Chapter 2946

Han Sen followed Nine Thousand Emperors to the back of the Stele of Destiny, and sure enough, he saw several black shadows reflected on the back of the Stele of Fate, like the shadows reflected by the candlelight affixed to the stele.

Han Sen took a closer look, but his brows were slightly frowned, because from the black shadow reflected on the stone tablet, it was obvious that there were two goldfishes, one big and one small, and two people, one big and one small, who clearly looked like him and Bao'er. The shadows of the other Gu Yuan and the first seat of Zhentian Palace are also on the stone tablet, not one more and one not less.

"National teacher, with your strength, can't you break the restriction of this stone tablet?" Han Sen turned back to the front, looked at Gu Yuan and asked.

"The Fate Tablet is not a rare treasure that can be broken by brute force." Master Gu Yuan said with a wry smile: "Now our souls are all reflected on the Fate Tablet. If we use brute force to attack the Fate Tablet, ours will be the first to be injured. Fate Soul, even if we can break the Fate Monument, our Fate Soul will also be shattered, and we will still die in the end."

"This rare treasure is so magical?" Han Sen looked at the stele in surprise.

"Young master, what he said is right. The tablet of destiny cannot be broken with brute force. If the holy unicorn is still there, there is no way to crack the tablet. But now that the holy unicorn is dead, only the tablet of destiny can act on its own instinct. It's not that there is no way to crack it." Nine thousand emperors beside him said.

Gu Yuan and the head of Zhentian Palace heard that Jiuqiandi called himself an old slave in front of Han Sen, and his expressions were even more strange.

"What method?" Han Sen asked.

Emperor Jiuqian didn't answer directly, but hesitantly glanced at Gu Yuan and the head of Zhentian Palace, the meaning was very obvious, obviously he was afraid of being heard by them.

The head of Zhentian Palace snorted coldly with disdain: "A mere slave in the sanctuary, what can you do, but you just want to borrow the power of the destiny monument?"

Emperor Jiuqian was also unambiguous, and retorted: "Since you know that the tablet of destiny has the ability to call fate, but you are still trapped here, it must be because fate is too low?"

The head of Tiantian Palace was not angry, but just looked at Emperor Jiuqian coldly and said: "My life weighs nine thousand eight hundred and eighteen catties, I don't know how much your life weighs, compared with this seat, who is less important? "

"Presumptuous!" Emperor Jiuqian was furious immediately, and the eyes on the armor opened and closed slightly, as if he was about to make a move.

The head of the Zhentian Palace looked at the Jiuqian Emperor coldly, and secretly operated his power.

"Old Jiu, what is fate?" Han Sen looked at Emperor Jiuqian and asked.

Emperor Jiuqian gave the head of Tiantian Palace a hard look, and then bowed and replied: "Returning to the son, the fate is actually the foundation of the ability of the Fate Tablet. For example, ordinary creatures use gold and stone to suppress opponents, and the opponent's strength The bigger it is, the heavier the gold and stone objects are needed, and it must exceed the strength of the opponent to be able to press it under the gold and stone."

"The principle of the Fate Monument is the same, except that what it suppresses is not the body but the soul of fate, and ordinary power cannot escape the suppression of the Fate Monument. But the soul of fate has its own weight, which we can't usually see or touch. Not to mention, there is no way to measure it, but the Fate Tablet can weigh the weight of a Fate Soul, and in terms of catties, without the control of the Holy Qilin, the Fate Tablet can suppress a Fate Soul weighing less than 10,000 jin at most. If it weighs more than 10,000 catties, it will be able to get rid of the suppression of the Fate Monument, and it may even be possible to control the Fate Monument and become its new owner."

"There is such a thing, what determines the weight of the soul? Cultivation, talent or level?" Han Sen found it interesting and asked with a smile.

Emperor Jiuqian shook his head and said: "It has nothing to do with cultivation, talent, or level. The weight of life soul is fixed for every creature. It will be as much as it is born, and it will not increase or decrease. Even those lowly Ordinary creatures may possess ten thousand catties of life souls, but many true god-level powerhouses may have their life souls as light as a feather."

"Oh, what effect does the weight of the soul have on creatures?" Han Sen wondered.

"I don't know, the soul of life does not affect the cultivation talent, nor does it affect the length of life, and it is not even useful for promotion. Apart from affecting the fate tablet, the old slave has never heard of the weight of the soul. Useful." Jiuqiandi replied quickly.

"That's because you are ignorant." The head of Tiantian Palace seemed to be on the shoulders with Emperor Jiuqian, and said contemptuously from the side.

Emperor Jiuqian's face darkened, and he stared at the head of Tiantian Palace with a pair of green eyes and said: "Your Excellency is not ignorant, so what is the effect of the weight of the soul?"

The head of Zhentian Palace said: "The weight of the soul is the foundation of a life. The light life is cheap, and the heavy life is expensive. It is related to the fate of one's life. How can it be said that it is useless?"

"To make a splash, according to what you say, those baron viscounts whose lives are worth thousands of gold are more noble than the true god-level creatures whose lives are worth a thousand catties?" Jiuqiandi snorted coldly with disdain.

The head of Zhentian Palace squinted his eyes and said: "The value of life is not measured by rank, how can ordinary people understand the mystery of it."

Emperor Jiuqian wanted to argue with the head of Tiantian Palace, but was interrupted by Han Sen: "How can I claim my fate? Is there any danger?"

"You only need to drop a drop of your own blood on the tablet of fate, and the tablet of destiny will naturally weigh the weight of your life." Emperor Jiuqian replied quickly.

Han Sen saw that the head of Zhentian Palace didn't refute, and the Great Master Gu Yuan didn't say anything, so he guessed that what Emperor Jiuqian said was true.

However, Han Sen didn't try it himself. He just took a drop of blood from the big goldfish's wound and threw it at the Fate Monument.

That drop of crimson magma-like blood fell on the Fate Tablet, and it was as if the paint had melted in the water, dyeing the entire stone tablet bright red.

In the next second, Han Sen saw a row of four zeros on the top of the Fate Monument, and then jumped up immediately, starting from 0001 and rising continuously.

Han Sen probably knows that a word should represent a catty, and the limit of four digits is 9999. If it exceeds four digits and reaches 10,000, it will exceed the limit that the Fate Monument can achieve, and there is no way for the Fate Monument to continue Suppress his soul.

"This Fate Tablet is similar to the Eye of the Law." Han Sen thought to himself as he looked at the beating numbers on the Fate Tablet.

Originally, Han Sen thought that the number on the Fate Tablet would jump for a while. After all, it is a true god-level heterogeneous species, and its life cannot be too light.

Who knew that the number on the fate tablet only jumped to 26, and then stopped, and did not continue to jump.

"Is the life soul of the big goldfish only 226 catties?" Han Sen was slightly taken aback, this result was too unexpected.

The head of Zhentian Palace said that his life soul weighed more than nine thousand catties, but the big goldfish, which is also a true god, only weighed twenty-six catties, which is a bit too big.