The voice fell flatly, echoing in the room, but it did not spread outwards and gradually disappear as usual. Instead, it reverberated and layered throughout the area, like ripples on the water, constantly overlapping.

Eventually, the entire room seemed to be filled with that calm and ever-present indifferent whisper. The Daoist's eyes were deep, as if Yuanshi Tianzun had truly descended here, overlooking that Dao fruit with an indifferent and unwavering gaze.

The Dao fruit rolled slightly to the side, like a dead thing.

It was as if what Wei Yuan said was just speculation and delusion, not reality. This Dao fruit had nothing to do with [Fate], nor was it entangled with it. It was simply a Dao fruit power born from the concept of [Guixu].

But Wei Yuan couldn't be mistaken.

Karma restrains the secrets of heaven.

And destiny restrains karma.

As the master of karma, the core existence controlling the entire karmic system, and the Dao fruit realm existence who had once, to some extent, slain "Fate," Wei Yuan could never be wrong. In his eyes, the twisted aura of Fate in front of him was so strong that he could see it even with his eyes closed, and he couldn't ignore it even if he wanted to.

Wei Yuan said, "It seems you don't plan to come out." The Dao fruit still didn't react. The next moment, a bright sword light, accompanied by an incomparably sharp and sonorous sword cry, appeared at the same time. The whole world seemed to become deep and dark in an instant, because the sharpness of the sword in his hand was so strong that it even absorbed the surrounding streamers.

It gave people a feeling that time flies and karma is inescapable.

And the Qingping Sword in his hand slashed down directly.

As if he didn't care about the extremely precious Dao fruit at all, this sword was really going to split it open directly. Just as this overbearing sword force was about to explode completely, a wisp of noise in the core of the Dao fruit suddenly flowed.

The Qingping Sword missed.

Then, wisps of streamers suddenly escaped from the Dao fruit, weaving, manifesting, and constructing in this museum, in this small house in the human world, and finally transformed into an existence whose face could not be seen clearly, but whose temperament was extremely deep and unpredictable.

Bearing a hint of a smile, he said, "Yuanshi Tianzun, why bother..." Before this profound and unpredictable voice could finish, a chilling sharp light flashed before his eyes. Then, the long sword in his palm changed again, lighting up like a jump. The Qingping Sword, which had already slashed into the void, jumped up again with a mysterious and incredible angle and change.

The sword's edge was already against the [Fate]'s throat.

In this room, an iron-blue cold air was slowly escaping.

Making the whole room have a kind of coldness that seemed to make the soul tremble.

Wei Yuan held the teacup in his left hand, not looking at that side, still sitting on the woven rattan chair that had been in the room for some years, while his right hand held the hilt of the Qingping Sword. This long sword, forged by the Heavenly Emperor himself, with its cold light and sharpness, was pointed at [Fate]'s throat.

Fate looked at the sword in front of him with a smile in his eyes.

He said leisurely, "Are you going to ask me if you're going to kill me?"

"And if I say you won't kill me, you'll stab me through the throat with your sword, and if I say you will kill me, you'll spare my life? To refute my omniscient power and authority of fate?"

"Although Tianzun is strong, don't joke."

"Or will you do what you did to Zhu Jiuyin or Wu Zhiqi, and smash a pottery pot on my eye socket?"

"No, you guessed wrong."

Wei Yuan raised his eyebrows, and the sword in his hand took advantage of the situation to stab out. The incomparably sharp sword edge directly pierced Fate's throat, and then his wrist exerted a little force, and the Qingping Sword let out a cry, directly cutting across, tearing a huge sword mark out of Fate's throat. _o_/

The Dao fruit was placed next to it, as if nothing had happened.

As if everything was an illusion.

And the letter in Wei Yuan's hand suddenly began to disintegrate, and golden-red flames lit up around it, burning this. (End of this chapter!)

Chapter 1205 I am willing to share with you the power to control the world!

The sealed letter was burned to ashes, and finally only the sentence [Be careful of the Grandmaster of the Turbid World] was still there for a while in a bloody and dazzling posture, and this sentence finally disappeared. _o_m

Wei Yuan raised his eyes.

The door of the museum rang.

Then came soft footsteps.

Jue is back.

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Chapter 1205 I am willing to share with you the power to control the world!