Chapter 589: Lack of Destiny

"Ascending the rank of God, do you want to achieve the status of a god?"

The phantom of the will of the plane flickers in an inexplicable panic, and its will affects the air of heaven and earth. In a daze, even the temperature next to it turns cold.

Frost condenses on the grass blades.

"What if I don't allow it?"

Looking at Han Tai who was trampling on the long steps of faith, the tone of Plane Will exuded a strong chill.

After waving, the sun ended, and the exquisite branches were woven in front of everyone's eyes like a dream.

"——The branch of luck!"

Ning Rongrong exclaimed.

"Hahahahahahaha"

"Han Tao, the evolution sequence from the Wind Song Grass will kill your possibility of becoming a god. How can a humble character who is resisted by fate get the high position of a 'god'?"

Xuying's fingers were swinging randomly on the branches and leaves, and the corners of his eyes were filled with wantonness and wantonness.

Colorful and flawless rays of light are filling the sky. They are like wind and clouds circling, forming a tornado from the power of luck outside the long steps to ascend to the gods.

"Luck, destiny?"

Han Tao glanced over and continued to move forward.

The stairs under your feet are broken layer by layer, and the stairs ahead are structured layer by layer. The whole world is alienated from the will, and the faith in your heart can only move forward.

"Luck will stop you from moving forward!"

"You can't reach the end after all, Han Tao, fate has blocked your possibility of becoming a god, all possibilities, everything!"

The Lord of the Planes spoke endlessly, trying to use words to shake Han Tao's faith and erase the stairs in the sky.

"Now, it's your turn!"

It turned its head and looked at Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong.

"His Majesty, the female pope of the Wuhun Empire and the king of the Tiandou Empire, now is the time for you to take action. As long as you interrupt Han Tao's ascension ceremony, he will no longer be able to threaten your Wuhun Empire."

"Um!"

Bibi Dong snorted softly.

The divinity extends along with the fingers, the bright red colors are gathering, and they are gradually engraved into the supreme martial arts.

——Shura Blood Sword!

"Mom, why?" Qian Renxue suddenly refused.

"Xue'er, you don't understand. Although our Wuhun Empire has stood at the top of Douluo Continent, I still can't let go of Han Tao's death!"

Bibi Dong spoke slowly. She spoke very slowly, with some of her tone deliberately aggravated and paused.

"No!"

Qian Renxue refuted Bibi Dong again, "Han Tao has mastered a strength that far exceeds ours. He could have easily wiped us out, but he did not do so, which shows that he approved of our Spirit Empire's actions."

"absurd!"

Bibi Dong's eyes were filled with disgust, "Qian Renxue, you don't understand anything!"

"Han Tao's strength is terrifying. As long as he lives, as long as he exists, he will tower over us like the sword of Dalimos."

"I can't sleep until he dies!"

The plane consciousness frowned, "Can you guys stop talking so much nonsense?"

"Hurry up and destroy his ascension ceremony, and then we will work together to kill him!"

Bibi Dong smiled, "As you wish!"

Time gradually

During the discussion between the two, Han Tao had already stepped onto the 1,000th blue silver step, and was only the last step away from the true godhood.

And the scarlet sword edge came into view in an instant.

"Yes, the moment closest to success is also the time when flaws are most likely to be revealed."

"Human beings and soul beasts always ignore external crises because of the ecstasy of being close to success, causing everything to go to waste."

"Hahahaha. Sad, ridiculous!"

A ray of blue suddenly appeared.

The sword of years slashed at Han Tao's body.

At the same time, the scarlet Shura sword blade also stabbed exactly where it was.

"--What!"

Ancient Netherworld took a few steps back in horror.

The will of the plane was also stunned. It looked at the blue sky in front of it, with endless fear in its expression.

"How could you. How could you not be dead?"

"Why can't those monsters in the abyss kill you? This is impossible. They promised me that they would never let a creature like you go."

Compared to Han Tao, it seems that the will of the plane is more afraid of the ancient netherworld.

"Hehehe!"

Ancient Netherworld was severely injured by the Shura Blood Sword.

Fleetingly, its body recovered in an instant, and the damage it suffered was fixed in an inconspicuous time.

"Destruction without a time scale, no matter how powerful it is, is nothing more than that!"

"Humans, you can't threaten me, you can't threaten the great Netherworld!"

It glanced at Bibi Dong, turned its head contemptuously, and looked at Han Tao quietly, "As for its question, why didn't I die?"

"I should thank Han Tao for this!"

"If Han Tao hadn't pierced the rift in time and space, how could I have chased the years and arrived at the time 500,000 years later?"

Plane Will looked at Han Tao with contempt, "Han Tao, you really deserve to die!"

"Time is a huge cage. For the benefit of your own martial soul's evolution, you guided the ancient netherworld to the present."

"You even sacrificed the lives of the entire continent. Your crimes are so heinous that it's too many to describe!"

Under the sharp edge of the Sword of Time, Han Tao's [Time and Space Chimera] soul ring system exploded, isolating all sound and power, and ushered in a moment of respite.

