Destiny Martial God

In the Qinling Mountains!

"Thank you!"

After getting the consent of the five emperor-level beasts, Yu Haoran thanked the tens of thousands of beasts present.

Then, he held Lin Mengyao's jade hand again, and then led her onto the tower-shaped mountain peak where the black bear used gravity to condense.

"Mengyao, when I was young, I once heard my mother tell a love story about a fairy in a flower and a human."

"According to legend, in the Middle Ages, there was a god who used flowers to achieve enlightenment. Under the god's seat was the most beautiful flower in the world."

"This beautiful flower has been listening to the sermons of the gods all year round, gradually opening up its own mind, and after thousands of years of practice, it has its own magical powers. Finally, it can transform into a peerless beauty who will captivate the country. It is deeply loved by the gods and is given the gift of It’s called Epiphyllum.”

"There are ninety-nine disciples under the throne of God. Among them, the ninety-ninth disciple is a person with stupid qualifications and does not know how to adapt to situations. He is often bullied and humiliated by other disciples."

"But not only has that disciple never been angry, but he has always maintained a simple and kind character."

"Maybe it was because of that disciple's honest and kind-hearted character, or maybe because that disciple often took care of Epiphyllum before he became enlightened. Epiphyllum unknowingly fell in love with that disciple."

"In the Middle Ages, there was absolutely no privacy between children of different races, so after learning that his favorite night-blooming night-bloom actually fell in love with his disciple, the gods were furious and punished him."

Although he had inputted Yuan Power and Soul Power, it would be very difficult for Lin Mengyao, whose soul was about to collapse, to reach the 999-meter peak in just one minute.

Therefore, Yu Haoran loosened his clenched palms and directly hugged Lin Mengyao's waist, letting her climb quickly with her own strength, and continued to tell the love story with the tower-like mountain in front of her.

"Perhaps it was because the love between Epiphyllum and the disciple moved the heavens, or perhaps because the gods liked Epiphyllum too much and couldn't bear to see her die. In the end, the gods gave Epiphyllum and the disciple a test."

Pointing to the mountain peak at his feet, Yu Haoran continued with a complicated look in his eyes.

"The gods use their supreme power to condense a 999-meter-high peak tower. As long as the disciple can reach the peak tower from the bottom of the peak tower within one stick of incense, he will not only be able to see the night-blooming cereus again, but also Finally, we can achieve success.”

"Senior brother, since he is a disciple of the gods, he must have a very high level of cultivation. The 999-meter peak tower can be reached with a wave of his sleeves." Lin Mengyao, who was addicted to the story, suddenly woke up. After Yu Haoran's narration, he frowned and asked.

"Meng Yao, if the gods agreed to the love between Epiphyllum and that disciple, how could they deliberately set up a test that seems simple but is actually impossible to complete!"

Holding Lin Mengyao's waist tightly, Yu Haoran said with a hint of contempt and sarcasm.

"If that disciple wants to pass the 999-meter-high peak tower, he not only needs to have the cultivation ability sealed by the gods, but also needs to experience the test of 999 divine thunders during the climb."

With both feet on the tower-shaped peak, Yu Haoran said with a hint of sadness in his tone as he looked at the tens of thousands of strange beasts under the peak and the Leng family on the outskirts of the Qinling Mountains.

"That disciple risked his life in order to finally get married to the woman he loved. Although he finally managed to reach the top of the mountain before a stick of incense burned out, he lost all his blood and soul. The completely dried wound fell only three meters away from Epiphyllum."

"Watching the beloved man die in front of his eyes, the grief-stricken Epiphyllum bloomed its own flowers, choosing to be accompanied by its spontaneous combustion soul."

"A flash in the pan and a beautiful city are here, only for Wei Tuo to stay with him for the rest of his life!"

Putting back his complicated sigh, Yu Haoran raised his hands and interrogated the tens of thousands of strange beasts under the mountain.

"I wonder if any of you here are familiar with human wedding ceremonies?"

"I!"

A red and white flame horse with a handsome look and a rank reaching the peak of the seventh level of the Supreme Realm responded loudly and at the same time, it jumped into the sky with its hooves stepping on the flame cloud.

"This is a second-level and first-level Fire Cloud Pill. It can help you directly advance to the eighth-level realm. It can be regarded as your reward this time!" He took out a pill that exuded a burning aura from the storage ring. Play it to Lieyanma, Yu Haoran explained with a smile.

Just by hosting a wedding that was too short to be brief, you could get a pill that directly helped to improve your level of respect. Some of the strange beasts present who were also familiar with human weddings suddenly felt extremely annoyed.

After mobilizing a pure energy and soul power to enter Lin Mengyao's body, and covering her with red silk, Yu Haoran took three steps back, and then nodded to the flaming horse.

"Worship heaven and earth!"

Kneeling on the ground, Yu Haoran and Lin Mengyao bowed heavily to the sky and the earth.

"Two thanks to Gaotang!"

Facing the direction of Xianyang City in the south, Yu Haoran and Lin Mengyao knelt down and worshiped.

"Couple greetings!"

Looking at each other, they knelt down on their knees, kowtowed heavily, and then raised their heads, Yu Haoran couldn't control the sadness in his heart and roared to the sky.

"Meng Yao...!"

At this time, Lin Mengyao still maintained her posture of kneeling and kowtowing, but the breath of life on her body had completely disappeared.

"Yu Haoran, let the blood of the 73,537 members of the Leng family completely ignite the endless anger that Mengyao has brought to you."

Facing Haoran's grief-stricken roar, the tower spirit, who was also ignited with anger, reminded with murderous intent.

"Let the lives of the 73,537 members of the Leng family be buried with the girl Mengyao!"

After hearing the murderous reminder from the tower spirit, Yu Haoran withdrew his grief-stricken roar, and a strong murderous aura slowly rose in his body. He stood up and walked to Lin Mengyao's side, and then carefully helped her up.

"Mengyao, my wife, my husband will now remove the red silk from your head to complete the last step of our wedding."

Supporting Lin Mengyao with one hand, Yu Haoran reached out to lift the red gauze on her head.

On her face as pale as paper, there was a happy smile, and the tears remaining in the corners of her eyes told her grievances and unwillingness.

"Mengyao, my wife, although your last wish did not mention the Leng family or Leng Yun, who is inferior to pigs and dogs, but my husband knows the hatred in your heart."

After reaching out to wipe away a few tears from the corners of Lin Mengyao's eyes, Yu Haoran directly carried her behind his back and fixed it with a dragon rope. He walked away from the peak tower in the air and said to himself.

"Mengyao, since you are now my wife, Yu Haoran, as a husband, I have the obligation to avenge your blood and hatred, and I have the ability to let the entire Leng family be buried with you."