The first thousand five hundred and eighty-nine chapters suppress the luck
"The luck in the Fengshen Realm has begun to concentrate, and the luck in remote places will converge towards the Fengshen Continent." Immortal Emperor Qinglian said lightly, his eyes covered by the green fairy light looked at Chu Ge suspiciously, obviously he was not interested in it.
Chu Ge had doubts about what she just said. She clearly felt a very strong aura of time. When she came here, she saw that Chu Ge's eyes seemed to be absent-minded, staring ahead. It looked like he was in a daze.
Immortal Emperor Qinglian knew that Chu Ge was certainly not in a daze. Thinking of the aura of time lingering around him, she couldn't help but guess that Chu Ge was using the power of the Way of Time to peer into the past.
Everyone has their own secrets, and the Immortal Emperor's secrets must not be revealed.
Immortal Emperor Qinglian also didn’t want his past to be peeked into by Chu Ge.
Chu Ge bid farewell to Immortal Emperor Qinglian and quickly returned to Sword Sect. He learned that Lu Qing had gone to the Thirteen Wastelands first. He did not leave immediately, but sat down and thought about countermeasures. In the eyes of the world, the loss of luck is unstoppable, but
This is obviously not the case, so didn’t Tongtian Cult Master suppress luck?
Leader Tongtian uses the formation method.
Chu Ge didn't know much about the battle method, but he had other ideas.
After much thought, Chu Ge decided to give it a try.
His expression moved slightly, and a bell fell to the ground with a "bang". Its surface full of cracks told the story of the hard battles it had experienced, and it would be heard throughout its life. Its sound was empty and sad, and its sound was boundless and lonely. This bell once accompanied
For a long time in Chu Ge, when he was still in Yunhuang, he came across it in the Xuanyin Sect and named it Jun Hao Zhong.
Nowadays, Jun Haozhong is no longer worthy of Chu Ge.
But for Chu Ge, it has extraordinary significance.
"I will not return to Yunhuang for countless years from now on. It will be up to you to suppress the Thirteen Wastelands and protect them for me." Chu Ge's voice was low. The longer the time passed, the heavier the memory became. It was so heavy.
, Chu Ge didn’t dare to read it easily.
Chu Ge raised his hand and typed in a rune.
Boom——
Suddenly, there were endless Dao patterns and all kinds of dazzling light.
Chu Ge began to recast Junhao Bell!
With his current level of cultivation, it is easy to forge an immortal weapon. The key is, how can Junhaozhong suppress the fate of the Thirteen Wastelands? Just then, Chu Ge decided to condense the way of time into a law.
, merged with Junhaozhong.
Three days later.
The new Junhao Bell is purple-gold in color. It has survived the thunder tribulation and become an immortal weapon. Chu Ge looked heavy. The next step is the key point. Chu Ge waved his hand, the avenue shook, wrapped around his path, and descended.
So far, the entire Jianzong ten miles away,
A depressing atmosphere spreads, the grass and trees are withered, the scene is terrifying, and Chu Ge's body is crystal clear, like an immortal. If Chu Ge is willing, it is not a problem to cast Jun Hao Zhong into a Taoist weapon, but Chu Ge has made a decision in his heart to let Yitian Sword
Become a Taoist weapon!
Taoist tools rely on heaven!
"Is the sect leader back? Could it be that he is forging the Immortal Emperor's weapons?"
"Is that a golden bell? Isn't the sect master's personal weapon a sword? Give up the sword and plan to use the golden bell to kill Xiao Chenyi?"
"Hmph, no matter what it is, Xiao Chenyi is no match for our sect leader. Even with a hair, the sect leader can cut off the sun, moon, mountains and rivers, and dominate the eternal sky!"
The disciples of the Sword Sect were talking a lot and looked up into the void in surprise.
Chu Ge activates the Tao of Time, driving in one Dao pattern after another, making it flow according to the established rules. Strictly speaking, what Chu Ge wants to do is not to prevent the loss of luck in the Thirteen Wastelands, but to reverse it all!