Han Tao did not pay attention to his feet, ignored the question of the will of the plane, and looked forward faintly.

"The power of luck and the direction of destiny can only be resisted by equal forces!"

Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, Wu, Oscar, Qian Renxue, Bibi Dong

In the sky, six huge beams of destiny power gathered on the God's Long Step to resist the colorful colors caused by the will of the plane.

"These are not enough"

"The Shrek Seven Monsters, the seven colors of destiny, can't be any less!"

If the Blue Silver Emperor hadn't used the last bit of his luck, or if Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun hadn't died, maybe they could be the final puzzle piece of fate.

Han Tao suddenly looked at Yijiao, "Ditian, can you help me?"

The jet-black wings flew, covering the sky and luster. The emperor soared in the sky, letting the gentle wind pass through the horns.

"Han Tao, I want to help you, but I can't help you!"

"The three-eyed golden tiger is a destiny soul beast. She will have many powers of destiny in the future, but this is not the present!"

"Now, she has just been born. She also needs to accumulate destiny to promote her own evolution. Helping you means that she has lost the possibility of advancement, and more importantly, the power of luck in her body is not enough to compete with the mighty sky. Colorful.”

Ditian's extremely vivid description rejected Han Tao's request.

"Okay."

Eyes of Time diverted his attention away from the Three-Eyed Golden Raider. She was only as strong as a thousand-year soul beast, so she really couldn't do much to help him.

Suddenly, Han Tao thought of Rong Nianbing's warning, "Heir to the Star Empire."

"Maybe I need to use its power?"

The ninth soul ring lights up, the Lord of thousands of stars, pulling in the power of countless stars.

"Rong Nian Bing, thank you!"

"Don't worry, I will fulfill my agreement. If I am allowed to get through this, I will give him (her) unimaginable benefits."

In the secret realm of the Star Luo Empire, a certain young man with "spiritual eyes" suddenly raised his head and looked at the bright starry sky.

"Dean Tianhui, have you heard the call of the stars?"

"Call? The call of the stars, what call?"

Xu Tianhui frowned and asked.

The young man with clear eyes calmed down and looked at a certain star in the sky in the distance. It was so dazzling and brilliant, just like the civilization born in the historical years.

"It tells me."

"It wants to use my luck to compete with a powerful character. Dean Tianhui, do you think I should lend it my luck?"

Xu Tianhui seemed hesitant and at a loss. After a long time, he asked again.

"Can you use your own destiny?"

"cannot!"

"Then do you have a choice?"

The young man with smart eyes was stunned for a moment.

He touched his head awkwardly and lowered his head shyly, "It seems not."

The stars are scattered and the starry sky is vast.

As the last bit of luck is drawn by the Lord of thousands of stars, they jointly weave colorful colors, blocking the endless and grand destiny of the world.

"Damn it!"

"No, I don't believe it, it's impossible!"

The will of the plane was furious, and the shadow flashed red under the influence of anger. Its figure shuttled around Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue, even ignoring the blue in front of it for a time.

"Zhu Zhuqing, Oscar, Qian Renxue, Bibi Dong, you betrayed me."

"And that damn rabbit, if I had known, I shouldn't have resurrected it!!"

Han Tao stretched out his hand and picked off the fruit at the end of the long steps to ascend to the gods.

"At this point, I am a god!"

"You can call me - the God of Blue Silver!"

Instead of choosing a name that was difficult to pronounce, Han Tao made up a name for a god at random and put it on the top of his head.

The plane's will's eyes were cold, mixed with a bit of fear, and the wind blew its thoughts, burning the river surface into frost.

"Bibi Dong, tell me, why are you willing to give up the power of luck to Han Tao?"

"Why should you give away your luck? Han Tao is a sinner in the Douluo plane and an old enemy of your Spirit Hall."

It roared and questioned, and it stared at Bibi Dong, seeking answers beyond the pale.

Bibi Dong smiled elegantly, and even took out a goblet and shook the scarlet Bloody Mary, but this red liquid also froze under the burning will.

"Give me luck?"

"No, no, no, Lord of the Planes, you saw something wrong!"

"From the beginning to the end, I never had the power to resist Han Tao!"

Her fingers gently swept across the mountains, rivers, forests, and seas of clouds, until they reached the end of the southeast.

Beneath the endless canyon is a scarlet sky, a paradise filled with carnage and blood.

"What's wrong with the city of killing? This shouldn't be the reason for you to agree with Han Tao!!"

Bibi Dong calmly narrated, "Han Tao has taken control of the killing city."

"The blood and murderous intent in the Killing City are the foundation and source of my divine power. Now that I have lost my martial soul, all my power comes from the divine throne. I will not allow myself to lose the last bit of my power!"

Hearing this, Plane Will remained silent.

The azure body of energy looked at the bloody sword in "her" hand, hiding the dark thoughts in the years.

"Is this divine power?"

"In my opinion, a divine weapon condensed with murderous intent and murderous intent is nothing more than that!"

Ancient Netherworld mocked proudly.