blueteamnovel Chapter 218
Chapter 218
218 The power of correction of the established destiny, the terror of the mind (please subscribe)
This thing of luck, although mysterious, is real.
Huang Minghan could clearly feel that his cultivation had a great connection with his luck.
Although it is impossible to achieve the real wish, but as long as he wants, or he needs.
Then in the next period of time, he is very likely to get ~ that thing.
Along the way, many things have been well confirmed.
According to the memory of Huachen, the servant of the previous rebirth, in his previous life, Hua Minghan had cut a hook in the holy city of Kunlun – the ancient Tiangong of the Four Spirits.
This reborn servant wanted to take his chances and wandered around in advance.
As a result, the time when the strange stone was placed on duty was staggered from his memory.
There seems to be a force in the dark, correcting all this.
Even in the end, the strange stone was cut open by the others, and Hua Minghan didn’t even appear in person.
But the Four Spirits Ancient Heavenly Art still came to him and fell into his sea of consciousness.
This is a very strange feeling, it seems that many things have been arranged on the line of fate.
It will only belong to him, has his brand, and cannot be taken away by others.
This can be understood as the power of luck, but from a certain point of view, Hua Minghan feels that this is like a predestined world trajectory.
“Just like the world personality and Tianxin personality I have now…”
“Since I am the darling of this world, and I am blessed by the heavens, then this world should take me as the center. This may be a mutually beneficial and win-win situation…”
Huang Minghan thought seriously.
His traditional origins have always been mysterious.
When I went to Xi Mingyue’s mansion to deal with the marriage contract before, I met another son of luck, who also has a complicated tradition.
It’s just that the tradition of the son of luck was swallowed up by his tradition, and he also got a ray of heavenly energy.
At that time, Hua Minghan was thinking about whether he had a higher level of complexity?
Such speculation was rejected by him at the time.
Because of the origin of the system itself, it is difficult to tell clearly, and such a thing is a vague concept.
At the back, he skillfully obtained the whereabouts of the Book of Death, and successfully obtained the remaining pages.
Then, through painting Mingxian, another part of the Book of Death was obtained, and the real Book of Death was completed.
Thinking about it all now, is it too much to ask?
The Book of Death that Huang Mingxian got, even flew to him on his own initiative, causing him to complete the complete Book of Death.
Or is it really doomed that no one can take away what should belong to him?
It’s just that they will fall into his hands one after another through different sequences?
If this doesn’t prove anything, then the original fragment of time and space, subtly from the future, was sent to him.
Help him to condense the origin of time and space and forge the divine foundation.
Dong Minghan was even thinking, even if he didn’t take the initiative to find the space-time source fragments, would they still be hooked into his hands in some way?
Yue Qingyi struggled with many means, and after obtaining the other two space-time source fragments, didn’t he take the initiative to hand it over to him later?
“Is this the power of luck, or is it something that is already doomed?”
Huang Minghan sighed softly, his white clothes moved, and he was walking among the divine islands. The breeze was blowing, and the grass and trees were fresh.
The mountains are majestic, surrounded by purple clouds, and immortal mist is floating, a transcendent atmosphere of the immortal forces.
He stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the clouds and clouds in the distance, and his mood was unprecedentedly natural.
At this moment, Dong Minghan seemed to have really turned into that wisp of wind, shuttled between heaven and earth, and he closed his eyes quietly and heard many voices.
There are clear springs flowing between the rocks, tears and tears, dew drops, insects chirping among the grass, and fish wagging their tails in the pond water.
He even heard the conversations of some clansmen in the distance, and he was still discussing the matter of clan comparison.
Huang Minghan seems to be standing in the dawn and earth, overlooking everything calmly, watching the clouds and clouds, all beings, and the red dust billowing.
“Is this the power of the mind?”
He whispered softly, feeling that the rhythm between heaven and earth showed many trajectories that had never been seen before.
Some are very deep and seem to stretch into the boundless void, while others are so shallow that if you don’t look carefully, you won’t be able to see clearly.
These lines and trajectories are intricate and spread from nothingness.
