In the hall, Yu Linghe, who smiled and said to him, was absolutely uneasy in his heart.

Because of his long-term relationship with the White Dragon Horse, Yu Linghe knew more than anyone else how terrifying the power represented by luck is. It is with the help of this power that the White Dragon Horse can easily cross all the barriers of cultivation and easily step into Rongxuan.

Moreover, when the White Dragon Horse fights with other strong men, they can often inadvertently grasp the flaws exposed by the other party and even achieve the final victory.

All this is not accidental, but a relationship of blessings from luck.

Of course, Shangran Zhaoyuan's trip allowed Yu Linghe to come into contact with the tree of luck and had a deeper understanding and understanding of the power of luck. This is also the biggest reason why he is in awe of the power of luck.

In his opinion, only a few people can use the power of luck. But the only one who truly has the inheritance of luck is the white dragon horse.

However, from Yan Huang's mouth, he heard a shocking noun.

Fruit of luck.

Although he didn't know what it was, as the name suggests, as long as he was not a fool, he should be able to understand what the purpose of this thing was.

Taking a deep breath, Yu Linghe's face showed curiosity without any concealment, and said, "Yanhuang, what's the use of this lucky fruit? I want my junior sister to compete with Xuanyuan Guang?" He paused and said, "As far as I know, the junior sister should be valued by Lord Kunpeng, and this Xuanyuan Guang seems to have a low status in the eyes of Lord Kunpeng?"

Although Yan Huang was extremely fierce and majestic when fighting Shen Sheng, he let go of his fighting spirit, the scorching and terrifying aura on his body disappeared without a trace. At this time, it gently waved its wings and said, "Of course, Lord Kunpeng attaches great importance to them, so he lets them compete for this only opportunity to become the son of luck..."

Yu Linghe's eyebrows suddenly hopped. At this time, the horror in his heart was unparalleled and could no longer be described as writing.

The son of luck?

He finally understood what Lord Kunpeng wanted to do in the ultimate goal.

It turned out that he actually wanted to artificially create a son of luck.

It is already a great thing to have this idea, but it can be put into action... Yu Linghe really doesn't know how to evaluate it.

The fruit of luck is the son of luck.

At this point, he was increasingly impressed by Tianfuxian.

The old man asked him to leave the white dragon horse in the ancient Shu sect, instead of following him into the beast land, he was indeed prescient.

However, there were still deep questions in his heart.

Where did Lord Kunpeng get the fruit of luck? And what mysterious ability does this fruit have that can actually cultivate the son of luck?

That is the son of luck, and this is not a big deal. In the past, Buddha Zhu Tianqi once said that there are only two sons of luck in the world, divided into two sides of yin and yang. When the black turtle he met, he also made him make a promise when giving the token, and this life would be assisted by the son of luck in the Yang side.

From this we can see that the only sons of luck who are born and raised in nature are the White Dragon Horse and the son of luck who is unknown where to hide.

But this so-called fruit of luck has the opportunity to cultivate the third son of luck.

For a moment, various ideas emerged in Yu Linghe's mind like a flash, which made him feel instantly dull.

"Hey, before Yue Ning arrived, Lord Kunpeng always believed in the Xuanyuan Guang of your human race. Humph, this crystal palace world is clearly the world of our bird race, but I don't know what methods Xuanyuan Guang used to confuse him, so I got this favor." Yan Huang did not sense Yu Linghe's shock, but said to himself.

However, when it was just now that it was still not satisfied, there was an indescribable magnificent force in the void crushing down.

The voice of the bird king sounded like thunder in this hall.

"All beast! How can you evaluate the affairs of sir?"

Accompanied by this sound, an irresistible force was suddenly born from the void.

That power was so rapid and incredible that when it was born, it swept towards Yanhuang like a storm.

Although Yan Huang is also a strong man in the Rongxuan realm, he hesitated for a moment when facing this sudden attack, and he did not dodge or resist.

"boom……"

Its body flew up like a kite with a broken string, and hit a wall hard, making a deafening sound. Just listen to the sound, you will know how terrifying the power of this impact is.

A bright red liquid dripped from Yan Huang's mouth.

Even in the battle with Shen Sheng, Yan Huang's body had been "lingchi" by endless thunder and lightning, but it had never vomited a mouthful of blood. After all, the seemingly terrifying wound was not fatal, but the power that could hurt the internal organs was truly terrifying.

