Huang Sheng raised his head, and his righteous face was extremely fanatical and even fierce, and his facial features seemed a little distorted because of this.

The golden lightning intertwined behind him like branches, woven into a brilliant golden grid. Thunder roared, as if countless giants were beating war drums.

Pure and holy golden radiance wrapped his whole body, and his whole body was like a god descending, with dazzling golden radiance all over his body.

He slowly raised his hand, and the golden light of his black robe flowed, as if a golden waterfall had fallen in the air, and his eyes were the sun and moon that were radiant.

At that moment, an indescribable pressure spread from his body, and the entire space was trembling under this majesty.

The forty-nine chains that locked the floating island were tightly straight, and each chain was deeply embedded in the base of the island, making a tingling "squeaking" sound.

The creatures tied by the chains and the black dragon who Mu Shoushi surrendered. The black dragon even drooped his head. What he sucked in his nose was no longer the turbid salivary dragon breath, but the pure and flawless spiritual power.

Huang Sheng opened his lips and spit out Tianxian:

"There is no self and no one at that time, I am the one who is the one who starts the formation."

The loud sound was like thunder in the sky, and the words were shining with golden light. Forty-nine chains broke at the same time. All the creatures on the blood-colored chains turned into ashes. The sudden screams and wails ran through the heaven and earth.

The countless runes made it easier to fly away from the lock's edge at this time, and sixteen strange characters like mountains were synthesized in the sky. Each one was mysterious and radiated a dazzling glow comparable to the sun.

Then, there was a low buzzing sound of the formation activate.

The floating island, which had lost its chains, slowly fell downwards.

At this time, the leading clouds on the island had already overflowed like smoke and dust, and a dome appeared.

This dome seems to be another piece of sky growing under the deep blue sky, covering the island.

It is no longer gray, but divided into four distinct pieces, namely silver gray, light purple, ice blue and gold.

Huang Sheng's figure flashed and appeared under the dome.

"Time, space, fate, and luck... are all in the formation."

Looking up at this fantastic and wonderful dome, his face showed an intoxicated look.

What he wanted, what he had been obsessed with for his life, would finally come true at this moment. This idea made him almost hold his breath, and the muscles around his wide eyes were trembling slightly, and he couldn't wait to see this extraordinary wonder.

"Aheng."

The familiar call is like a gentle wave of water, rolling towards the ears, affectionately and gently, with endless nostalgia and memories.

A trace of confusion passed through Huang Sheng's fanatical face.

At some point, he seemed to have returned many years ago, in the clear and white time of the wind and the moon, and saw many familiar faces, and saw those laughing figures running, facing the breeze, bathing in the star waterfall, and the green mountains are like paintings.

However, after another breath, Huang Sheng's golden eyes shrank into two golden spots of light.

"Who?"

He asked with a voice, not sure if there was a hint of panic in his voice.

This shouldn't be.

He thought in his heart.

How could there be others in this place besides him?

This array that is far away from the transformation avoids all the laws of the heavenly way, and its connection with the present world has been cut off one by one. Logically speaking, it is impossible for anyone or any will to look at it.

This is the only one that takes away the will of heaven and earth and steals the work of creation.

He enjoys it alone inside and outside the world.

But the voice just now appeared.

In the extreme void, there is a sound that actually exists. How could it be?

Huang Sheng hugged his sleeves, his eyes were as bright as ice, and the golden seal on his pupils blew faintly, and the flying sword in his sleeves was ready to go.

Under the dome, the golden light curtain representing "Yun" also stopped rotating, and the "momentum" connected to "Yun" also changed the energy.

If someone really breaks into the formation, just this fortune is contrary to one another, it will be enough to erase it.

However, the spiritual consciousness swept around, but Huang Sheng did not find the breath of the creature.

"I'm here."

The sound rang again, closer and clearer.

Huang Sheng finally found the source of this sound this time. However, he did not find anyone in the distance from his eyes, but he was the only thin piece of letter.

As soon as he saw the handwriting on the paper, his face quickly became gloomy.

"You are dead." He looked at the letter, and his eyebrows were filled with coldness: "I advise you to put these tricks of pretending to be magical and not to have meaningless disputes."

After a pause, he raised his eyebrows again with sarcastic sarcastic expression: "Did you hear it? My master-brother-"

The letter paper was standing upright and still not moving. Naturally, it was almost impossible for a piece of letter paper to have emotions, but the voice in the paper was clearly emotional.

"So, you still remember that I am your senior brother." The slightly sad voice seemed to have infinite memories.

Huang Sheng grinned and simply spread his sleeves, put away the golden thunder in his eyes, and the golden light curtain on the dome on the side also resumed its rotation.

He lifted up his black robe and sat down in the air, and put on a long talk: "I remember it. The eldest brother is so arrogant, and I, the youngest brother, have always admired him very much."

As he said that, he reached out to do a "please" move, and his lips curled: "Sit down, let's talk slowly."

"There is no need to chat. I'm here to persuade you to turn back." The sound line in the letter was very calm: "Ah... Tianheng, withdraw the formation, it's still time now."

"Shut up!"

Huang Sheng—or we should call this Taoist Tianheng—speaks sharply, his breath suddenly becomes cold, his sleeves are storming, and his murderous intent appears.

"I am a yellow voice." He looked at the letter coldly, and the extremely penetrating gaze seemed to look at the person talking behind the letter.

The talented and talented person who is always talking about the world but is very talented and can be refined into a divine object like Shijing, Tianheng's senior brother - Tianxin.

Unfortunately, such a genius died under his formation in the end.

Time, luck, and fate.

If a person cannot receive the favor of these three in his life, then this person will be in short order.

Who can escape life and luck?

The danger of the word "destiny" can also be seen from this. If you are not careful, you will lose everything. Just like his genius senior brother, what if you have a high level of cultivation?

Just change his destiny, luck and timing, and no one has to do it himself, God can accept it.

"No, you are Tianheng." The voice of the letter broke out, his tone was extremely determined, and he insisted on his previous title:

"Tianheng, do you think I don't know? You changed your original surname "Huang" and used the single word "Sound" as the name, but because your name "Tianheng" was originally taken from the "Yuheng" of the Big Dipper.
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