Some land on something around them, such as a plant, a pebble, or a flying insect flapping its wings.
Huang Minghan’s eyes showed a strange color, and he quietly observed these lines, and then reached out to touch them.
chatter!!!
In the dark, there seemed to be a crisp and cold crack sound, as if the strings suddenly tightened and then broke.
Huang Minghan noticed that the line he touched finally landed on an unremarkable small stone.
And at the moment when his finger fell, there was a buzzing sound in front of his eyes, and a vague scene emerged, and then gradually became clear.
He saw the dust all over the sky, falling from somewhere he didn’t know.
Some of these dusts are stone chips, some are flying sand, and some are rotting bones, fluttering in the sky, and fluttering from the sky.
I don’t know how long it took, these scattered dust piled up into small hills like dirt.
In the years of wind and sun, these hills are constantly changing in shape, and their outlines are erased…
Eventually small boulders formed.
“Is this the past life of this little stone?”
Huang Minghan was a little enlightened, and he saw the evolution of a stone.
Then, the scene in front of him changed again.
A slender figure suddenly hooked onto this hill.
“Brother stinky, you know that you care about that painting, but you don’t know how to deal with me…”
She put her hands on her hips, as if she was still muttering words, and then kicked angrily towards a small stone next to her.
With a quack, the small stone suddenly fell into the waterfall in the distance.
Then it stirred up a small series of drips, and it was soon immersed in it.
Looking at these sights, Huang Minghan was a little dumbfounded, and then shook his head.
“Is this a vision of the future? This is the fate of this little rock?” he guessed.
The sights in front of them quickly blurred and disappeared.
When he continued to want to touch, that line also disappeared.
Moreover, what surprised Hua Minghan was the small stone under his feet.
At this moment, it seems to have suddenly experienced countless years, turning into fly ash layer by layer.
Then it disappeared from the spot, as if it had never been hooked.
This sight surprised him, but he couldn’t help but be stunned.
Spy on fate, is there a backlash?
It’s just that this backlash, if it doesn’t fall on him, will fall on what he spied on, so as to correct the future?
This kind of power is really mysterious, allowing him to spy on the destiny.
Maybe you can also use this method to defend against the enemy?
Huang Minghan also noticed that these rough and wispy lines were densely packed, extending everywhere, some vague and small, and they would break when touched.
And some are deep and hard, if they are made of forged steel, they are difficult to break.
He guessed that this should be related to the strength of the thing he wanted to spy on, or the level of life.
The higher the life level and the stronger the strength, the less likely it will be to spy on, and it will also be less likely to be destroyed.
Huang Minghan was secretly surprised, and when his mind moved, these dense lines disappeared from his eyes.
This is the power of fate, mysterious and unpredictable, even Hua Minghan is difficult to explain and make clear for a while.
As for where this power came from, Hua Minghan was also unclear.
Just around him, he was just sighing at the magic of fate, which involved the power of correction of You’s established destiny.
Then he felt himself caught in some strange situation.
It seems like an epiphany, but in fact the whole person is awake, as if through a blurred line, from one side to the other side.
“Is this a change from fiction to reality?
“Or the power of the mind, what I think, I can understand?”
Huang Minghan suddenly realized that this was not a simple fate or luck.
It’s the changes in what he thinks and feels in his heart.
For a while, he couldn’t really understand what that meant.
But there is an intuition telling him that when he realizes all this, he may really have the power of a creator.
The next moment, Dong Minghan, taking advantage of the remaining thoughts in his mind, moved his figure and returned to the palace.
He ordered no one to come to disturb him, and then fell into a deep retreat.
The retreat this time is not the practice of supernatural powers or Taoism.
Instead, Hua Minghan tried to capture something from this “thought”.
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His sea of consciousness shone slightly, and his cheekbones became a little transparent, and a vague divine altar Gaozhu could be seen in it.
The stars of the heavens are manifested, the origin of time and space is the moon, and the origin of the stars is the stars, reflecting in all directions.
There is even a vague river flowing quietly in it, which seems to connect the endless empty space.