Then, use the method of time to trap the luck in the Thirteen Wastelands.
This kind of imagination is the only one in the universe that Chu Ge can come up with.
"Success or failure depends on this!"
Chu Ge lightly scolded and threw the Junhao Bell.
Boom!
The Junhao Bell swelled in the wind and fell towards the Thirteen Wastelands.
Thirteen Wastelands.
A strong emperor-level man was wearing a long robe and looked old. He was looking at the Thirteen Wastelands that had become a purgatory on earth as if madly. His eyes were blood red and he was walking on the earth like a zombie. Suddenly he stamped his feet and his body soared into the sky.
He stood up and roared angrily, this is his hometown!
The earth he misses deeply.
But he is about to be swallowed by darkness.
"I'm not willing to give in!"
The emperor roared loudly, walked through the air, and rushed towards the destiny blue dragon, like a moth to the flame, to get back the lost destiny!
"roar!"
The Lucky Canglong turned around and roared.
"puff!"
This emperor's body was covered in blood and he fell in embarrassment.
"This fellow Taoist, the way of heaven is irreversible. You and I are both mortals. Give up. Quickly bring your descendants to the Fengshen Continent. Here, alas, give up!" A giant in Longyuan said with a deep sigh,
The road is full of sorrow, although Fengshen Continent is good, it is not my hometown after all.
Although my hometown is not good, it will always be a place where my soul and dreams come to me.
"Even Xuanyun Mansion, the overlord of the Thirteen Wastelands, is planning to move out. This place is completely hopeless."
"It is rumored that Chu Ge, the founder of Xuanyun Mansion, has become an emperor. He is one of the immortal emperors. If he takes action, can he change?"
"The Immortal Emperor is so high up there, how can he care about our life and death?"
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"Fellow Taoist, I can't see through your cultivation. Your realm should be higher than mine. There are no strong people like you in the Thirteen Wastelands, right? Can you tell me your name?" said the strong man Long Yuan.
"Huangfu Stay."
"This name is so familiar..."
Who would have thought that countless years ago, Huangfusu's name would resound throughout the Thirteen Wastelands, and he would even have a fierce confrontation with Immortal Emperor Chu Ge?
In the past, Nanshan Sword Sect recruited disciples in Yunhuang. Chu Ge and Huangfu Su had a big fight. Huangfu Su was reluctant to lose. He was really just reluctant to lose. But now, Chu Ge is the unattainable Immortal Emperor, and he, in his dying years, barely stepped into the Emperor's ranks.
territory.
"Boom!"
A golden beam of light illuminated thousands of miles of darkness, bringing a ray of dawn to the desperate Thirteen Wasteland monks.
"What is that?"
The world exclaimed.
"A golden bell?!"
The Junhao Bell descended on Yunhuang, shining brightly, and then enveloped the entire Thirteen Wastelands, including Tianyahai Pavilion. When its range touched the Fate Canglong, only a roar was heard, and the Luck Canglong was thousands of miles long.
, was cut off directly!
The second half of the tail fell into the Thirteen Wastelands!
It turns into infinite luck and spreads.
"Luck is back?"
However, the luck gathered again and continued to gather towards the Thirteen Wastelands!
A surprising scene appeared, the fateful blue dragon disappeared again!
No, it’s not dissipating, it’s time going backwards!
boom!
The Jun Hao Zhong suppressed the situation and trapped the Qi Luck Canglong, causing it to circulate endlessly inside.
But it can never leave Yunhuang.
"Which powerful person took action?"
The world was amazed and cheered!
With tears in his eyes, Huangfusu turned around and wandered in the Thirteen Wastelands lonely and lonely.
That person is Chu Ge, it must be him!
"It's Chu Ge!"
In Xuanyun Mansion, Lu Qing said firmly, pointing at Junhao Bell, "That bell is called Junhao Bell!"