Chapter 289 Taking advantage of the opportunity

When this name appeared, there was no change between heaven and earth, and Bai Wuchen knew that he was doomed.

Siming is the name of destiny in the human world.

The person who dares to use this name now is of course not that person, but the person who once tore off a part of destiny.

He is also called Siming, and is a monk from three thousand years ago.

A person who transcends the control of destiny and tears off the book of destiny and the pen of destiny from destiny. It is said that he even broke the ladder to heaven, including Xuanzong, who was determined to defy destiny and control his own destiny. He was also the founder of the world's number one sect. The

storyteller did not care how shocked Bai Wuchen was at the moment. He just sat in front of him calmly, watching the once self-righteous Immortal Wuqing become a wolf and unable to fight.

He only needs to move his pen to easily erase Bai Wuchen's cultivation and turn him into a waste.

Bai Wuchen couldn't understand why he appeared in front of him and why he wanted to deal with him, so he asked.

The storyteller laughed nonchalantly and said word by word: "Bai Wuchen, you killed your wife to prove your truth, whose person did you kill, and whose truth did you prove?"

He was very unhappy, and his cold eyes fell on Bai Wuchen.

Oh, a little girl of only 20 years old, converted into the age of the True Dragon Clan, can't even touch the border of adulthood, how can he do this?

Bai Wuchen finally knew who he came for, Guan Shengsheng, a substitute he didn't care about.

"The fate of this little girl is so miserable."

The storyteller sighed.

Bai Wuchen killed his "wife" to prove his "Taoism". He killed a child he liked, who was also his disciple in a way. Even though he had transcended himself, he was still unhappy.

Moreover, Bai Wuchen proved the Tao that he hated the most. Those who followed the Tao of destiny were the storyteller's enemies.

The storyteller finally chose to join the game and killed the old immortal who tried to harm minors. After all, he was his disciple for countless generations.

The last love from the old... the elders.

This cycle is about to end. Guan Shengsheng is so busy that she wants to tear herself into countless pieces again. She has no time to care about what Bai Wuchen does, nor does she have time to think about what happened to her other body.

She can only endure the pain of her other half's soul being torn apart day and night, and perform the task with difficulty, fighting for the last ray of life for herself and all the souls who are traveling with her.

In the end, she succeeded.

.Now

, the storyteller has sorted out all his memories of the last cycle and knows everything.

He tapped the pen gently, looked at the deceased Bai Wuchen, and said lightly: "I originally thought that if you also got the memory of the previous life, you would at least make some progress. Who knew that you still chose the path of the previous life. You are really a fool who walks the ruthless path now." "

Since you chose the path of the previous life, then I have no choice but to send you away according to the result of the previous reincarnation."

The storyteller did not want to take action against Bai Wuchen. For him, some things happened in the previous reincarnation. He had already dealt with them in the previous reincarnation, so he did not want to continue to take action.

But there are always people who seek death.

So he had to continue to solve this matter according to his previous choice.

In his previous life, Bai Wuchen couldn't escape from his palm when he was at his strongest, and it was even more impossible for him to escape in this life. He could only disappear painfully with despair and regret, and everything he had was easily wiped out by the pen of destiny.

Soon, only the storyteller was left in the empty hall. The painful wails gradually disappeared, and he walked down from the throne.

"Is the ancestor leaving like this?"

A vague voice sounded, and a translucent old figure floated in. The white-haired old man was chubby, looking at the fairy spirit, and his face was full of joy.

The storyteller looked at him with a smile on his face: "You are not asleep. According to the rules of the secret realm, you should be asleep like other gods."

The old man stroked his beard and said with a smile: "I borrowed a friend's blood last time and stayed awake. I didn't expect to meet the ancestor again."

The storyteller touched his smooth face: "It's strange to be called by you like this. I look much younger than you."

It has been a long time since someone called him like this. The storyteller felt particularly uncomfortable, especially when a white-bearded old man called him with a smile. He always felt that he had grown old.

Although this is the fact.

The old man laughed: "It is true in appearance, but in terms of age, I can't compare to the ancestor."

He laughed very happily, and after laughing, he became a little serious: "So, what does the ancestor want to do this time to inherit the secret realm?"

The storyteller shook his head and said, "This matter has nothing to do with you. Just continue to sleep and wait for the Yunxu Secret Realm to truly open in two years. Okay, don't talk nonsense. You go back first. The other two people are coming. You probably don't want to meet them head on."

The old man only had a divine thought and could not sense that anything was about to come. He sighed: "I don't know if I can wait until the next Yunxu Secret Realm. I really want to accept that child as my disciple..."

His tone gradually faded, and his figure also dissipated above the hall.

After he disappeared, two figures appeared in front of the storyteller silently, and they could no longer be ignored.

One of them had long green hair, an elegant and noble posture, and a casual glance from his indifferent eyes made people dare not look directly at him. He was strong and noble, showing the attitude of a king.

The other person was only wearing a black suit, with a slender figure, long silver hair tied up high, and a black mask on his face, revealing only a pair of eyes like ice. The whole person was as sharp as a sword, as if he would swing the star sword at his waist at any time to cut down everything in the world.

The storyteller smiled at them and said, "You two are so quick."

Zhao Ran Jian Xian stared at him and said coldly, "There is no time to waste."

"Sword cultivators are just like this, they are always in a hurry." Liu Huang, who was standing by, was arrogant and even spoke with a proud tone.

Zhao Ran Meng glanced at him and said, "You are no slower than me."

He had said before that he would not mix things up, and all hope was slim. However, he didn't know what the storyteller said to him or what he did to make Liu Huang, who was unwilling to mix things up, become active and even willing to hold the thread and lead them to find the "core array eye".

Emperor Liu said, "There is some truth in a quick fight. If you want to seize the opportunity from that person, you can't let your guard down for a moment."

The storyteller clapped his hands lightly, "As expected of Emperor Liu, you really know a lot about it."

Emperor Liu sneered, "You are far inferior to me. If you keep talking nonsense, Guan Shengsheng will be taken away again. I am not in a hurry, but are you two not in a hurry?"

The storyteller stroked the book in his hand, and the corners of his lips curled up, "Some things can't be rushed, they must be done step by step."

"This time, its actions are more urgent than ever before, and it actually let the demon clan's high priest Si Weiyuan use the magic heart. I guess it saw that you were not dead, so it began to worry that you would escape from its control, which gave us a chance to take advantage of it."