Upon hearing this, Tang Mingsu felt that this plan was indeed feasible, and began to discuss the key implementation details with Han Jiulin.
After traveling for several days in this space that was suspected to be an artifact of the supreme civilization, they gradually arrived at the gathering place set by the so-called Emperor of Luck in the Nanyang World.
After landing on the surface like a chessboard, Tang Mingsu put away his respectful attitude towards Han Jiulin, and then said to him using the method of "transmitting sounds into secrets":
"Master, if the so-called Emperor of Luck in the Nanyang World has not left, we will probably see him soon. Master, you must be prepared."
Han Jiulin nodded slightly and didn't say much.
At this moment, a muscular man wearing dark blue armor flew in front of Han Jiulin and Tang Mingsu, glanced at them, and immediately said with some disdain:
"Duan Qiuxing, Tang Mingsu, you two actually delayed arriving at the designated gathering place until today. Do you know that Young Master Wu Ming is already angry about this?"
"Why don't you hurry up and follow me to see Master Wuming? Why are you lingering here?"
The generals under the so-called Emperor of Luck in the Nanyang world seemed to be wearing the same batch of uniform dark blue battle armors. Even the details were the same, which made Han Jiulin find it a little interesting.
"What are you so arrogant about here? Do you know how much danger we have encountered along the way?"
"Stop talking nonsense and take us quickly to see Master Wu Ming!"
As Tang Mingsu responded without any good humor, the muscular man in dark blue armor just sneered, then turned around and took Han Jiulin and Tang Mingsu to meet the so-called Nanyang World
The King of Luck.
After all, this guy's cultivation and combat power are almost the same as those of Tang Mingsu and Duan Qiuxing. If a conflict breaks out with them here, I'm afraid he won't get any benefits.
As the three people traveled through the sky in this space, they saw countless mighty armies appearing on the ground below.
Han Jiulin made a rough estimate and discovered that the number of soldiers in these armies was at least hundreds of thousands.
Moreover, the cultivation level of every soldier below has at least reached the realm of sainthood, and among the leaders of these troops, there are many peerless masters who have reached the realm of quasi-gods.
Tang Mingsu saw the doubts in Han Jiulin's heart. As a slave who was now dedicated to serving Han Jiulin, he naturally wanted to help Han Jiulin solve his problems. He immediately asked the sturdy man in dark blue armor:
"What on earth is going on? How could such an army suddenly appear here?"
The muscular man in dark blue armor smiled sarcastically at Tang Mingsu, and then responded casually:
"After you accidentally touched the trap and were transported to the outside space, we followed Master Wu Ming here."
"Master Wu Ming can tell at a glance that this chessboard is the original core of this world. Only after refining this chessboard can it be possible to completely control this cosmic ruins."
"But the cosmic ruins here are indeed very magical. They actually condensed so many soldiers out of thin air on this chessboard."
"At first, these soldiers were just ordinary cultivators, and we didn't take them seriously at all. Unexpectedly, after we killed all these soldiers, they resurrected again, and their cultivation realm improved dramatically!"
"The ones with the lowest cultivation level among this group of soldiers are still in the realm of saints, but if they wait until they improve their cultivation level a few more times, I'm afraid even we won't be able to do anything to this group of weird soldiers who can continue to get stronger...
"
"But if we want to completely refine this cosmic relic, we must overcome this difficulty. Now that we have the right combat power, it's just the right time for you two to come back!"
Just as the muscular man in dark blue armor opened his mouth, he saw dozens more streaks of light piercing the sky, then falling on the chessboard and fighting with the strange group of soldiers.
Among this group of men, all of whom were wearing dark blue armor, there was one who was as short as a dwarf, but had an extremely powerful aura, leading the group.
Just when this man, who was as short as a dwarf, turned around, Han Jiulin felt a strong sense of physical discomfort surge up as soon as he saw this man's appearance.
How could there be such an ugly thing in the world?
Not only was this person short and thin, but his face was covered with acne and wrinkles.
The nostrils turned up like a pig's nose, and the nose was so flat that no bridge could be seen at all. The eyes revealed a deep sense of vulgarity. A human face was a hundred times uglier than that of an animal. It was really shocking!
After meeting this so-called King of Luck in the Nanyang World, Han Jiulin finally understood why this person was so perverted and could eat both men and women.
A guy like him who looks extremely weird and ugly naturally needs to get pleasure from conquering other people. Conquering women may be out of desire, but conquering men makes him feel more extraordinary about himself.
After turning around and seeing "Duan Qiuxing" and Tang Mingsu, the extremely ugly Emperor of Luck opened his mouth, revealing two pairs of yellow teeth covered with stones and black stains, and then suddenly fell in front of the two of them.
As for the remaining group of generals under his command, they continued to attack and kill the soldiers on the chessboard with concentration.
After seeing this so-called Emperor of Luck, who was extremely ugly, approaching him, Han Jiulin suddenly felt a sense of horror in his heart.
This feeling is naturally not because the so-called King of Luck in the Nanyang World is too ugly, but because the fluctuations of divine power emanating from him are too powerful, far beyond what I can achieve now.
"It took you two so long to get here!"
"Um?
Where did your spiritual energy go, and what happened along the way?"
This extremely ugly so-called Emperor of Luck spewed out stinking breath, which almost made Han Jiulin almost faint.
But even so, he still had to endure it and not show any abnormality.
Tang Mingsu, who was on the side, had long been accustomed to being disgusted by this so-called King of Luck in the Nanyang World. Without changing his expression, he followed the plan he had made with Han Jiulin before, pretending to be indignant and said to him:
"Master Wu Ming, you don't know!"
"When we rushed here according to your instructions, we encountered a sudden attack by a guy who claimed to be the King of Luck."
"Not only is this guy's cultivation and combat prowess not inferior to that of Master Wu Ming, he can even easily destroy the life-saving energy you left for us."
"If he didn't bother to kill us at all and wanted to keep us back to report to you, I'm afraid we would have been buried deep underground by now and never have the chance to come and meet you, Master Wuming!"