After hearing Tang Mingsu's statement, the face of this so-called Emperor of Luck, which was already extremely ugly, became even more distorted, and his current appearance was so ugly that it was completely indescribable.
"Another Luck King?"
As the so-called Emperor of Luck in the Nanyang world gnashed his teeth, word after word fell out of his mouth. The strong killing intent emanating from his body suddenly made Han Jiulin and Tang Mingsu feel like they were falling into hell, and they were in unbearable pain for a moment.
"Did the so-called Emperor of Luck you met look like this?"
This extremely ugly dwarf formed a humanoid phantom as soon as he opened his mouth.
After seeing this humanoid phantom, both Han Jiulin and Tang Mingsu couldn't help showing expressions of surprise.
Just because the human-shaped phantom condensed in front of the so-called Emperor of Luck in the Nanyang world is actually the body and appearance of Han Jiulin!
"How did Young Master Wu Ming know that the Emperor of Luck we met looked like this?"
Han Jiulin pretended to be at a loss and immediately asked the ugly so-called Emperor of Luck.
"Is it really this guy?"
After this short and ugly dwarf confirmed that the figure he had condensed in front of him was the other King of Luck, he jumped up and down in anger and stepped into several deep pits on the ground, looking as funny as a clown.
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"The expert who once told my fortune once said that although I have the fate of the Emperor of Luck, I am destined to die at the hands of this bastard."
"This kid's name is Han Jiulin. From now on, whenever you see this little beast, you will immediately notify me to kill him. Do you understand?"
After hearing the ugly dwarf's instructions, Han Jiulin and Tang Mingsu naturally nodded in response.
However, Han Jiulin was filled with anger in his heart.
I don’t know what kind of nonsense that damn bird-feather fortune teller told the so-called Emperor of Luck in this Nanyang world!
To actually let this guy not only know his appearance, but also regard himself as a target that must be eradicated early on, it is really outrageous...
I just don’t know if this damn fortune teller is still in the Nanyang world. If he is still there, Han Jiulin really wants to find him to settle accounts.
If this damn guy hadn't suddenly come out and started talking nonsense to this ugly dwarf, his true identity wouldn't have been exposed and he would have been in trouble for nothing.
"Master Wu Ming, since that brat named Han Jiulin is your fatal enemy, why don't we go back and get rid of him immediately to avoid future troubles!"
Han Jiulin knew that the so-called Emperor of Luck in the Nanyang world must have refining this chessboard as his first goal, so he deliberately said this to reduce his doubts about himself.
"It doesn't matter. There are countless dangerous mechanisms in the space we are in now, and the structure inside is so complicated. Even if we go to look for him, we may not be able to find his whereabouts."
"The most important thing now is to refine the core of this chessboard first so that I can control this magical thing."
As expected by Han Jiulin, the so-called Emperor of Luck in the Nanyang world really had the first goal of refining the core of the chessboard, so he spoke like this.
Just when the ugly dwarf in front of him was about to turn around and attack the soldiers on the chessboard again, Han Jiulin immediately spoke and asked him probingly:
"Master Wu Ming, now that the spiritual energy in our bodies has been destroyed by the boy named Han, I wonder if Master Wu Ming will plant that spiritual energy in our bodies again?"
The so-called Emperor of Luck in the Nanyang world turned his head slightly, glanced at Han Jiulin, and then said nonchalantly:
"Do you think this spiritual energy can be planted in your bodies at will?"
"At this moment, I want to refine the core of this chessboard, and I must always maintain it at its peak state. I don't have time to help you plant that spiritual energy again. I will wait until I return to Nanyang World!"
As soon as the so-called King of Luck in the Nanyang world finished speaking, he suddenly flew towards the chessboard below and continued to use his magical powers to start a crazy killing spree.
At this time, Han Jiulin had also relaxed his tense nerves a little, and felt a little more at ease in his heart.
Previously, Han Jiulin had been worried about whether the so-called King of Luck in the Nanyang world would see through his disguise, but judging from his current performance, it is obvious that at least at this moment, he has not doubted his identity.
Maybe now that extremely ugly dwarf is focusing all his attention on an imaginary enemy, that is, another King of Luck, himself.
But if he were to know that the fateful enemy he wanted to eradicate day and night was not only right in front of him, but that his cultivation and combat power were not worth mentioning compared to his current self, I really don’t know what he would reveal.
Wonderful expression.
"Duan Qiuxing, Tang Mingsu, what are you still doing?"
"Didn't Master Wu Ming already give his orders? Now it's time to help him refine the original power of the chessboard."
"If Master Wuming knows that you are procrastinating like this, be careful you will be punished!"
The muscular man in dark blue armor stared at Han Jiulin and Tang Mingsu one after another, and then spoke arrogantly.
"Your grandpa, when will it be your boy's turn to tell us what to do?"
"Duan Qiuxing and I have just escaped from the hands of another Emperor of Luck, and the true energy in our bodies has not yet recovered. Can't we both be allowed to slow down first?"
Tang Mingsu rolled his eyes at the muscular man in dark blue armor, not taking him seriously at all.
In fact, the relationship between these generals who were surrendered by the so-called Emperor of Luck in the Nanyang world was not very harmonious.
Although Tang Mingsu was surrendered by Han Jiulin and became a slave who obeyed his orders, Han Jiulin allowed Tang Mingsu to behave as usual in the presence of other people.
Tang Mingsu's reaction now did not surprise the muscular man in dark blue armor.
Previously, the so-called Emperor of Luck had never ordered "Duan Qiuxing" and Tang Mingsu to go with him to break the core of the chessboard, so Han Jiulin didn't feel that it was urgent at the moment.
Following Duan Qiuxing's tone, he stared at the muscular man in dark blue armor and said in a deliberately rough voice:
"Yes, we have encountered a terrifying enemy whose combat power is not inferior to that of Master Wu Ming. Even Master Wu Ming sympathized with us and did not let us take action immediately. What are you worried about here?"
"The combat power of the soldiers on the chessboard now does not pose much of a threat to you. It doesn't make any difference whether there are two more of us or two less of us."
"But after the combat power of the soldiers on this chessboard skyrockets again, if our condition has not recovered, that will be a serious matter that will damage Master Wu Ming!"
"When we recover, we will naturally go to help Young Master Wuming. There is no need for you to meddle in others' affairs!"