Chatper 790 (1/2)

"Since the City of Destiny can plunder other people's luck, whoever's luck is stronger will be able to take the lead." Yang Xuan whispered.

"That's right!" Old Ming nodded.

"The stronger the luck, the closer you are to the destiny martial spirit."

Yang Xuan squinted his eyes, two sharp rays of light flashed in the depths of his pupils, and gritted his teeth: "In order to get the fate martial arts, it seems that I really have to kill."

"This is destined to be a bloody competition of life and death, and the God of Destiny is choosing the master. If you can get the approval of the God of Destiny, you may not be able to get the Martial Soul of Destiny. Even if you fail to get the Martial Soul of Destiny in the end, you can have a huge reward."

Old Ming said: "If a person with a mediocre talent can come out of the City of Destiny, even if he can't enter the Immortal Realm in the future, he can still make great achievements in the Human Realm."

"Whether it's for myself, or for the master, the war king and Youlan, I will do my best to compete for the martial soul of destiny, and if I fail, I will be benevolent."

Yang Xuan clenched his fists tightly with a resolute expression on his face.

Although he knew that there were bound to be countless masters in the City of Destiny, and even terrifying figures reincarnated by fairy spirits, he was not afraid. For him, anyone who blocked him was his enemy. No amnesty.

"Just do your best, but don't push yourself too hard."

Old Ming reached out and patted Yang Xuan's shoulder and said, "After saying so much, I just hope you can come out of the Hall of Eternal Life safe and sound."

"Old Ming can rest assured that I will not only come out alive, but also find the sacred fruit of Huangquan for you."

"When it comes to Huangquan Sacred Fruit, I have to tell you about Huangquan River."

"Yellow Spring River?"

Yang Xuan's face was blank, and he still didn't know anything about Huangquanhe.

"The Yellow Spring River is not an ordinary river. It is a yin river condensed from the underground to the yin to the cold. The river water is black with yellow, turbulent and turbid, and a few strands will corrode the body and soul of the Supreme Realm martial artist. ."

Old Ming introduced.

"So scary!"

Yang Xuan's brows wrinkled slightly, and then he stretched out again, "It doesn't matter, there is a defense with the power of reincarnation, so it must not be a big threat to me."

"Don't be careless, it really doesn't work, don't forcefully go deep into the Yellow Springs River."

Old Ming said solemnly, the Yellow Spring River is bottomless, and most of the Yellow Spring Sacred Fruits grow in the very deep, where it is extremely dangerous and can easily put people to death.

"I will be careful, but the hall of eternal life will not be small, I don't know how to find the Yellow Spring River?"

"This is very simple. The skeletons are piled up in mountains along the Huangquan River. You only need to search for the places with many bones, and you should be able to find the location of the Huangquan River. If it doesn't work, you can ask someone in the Hall of Eternal Life."

"Ming Lao refers to the aborigines in the Hall of Eternal Life?"

"Yeah, I never said that there is no one in the Hall of Eternal Life, but like monsters, the highest cultivation level among those people is at most the Supreme Realm, and of course there is no shortage of amazing geniuses, such people enter If the City of Destiny can capture a large number of lives, there is a complete opportunity to break free from the shackles of the Palace of Eternal Life and come to the human world."

"I see!"

"One month in the outside world, a hundred years in the Hall of Eternal Life, a hundred years, enough for you to cultivate, you must seize the opportunity."

"I will."

"Finally, it's the same sentence, come out alive."

Leaving a sentence, Old Ming flickered and disappeared without a trace. He explained everything that should be explained. After Yang Xuan entered the Hall of Eternal Life, he relied on himself, and no one could help.

"My goal is the Martial Spirit of Destiny in the City of Destiny. How can a small Huangquan River stop my footsteps?"

Yang Xuan muttered to himself, knelt down in front of the tombstone of Master Zhan Wang, and respectfully kowtowed three times before getting up and leaving.