Everyone was confused when they heard it.

What kind of fate pattern, erosion of the Yuan power?

Even Luo Changsheng and Liu Wuqiong didn't understand.

Only Hua Yuan's eyes flashed with strange colors after hearing Ao Bei's words.

Looking at the eyes of everyone.

Hua Yuan was silent for a moment, and then pondered for a moment: "Everyone knows that the Emperor's Secret Treasure is infinitely powerful, but few people know how to cast the Emperor's Secret Treasure."

"According to the jade slip of Feiliu Pavilion's ancestral home, if you want to cast the emperor's secret treasure, in addition to the precious concentrates required by the corpus itself and the exquisite and mysterious casting skills."

"The last and most important process is to engrave the pattern of destiny."

"And only the emperor who carries the destiny can control it."

"The reason why the Emperor's Secret Treasure can be called the Emperor's Secret Treasure is because of this destiny pattern."

Luo Changsheng and Liu Wuqiong did not expect that such a secret was hidden in the Emperor's secret treasure.

Since Liu Wuqiong inherited the position of the Holy Lord of Zhenwu Holy Sect, he has controlled the Fu Tuku Sword, and has never found the so-called fate pattern on the Fu Tuku Sword.

After hearing Hua Yuan’s explanation, Liu Wuqian looked at Ao Bei: “The Futu knife broke because the fate pattern was absorbed. Can the fate pattern engraved by the emperor himself be taken away?”

Ao Beidao: "Ordinary methods are of course not possible."

"But if it were the owner of this secret treasure, it wouldn't be sure."

Ao Bei's words shocked everyone in Lihuo Cave.

Especially Hua Yuan, his eyes gradually turned from the initial surprise to the shock.

Luo Changsheng, Liu Wuqiong and others looked at Ao Bei in confusion.

Liu Wuqin said: "The owner of the Fu Tu Knife is Zhenwu Emperor. Zhenwu Emperor had already entered the Tianmen tens of thousands of years ago. How could he take away the fate pattern of the Fu Tu Knife?"

"The Buddha Sword is indeed the secret treasure of Emperor Zhenwu, but is the owner of the Buddha Sword really the Zhenwu Emperor?"

A deep smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Ao Bei's mouth, and he looked at the broken sword on the throne.

Just from the information learned from Ao Bei, Luo Changsheng also knew that the young man on this vine sedan was extraordinary.

Facing Ao Bei, Luo Changsheng tried his best to maintain a peaceful tone, and his vocal cords said in confusion: "The owner of the Futu Knife is not the Zhenwu Emperor, who else can it be?"

Luo Changsheng’s doubts were also the questions of everyone present.

Ao Beidao: "The Emperor Zhenwu only carved the Heavenly Destiny Confucian pattern on the Fukuoku knife, but if someone cast the Buddha’s knife with his own essence and blood before the Heavenly Destiny Confucian pattern was engraved, he would cast the Buddha’s knife with his own essence and blood."

"Then the person who casts essence and blood is the real owner of the Butcher Knife."

"As for who this person is, I think only Lord Hua knows best."

While speaking, Ao Bei's eyes retracted from the throne and looked at Hua Yuan again.

Everyone didn't know whether what Ao Bei said was true or not, but seeing that Ao Bei said so seriously, everyone couldn't help but turn their eyes to Huayuan.

Seeing the many eyes, Hua Yuan's brows were subconsciously locked.

After a long time, Hua Yuan's face lost the peace of the past.

He did not give everyone an explanation, but looked at Ao Bei and asked in a deep voice: "Young man, what's your name?"

"Ao Bei." Ao Bei said lightly.

The name "Ao Bei?" is very strange to Hua Yuan.

After pausing, Hua Yuan said again: "The Destiny Sutra is one of the deepest secrets in this world. Why do you know?"

Ao Bei chuckled and said, "This doesn't matter."

"What's important is, who is the owner of the Butcher Knife?"

"Now that we have seen through his secret, what decision will he make?"

Hua Yuan didn't say anything this time.

A haze flashed in his deep eyes, and his hands suddenly froze.

Then I saw the earth's center flames in the Lihuo Cave transform into fire dragons and jumping up from the ground.

Without everyone's response, many fire dragons gathered together and directly sealed the exit of Lihuo Cave.

Seeing Hua Yuan's actions undoubtedly verified Ao Bei's statement.

"Old Hua, what do you mean?"

"Fei Liuge would better give me an explanation about the matter of the Futu Knife."

Luo Changsheng and Liu Wuqiong looked at Hua Yuan with unhappy expressions, and their voices rang out respectively.

Hua Yuan did not look at the two of them at all, which was completely different from the attitude of respecting them at the beginning.

Turning around, Hua Yuan faced the throne of the corpus, knelt down on his knees, and worshiped him.

"Sister Hua Yuan, please give me the ancestor!"

No, it should be said that Hua Yuan worshipped not the throne, but the broken sword magic weapon on the throne.

Hua Yuan's voice fell, and in front of everyone's eyes, the broken sword body began to tremble violently.

"bass!"

The crisp tremor stinged everyone's eardrums, and the broken sword pulled away directly from the throne, revealing its original appearance.

Three big words "Eighteen Poles" were engraved on the wide and thick sword blade.

These three words are the name of this broken sword weapon.

The magic weapon left his seat, and the flames in the center of the Lihuo Cave even rose. Countless fire dragons emerged from the center of the earth and roared angrily.

It is many times more than the fire dragon that Hua Yuan could mobilize before.

The appearance of these fire dragons has caused the temperature of the Lihuo Cave to deepen sharply.

Even Luo Changsheng and Liu Wuqiong could feel the heat soaked in the bone marrow.

But Liu Wuqin didn't have the heart to care about these fire dragons at this time.

Because he felt the same aura as the Buddha Sword on the broken sword.

That is the breath of destiny.

Not only Liu Wuqin, but everyone in Lihuo Cave felt it.

This also further verifies Ao Bei's statement.

Faced with the raging power and arrogant broken sword, Liu Wuqiong took action without even thinking about it, trying to grab the broken sword into his hand.

Seeing Liu Wuqiong taking action, Luo Changsheng beside him did not hesitate. His figure arrived at the same time as Liu Wuqiong and grabbed the Broken Sword.

Hua Yuan, who worshipped the Broken Sword at the beginning, looked at the scene he saw calmly, and was not in a hurry.

He didn't seem to be worried that the Broken Sword would be snatched away by Luo Changsheng and Liu Wuqiong.

"Isn't it a waste of heavenly treasures that have been engraved with the secret treasures that fall into your hands?"

"Let you see the true power of the Great Emperor's Secret Treasure."

"Eighteen Poles, exile!"

The sudden sound from the broken sword shocked everyone. When can a broken sword be spoken?

However, the attack of the Broken Sword slashing down could not be hesitated.

"Pop!"

It was like a piece of inconspicuous stone pouring into the calm lake.

The entire lake surface was not affected, but where the stones fell, a dark and faint hole appeared directly in front of Luo Changsheng and Liu Wuqiong.

This virtual hole was cut out by a broken sword.

What shocked the two of them was that the virtual hole was filled with a huge suction force.

All the power the two of them exerted was sucked into the virtual hole by this suction force.

After Xudong sucked the power of the two of them completely, the huge suction still had no intention of stopping.

He dragged the bodies of the two directly into the virtual hole.
Chapter completed!