Become a Demon Lord, sign in and develop for three hundred years

Chapter 200: Connecting Luck

In the ghost world, Wushou Palace.

"Guo Yan, you were right. Someone is plotting against you."

Wuyou Ghost Mother pointed to the ground, and clear spring water gurgled from the depression in the temple. A green ghost statue slowly rose up, but it had no head.

There are eight obvious lines on the ghost body, among which the one on the left arm is a blue and white snake.

Many ghost kings stood around, all sneering.

Shen Caiyan bowed deeply. In this dense ghost world, surrounded by ghost kings and ghost mothers, she was like a nine-day fairy descending into the netherworld. She was so beautiful that she said: "Sister, please tell me in detail, otherwise I didn’t even know I was being assassinated.”

Without even touching the ground, Wuyou Ghost Mother was in front of her and helped her up steadily: "Why are you telling me these false etiquettes? You can see the clues just by looking at the green ghost."

I saw wounds constantly opening on Aoki's ghost body, like a child opening his mouth, which made people's scalp numb.

The ghostly energy kept coming out of the wound, but was sucked back from the broken neck.

In the spring water under the ghost statue, the ghostly death energy gurgled out, constantly healing the injuries on the green ghost's body.

"This green ghost connects the destiny of this ghost world with the ghost king and ghost mother like us. Sword marks keep appearing on the ghost's body, which means someone is using the magical power of luck to plot against you." Wuyou Ghost Mother was already extremely angry and laughed, He squinted his eyes and blew out a breath of ghost breath.

"Luck magical power? But there is a distance limit?" Shen Caiyan's heart moved, and she already understood that the eighth achievement was the work of Deng Qitian of the Xuanhen Sword Sect.

"Yes, the magical power of luck has this weakness. It needs to be exploited and slowly exploited over time, but it cannot be too far away. This is the case with my magical energy that transforms worries."

The worry-free ghost mother's eyes glowed fiercely, her face was filled with coldness, and she already had a murderous intention.

Ji Cuiyu listened carefully, thought for a moment, and then sent a message to Shen Caiyan from the ghost contract.

"I wonder if this green ghost substitute robbery will have any impact on your brothers and sisters?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiaoyuan Ghost King burst out laughing, "It's better that Miss Guoyan has a conscience and thought of us first."

The Ape Si Ghost King had a ghastly ghost aura all over his body, and he said in an arrogant voice: "Don't worry, Guo Yan, this green ghost is very miraculous in connecting with the ghost world. Otherwise, it won't be able to protect me from living here."

Other ghost kings also offered words of comfort.

After all the ghosts finished speaking, a sweet and coquettish voice came from the mouth of Wuyou Ghost Mother, "Sister, leave this matter to me. I promise to make the other side pay for the magic weapon and life."

As soon as these words came out, Shen Caiyan and Ji Cuiyu perked up.

"This way of luck is the most dangerous. Luck will not disappear out of thin air. It will only be transferred from one place to another. If this person kills your luck, he needs to swallow it. You can't even think about it." Wuyou Ghost Mother With a touch of his hand, a flash of red light sealed Aoki's neck, and the ghostly aura emerging from Aoki's wound seemed to evaporate and dissipate into the void.

boom! Invisible ripples stirred in the ghost world, layers of ghost mist rolled and rolled, and the nature of death gradually flowed and even boiled.

"If he wants to kill or swallow, let him swallow. As long as this ghost world is not broken, the green ghost will draw replenishing luck from the boundless netherworld.

I mixed the wonderful charm of transforming sorrow into it. Every time I swallowed the netherworld luck, the ghost nature and the nature of death would penetrate into it.

The ghost nature contaminates the Tao body, and the death nature contaminates magical weapons. When the contamination reaches a certain level, we can even work together to capture him here, and then let Sister Guoyan deal with it. "

As the ghost mist dispersed, the words spoken by Wuyou Ghost Mother were full of murderous intent and extremely domineering.

