It Turns Out I am a Dao Ancestor

Chapter 7: Harvest the value of luck, and conspiracy takes shape

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"Hey… "

Sun Hao sighed lightly with a sad face.

"There is really no pattern to harvesting blessings!"

Sun Hao murmured, picked up the hatchet, and split a piece of wood.

"Ding, blessing value +50."

Hearing this, Sun Hao was taken aback.

"Did you hear it wrong?"

He opened the panel and looked at the 70 points of good fortune on it. For a while, he didn't come back to his senses.

Since Chen Daoming left, he has been painting, writing, making tea, playing the piano...

Do this just to reap the blessings.

However.

No luck at all.

Unexpectedly, just splitting a few pieces of firewood will get 50 points of blessing.

"Could it be that there is good fortune in this wood?"

Sun Hao looked at the wood in the room, his eyes shone brightly, as if he saw a pile of blessings.

"If that's the case, then I'll split you all!"

Sun Hao picked up the hatchet and started chopping wood.

"Boom..."

One split, no blessing value.

Don't be discouraged, keep hacking.

Another split, no luck.

Ten splits, still nothing.

20 sticks.

50 sticks.

1000 roots.

A thousand pieces of wood were chopped.

The palms were shaken and hurt slightly, and there was no luck at all.

How can this be

Could it be that the blessing value was obtained from other places, and I didn't know it

"Anyway, let's chop them up first."

"continue!"

Sun Hao took a breath and continued to start.

no.

no.

still none.

After half a day of hard work, only one piece of wood remained in the entire firewood house.

"It's up to you!"

Sun Hao looked at the last piece of wood, and without hesitation, he chopped directly.

The wood is hard and difficult to split.

The hatchet was stuck in it, and it was a dilemma.

"So hard?"

"Is it a blessing?"

Sun Hao's eyes shone brightly, his hands were on the hatchet, and he slashed hard.

"Boom..."

A sound rang out.

The hatchet seemed to be subjected to infinite resistance, making it difficult to go down.

"I don't believe it anymore!"

Sun Hao increased his strength a bit.

"Bang!"

sounded.

The hatchet could not withstand the force and broke apart.

"I'll go, such a thick hatchet, broken?"

"What kind of wood is this? Break it for me!"

Sun Hao roared and slashed hard.

"Boom..."

The wood cracked in response to the sound, turned into two pieces, and lay there quietly.

Blood red wood with a tight texture and a light aroma.

However, Sun Hao didn't pay attention to this at all.

All he cares about is the value of luck.

However.

still none!

Sun Hao stood there, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.

A room of wood was chopped up, and there was nothing.

Even if he is full of poetry and books, his mentality explodes.

He carried the hatchet, opened the door, and threw it heavily, "The blessing of getting rid of the peat!"

The hatchet turned into a parabola and landed next to the cherry tree, "Bangdangdang..."

"If the hatchet is broken, then hit it again, maybe hitting the iron will get you lucky!"

Sun Hao walked into the blacksmithing room.

In the western region of Tianluo Continent, in a secret room underground in a mountain range.

"what?"

Xie Jun roared and slapped heavily on the stone table.

"Bang!"

The stone table cracked and crumbled into powder.

"Evil sealed? How is this possible!"

The half-skeleton face of Xiejun is very hideous, making people dare not look directly.

"Sir, Lord Xiefeng's soul lamp has been broken, it must have been..."

Below, a man in black knelt on the ground, shivering.

"Damn it! Damn it! How could a little nine-level sect kill Xie Feng?"

"Come here, come with this seat, go and shovel that sect!" Xie Jun shouted loudly.

"Wait!"

At this time, a sound rang.

The one who spoke was a man in a blood robe.

"Xuesha, this is my puppet clan's business, do you want to take care of it?" Xie Jun's voice was cold.

"Don't dare!"

The corner of Xue Sha's mouth raised, revealing an inscrutable smile, "Brother Jun, answer me a few questions first, and then you can decide?"

"You say it!" Xie Jun suppressed his anger and said.

"What state are you in now?"

"Transfiguration is complete."

"What is the realm of evil seal?"

"Middle stage of God Transformation."

"How did Xie Feng die?"

"I don't know."

"How strong is the evil seal enemy?"

"I don't know."

Asked all the way, Xie Jun couldn't answer a single one.

How could he not understand Xue Sha's intention, fine beads of sweat overflowed from his forehead.

"Blood, what should I do?" Xie Jun asked.

"It's very simple, business matters! A sect, don't worry about it for now!"

"The task explained above is to let us attract the attention of Shangcangyuan!" Xuesha said.

"Xuesha, easy to say, not easy to do! How do we attract the attention of the Court of God? The Court of God, we only need one expert, the two of us, more fortunate than for luck."

When it comes to the Court of God, Xie Jun has only fear on his face.

"You're right, the old monsters in the Court of God are too terrifying!"

"However, there is a way." A smile appeared on Xue Sha's face.

"What way?" Xie Jun asked.

"There is still a month left, and it will be the Yangzhou Zongmen Grand Competition!" Xuesha said.

"Yangzhou Zongmen Grand Competition, what does this have to do with us? Could it be that we have to participate?" Xie Jun shook his head again and again.

Xue Sha smiled slightly, "Of course not, let me ask you, what force presides over the Yangzhou Zongmen Grand Competition?"

"It goes without saying, of course it is the Court of God!"

"That's right! As far as I know, the Court of Heaven is in Yangzhou, and its strength is only the perfection of the spirit realm!" Xuesha said.

As soon as these words came out, Xie Jun's face flashed brightly, "You mean, we made a big fuss at the Yangzhou Zongmen Conference? Attract the attention of the Supreme Court?"

"No… "

Xuesha waved his fingers, "Of course it can't be that simple. What we have to do is naturally to refine all the god-turning old monsters, all the god-turning old monsters, half of them, do you think?"

"what?"

Xie Jun's face was full of shock, and at the same time, he showed some expectations, "Just, if there is a cultivator in the Void Realm, how do we deal with it?"

"You don't have to worry about this. Although a hole in the void can't be killed, I can stop it!"

"As long as there are no two holes in the virtual world, we will fight, what do you think?" Xuesha said.

"Okay, great, then follow what Brother Sha said."

The two looked at each other and burst out laughing.

A conspiracy, rapidly taking shape.