Chapter 42 My fate is determined by me, not by God

Buzz!

A burst of high-frequency vibrations suddenly reverberated.

"What?"

The other warriors present had their breaths frozen and felt an inexplicable numbness in their scalps.

Then they saw that the trees, stones and air around them were shaking rapidly.

The resulting sound is extremely harsh and can cause pain to the eardrums.

The next moment, Ling Yun's figure suddenly disappeared.

"Where's Ling Yun?"

"Over there!"

People exclaimed and raised their heads.

In the field of vision, Ling Yun jumped to an altitude of more than ten meters by means of large numbers and rocks, and then fell from the sky.

His speed is incredible.

Under this friction, the air around him burned.

Boom, boom…

Almost instantly, the rocks beneath him exploded and the trees caught fire.

"Quick, hurry up."

The nine warriors who wanted to intercept Ling Yun felt that great terror was coming.

Unfortunately, they only thought of escaping now, and it was already too late.

boom!

A deafening sound reverberated between heaven and earth.

Like a meteor falling.

The mountain below suddenly shook, and a huge crater was created that was two meters deep and three meters in diameter.

If you look from top to bottom, you can clearly see that this huge pit is a fist mark.

What's even more terrifying is that the giant pit of the fist mark is filled with destructive waves, which are raging crazily in all directions with the fist pit as the center.

The first ones to bear the brunt were the nine warriors who blocked Ling Yun.

Under the destructive storm, these nine warriors were easily blown away like small boats in the ocean.

Bang bang bang...

The nine warriors fell everywhere, all covered with bruises and extremely miserable.

For a moment, there was nothing in front of Ling Yun, and there was no one to stop him.

Seeing this scene, the other geniuses present had their pupils constricted and their hearts suffocated.

"Isn't he a ninth-level warrior?"

"Yes, how can a ninth-level warrior be so strong?"

The hearts of all the geniuses were greatly affected.

Originally, in the eyes of these geniuses, Ling Yun was just a clown trying to please others.

Especially those geniuses who came from outside Bailu County looked down upon the natives of Bailu County.

But now, they were all greatly shocked and no longer dared to underestimate Ling Yun.

Ling Yun didn't care about these comments.

He didn't stop, ignored the others, strode forward, and with one jump, he reached the edge of the ancient bronze coffin.

Inside the ancient coffin, Yang Hong suddenly opened his eyes.

There was a loud noise like thunder outside, which seriously disturbed him.

An extremely cold killing intent emanated from his pupils.

"Ling Yun, I'm warning you one last time, don't be reckless. I'm refining the dragon right now and have no time to care about trash like you, but that doesn't mean you can be unscrupulous."

His voice was so cold that it could freeze, and then he gave orders like an emperor, "Get out!"

After hearing Yang Hong's words, Ling Yun's expression did not change.

boom!

He jumped directly from the edge of the ancient bronze coffin.

His feet landed on the ground, causing the ancient coffin to shake.

At this moment, Ling Yun's momentum increased rapidly, reaching an unprecedented peak.

The energy, blood and spiritual power in his body were boiling crazily, as if they were really going to burn.

"kindness?"

Unexpectedly, Ling Yun dared to ignore his words, and Yang Hong's face turned completely cold.

"Yang Hong."

Ling Yun's eyes also fell on Yang Hong, "You always call others trash and treat others as ants. Do you think you are an emperor without an emperor?"

"It doesn't matter if there is no emperor. I, Yang Hong, am a genius of the first generation. Destined to favor me, I will be able to compete with the emperor sooner or later."

Yang Hong looked cold and arrogant, "You are an ant with no self-awareness. You were lucky enough to escape last time, and now you dare to provoke me. Do you really think I can't crush you to death?"

"Run me to death? Hahahaha."

Ling Yun suddenly laughed.

His laughter exudes endless heroism and has the potential to swallow up mountains and rivers.

When he laughed, the trembling sound of the Heavenly Sword Life Soul in his body reached an extreme level and turned into bursts of sword chants.

The chant of the sword reverberated, and Ling Yun laughed wildly: "You damn thing, fate favors you. Don't you hear that my destiny is up to me and not up to God. If God wants to destroy me, I will destroy Heaven. If I become an emperor in the future, I will kill all the hatred in my life with one sword."

Come on, come on, Yang Hong, you so-called genius, and now I, an ant, beg to be crushed, begged to be killed, begged to be slaughtered in the name of a three-foot green front! "

Begging to be crushed, begged to be killed, begged to be butchered?

These words, coupled with Ling Yun's soul-stirring laughter, made many geniuses outside the ancient coffin not only not feel that Ling Yun was crazy, but also felt a sense of excitement and fascination.

"This man is a hero in this world."

The beauty surnamed Yu who came over couldn't help but sigh.

Behind her, Li Shi and Zhou Bin had extremely complicated expressions.

No matter how unhappy they were with Ling Yun, they couldn't help but feel ashamed at this moment.

It's a pity that people still maintain their sanity despite admiration.

"This guy is finished."

Many people sighed.

Before, people were mostly gloating over the misfortune, but now they are more regretful.

Although Ling Yun is a hero, it's a pity that he shouldn't mess with those he shouldn't mess with.

Maybe Ling Yun still had a chance to survive before, but if he angered Yang Hong again and again, Yang Hong would definitely not let him go again.

Ideals are ideals, reality is reality.

People do dream of becoming chivalrous figures like Ling Yun.

However, the reality is often cruel.

What a person Yang Hong is, a true genius.

Compared with it, Ling Yun is like the light of a firefly, trying to compete with the bright moon.

The final result is bound to be a moth flying into a flame.

Moths flying into a flame touches people's hearts, and people admire the moth's courage without hesitation.

But this courage cannot change the ending of the moth turning into ashes.

"Don't overestimate your own ability."

Yang Hong's face twitched slightly, and he was really angry. "When a person challenges a tiger, it is called knowing that there is a tiger in the mountain and going to the tiger mountain. But when an ant challenges a tiger, it is not called courage, but an ant trying to shake a tree."

"Stop talking nonsense, I only have one sentence, that is - ask to be crushed, be killed, and be slaughtered."

Ling Yun was unmoved.

"Very good."

Yang Hong could no longer bear it, "Ant-like thing, I wanted to let you go, but you insisted on jumping here, then I will fulfill your wish.

Come on, don't say I didn't give you a chance, I'll let you three moves, see how much you are, dare to be so arrogant here."

Since he has decided to take action, he doesn't mind playing with Ling Yun for a while.

He did this because he didn't want Ling Yun to die too quickly. He wanted to trample Ling Yun's confidence completely, let Ling Yun fall into great pain, and then crush Ling Yun to death.

He wanted to let the world know how miserable it would be to offend him, Yang Hong.

"Are you sure?"

Ling Yun said indifferently.

"Even if I give you three moves, it doesn't matter if you can shake me a little bit. It will be considered a failure of my Yang Hong."

Yang Hong was full of disdain.

"Ant, what an ant."

Ling Yun shook his head, "It is said that a thousand-mile embankment is destroyed by an ant hole, and an ancient stone is penetrated by a drop of water. Perhaps, the insignificant ant in your eyes is the one who truly possesses the great power of self-improvement and changing fate against the will of heaven."

In his previous life, he was the emperor of Dan, so what? He couldn't recognize his own essence, and he could not escape the end of turning into ashes.

It can be seen that the real road is not above the sky, but between the dust and the market.