……

The land occupied by the Xuanhen Sword Sect on the side of Bai Yujing was named Sword Spirit Pavilion, and it was surrounded by nine sword houses.

There is a sword formation inside. The sword power is mysterious, majestic or graceful. The sun rises every day, reflecting the changes in the sky, and there is a magical change in the killing.

In the deepest quiet room of Sword Spirit Pavilion.

Deng Qitian was sitting cross-legged opposite each other, and suddenly a faint sword of intent shot out from his forehead.

In an instant, immeasurable skylight bloomed in the quiet room. If it were not blocked by the formation, it would probably go straight towards the bullfighting.

The immeasurable light shrank, and all of it was attached to the Yi Sword. The dense air suddenly filled the air, and countless traces of luck appeared in the void.

"Even if it rises and falls, it is sometimes carried. My sword will cut the place where the sky is white."

Deng Qitian shouted in a deep voice and used the luck envoy to cut the secret sword. He only felt that the luck was shrouded, the spirit beads were hanging in the air, and there was a mysterious reaction with the Xuanhen Taoist sword far away in the sect.

Thanks to his mysterious Dao body and the luck of the Sword Sect, he was recognized by the Dao Jian, and there was no difference between him and him.

Stab it!

A sound like tearing silk suddenly sounded, the lightsaber slashed down, the brilliance flashed randomly, and thousands of auspicious energy exploded.

Shen Caiyan's three-foot figure appeared out of thin air under the sword.

A green light appeared in her eyes, and every time she was struck by the lightsaber, her head would flash, and then she would let out a silent roar and scream.

Deng Qitian walked around Shen Caiyan's illusory body as if strolling in the courtyard, stepping on the cloth in the air, and slashed him with his sword every time he took a step.

Wisps of luck keep coming, just like the gurgling stream in the dark void, but it never stops.

Feeling his family's increasing fortune, Deng Qitian smiled lightly, and the light in the spiritual platform shone brightly.

Then he said to himself: "With more than a month, I can cut off the fate of the mother of the devil and the feast, and I can break one of the silent swords and jade tricks. It's great!"

Pointing his finger forward, a spiritual sword shot through the air with a spiritual message.

……

Xuanhen Sword Sect, Zuowang Peak, Xuanshi Hall.

The hall turned into a pitch-black void, with four pieces of light hanging in the void. The sword's intention glowed with vitality, boiling and rippling in the boundless emptiness.

Wooden Sword, Silver Thread, Thunder, and Spirit Phoenix were all silent.

Yu Qifeng held a spiritual sword with a serious face and stepped into the room respectfully.

"There is news from Qitian that it has been linked to the fate of the ghost mother Guoyan. We can kill them all in less than a month."

Suddenly, the dark void sounded like thunder, and the sword energy was dim, exuding a deep and resounding aura.

"The general trend of luck is determined by fate, and Qi Tian has done a good job."

After a pause, another vast sound like raging snow and thunderous waves also sounded,

"The fortune of the Ming Tan Sect was so prosperous before. Perhaps it is a return to the past. Success is also a double hero, and failure is also a double hero. As long as Yu Gui dies, I am afraid that most of it will be lost. If even the silent sword dies, I am afraid that it will return to its original form. It’s all light.”

Yu Qifeng sighed slightly: "It's a pity that there is no news about Chen and Ran, and the other destiny methods are even more hidden."

The spiritual phoenix chirped loudly, its voice like billowing snow: "It doesn't matter, as long as the luck is with you, you will not fall when you encounter disaster, and you will be auspicious when you encounter disaster.

Now that Qitian has been born, all Xuanshi Taoist disciples are bound to come to him due to various opportunities. This is God's will. "

As the Xuanhen Dao Sword clanked in the void, the dark void gradually faded away, and the Xuanshi Hall returned to its normal appearance.

Yu Qifeng's ears still echoed with the vast voices of the four immortals, like the rising and falling of the tide, the rise and fall of the waves,

"God's will has destined the five realms of our Sword Sect, Guangyao. Anyone who stands in the way is going against heaven and will be devoured."