"Save me!"

The Demon Dragon Emperor screamed, looking at the direction where many powerful people of the Demon Clan were hiding. The Demon Clans could perceive each other. He had already sensed Xue Rou and didn't want to say it, but secondly, he was waiting for them to come to save him.

But judging from the current situation, they seemed to be giving up on him, so he gave up his dignity, and his hysterical fear brought a kind of madness to them, asking for help.

However, after receiving the order from Xue Rou, these powerful demons did not stop at all, and didn't even look at them.

They all evacuated and left completely.

Jian Fengyun had no expression on his face and was not ruthless. He stabbed the Sky-Devouring Sword in his hand, and a puffed blood splattered. The Sky-Devouring Sword directly penetrated the neck of the soul-dividing body of the Demon Dragon Emperor, nailing it to the ground with one sword.

The Demon Dragon Emperor's Soul Split Body's eyes were full of reluctance. In the last moment, his eyes were red, like a ball of fire burning, trying to ignite the magic power in his body to explode.

A terrifying pressure spread out from his body, making people tremble.

"He wants to self-destruct!"

"Escape!"

Feeling this terrifying aura, the warriors watching the battle changed drastically, and then their figures moved and disappeared from the spot between several dodges.

Countless people were shocked, afraid of being affected by the aftermath of self-destruction.

Faced with the various actions of everyone, Jian Fengyun's face was calm and terrifying.

"Hmph, you are not qualified to die together!"

Jian Fengyun snorted coldly and grabbed the Sky-Devouring Sword in his hand. The Gouhuang Divine Fire and the Red Gold Divine Fire burned on the hilt of the sword.

The sword light flew past and the head fell to the ground.

The momentum above the soul splitting body of the Demon Dragon Emperor was extremely terrifying and seemed to explode, but in the end, it suddenly stopped and its entire body was like a deflated ball, and its momentum dissipated.

If you lose that head, your body will not be able to explode even if you want to explode.

Jian Fengyun waved his hand and put the head into the Sky-Devouring Tower.

After the incident, his figure flashed a long distance, and disappeared from everyone's sight after a few breaths.

"this……"

All the warriors who watched this battle were stunned, looking at each other but didn't know what to say.

This battle is not a delay, but only those who see it with their own eyes can feel it.

Originally, Jian Fengyun was about to be defeated, but suddenly his strength surged, revealing his strong body, and directly suppressing the soul-dividing body of the Demon Dragon Emperor. With just a few magical contests, he actually cut his opponent under the sword.

After leaving the ruins of the gods and demons, people with heart will inevitably begin to publicize everything that is happening here.

But it is a pity that because Jian Fengyun fought too suddenly, not many people took out the Yingying Spirit Stone to record the battle situation just now.

...

However, while Jian Fengyun and the soul-sharing body of the Demon Dragon Emperor on this plain, all forces also stepped into the second floor of the Red Gold Tower.

Unlike the first floor, many people will die without taking a single step on the second floor.

However, no one of the major forces retreated. After all, no matter how many people die, they can bear it as long as they do not hurt the core characters.

Moreover, the first level has a legendary artifact, and they will definitely not give up on such huge profits.

The sacrifice continued, but everyone was excited.

...

The fourth floor of the Sky-Devouring Tower.

"Boy, as long as I don't want to voluntarily, you can't take away my luck."

Jian Fengyun held the red-eyed head and threw it aside, while he walked to the jade bed not far away and looked at the sleeping person.

Xue'er is no longer awake now. Although she still has a faint vitality, she is like a candle in the wind, and she may be cut off at any time.

"Whether you are willing or not, I will take out your luck and use it for my own use." Jian Fengyun's eyes narrowed and he said coldly.

"Haha, luck is invisible, how do you seize it?" The pile of heads in the corner sneered.

"I said if I can!" Jian Fengyun's eyes were cold.

At this moment, he seemed to have transformed into a tall figure in the galaxy, with majestic and shocking power.

Every existence in the Divine Emperor Realm has a fortune that is enough to go against the will of heaven.

The power of luck can only be used by the strong men in ancient times. Since the human race has passed on to this day, various methods of manipulating luck have long been lost. Jian Fengyun originally had methods of manipulating luck, which came from the method within the Taishi Taoist Sutra he inherited in the lower realm.

However, the luck of the method used to deal with the God Emperor is obviously not enough. Fortunately, the inheritance of the Taishi Taoist Sutra originated from the Heaven-Devouring Inheritance, and the secret energy technique he obtained through the seventh floor of the Palace of Rebirth is completely enough for him to use it to change his destiny against the heavens.

Although it would cost some price, it was nothing to him.

"The art of heavenly sacrifice!"

Jian Fengyun used this secret technique, but it was very slow, because the only operation of this secret technique made him feel a huge pressure all over his body, as if facing the vast world again. Once it was running too fast, it was very likely to hurt himself. By then, he would be seriously injured before his luck was taken, and no one could save Jian Xueer.

A ray of light hangs down, locking the reveal not far away.

Runes appeared around the head.

As the technique of heaven sacrifice was activated, a trace of purple light suddenly entered Jian Fengyun's body. From this point, we can see the power of heaven sacrifice, and the luck was originally invisible and ordinary people could not see it at all. However, after this technique of heaven sacrifice, the luck was turned into tangible.

The purple luck entered the body and gradually came to Jian Fengyun's arm.

"Ah! What are you doing..."

"How can you control luck? How can you..."

"ah--"

The head shrouded by the Heavenly Sacrifice Technique, the soul of the Demon Dragon Emperor began to struggle hard. He felt the feeling of crisis and the feeling of invisible luck being stripped away.

He was panicked, very scared.

However, Jian Fengyun had already prepared something. A formation lit up, blocking his soul in his head, preventing him from making trouble.

Time passed, and in a blink of an eye, an hour had passed.

The purple luck entering Jian Fengyun's body became more and more, and the speed of the ritual of the Heavenly Sacrifice was also getting faster and faster.

"Roar~"

At some point, a dragon sound suddenly came from Jian Fengyun's body.

The purple luck in the body turned into a tiny purple dragon floating above the spiritual sea of ​​sword Fengyun.

Jian Fengyun's expression remained unchanged, and the technique of the Heavenly Sacrifice accelerated instantly.

If the previous running speed was the ability to inhale ten strands of luck in half an hour, then the current speed...
Chapter completed!