Just as Wang He asked, those who had been waiting, secretly speculating and judging the power of the gatekeepers, but did not dare to take action, began to become a little ready to move.

Through his unique way, Wang He brought them a "bright" signal.

That's:

The seemingly invincible devil did not actively intervene or intervene in the individuals who fought and caused disputes nearby.

The only object it guards is always the only door.

And it is just a lone guest standing near the door.

This fact that was originally placed on the table but was just forgotten by everyone has its deep meaning:

The devil must stay near the door to ensure that people do not break in.

Its power is of scope and limit.

When the order brought by individuals with their extraordinary but non-invincible strength gradually collapses, hostile groups will take advantage of the situation and rush forward.

This is an inevitable rule.

Even if the first person who stands out will surely die, the second, third, and even all subsequent existences have opportunities to take advantage of.

Especially when the upper power of the multiverse gradually gathers here, as if the balloons are constantly expanding, the collapse of order and balance will become closer to the end.

Now, what everyone needs and desires is the first existence to take the lead in attacking.

And Wang He may become the first person.

The wind and clouds are surging in the dark.

And desire and darkness are constantly brewing in countless whispers.

Some people who are interested began to pay attention to Wang He's movements.

Whether it is his trick to control the opponent's magic weapon, his successful defense of a magic weapon, or his connection with the bad luck god, his strength evaluation has been re-measured.

He is qualified to stand in this area.

On the other hand, Yang Ben, led by the twelve cultivators, quickly responded.

He took back the pagoda and agreed to the request of Wang He, the actual life-savior.

Although the rest of the cultivators behind him were puzzled, puzzled and even questioned, as the leading spokesperson, he had absolute right to speak.

Because his actions represent the meaning conveyed by his sect.

Their elders are willing to meet Wang He.

Wang He successfully took the first step like walking on thin ice and completed a peaceful contact with the Eastern camp.

However, he never let go of the heart he raised.

He was observing:

On the eight-sided dice in his hand, the brilliance of the numbers was almost completely gone. It seemed that it was about to lose its shell as a dice.

And those practitioners who were unfortunately "fed" did not suffer second time like he had encountered flower pots and collapsed walls.

Luck and misfortune are constantly changing in this unexplainable rule.

Wang He stared at it and suddenly realized that the facts that happened to him and this group of cultivators themselves were like an unknown law.

And this rule is the same as the dice in his hand.

Their destiny will bring different results as the numbers are thrown.

Once, unfortunately, twice, so many times, we will be lucky

On the eve of the disappearance of the glory on the numbers, Wang He took the dice out of the broken leather rope.

In front of the practitioners, he bounced the dice with his thumb.

In the dim light, the octahedral dice kept flipping in mid-air.

At this time, there was no wisp of wind, and the moisture brought by the fog had a kind of depression that stuck to the spirit.

However, as the spirit is focused on the dice, the outside world is disturbed, and the world itself seems to disappear.

This is an effect that Wang He often sees in many fields of law, a concentration of "outside the world".

In his eyes, the only golden number that existed, which was originally dim on the dice, suddenly burst out with stars as light as shining light during the process of falling.

It burned, fell, and eventually fell into Wang He's hands.

There is no burning sensation, and above the dice, there is just a shining number symbol: "8".

The moment the largest number in this eight-sided dice appeared, it brought something to Wang He.

The moment he saw it, Wang He instinctively felt a kind of unforgettable joy.

This kind of joy is like when a student reveals his or her college entrance examination results and finds himself full marks. When the player draws alone, he meets the highest golden orange color. After the gambler opens the card, he sees the dawn of victory.

When the goddess of luck comes to you personally, everything in the world will become a paradise.

At this moment, Wang He was truly under the protection of glory.

In his hand, the black ore dice had now completely transformed into a shining octahedral with a natural light-transmitting crystal texture.

Where can I see any evil?

I saw the golden light that it kept emitting. The soft light hit Wang He and attached to his whole body.

He is even more dazzling than the magic weapons of those cultivators before.

At the same time, an unconcealed force of the law spread out from the golden light on Wang He's body.

Wang He glanced at the system instructions:

“Jiyun’s choice: 8.”

When he saw this unremarkable text, he suddenly heard a male voice ringing in his mind.

"I can't even explain what your luck is when you are favored by luck and misfortune."

“You have been watched.

You have been selected.

You have become someone else’s belonging.”

"But now you are undoubtedly the only star above this city."

"Given the points, you will get a chance to completely seal a certain evil god."

"But you have to remember that opportunities are like coins, both positive and negative."

"In the octahedral, there can only be one evil god."

The sound was interrupted at this point.

Wang He looked at the dice in his hand that had changed drastically and held it tightly.

In the distance, the devil took back his calm expression when he saw the shining octahedron and showed a somewhat subtle expression.

Its body almost instinctively rushed towards Wang He's direction.

However, in the end, it just tilted a little forward a little.

But with just a slight movement, Wang He felt a sudden gust of wind from behind.

What came with the wind was unconcealed hostility and fluctuations of power.

All kinds of behaviors and changes are almost all explicitly indicating him: "You should use the shining octahedral to seal this devil."

At this moment, Wang He had prepared all the props and knew the method.

The rest should be a blow to Huanglong with the flow.

“Let’s wait.”

As he was about to turn around, a hand touched his protective barrier, trying to grab his shoulder.
Chapter completed!