The portrait clansmen were very surprised at Gai Minghan’s sudden retreat, but no one asked anything.
Many clan elders instructed that no one would disturb Hua Minghan.
From their point of view, Gai Minghan seldom ordered like this, so this retreat seemed really important to him.
Zhou Chanxuan, who originally wanted to paint Minghan for some advice, had no choice but to give up.
Although the mother-in-law of the golden snake really wanted her and Huang Minghan to get closer, Zhou Chanxuan was very self-aware.
So more thoughts, in fact, are still in the period of painting temporary residence, I want to ask painting Minghan for advice, I want to improve my strength.
In her eyes, apart from Hua Minghan, her peers could not find another such terrifying figure.
She has heard many rumors from the outside world, including the events at the Tianjiao event, how dazzling those Tianjiao halos are.
But in front of Hua Minghan, no matter what, they all appear bleak, and it is difficult to really compare and compare.
From Zhou Chanxuan’s point of view, as long as Gai Minghan walks outside, he will definitely suppress the voices that questioned him and compared him with the arrogant talents who have gained fame during this period.
The three words Hua Minghan have a great sense of oppression and fear for their peers.
“How’s the investigation going?
At the same time, the territory of the portrait is in an ancient city.
Lin Xue sat at the window of an inn, ordered some simple tea, and was drinking.
On the opposite side of him, stood a woman in a red dress with a particularly snow-white and delicate complexion.
Wearing a veil, he couldn’t see his facial features clearly, only a pair of water-cut boots showed a rhythm in his pupils, and his expression was very indifferent.
“Pay attention to your tone, I am not your maid.”
The woman in the red dress seemed to be very dissatisfied with Lin Boots, and her expression of extreme disgust and disgust was completely undisguised.
The tone was also cold.
However, Lin Geng seemed to be used to it for a long time and didn’t care.
He took a sip of tea and just said, “I know you are not my maid, I just want to ask, how is the investigation going?”
The woman in the red dress in front of her was named Hong Nishang.
It was the maid of Xuanqing, the master of the Xuannv Palace. This time, she was ordered to leave the Xuannv Palace and came to the outside world to help him find the Jiuyang Xuanxian Stone.
Because of the relationship between Lin Qian and Xuan Qing, the palace master of Xuannv Palace, Hong Nishang was also quite prejudiced against him and hated him very much.
If it weren’t for the fact that she wanted to find the Jiuyang Xuanxian Stone for the Palace Master to solve the Absolute Yin Cold Vessel, she would not be able to help Lin Geng.
“I don’t know why you want to investigate this woman and waste all this useless time…”
Hong Nishang glanced at Lin Boots indifferently, her eyes were full of disgust, but considering that the Palace Master had instructed her not to mess around outside, and obey Lin Qian’s instructions.
After all, Lin Boots is the descendant of Xuan Nv.
Therefore, Hong Nishang still suppressed the anger in Lu’s heart and said, “I used a lot of power, but I just learned that the woman’s name is Dong Mingzhuo, and the current young master of the portrait is a cousin. ”
“Also, she came to the portrait more than half a year ago, other than that, there is not much news about her.
“She seems to be involved in some of the secrets of the painting, and the Xuannv Palace does not dare to inquire about it. The portrait is by no means an ordinary force and should not be provoked.”
Lin Boot listened to this and nodded, feeling a little stunned in his heart.
“It turned out to be Dong Mingzhuan? It’s a nice name.
He always felt that this woman named Dong Mingyuan was the reincarnation of Master Xuannv, or had a difficult connection with Xuannv.
Otherwise, they can’t look exactly alike.
It’s just that with his current strength, it’s impossible to really get in touch with the portrait, or get in touch with the painting.
Therefore, it can only be discussed in the long run.
“The cold pulse of the palace master can’t be delayed, you still have time to spare, wasting time here…”
Hong Nishang’s eyes were even more disgusting when she heard the words, she thought that Lin Xue was somewhere, and suddenly saw the woman, and had some crooked thoughts, after thinking about inquiring about the portrait,