The swordsman looked at the black-faced man from afar, with an indifferent expression, as if he was looking at an ant.

But he did not notice that at the entrance of the alley of Linsuyiqiu Lane not far away, a young man holding an umbrella and a wooden sword on his waist was also quietly watching him.

Seeing that the black-faced man was about to escape, the swordsman finally moved, his mind was shrouded in the sword light, and there was a faint sense of a rushing river.

He looked proud, and he believed that after this sword, the black-faced man would definitely die.

Although the black-faced man has not entered the practice of cultivation, he has had some sense of danger after years of struggle.

The moment the sword came, he knew clearly that he could not stop it, but he still had very important things to tell his friends, so he could not die directly, he had to save his life for another moment.

He tried his best to avoid the key points and seek a moment of vitality.

The swordsman saw it and just said contemptuously, "It's ridiculous to survive in an ants."

However, just as the sword light was about to fall, a sword roar seemed to sound, vaguely indeciphering.

A young man in a long gown holding an umbrella, holding a wooden sword with a sheath, blocked the sword light, and the sword light never got ahead again.

Then, a vast sword intent and mental power burst out, directly purifying the sword light.

The sword light and mind power are integrated into one, and are destroyed by powerful external forces, which will cause an extremely fierce backlash.

The swordsman's indifferent expression changed for the first time. When he regarded others as an ant, he did not know that he was also an ant in the eyes of others.

His face was pale in an instant, and he was seriously injured.

He looked at the boy holding an umbrella in shock and fled in panic.

No one discovered that at infinite heights, in the unknown eternal land, there were many rivers, like constant sand.

In this place where I had been calm for a long time, a stream suddenly splashed with water. The water was filled with images of the black-faced man, and the stream ran through his life from beginning to end.

Originally, the stream was about to dry up because the road ahead was broken, but suddenly, the road ahead was broken, and new water sources poured in, and the stream was restored to life again.

And in these seemingly simple changes, an extremely mysterious and almost tolerant force was born. As soon as this force appeared, it was absorbed by an invisible vortex.

Then, he returned to peace again, and no one knew where the next wave would rise.

Just as no one knows where that fate will go.

At the entrance of the alley, Fang Qian did not look at the swordsman again. He could kill him now, but he thought it would be more appropriate to leave it to Chao Xiaoshu.

Looking at the black-faced man who was shocked to the ground by the aftermath of the sword intent, Fang Qian smiled, but he had no idea of ​​pulling him.

After all, he is a man with thick skin and flesh, so he doesn't need any care.

The black-faced man looked at Fang Qian in a daze, got up, and asked, "Who are you? Why did you save me?"

Fang Qian was about to answer, but suddenly his expression changed, and ecstasy was mixed with excitement.

"Come with me, don't worry no one dares to touch you."

He spoke very quickly. After saying that, he walked towards Linfoseven Alley. He was not a nanny. If he saved him, he still didn't believe him and followed him.

The black-faced man heard the footsteps of the Yulin Army approaching, thought for a while, and quickly followed Fang Qian.

Fang Qian saw that nothing had happened and I had to doubt your bloody plot. He was also very satisfied, especially the surprise brought to him by this little black face, which made him feel much better all of a sudden, and soon they returned to his wine shop.

"You can stay here first. Don't worry, with me here, no one can take you away. When Ning Que comes back, you can stay at his old Bizhai. If you understand what you understand, it's nothing, don't bother me."

After saying that, Fang Qian put away the umbrella and lay on the chair again, closing his eyes to rest.

The black-faced man looked surprised, and he could naturally hear the meaning of Fang Qian's words.

However, he knew very well that Fang Qian was definitely a very powerful practitioner, but he did not expect to know Ning Que.

He had many doubts, but obviously Fang Qian had no time to pay attention to him now, so he would not make things boring. He casually found a stool to sit down and began to think about what happened today.

Suddenly, waves of shouts sounded, and the black-faced man saw more than a dozen Yulin soldiers passing by the shop door.

Before he could do anything, he found that the Yulin Army seemed to have rushed straight towards them as if they had not seen this place.

He was stunned for a while, and looked at the young man who seemed to be lying on the chair and breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's so terrifying that practitioners have such terrible means!"

Fang Qian naturally had no time to pay attention to anything else at this time. He casually used a small way to use his mind and devoted all his mind to a sudden surprise.

Because just now, the system of the Heavens, which had not been in movement for a long time, finally once again showed a little bit of presence.

"Ding, the host successfully reversed one person's fate and stole the origin of the heavens."

Obviously the system has not yet awakened, and this is just the system's passive reaction after it has made corresponding behaviors.

But this undoubtedly means that before the heavenly system fell asleep, it left him a perhaps crucial means.

As soon as the mind moved, information about the origin of the heavens appeared in his mind.

The origin of the heavens, the most rooted power of the heavens and all worlds, has the ability to create all things.

It was very clear, but Fang Qian still didn't know what it was, but it was just right, and he also had a rough understanding.

If you regard the origin of the heavens as currency, you may be able to understand its function clearly.

The origin of the heavens can be transformed into anything, and he has no doubt that the system refers to everything.

Everything that exists!

As long as there is the origin of the heavens, he has everything.

This is definitely a means that he cannot understand, and it is also a force that can reverse everything.

However, the way to obtain the source points of space-time seems not easy, and he also had some ideas.

Although he has not left home in recent years, he has done many things, but has not obtained any source of time and space.

On the contrary, today, he saved the black-faced man Zhuoer and gained a little.

Obviously, the reversal of fate as the system says is not closely related to other things, and may only be closely related to life and death.

Could it be that in the system rules, only because the fate of death is changed can fate be reversed?

So, since you can save someone, what if you kill someone?

Thinking of this, Fang Qian felt a little regretful of letting go of the Southern Jin swordsman.

However, it is difficult to save people, but killing people is much simpler. The considerations in this may also be a test for him.

Even if you want to obtain a large number of origins of the heavens, there may be only two ways: saving the world or destroying the world!

In this way, in Jiangye, according to his original fate, Ning Que had already done it to save the world. Even if this person becomes him, it would not be considered a reversal of his fate. So, he can only destroy the world?

But let it go. So far, he has never even killed anyone, let alone a strange thing like Destruction. It is absolutely impossible for him to do it.

What he asked for was definitely not the case.
Chapter completed!