"Is luck taken from a witch?" Li Huowang repeated the words of the long-haired emperor just now in his mind.

According to him, because of luck, this world is found.

But I don’t know what this witch was, which made Li Huowang feel a little confused.

However, this time Li Huowang did not skip it directly. He knew that some of these legends might be fake and he had to think about it carefully.

Maybe this is probably the same as other legends and myths. Although it has been twisted, some of them are real.

After thinking for a while, Li Huowang felt that this luck might be at that time. After all, if there was no time, then this place would probably be like Da Qi, and it would be shaky and might collapse at any time.

Li Huowang, whose half of his body was buried in the wall, said to Xuanpin beside him: "Although they all say there is no Si Ming, don't you think from this passage, if that witch is Si Ming, in charge of Shichen, everything makes sense?"

Xuanpin paused and nodded silently.

"Then, senior, do you know what the witch who stolen luck looks like? But she looks like a golden dragon?" Li Huowang looked at the dragon scales on their bodies and asked the question he cared about the most.

If the golden dragon is really the dragon vein of the Tianchen Kingdom, then it seems to be different from the Daliang Daqi dragon vein, and they do not seem to need a string of emperors to act as carriers.

"Golden Dragon? I don't know."

"We are the true dragon emperor, we are the dragon!"

"The Spiritual Disaster is a dragon, but not a golden dragon."

Listening to their answers, Li Huowang felt that this possibility was more and more likely.

If this is true, then what happened in ancient times will gradually become clear.

The people in the past may not be like this now. In order not to be enslaved, they were stolen from Siming, who was in charge of time, and the way of heaven was taken away.

Because one person cannot bear the power of the heavenly way, it is divided into sixteen dragon veins, which corresponds to the sixteen hours of Daliang at the beginning.

But after thinking about it, I felt that it was wrong, because now there is not only one level of history on Daliang, but also five levels of history in different directions.

And there are times in these five levels of history and "Witch's luck"

If you think correctly, that is to say, people in these fifth level of history have divided the heavenly way of Si Ming, who is in charge of time.

If there were sixteen dragon veins at the beginning of each level of history, just five levels of history, then there were no more or less, just eighty dragon veins.

This reminded him of the past experience of Wusheng Lao Mother, and the way of heaven on her body was also divided by the people of Tianchen Kingdom.

I had said before that the people from Tian Chen Kingdom were strange, but now it seems that such things have happened in the distant past.

It’s just because over time, people have gradually become accustomed to all kinds of weird things that happen to them.

"Dad, what if the golden dragon is a dragon vein, when you pass by this time, it's best to estimate how many hours a day in Chen State this day."

Li Huowang nodded. He knew what his daughter meant. How many hours a day in Tianchen country meant that there were several dragon veins in Tianchen country.

If the people of Tianchen can easily touch the way of heaven, then they may be able to do this to deal with themselves.

If this is true, the strength of more than ten dragon veins gathered together may not be able to match even if I do.

What's even more fatal, the dragon energy of so many dragon veins can easily make a group of masters immune to the attacks of all human beings' divine powers.

If they really spend so much money for themselves, it would be useless for them to transform Dou Lao into him.

Li Huowang thought about it for a long time and decided to talk about it step by step. Now it’s useless to just think about it.

Since the other party has not used this before, there should be some restrictions to prevent them from doing this.

"Thank you seniors for helping them out." Li Huowang bowed to them and walked up to Li Sui while stepping on the wall of the coffin.

"Dad, is this useful? I don't think what they said will help us in our current situation." Li Huowang, who came out of the imperial temple, nodded when he heard Li Sui say this.

"Although it's a little confused, it's still useful. Even if it's useless now, if it's possible to use it in the future, you won't know anything when you encounter something."

Li Huowang slowly raised his head, looked at the starry sky in front of him, and after thinking for a while, he said with some emotion: "And through this exchange, I suddenly realized something."

"What's the matter?"

"Didn't you discover it? This world is not fixed. Whether it is history or the way of heaven, it has changed. Everything in the past has changed. Do you know what this means?" Li Huowang raised his hands and wrapped the sky.

Immediately afterwards, Li Huowang held it hard and his eyes suddenly lit up. "It means that as long as we have enough abilities, we can transform everything into what we want."

Li Sui slowly looked up and followed him to look at the starry sky in the sky, "Dad, do you want this world to be like this? Do you think it's not good now?"

"It's not bad, it's just that, I can't stand it. Do you still remember Danyangzi?" Li Huowang shrank into an inch and quickly left Daliang Palace.

"Well, remember, you told me before, a fool who kills without blinking and is illiterate." Li Sui floated up and quickly followed him.

"When I was in Qingfeng Temple, I really hated him. In order to kill him, I even sacrificed my life and killed him."

"But do you know? After experiencing so much, I now understand why he has become so bad. It's not that he is such a bad person himself, but that this ridiculous world has made him like this."

"If he wasn't so bad, he might have died long ago. He was just constantly choosing the optimal solution among the various choices in life."

The two walked out of the palace and walked along the avenue. When they reached an intersection, they saw many people drawing circles of yellow paper and burning paper ingots. Qingming Festival is here.

Daliang has suffered many disasters in recent years, and many people have died, so many people burn paper.

Everyone knelt beside the fire, burning paper and whispering what they wanted to say to their dead family. The keen hearing allowed Li Huowang to hear clearly.

Most of them asked their families how they were doing in the underworld and what they lacked to remember to send a dream.

"Sui Sui, do you think this is wrong? In this world, disasters can live until the hair turns white, but good people die quickly. Why is that?"
Chapter completed!