In the blink of an eye, all the clouds disintegrated and turned into smoke.
Above the nine heavens, all the clouds and mist from thousands of miles away have disappeared, and the sky is clear and the sun is shining brightly, without any color at all.
Under the bright sun, only three figures were seen in the sky. Before the empress could see clearly, she saw a figure holding a sword suddenly move, and all the energy sank in an instant, suddenly pressing on one person.
The man was forced down and fell wildly to the ground, breaking through the sky.
"boom!--"
The sound of explosions was suddenly suppressed, and the two figures crashed directly into the ground. Dust was stirred up, covering their bodies.
The empress immediately raised her eyes and saw that above the nine heavens, Lu Yuan was still standing in the void, with one hand behind his back and the other hand hanging down with fingers together. White light lingered at the fingertips, carrying a certain aura of righteousness.
Lu Yuan didn't even look at the empress, his expression dropped, and he looked at the smoke and dust on the ground, and the third eye on his forehead gradually disappeared.
"Spell, death, or surrender?"
As Lu Yuan's voice fell, the smoke and dust on the ground suddenly shook, and a white light rose up, suppressing the surrounding smoke and dust.
I saw that in the center where the smoke and dust settled, the ground was deeply sunken and cracked for dozens of miles.
Witch's body was covered in blood, and his hands seemed to have been crippled, hanging down with no strength, his flesh and blood were blurred, and his bones were visible.
Next to him, he was standing with a sword in his hand. His right foot stepped directly on Wushu's head, forcing him to kneel on the ground.
Lu Yuan's voice fell for a while, and Wu Shu still knelt on the ground without any sign of response. He gasped several times and spit out some blood.
Hanging on for breath is like dying.
Zheng Qingtian frowned slightly, raised his foot, and stepped back with some force.
"Bang!——"
"Click!——"
With the sound of bone cracking, Wu Shu's shoulders were crushed to pieces.
"Ahhhhh!"
A shrill scream came out of Wu Ju's mouth. After a few breaths, Wu Ju swallowed the scream, his lips trembled, and he tried his best to endure it.
Lu Yuan stepped down from the void step by step and walked to Wu Shu.
Wu Shu endured the pain and raised his head, only to see Lu Yuan coming with a backlight. The light behind him was bright and clear, like the son of the Nine Heavens God.
Wu Ju only felt that the scene in front of him changed again and again, and Lu Yuan's figure kept overlapping with a figure on a mural in the world of life and death.
For a moment, Wu Shu didn't know whether it was Lu Yuan or the mural in front of him.
The witchcraft suddenly felt that his mind was confused. On the mural, there was a figure like Lu Yuan holding a big knife, with demonic energy rolling around his body, demonic horns standing on his forehead, demonic faces appearing everywhere, slashing and slashing, like a murderous god coming to the world!
The murals kept appearing in front of Wu Shu's eyes.
suddenly!!!
In the memory, a past event emerges!
He remembered that when he was still young, he came to the mural with the tribesmen at that time.
When the murals were erected, they were covered with mud and sand, and little of their true appearance could be seen.
Suddenly, a gust of wind and waves passed by, and some dust fell on one side of the mural.
There was a flash of golden light, and some writing appeared.
"The right way...the Demon Lord...the world...the common master..."
Wu Ju uttered these words in a hoarse voice, his voice was very soft, but it was very loud in Wu Ju's heart.
In his ears, the old patriarch's last words rang in Wu Shu's ears.
"People in the world only know that between the two realms of life and death, one can communicate with the living and see the dead. But they don't know that the realm of life and death also connects the past and the future."
"There are three thousand avenues, but they have their own destiny in the dark. The magic spell, if you can understand the mural, you can also see the future."
"The rise of our clan is due to you alone..."
Wu Shu closed his eyes, his heart rising and falling.
Lu Yuan frowned. He didn't hear clearly what the witchcraft said, but he didn't have the patience to waste time with the witchcraft.
This witchcraft is not the son of luck. Even if he is a lucky owner of some clan, subduing him can reduce Chu Sheng's luck value.
However, it was not worth Lu Yuan's efforts.
There are so many races in the Yuanhong Continent, and there are plenty of them for him to use, and this one is not missing!
As for Chu Sheng, he has long been in Lu Yuan's pocket. When Chu Sheng realizes his own value, he will die!
Lu Yuan raised his foot, aimed at Wu Ju's head, and was about to crush it when he saw Wu Ju raise his head in a daze, the color in his eyes was dim and unclear, but gradually became clear.
He took the initiative to lower his body, nodded his head to the ground, and said deeply, "Witch, I would like to serve you as my master!"
"The witchcraft clan is willing to serve you as their master!"
As the words of the witchcraft fell, the system's voice sounded from the bottom of Lu Yuan's heart.
Rings.
[System prompt: Congratulations to the host for conquering the witchcraft and seizing the creation of Chu Sheng, the son of destiny!]
[The luck value of Chu Sheng, the son of luck, has been reduced: 5000! The current remaining luck value is: 15000!]
[The host villain’s luck value increased: 10,000! The current remaining villain’s luck value: 30,000!]
Lu Yuan raised his eyebrows, he surrendered to the witchcraft very quickly.
Lu Yuan put down his feet and stood with his hands behind his back, "I just saw the way you looked at me, the Holy Son, as if you had seen something, and your expression was tense."
"What? Who does meeting this Holy Son remind you of?"
Zheng Qingtian also let go of the witchcraft, and the latter was free. He looked up at Lu Yuan. After a moment of silence, he said: "My lord, I have thought of...the destiny of the future!"
...
In a courtyard in Xuanzhong.
Qiu Fengzhu was sitting on the Taishi chair, holding a few talismans in his hands, with a rare gloomy look on his face.
Around him, several people from the Qiu family were lined up, their heads lowered, and they did not dare to move rashly.
Qiu Fengzhu's hand held the talisman so hard that her fingertips turned white.
After an unlucky moment, Qiu Fengzhu put down the talisman and glanced away. Undisguised murderous intent surged in his eyes, and a cold voice came out.
"You mean, Xuan Tianchuan disappeared out of thin air?!"
Several people looked at each other, and finally, one person raised his hand to salute, and said bravely: "Aunt Fengzhu, it is indeed... it is true. When we went there, we also saw Xuan Tianchuan, and just as we were about to take action, we...
....”
Before the man could finish his words, a burst of righteous energy suddenly struck and fell into the man's lower abdomen. The wild wave of aura erupted in an instant, and the man was violently swept up and swept backwards.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!——"
"puff!--"
The man knocked down three talisman formations before he could stop. His abdomen felt like cramps, blood surged in his chest, and he vomited out a lot of blood.
Seeing this, the others tensed up their bodies and lowered their heads even more, not even daring to breathe out.
"Do you think I'm a fool? Just like a living person disappearing into thin air?!"
Just as Qiu Fengzhu was about to punish all these people, he heard rapid footsteps from the side.