit down, he suddenly heard a cry of surprise coming from Wuliang Cave.
"Dad! Dad!"
"The Seal of Destiny! The Seal of Destiny!"
Hearing this strange movement, Wuliang Ancestor was also stunned.
What the hell?
Is this coming out?
Is Hui Da Ya just short of skin?
Can you make progress just by taking a puff?
Was this guy a top in his last life?
In doubt, Ancestor Wuliang leaned over to look again.
At this sight, Wuliang Ancestor's body suddenly shook.
He did see the mark of destiny.
But that thing didn't appear on Hui Da Ya's forehead.
But on the head of Gray Thirty-Seven...
For a moment, Ancestor Wuliang was at a loss.
What's going on?
How is this possible?
How did Xiao Sanqi get the mark of destiny?
He hasn't even reached Liuding?
Doesn’t the clock of destiny have such a clock method?
……
The mark of destiny.
Some people are happy and some are sad.
Many big clans actually had several destiny marks.
How to choose has become a problem.
……
The fields are vast in the east, and the island is in the east.
With a strange croak, a huge pelican dived directly to the ground.
Fortunately, Xia Ming jumped early, otherwise he would have been embarrassed.
There is something wrong with the birds raised in Qinglong Mountain. They are stupid and have bad brains.
Xia Ming was able to escape, but the little donkey was not so lucky.
This guy experienced an earth-shaking feeling directly in the pelican's mouth.
After coming out, the donkey's head was dizzy and he kicked the pelican on the head.
The little donkey secretly swore that one day, he would stew this damn smelly bird.
At this moment, Xia Ming noticed something was wrong.
Qinglong Mountain was surrounded by layers of white miasma that covered the sky. After leaving the Qinglong Sea, Xia Ming finally saw the sky.
Looking at the bright river of destiny above his head, Xia Ming's eyes slowly tightened.
"Is this destiny?"
"How could it be so exaggerated?"
"How long have I been buried?"
"How long has this destiny been condensed?"
While Xia Ming was thinking, something strange happened again. Without any warning, a dazzling white light flashed across Qinglong Daozi's eyebrows.
Then, Qinglong Daozi formed the mark of her destiny.
Touching the mark of destiny on his forehead, not only Qinglong Daozi was stunned, but Xia Ming was also stunned.
This...is this condensed?
So Easy?
When Xia Ming sighed, Qinglong Daozi also slowly looked at Xia Ming.
For some reason, Qinglong Daozi's mind was filled with that word.
Soaring on a dragon...
Qinglong...
Xia Ming is my dragon that became an immortal!
Guard my Qinglong, why worry about not being able to strengthen the Qinglong Dao!
With his thoughts clear, Qinglong Daozi's eyes became hot.
When the two people's thoughts were wandering, the little donkey screamed out in surprise.
【Quack quack! Mark of destiny! 】
【Hello guys! You are going to become an immortal! 】
【Hey guys! Now that you've become an immortal, don't forget about my little donkey? 】
[There is a saying, if the dog is rich, don’t forget the donkey! Quack quack! 】
Upon hearing Donkey's words, Qinglong Daozi immediately raised his eyebrows.
Is the little donkey scolding her?
A dog Dengxi.
Before Qinglong Daozi could get angry, the little donkey ran in front of Xia Ming again.
【Quack quack! 】
[Xia, where is your destiny! 】
【No way! No way! The destiny is not in your favor? 】
[Xia Daxian, what is your destiny mark? 】
【Quack quack! 】
When Donkey said this, Xia Ming also fell into deep thought.
While Xia Ming was deep in thought, Qinglong Daozi was secretly happy.
It’s best not to have the mark of destiny!
With the Seal of Destiny, it is inevitable that you will lead to confrontation!
My Qinglong can now help me wholeheartedly!
Feeling secretly happy in his heart, Qinglong Daozi did not forget to comfort Xia Ming who was in despair.
"Junior brother Xia Ming, please wait here for a moment."
"I will help you find out the news about Liuhan."
Although he didn't know who Po Liuhan was, since Xia Ming cared so much, Qinglong Daozi would naturally help him find him.
Qinglong Daozi also knew a thing or two about how to raise a dragon.
Qinglong Dao has been rooted in the far eastern Tianye for many years, and it will definitely be easy to find out the information.
Master Qinglong Mountain is willing to help, so Xia Ming will naturally not refuse.
"Disciple, thank you Mountain Master."
After patting Xia Ming's shoulder gently, Qinglong Daozi left with satisfaction.
After Qinglong left, Xia Ming looked up at the vast destiny above his head and was speechless for a long time.
Without destiny...how to become an immortal?
Is it true that destiny is not in me?
While Xia Ming was thinking, the little donkey came over again to fan the flames.
This guy's scar has healed and he has forgotten the pain. He is more generous than those nine cranes.
【Quack quack! 】
[Xia, is this your destiny mark? 】
[Without the mark of destiny, how can you carry the destiny? 】
[Without the blessing of destiny, how can you be your great immortal? 】
【Quack quack! 】
While the little donkey was gloating about his misfortune, he was unaware of the changes in the general situation around him.
The pressure around Xia Ming began to become more and more terrifying, and the scarlet blood that escaped was like an evil dragon.
As the blood dragon danced wildly, the huge rocks around Xia Ming were disintegrating inch by inch.
Even so, the little donkey still didn't take it seriously.
【quack……】
When Ga Meiga came out, Xia Ming's big hands had already firmly grasped the little donkey's neck.
Then, his big hand entangled thousands of bloodshot threads and smashed it down.
boom--
With one blow, the entire Donglin Island sank by three points.
Staring at the timid eyes of the little donkey, Xia Ming's eyes swirled.
His eyes were cold and dark, and his desire to be alone could no longer be suppressed.
"What if there is no destiny!"
"Without destiny, I can't become a true immortal!?"
"I will kill until no one in this world dares to call himself an immortal!"
"If one life is not enough! Then ten! A hundred! Or even ten thousand!"
"I want to be the only true immortal in this world! The true immortal that will last forever!"
"Why do real immortals need the canonization of destiny!"
"It's time for me to be canonized!"
boom--
As soon as Xia Ming finished speaking, thunder exploded in the air.
The sky was so majestic that Xia Ming didn't even look back.
The thunder light illuminated Xia Ming's profile and also illuminated the little donkey's eyes.
Looking at Xia Ming in front of him, the little donkey felt cold for the first time.
My heart throbbed, my fur was tight, my gums were chattering...
original……
This is what cold feels like. (End of chapter)
