[System prompt: The origin of Yang Yun, the son of luck, was taken away, and his luck value was reduced: 4000! The current remaining luck value: 1000!]
[The host villain’s luck value increased: 8000! The current remaining villain’s luck value: 64000!]
Yang Yun was kneeling with dim eyes. He tried to mobilize the cultivation in his body, but he could not sense any fluctuations in spiritual energy.
Where is your cultivation?!
Where is my cultivation?!
Yang Yun began to gather his strength, as if going crazy, trying to control the spiritual energy around him, but the spiritual energy seemed to be unable to sense his call at all and remained motionless.
Yang Yun seemed to be going crazy, raising his hands and grabbing around, constantly pulling the air, trying to get a little spiritual energy into his body.
However, everything is in vain.
"Impossible, I am a strong person in the Void Immortal Realm! How come I have no cultivation at all?!"
Yang Yun calmly said, "Shadow body, get up!"
"rise!"
"Wake it up for me!"
No matter how Yang Yun shouted, it was all in vain.
Lu Yuan looked indifferently at Yang Yun, who was already a little unconscious in front of him. With a wave of his hand, all the surrounding areas disappeared, and the two of them appeared in front of everyone again.
Lu Yuan and Yang Yun had not been in the domain for a long time, but the domain was really powerful, with the suppression of the Eight Ancient Desolations in it. Even Yu Chu couldn't detect anything when he drew out his spiritual consciousness for the first time, and the rest of them didn't detect anything.
I don't know what happened inside.
The red field dispersed, Lu Yuan was still standing upright, and Yang Yun seemed to be kneeling in the air a little crazy, not knowing what he was doing.
From this point of view, Yang Yun has lost.
Lu Yuan's mind moved, and the aura cushioning Yang Yun's body disappeared. Yang Yun had no cultivation at all to support him standing in the air, and the whole person fell downwards.
A moment later, there was only a "bang" sound, and Yang Yun's body hit the platform hard.
Blood spattered out, and pain spread all over his limbs. Many bones in his body had been broken, and his consciousness began to blur.
At this moment, he clearly realized that all his cultivation was really gone.
Even his body was like an ordinary person without cultivation, and he returned to the days when he was like a waste.
He Yang Yun...
.wasted...
[System prompt: Yang Yun, the son of luck, is in a broken state of mind, and his luck value is reduced: 1000! Current remaining luck value: 0! (can be killed)]
[The host villain’s luck value increased: 2000! The current remaining villain’s luck value: 66000!]
Lu Yuan's figure flashed and landed beside Yang Yun. The former took a step and stepped on Yang Yun's head.
Yang Yun's life was in his hands. As long as he exerted force, Yang Yun would kill him on the spot!
"Wait a minute! Cough cough cough..."
A slightly weak male voice suddenly sounded. Lu Yuan followed the sound and saw that high in the sky in the distance, a group of people from the Xuanzong Sect were looking at him.
The leader was none other than Xuan Tianchuan. At this time, Xuantianchuan was leaning on a wheelchair, his face as pale as paper. If you look carefully, you would find that his hands on his legs were still trembling slightly.
Lu Yuan raised his eyes and looked up. Xuan Tianchuan tried his best to raise his breath and said: "Shengzi Lu, I advise you not to kill him."
"This son is blessed with great fortune. I once measured a hexagram for him and calculated the results, as well as his destiny, to be the best."
"Ahem...if you kill him today, not only the Supreme Court, but also the entire continent will be shaken, and you personally will be punished by heaven immediately."
"Punishment from heaven?"
Lu Yuan seemed to be smiling but not smiling, with no trace of concern in his eyes, "Then let me, the Holy Son, see if Yang Yun dies here and whether the sky will collapse on this day!"
After saying that, Lu Yuan exerted force on his feet, and heard a "pop" sound, and the blood mixed with white instantly stained the platform.
The dying Yang Yun also became a headless corpse.
[System prompt: Congratulations to the host for killing Yang Yun, the son of destiny!]
[Kill rewards are being randomly selected...]
[Congratulations to the host for obtaining the magical skill - "Shadow Body"! 】
Lu Yuan raised his feet, and a flame ignited. The sticky blood was instantly evaporated, and Yang Yun's body was quickly wrapped in tongues of flames. In just a few breaths, the headless corpse turned into dust and dissipated in the air.
Xuan Tianchuan's eyes still stayed on where Yang Yun's body was. He waited for a few seconds before suddenly raising his head and looking into the depths of the sky.
There was no movement in the void that had long since turned into a blue sky and white sun. The breeze was blowing, and there were even sounds.
A touch of softness.
According to this sign, there is no divine punishment at all!
"The way of heaven?"
Lu Yuan chuckled, which was full of irony. He raised his eyes and met Xuan Tianchuan's lowered gaze, "If this holy son wants to kill him, even the law of heaven can't stop him!"
Xuan Tianchuan was in a high position, but when he met Lu Yuan's eyes, he felt that he was being looked down upon.
At this time, the disdain in Lu Yuan's eyes was a bit scornful of the world. He, Xuan Tianchuan, was just a sentient being crawling at Lu Yuan's feet.
Xuan Tianchuan's heart skipped a beat, and a familiar tingling feeling erupted from his heart.
"puff!--"
Xuan Tianchuan spit out a mouthful of blood, and the blood mist sprayed on the cloth. The light of the stars suddenly shot out, and then dimmed, making Xuan Tianchuan's face even paler, as if he were dead.
When the other disciples of Xuanzong saw this, they were all shocked and hurriedly took out a lot of pills and fed them to Xuan Tianchuan to protect his surging aura.
Xuan Tianchuan waved his hand to indicate that he was fine, then stabilized his breath and leaned weakly on the wheelchair. His eyes looked a little tired, and his forehead was already dripping with cold sweat.
Lu Yuan moved his eyes away from Xuan Tianchuan and turned to the people who were standing next to Yang Yun just now.
At this time, several people's faces turned pale. When they saw Lu Yuan's expression, their backs tightened, and their whole bodies couldn't help trembling.
One of them bravely took a few steps in the direction of Lu Yuan, then bowed, his waist almost breaking, "His Royal Highness the Holy Son is indeed a promising young man! Today is really an eye-opener for me!"
The other people all understood and all bowed flatteringly and said, "His Royal Highness the Holy Son is so brave and has a talent close to that of a demon. This is my blessing from the Supreme Court!"
"Then Yang Yun deserves to die. He dared to go against the Holy Son! If the Holy Son hadn't burned that guy, I would have eaten his flesh and drank his blood today!"
"We just pretended to join Yang Yun, the dog thief, and sure enough, the dog thief got up and died!"
"Yes, yes, we just pretended to join the thieves, but in our hearts we still regard ourselves as members of the Tian Gang!"
"From now on, we will be His Royal Highness the Son's dogs. Please give His Highness the Son the command as you please!"
Each of them smiled lower than the other, and kept glancing towards Lu Yuan. The latter was still standing upright, without any fluctuation in his eyes, making it difficult to see his emotions clearly.