Chapter 122 Li Changan's Dao Rhyme



Li Changan was stunned for a long time, then sighed.

"No wonder the success rate of Chaoyang City's kingship drama is so low. If one refuses to accept the Daoyun destiny and doesn't know the limits of one's own abilities, how likely is it that one will succeed if one tries to break the destiny with a mortal body?"

The sudden change in the scene stunned everyone. Zong Ye's face turned pale and his whole body was trembling. He subconsciously took several steps back before he finally stopped.

“How could it be…”

He had seen Nezha kill eight of them with ease before, and thought that at the very least he could kill three or five.

But who could have thought that the big boss Zong Yao, who had always been superior to him, had not even made a single move. The consequence of forcibly making a move was that he had lost his cultivation level and all his vitality and luck in the divine realm.

He didn't dare try.

The vertical pupils above the sky still emitted a cold light, looking down at this world without any emotion.

After a long time, as if he had exhausted all interest, his eyes fell on Nezha again.

"Little girl, after Zong Baiye has transcended his tribulation, I will hand over Chaoyang City to you. Are you willing to accept this great gift?"

There was dead silence. With the lesson learned from Zong Yao, even Zong Ye did not dare to speak out in rebuttal.

Nezha scratched his head and turned to look at Li Changan.

"I'm here, are you out of your mind? Why are you looking at me for something like this? Why don't you just get out of here?"

Even if we leave Zong Baiye aside, Chaoyang Ancient City still has three Hedao masters and four major families. You, an outsider, want to sit in the top seat after parachuting in. Aren’t you afraid of being beaten to a pulp?

"Go, go, go, stop embarrassing yourself."

Nezha said "oh" and was about to leave behind Li Changan, but the next moment, a crystal clear light shot down and enveloped Li Changan.

Li Changan paused, his whole body seemed to be buried in the ground, unable to move at all, even breathing became increasingly difficult.

"The little girl is the preacher chosen by me, how dare you disrespect her!" The old voice was full of majesty, and the entire sword tomb world seemed to be frozen in an instant, and it was terribly cold.

But the next moment, the old voice suddenly stopped.

"...What is this? How did this happen?"

The light in Li Changan's eyes shattered into pieces like shattered glass, and his voice, which was originally full of majesty and solemnity, suddenly rose several tones.

"Spiritual essence? Immortal power? No, what is this thing in your body?"

"And your Dao rhyme is overflowing. Your destiny... is unpredictable and even more bizarre than that of this little girl."

The spirit of the ancient sword tomb was frightened.

Li Changan dusted off his clothes and quietly wiped away the cold sweat.

"Senior Sword Soul, my junior sister Taixuan is young and ignorant, and cannot bear the heavy responsibility of being the Lord of Chaoyang. You should choose someone more wise." Li Changan bowed towards the vertical pupil in the sky.

"Look, I think the one sleeping is very suitable. Let's leave the position of Chaoyang City Lord to him."

This dramatic scene shocked the surrounding onlookers.

Even the mayor of Chaoyang City looks down on him. This kid is going to the sky.

After a brief silence, the old voice sounded again.

"Boy, are you willing to place a move on the Daoyun chessboard?"

After the voice fell, he immediately explained, "Don't worry, I have no ill will towards you. I just want to see the potential of those who are destined to be with the Dao Yun overflowing from their destiny."

The man of destiny?

Li Changan bared his teeth and chuckled.

"Okay, okay, I want to try it too."

Li Changan rubbed Nezha's head, asked her to wait a moment, and then stepped into the Linghuai barrier.

Then, a crack appeared in the middle of the Linghuai barrier, extending directly to the bluestone under the Linghuai tree.

"Fuck, is this still possible?"

The Linghuai barrier in the Sword Tomb world, an innate magic array that has existed for thousands of years, opened the door for Li Changan.

Is this guy cheating?

Lian Zongye couldn't help but be full of doubts. Could it be that this guy was his father's biological son, and he was just a fake to deceive others?

Li Changan scratched his head, forcibly suppressed the unusual movement of the crown magic treasure on the Linghai Star Map, and walked onto the bluestone with a normal expression.

Under your feet is the most mysterious Taoist chessboard in Chaoyang City.

Behind him, countless people stared sideways, trying to find out what was going on.

Even the vertical pupils above the sky, representing the will of the sword tomb's soul, were staring intently at the young man on the bluestone.

Under everyone's gaze, Li Changan suddenly closed his eyes.

**It was solemn, sacred and weird. No one knew what Li Changan was doing. They just felt that perhaps in the next moment, they would witness a miracle that would shock the entire Beizhou cultivation world.

Ten thousand years ago, the first lord of Chaoyang City placed the number eight on the Daoyun chessboard. Ten thousand years later, the current lord of Chaoyang City placed the number seven on the Daoyun chessboard.

Can this young man from Taixuan break the previous record or even surpass it?

After a full stick of incense, Li Changan suddenly opened his eyes, and a holy halo shot out from his eyes. It condensed in mid-air and turned into a white chess piece the size of a thumb, which fell on the Daoyun chessboard with a bang.

The position of Tianyuan!

The vertical pupil above the sky shrank and its light became dim.

The entire sword tomb world began to shake violently, the sky light overturned, bursts of rosy light appeared, and one after another, scorching lightning fell from the sky and hit the ground.

Then, rich spiritual energy revived from the depths of the earth and rose up.

"What's going on? Why is there suddenly such a strong spiritual energy?" someone exclaimed.

"Didn't they say that the Sword Tomb World is on the verge of collapse, and its spiritual energy has been dissipating for a long time?"

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