Every time you communicate with the Oracle of Fate, you always get inexplicably angry.
The key is that it is just an oracle, and you can't even punch it.
Fate flew out from Qin Ze's forehead, a small white ball of light.
"You told me this is the land of the gods?"
"What a place where no one lives."
"The abyss is indeed as its name suggests."
"Can't you wake me up in a new and beautiful world? How can this underworld be worthy of my noble status..."
The Oracle of Fate started to "criticize" as soon as it woke up.
Cursing the sky, the earth, and the air, and by the way, it severely yin and yang Lin Zhiyuan.
Qin Ze didn't listen, and he was just a turtle chanting sutras. Anyway, he was not Lin Zhiyuan.
Sword cultivator Lin Zhiyuan, the god of greed, the pretty god, the head of the circus...
He can switch between several identities seamlessly.
The Oracle of Fate chattered for a long time, and it was considered to be a good talk.
"The guy who couldn't speak well is gone. You have come out of the chaos."
"You didn't die in there, which means you still have some foundation."
Qin Ze pulled the corner of his mouth: "Thank you for your praise."
The Fate Oracle couldn't hear Qin Ze's sarcasm, but felt that he was sincerely flattering it.
It circled Qin Ze for a few circles, and then said: "Tell me, what do you want me to help you find."
"My ability can travel through space, even infinite time! This is the power of fate!"
"I tell you..."
Don't talk.
Qin Ze quickly interrupted this guy.
"I want to find a few swords."
Qin Ze waved his hand and summoned Miss Jianxie who was playing with the clouds.
Miss Jianxie hated the Fate Oracle the most, and felt that it was far less bright and lovely than before.
But for her baby, she chose a word-endurance.
"Long time no see, strange box."
The Fate Oracle took the initiative to greet Miss Sword Box, feeling that he was too polite and respectful.
Miss Sword Box said nothing and continued to endure.
Seeing that his greeting was not responded to, the Fate Oracle snorted coldly: "Impolite box."
Qin Ze explained: "The swords I'm looking for were originally hers."
As he said, Qin Ze controlled Shui Wa and Huo Wa to surround the Fate Oracle.
"There are three more swords like this. I need you to help me find the remaining three swords."
"That's it?"
The Fate Oracle felt that he was being wasted.
"You, a half-baked sword cultivator, are really obsessed with swords!"
"I suggest you choose to find a cost-effective one."
"For example, a certain god's tomb, an ancient treasure, a dying ghost god who will die if touched... Which one is not more cost-effective than finding a few broken swords?"
I can't bear it anymore, and I don't need to bear it anymore.
Miss Jianxie ordered Huowa to smash the small ball of light with a sword.
The Fate Oracle recovered instantly and hid behind Qin Ze.
"Look, this box is crazy!"
"The box is crazy, and the sword is not much better."
Miss Jianxie said angrily: "You are crazy!"
Huowa and Shuiwa kept following the Fate Oracle.
One escaped, and two chased.
Qin Ze couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed.
"Okay, I'm going to find the three swords."
Miss Jianxie was very proud, called Erwa back, and boasted to the Fate Oracle: "Our friendship is indestructible!"
The Fate Oracle sighed heavily: "Alas~ Confused."
This is Qin Ze's decision, and it must be executed.
The Fate Oracle flew to Qin Ze's head and said seriously: "Humble lower-ranking person, the power of fate will bless you."
"Fate will cross the long river of time and the mountain of space, and closely connect you with the three flying swords."
"The flow of fate is unstoppable, let us sing praises to the God of Fate..."
Qin Ze blinked, not expecting this guy's "casting pre-swing" to be so long.
Last time when the light activated its power, it was very straightforward.
As a result, when it came to fate, it mumbled so much.
Miss Sword Box hummed: "It's just adding drama to itself, and the words don't make sense."
After a few minutes, the long second-year speech of the Fate Oracle finally ended.
A small hand stretched out from the light ball and gently stroked Qin Ze's head.
"God-given mortal body!"
The light ball shattered in an instant and turned into a sky full of stars.
Miss Jianxia couldn't help but sigh: "So beautiful!"
Although the quality of the Fate Oracle is poor and not popular.
But Miss Jianxia has to admit that the Fate is really beautiful after the explosion.
The bright stars are more brilliant and dazzling than the Milky Way.
Part of the starlight falls on Qin Ze's shoulders, and the other part melts into the void.
Miss Jianxia exclaimed: "Qin Ze, you are shining again~"
Unlike the light of the light, the Fate Oracle is not so dazzling, but likeAs gentle as water.
Qin Ze raised his arm, and the star was flowing down his shoulder, gradually sinking into his flesh and blood.
Qin Ze looked into the distance, and in the dark, he had some subtle connection with the abyss.
"Is this fate..."
Miss Jian Xia circled around Qin Ze: "Is it over?"
"Where is my child?"
"Where is my child?"
Miss Jian Xia propped up Qin Ze's arm for a while, and then arched in Qin Ze's arms.
Unfortunately, she found the new baby after searching for a long time.
Qin Ze grabbed Miss Jian Xia with both hands and straightened her.
"Look, you are anxious again."
"The power of the Oracle of Fate is not quick-acting, you have to give it some time."
Miss Jian Xia was disappointed when she heard this: "It said so much in one breath, and it also made earth-shaking special effects, but it still needs time?"
If the Oracle of Fate was still there, Miss Jian Xia would definitely poke its butt hard with the fire baby.
Qin Ze looked at the sky: "I will definitely find it."
Miss Jian Xia saw her good friend's expression so firm, so she chose to believe.
She believed not in the oracle of fate, but in her good friend.
The clones chattered in the local area network.
"This alarm clock finally died."
"Where is the power of fate? It feels like nothing has changed."
"The strong are always gentle and silent."
"Where is the gentleness?"
"So will a flying sword suddenly hit us in the face?"
"It should be, this is fate."
"..."
Qin Ze shook his head.
He thought that the appearance of the remaining three flying swords should be inadvertent.
Maybe it was a hot afternoon, maybe when digging a grave.
Qin Ze clenched his fist: "It's going to break through."
When fighting with the Dark Bird before, the "real man" state made him briefly break through the ninth level.
But after the battle, he returned to the peak of the eighth level.
After this peak match, Qin Ze is only one step away from the final breakthrough.
Perhaps he can break through the ninth level shackles in the time it takes to eat and drink water.
Miss Jian Xia asked with little interest: "Qin Ze, where are we going now?"
Qin Ze couldn't help but raise his mouth: "Home."
"I'll take you to meet a new friend."
Miss Jian Xia was curious: "New friend, who?"
Qin Ze's face showed some memories: "My best friend, also my teacher."