The system runs away at the beginning, I regard the way of heaven as my father

"Haha, my 'fate', that means I have a middle-class immortal fate? I don't care."

Li Chuyi said indifferently, looking at a snowflake falling from his fingertips, exhaled and blew it away gently.

He continued, "It seems that what you are striving for is the 'immortal destiny'."

The cold wind mixed with the gray snow, and it became even colder and colder.

A hundred meters away, a thin man in a gray robe with a bamboo hairpin on his head stepped forward.

His pupils were a very unique pure grey, like death.

The immortal life borrowed from words is a shade of gray.

His tone was emotionless as he said, "In the end, I was left with nothing."

"The man with the mustache borrowed the armor and returned everything to heaven and earth."

"His borrowed word 'Ming Ge' also no longer belongs to him."

As soon as he finished speaking, a piece of gray paper appeared in his hand, like an IOU.

At this moment, I was looking at the people who called themselves immortals and listening to their words.

All the immortals from all races present looked increasingly confused, not knowing what this meant.

On the other side, Zhen Xuan was watching these scenes, and an inexplicable feeling of depression began to sweep over his body, making him feel as if he was on the edge of an abyss.

He took a deep breath and suppressed the invisible palpitations.

The power of the immortal life of the word "Zhan" surged out instantly, carrying him across many spaces and escaping into the distance.

Perhaps he was too nervous, Xinjia's emotions were still controlled by him.

The sudden scene startled everyone in the audience.

At this time, a young man with fair skin, some baby fat and a very kind look walked out slowly.

When he raised his hand, he saw a ball of constantly changing light coming out of Zhen Xuan's body and heading towards his palm.

However, Zhen Xuan was completely unaware of all this and had disappeared without a trace.

And that chubby looking man was, without a doubt, the so-called Formation Immortal.

He shook his head and sighed: "Using the power of the immortal life of the formation to split and reassemble my own body is a road of no return."

"Once the bow is drawn, there is no turning back."

"So that formation armor has no chance of becoming an immortal."

Hearing this, Li Chuyi frowned.

He said: "If you say this, can Zhen Xuan continue to cultivate the immortal life of Zhenzi?"

The baby fat Zhenzi Immortal nodded, "You can continue to practice."

"However, he has already lost his 'fate' and will eventually be devoured by his immortal destiny, turning him into a complete and indescribable monster. It's just a matter of time."

"His ending is already determined and cannot be changed."

However, Li Chuyi turned around and looked in the direction where Zhen Xuan disappeared, with a distant look in his eyes.

He thought of the blue-clothed Zhen Xuan who was entrenched in the chaos in the post-immortal era.

He originally thought that the other party would be the one who lived the most comfortable life among all the life thieves with the character "甲".

Now it seems that the time has simply not come yet.

For a moment, Li Chuyi had mixed thoughts and was deeply moved.

At one side, the short guy Cuojia had come back to his senses from his daze, and was looking at the twelve figures a hundred meters away, but he kept rubbing the corners of his clothes with his fingers, as if he was at a loss.

Then, four more immortals came out.

The immortal named "Sha" is wearing blood-stained clothes and has a deep red scar on his forehead; the immortal named "Xi" is wrapped in the power of fate and his whole body is unclear.

A man with a neutral and peaceful appearance and calm and steady manners, named Qixian, and the woman in a colorful skirt, named Qianxian.

"That Xijia, after losing his bottom line and wisdom, is doomed. He can only become a stepping stone for other Xixiu in the future. There will be no exceptions."

Between heaven and earth, the voice of Xizixian was wrapped in wind and snow, low and hoarse, and it was inexplicably uncomfortable to the ears.

Undoubtedly, the theater armor, weapon armor, killing armor, money armor and the like, no matter whether they are dead or alive now, have all lost their "fate".

The future outcome is also determined.

At this moment, the woman named Qian Zixian had a slight smile on her face.

He looked down at the copper coin in his hand that was made of golden light.

He sighed and said, "To be honest, the Qian Jia's true form is a six-eyed golden toad, which just happens to coincide with the six eyes of the Qian character immortal."

"This is a unique species that was born by chance in countless worlds."

"It is his nature to repair money."

"If I had met him before, I might not have been able to defeat him."

"It's just a pity that no matter how strong your destiny is, it's useless. As long as you lose your bottom line when it comes to money, the only ending is to fall into the money trap."

After she finished speaking, she looked at Li Chuyi again.

He smiled and said: "In fact, this so-called 'immortal destiny' is a mysterious thing, and it is originally an invisible thing."

She pointed to the golden copper coin in her hand and said, "We just make it manifest and transform it into the shape we like."

Suddenly, the woman Qian Zixian paused and glanced at Morning Glory, who was wearing a red wedding dress and armor.

He said with great interest: "We already have eight 'fates' in our hands."

"Next, it's time to focus on the four of you."

At this time, a young man about fourteen or fifteen years old in white clothes sighed. He was clearly standing there, but everyone subconsciously pretended he didn't exist.

He said softly, "Some people are born to be the protagonists, shining brightly, while some people are destined to be supporting roles and background boards all their lives."

He looked at the armored girl in a red wedding dress and said, "You are born invisible and destined to be a supporting role."

"But you, after all, couldn't help it."

"I know the feeling of being ignored by everything and forgotten by the world. It's very desperate and helpless."

“Because I’ve been there before.”

The young man in white became more serious and continued, "And this is exactly what you must go through to become a Word Matching Immortal."

“First, let the world forget you, and then in the endless loneliness and despair, find your own sense of existence and break free from it.”

He looked at the armor again, "And you are like this now, wearing a red wedding dress, neither male nor female, is this what you expected?"

"To me, he's just a clown."

On the other side, Pei Jia looked pale and almost sick, his eyes were dead, and his figure flickered in the snow.

And the next moment, his body slowly melted away inch by inch like snow under the scorching sun.

The young calligrapher saw this scene and shook his head.

"I was born to be a supporting role, but if I force myself to be the protagonist, how can I not pay a price?"

"And the price is your life."

The snowy wind mixed with coldness whistled between heaven and earth.

Peijia turned around and finally glanced at the morning glory and Xinjiafang with an apologetic look in his eyes.

Finally, it melted into nothingness along with the rolling snow wind.

And in the hand of the young immortal, there also appeared a 'fate', which belonged to the armor.

At this time, the woman Qian Zixian was smiling.

"In fact, from the beginning to the end, we have only attacked four of you twelve people. Pei Jia is one of them."

"He could have been safe and sound, like a nobody, and continued his cultivation."

"But for the sake of his 'fate', we can only induce him to perform on stage today."