The muscles on Yu Linghe's face twitched slightly, and he exchanged glances with Shen Sheng.

When this bird king took action against his descendants, he was merciless. Of course, this was also because Yan Huang did not resist, otherwise such a strong effect would not have been achieved.

"You are not allowed to discuss any matters about you!" The voice of the bird king sounded like thunder again.

Although Yan Huang was arrogant by nature, he still did not dare to disobey his ancestors. He responded respectfully, and couldn't help but feel a little dejected.

"If you have any questions, just ask me directly." The statue was still motionless, as if it was a real dead object of clay sculpture and wood sculpture. However, the voice of the bird king sounded clearly in their ears.

Yu Linghe bowed for a while, and hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Senior, where does this luck come from?"

"I don't know." The bird king said without hesitation.

"I don't know?" Yu Linghe looked at him dumbfoundedly, murmured in his heart, what is the answer.

"The fruit of luck was condensed by Lord Kunpeng himself. As for how to make it, how can we covet it?"

Yu Linghe was stunned for a while and said with a wry smile: "Okay, then senior, can this lucky fruit really cultivate the son of luck?"

"have no idea."

Yu Linghe pursed his lips hard, and the King of Bird asked him to ask, but all his questions had only one answer that he didn't know.

Isn't this teasing people?

If he wasn't sure he was not the opponent of the Bird King, he would even have the idea of ​​taking the initiative.

"Hey, the fruit of luck is condensed by adults. Although there is a glimmer of hope in theory, it can cultivate the son of luck. But after all, I have never tried it, so no one knows the result." As if I sensed Yu Linghe's deep dissatisfaction, the bird king explained.

Yu Linghe raised his eyebrows and suddenly realized.

It turns out that none of this has been tried, it is just a possibility.

However, even so, Kunpeng is an extremely terrifying species.

You should know that even people like Zhu Tianqi never thought about the cleverness of craftsmanship and the artificial cultivation of the son of luck. It can be seen from this that Kunpeng's strength is definitely not inferior to the strongest people in the human race.

After a deep voice, Yu Linghe asked carefully: "Senior, Lord Kunpeng wants to cultivate a new son of luck, but he doesn't know what the purpose is?"

This time, the King of Birds did not answer immediately, but was silent for a moment and said slowly: "Lord Kunpeng wanted to survive the beast land forever and wanted to get rid of the shackles of the gods, so he acted like this."

Yu Linghe's eyes suddenly widened.

Gods are an indispensable part of this world culture.

When he was weak, he even witnessed the scene of the gods coming with his own eyes. The power of the gods left an extremely deep impression on him.

Although his cultivation level is getting deeper, the manifestation of the god in the past is no longer worth laughing at in his eyes.

However, he knew very well that when the gods arrived, they only released a little power.

At least, I am still unable to compete with the gods now.

Of course, if it were the past powerful people like Buddha Zhu Tianqi, Tianfuxian and Kunpeng, the situation might be different.

However, from the words of the Bird King, he seemed to have vaguely heard something incredible.

His face turned slightly pale, and Yu Ling said in a relaxed voice: "Senior, do you mean that Lord Kunpeng wants to fight against the gods...?"

"Not a confrontation." The bird king said in a deep voice: "I can only say this. As for more, if there is a chance, you will naturally know."

Yu Linghe stumbled on his lips and wanted to continue asking. However, he felt a little shocked in his heart. If he continued to pester and beat him, God knew what consequences would be.

After all, this place is not the five realms of the human race, but the most mysterious place among the beast land.

With his current strength, he is far from being able to act here without restraint. Since that is the case, he has nothing to say.

Yan Huang blinked a few times and suddenly jumped up. Although he had just been beaten and vomited blood, the bird king's obvious mercy did not really hurt it. So, after a moment, it became lively again.

"Two, the ancestors of the family have rested. Please follow me." It flapped its wings and a blood ball fell from its body.

This is the dirty blood left after it was injured by the power of lightning. However, these wounds have now scabbed and shed, and the recovery speed is not even much inferior to the God of Blood.

"Hmph!" Shen Sheng snorted lightly, shaking his body. The next moment, the charred part of the pterosaur body also fell off, revealing the delicate skin below.

Shen Sheng was not slow at all in terms of recovery speed of injury.

Yan Huang glared at him, but in the end he did not take action, but turned around and left.

Yu Linghe hesitated for a moment, winked at Shen Sheng, and then followed.

(To be continued.)
Chapter completed!