Outside the ancient land.

Not just the Saint of Heavenly Gold.

In other places in the Taoist realm, there are also a group of powerful people in the Saint Venerable Realm with unfathomable cultivation. All of them have different expressions, some are angry, some are sneering, and some are silent.

Although the powerful people in the Saint Venerable Realm cannot enter the ancient land.

But with the means they mastered, they can perceive the things that happened to ancient mediterraneans.

Many of the monks who existed in the ancient land were like their eyes.

So for all the powerful people in the Saint Venerable Realm, Luo Xiu's appearance appeared in their eyes at this moment.

The figure standing proudly in the chaotic nothingness is like transforming into eternity.

at the same time.

Luo Xiu, who was in the ancient land, also seemed to have some sense.

His true spirit has escaped from the endless or ancient level of cultivation and condensed the soul of the origin.

He felt like he was being peeped at.

But this feeling was fleeting, which made him frown.

At this time, the Qingling Holy Son, whose trump card was also broken, was shocked and retreated, and seemed to have the only idea of ​​escaping in his heart.

"How is this possible? I am the son of endless. I carry the blessing of the luck of the times. How could I lose to you? How could you be so strong?"

As the son of the first generation, this is a supreme glory, with halo and luck. In the future, he has a very high possibility of becoming a taboo, and is on par with the legendary big man.

But at this moment, he looked like he was in a state of dismay, and his whole body was about to break out like glass, whether it was his belief or the heart of Tao.

"There is nothing impossible in this world."

Luo Xiu held a black broken blade in his hand, holding the broken weapon in his hand, but it made him look unlucky and arrogant.

However, only Luo Xiu himself knew his own situation.

Although the continuous attacks just now wiped out the phantom of a powerful Saint Realm powerhouse, it was his extreme explosion. In addition, he was injured during the previous battle and tribulation, and was suppressing it all the time.

Luo Xiu was not in a hurry to take action.

Because the powerful recovery power of the Origin Body is operating on its own, his injuries are constantly being repaired in every breath.

The cracks on his body are healing.

His cultivation level was gradually recovering due to loss in his body.

Using the Origin of Origin is a huge consumption, and Luo Xiu didn't know if those who wanted to deal with him had other means, so he did not act rashly.

"I don't believe it! I don't believe it all!" The Saint Son of Qingling was full of his anger.

Qingling Mountain is the oldest inheritance of the Endless Times and the origin of the Endless Avenue.

It has gone through more than three thousand chaos eras.

Qingling Mountain has just condensed a spirit bead.

Life bred in the spirit beads.

And his Qingling Holy Son was born from the spirit beads.

So his name is Qingling.

His future will be destined to be unlimited, but he has only been practicing for tens of thousands of years. He has not yet become the emperor and has not yet achieved a taboo. How could he die here?

The Saint of Heavenly Gold is also a life bred on Qingling Mountain. His strength is among the strong people in the Saint Venerable Realm and is also a top-notch existence. His divine phantom is not something that any Saint Emperor Realm can compete with.

What's going on?

How did Luo Xiu do it?

The Saint Son of Qingling was very confused at this moment. In the Taoist realm where there are no powerful people in the Great Emperor Realm, the Saint of Heavenly Gold can be called one of the strongest people.

The reason why he knew that Luo Xiu was very strong was still calm and confident was that he had such a powerful trump card.

But he never thought of it.

The trump card he relied on was vulnerable to Luo Xiu's face and was easily killed.

At the same time, it also destroyed his beliefs, causing his Taoist heart to shake, and there was a sign of collapse.

The Son of Qingling was very frightened.

Because he knew very well that for monks of his realm, the mind of Tao and belief were crucial.

Faith collapses, and hope remains regained in the future.

But if the Taoist heart collapses, then his whole body will be completely destroyed, because the Taoist heart is closely related to cultivation. Once he loses the Taoist heart, his cultivation will also be lost.

Luo Xiu walked over, and his own state gradually stabilized. He could be sure that even if there was any sudden situation, he was confident that he would react.

The Son of Qingling must die.

This person is blessed by the luck of the times. Once he misses the opportunity to kill him, the other party's growth will be very terrifying.

Even if Luo Xiu is confident and confident to suppress him now, if the Saint Son of Qingling has reached the realm of Saint Lord and he is still in the realm of Saint Emperor, the result will be completely different.

When the Saint Son of Qingling saw Luo Xiu walking towards him, he already knew what would be born next.

At this moment, he calmed down.

"Are you sure you dare to kill me?"

"You must know that I carry 80% of the luck of the endless era. If you kill me, you will be an enemy of everyone in the entire endless!"

"Is that true? Just be an enemy. Why do I, Luo Xiu, fear everything in my life?"

Luo Xiu's tone was very plain, as if he was telling a trivial thing.

"puff!"

He waved the broken blade in his hand. At this moment, the Qingling Holy Son, who was at the end of his strength, could not resist at all. He could only watch the black broken blade slashing horizontally.

The next moment.

His head flew out, his eyes wide open, full of resentment and resentment, and he died with his eyes open.

at the same time.

At the moment when the Qingling Holy Son died, a large area of ​​gorgeous golden light surged out from his body, and the body of the Qingling Holy Son was also decomposed and turned into golden light, condensed into clouds.

The power of luck!

All the monks present shrank, and a hot light shone in their eyes.

The theory of luck is illusory.

It is said that luck is related to fate. Those who receive luck will become better, such as it is easier to practice, it is easier to realize the truth, and it is even easier to get opportunities and luck.

Legend has it that there are two rivers in nothingness.

One is the long river of time, recording the past of one era after another.

Another is the long river of destiny, which carries the fate of every life and records the fate.

The strong can reverse time and follow the past.

But only those who escape can be qualified to break out of the shackles of the long river of destiny and integrate their destiny into their own body. My destiny is my own, not my own.

Since ancient times, only special people like usurpers have the ability to spy on fate, and even some powerful usurpers can modify the traces of fate to some extent.

Luo Xiu is undoubtedly the closest person to him.

It was the first time he had seen this power of luck, a power he had never touched before.

But Luo Xiu was different from other monks. There was no heat in his eyes, his soul and body, and he did not feel any desire for this so-called power of luck.

After all, this is the luck of the endless era.

In essence, Luo Xiu is no longer an endless cultivation.

Therefore, whether to integrate these so-called powers of luck is of little significance to Luo Xiu.

These powers of luck are the greatest benefits for endless cultivation.

Even if it is the ancient practice or the most ancient practice, unless someone practices endless methods, it will be useless if it is obtained.
Chapter completed!