Chapter 1899

Mengji is curious when she hears that Yang Ping wants to break fate. Fate is a very mysterious thing, and it is even more difficult to guess. She can't see or touch it at ordinary times. Even Mengji, who is classified as Tianyuan realm, can't touch it. There is chaos between heaven and earth. There is a little Qi in the chaos. One Qi turns into three clearing.

Mengji seems to see the mark of an era, blooming magnificent flowers in Yang Ping's hands. Strangely, he is clearly in front of her, but with the moment of printing, it seems to travel through time and space in another parallel world.

Heaven and earth are infinite.

The original world in Mengji's body has long been broken. The moment of dream breaking represents the disappearance of life. In order to save Ma Weiwei, Mengji broke the world just to strive for a glimmer of life. Although he managed to escape, he could never return to the past.

Yang Ping plans to break the shackles of fate with his strongest strength.

Mengji's life is losing and turning into the aura between heaven and earth. After people die, it will turn into nothingness. No one knows where the soul is. But at a certain level, you can feel that someone is coming to harvest. Many people think it is the God of death. In fact, it is not so. The God of death is just a concrete thing. What really harvests the soul is a mysterious rule power. Yang Ping didn't know before, but he felt the power of rules forming and lurking in the void. You can't do anything in front of absolute rules. So is the king of heaven.

Mengji looked up with a relieved smile.

"I'm leaving."

Mengji sighed. Although Yang Ping wanted to break the eternal truth of death, she was not sure. She knew very well that there was no exception in the face of death, only waiting.

A white figure condensed by rules appeared in front of her. Mengji saw the figurative God of death in Yang Ping's intervention. It was an indescribable great figure. A god of death dagger bit in her mouth. Behind her was a hazy spirit of death, controlling the rules of heaven and earth around her. Under the God of death rules, even the general king of heaven is not an opponent. You can only accept your fate.

Mengji seems to see the most outstanding works between heaven and earth. The figurative God of death is an indifferent and ruthless old man. It is not a green faced tusk, nor is it the black-and-white Impermanence in the novel. It is a kind of figurative messenger that cools people's heart.

Yang Ping saw the figurative God of death. His face remained unchanged and waited quietly.

The God of death started. He took the dagger of the God of death, harvested Mengji's head and wanted to take the soul away.

But there was a barrier@^^$

Reincarnation mark!

Yang Ping's seal is the mark of reincarnation. It has the power to break the boundaries of life and death, escape into reincarnation, and forcibly intercept the harvest of the God of death.

The God of death turned his head, saw through the barrier and saw Yang Ping. A majestic voice sounded in the void: "contrarian, do you want to challenge the reincarnation of the way of heaven?"

Yang Ping showed surprise. Unexpectedly, death would speak. He thought the other party was just a rule without thoughts and feelings. He said, "she can't die. I want to protect her."

Ha ha!! $*!

The God of death sneered and disdained to say, "if you are strong, you may still struggle. Before the great way of heaven, no one can violate the rules of heaven and earth. Since you want to go against the sky, I will catch you together."

"Death sickle!"

The God of death held a strange sickle in his other hand and swept it towards Yang Ping's neck. The sickle did not arrive, but the rules of death condensed and imprisoned everything, making it seem that there was only one sickle left between heaven and earth.

Yang Ping's face changed slightly. He felt that the sickle of the God of death was no less terrible than the attack of the king of heaven. This was just an ordinary attack. No wonder no one could resist the harvest of the God of death, because they themselves were the strength of the king of heaven.

Mengji was desperate in front of the sickle of death.

The absolute power of the heavenly king. Mengji could not resist. She closed her eyes and waited for death. Mengji is no match for death no matter how powerful she is. Generally, the God of death will harvest silently without pain, but Yang Ping broke some rules and let Mengji see the existence of the God of death.

This power transcends time and space and comes to us.

Mengji was in despair.

Can Yang Ping resist such a great force?

Mengji couldn't believe it, because it was a contest at another level.

"Well done."

Facing the supreme sickle, Yang Ping was not afraid, but inspired his ambition. In front of the sickle of death, his eyes burst into golden light and shouted, "God's pupil opens the sky!"

God pupil has the power against the sky. He directly tore open the barrier made by the rules of death and shot into the center of death's eyebrows.

Death screamed and roared, "you dare to hurt me."

Yang Ping looked coldly at the representational fuzziness of the God of death, and his face was expressionless. Once the God pupil opened the sky, it would create another chaotic world, keeping pace with the way of heaven. In front of the same essential force, the God of death was just a dog of the way of heaven.

Watching death annihilate, a crack opened and a light burst out.

Yang Ping felt the light and was shocked.

This light is not a force, not a rule, but beyond the rules. It comes not from the God of death, but from the mysterious force behind the God of death. The light falls on the body and can't move, watching it be pulled into the crack.

Death disappeared.

But Yang Ping also disappeared. He was pulled into the crack and into a mysterious dark space.

Countless cages appeared in front of him. There was a sleeping soul in each cage. Each soul was incredibly powerful. Yang Ping was extremely shocked. Didn't he see the dark cage in the dark place?

He couldn't believe that the dark cage was connected with the rule of death. He broke his fate and hit death hard, but he could not escape the capture of mysterious forces and was trapped in a cage.

In a cage, sleepy.

Yang Ping quickly woke up and kept attacking the cage, but it was useless. He used his pupils to open the sky again, but it was useless. The cage absorbed the power of his pupils to open the sky. Instead of being damaged, it strengthened the confinement power of the dark cage.

Trapped dragon!

Yang Ping regained his composure. The four cages trapped him and couldn't leave. Soon, his soul will slowly lose itself and become the same as the souls in other cages and become the prize of mysterious power.

He is unwilling.

Maybe this is the price against the sky.

Yang Ping takes a deep breath and condenses the strongest force. Since it's useless to open the sky, he can only rely on the most primitive force in his body.

This is his mace.

It can be used to deal with the dark cage, which has long been designed.

Now is a good chance to experiment.

But he did not move for the time being. Instead, he observed carefully and found that in the surrounding cages, those powerful souls fell into a deep sleep. He even saw great figures in ancient times, all kinds of races, from the realm of saints to the realm of heaven. These people are very young and extremely talented. They will shine brightly in any era.

Glancing at it, Yang Ping saw a familiar figure.

Zhu Xi!

The distance is unknown. Yang Ping did see a beautiful shadow trapped in a cage and fell into a deep sleep.

This cage is different from others. It is surrounded by countless regular chains.

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