Yunluan Mountain is turbulent.
The immortals looked solemn and surrounded the place.
In the midst of the trapped formation, the sky is suddenly filled with snow and snow, intermittent torrential rain pours down, the spiritual energy is chaotic, and any celestial phenomenon cannot last for a long time.
The four immortals, Hansong, Qinghe, Lu Ao, and Liuhe, each guarded one side, suppressing the aura that was scurrying around, and all the immortals gathered near them to seek shelter.
Among them, the most relaxed is undoubtedly the side of Qinghe Xianjun.
With Yang Xinyue here, even if Xianjun Qinghe goes to doze off, nothing will happen here.
Immortal Liuhe became the unfortunate one. He cared about his identity very much. When encountering such a thing, he would never hide from his face, but he could not stand such a long delay and consumption, and soon became a Strong support.
There are also some immortals standing by the distant peaks, full of anxiety.
"Why don't you see Yu Xianjun's subordinates?"
"Tsk, it's still beside the dead mushroom! I can't believe that Xianjun Yu was the Heavenly Venerate Lingxian, and the Heavenly Venerate Nanxian actually took his name, this—"
After all, the immortal who spoke did not dare to be disrespectful to Tianzun, but the others couldn't help it and sneered: "Nanxian Tianzun never publicly said that he was Lingxian, one of the nine Tianzuns ten thousand years ago. From beginning to end, it was all rumors. This hand is really high!"
"Nonsense! Who knows if that mushroom is real or not?"
The immortals trapped in the trap are all subordinates of the two Heavenly Venerates in the north and south. When it comes to such major events, how can there be no dispute
Shi Zhonghuo was sitting on the canopy, and he raised his head in confusion and asked Nan Hongzi: "Master, aren't we here to catch fish?"
"Yeah, a big fish!" Nan Hongzi said with a pun.
Shi Zhonghuo bit his fingers and fell into contemplation: The master stole a pot of broth from his master, and Nan Hongzi claimed that he came over and "wants to take the bait", where is this fish
Fatty's eyes rolled and rolled.
At this time, the entire trapped formation suddenly swayed. From the hot springs of Yunluan Mountain, a thick purple gas spewed out, which instantly dissipated into a canopy of purple clouds, covering all the spring pools and spreading along the direction of the water spirit veins.
The four Immortal Monarchs were slammed back and forth by this force.
Yang Xinyue blurted out in shock: "Qi Luck?"
"What?" Xianjun Qinghe thought he had heard it wrong.
The thick purple qi condenses into thousands of illusions, there are phoenix sings and dragons chanting Qingyue, there are golden lotus springs gushing from the ground, and thousands of clouds and horses galloping with auspicious qi.
All the fairies panicked.
Divine Sense can't touch these purple qi, Divine Soul seems to be subdued by purple qi, Immortal Core is trembling, even though True Essence is in the body, it can't be used in the slightest.
"Purple air comes from the east, the sky looks west, and the three thousand worlds are all false. It turns out that luck is like this—"
Xianjun Qinghe muttered to himself and looked at Yang Xinyue subconsciously.
The Cloud Swallowing Whale, who was originally lying in Yang Xinyue's arms, cried out excitedly, and the fish tail flapped.
Yang Xinyue's face turned ugly.
He was very familiar with this luck, it was not from any small world, it was Fu Chu, the former fairy world! The fate that once depended on his life now appeared in front of his eyes again.
It's just that it doesn't belong to him at all!
Yang Xinyue pressed the excited cloud-swallowing whale with mixed feelings in her heart.
He could feel that this radiant vitality had nothing to do with him. Even if he was forced to absorb it, it would be of no use, because Fuchu was already a brand new world, just like when he traveled to the frontier and saw Nanhe In the old place of Zong, seeing these great mountains and rivers, it is not what it used to be.
The lost are no longer, and the water cannot be recovered.
Yang Xinyue's connection with the original immortal world was completely cut off, he would not die because of it, and the future prosperity of the small world of Fuchu would have nothing to do with him.
Xianjun Lu Ao eagerly stretched out his hand, and the purple air passed through his body, and his face suddenly showed a bit of grimness: "How can the luck of the small world in the early stage come here? Isn't there a lack of spiritual energy, and it is declining day by day?"
All the immortals came back to their senses, all looking at each other with surprise.
In the spiritual veins of Yunluan Mountain and Water, the unfortunate unicorn was lying on its side, its breath was dying, and the silver carp jumped out of the water, making an excited cry: "Hurry up and collect this luck!"
Chen He couldn't hear any sound.
The moment his soul returned to his body, he vomited a mouthful of blood.
From the meridians to the bones, he couldn't withstand this force, and the time he had become an immortal was still too short. This is the first time that the realm has climbed, but the body can't keep up, and it has been attacked by true essence
"Brother."
Chen He called vaguely.
He wanted to tell Shi Feng that he was fine, but he couldn't say a word.
—Zhan Yuanqiu, he really did something amazing.
Chen He smiled bitterly in his heart. At first, he just wanted to kidnap a capable subordinate, how could it become like this
It is true that he wants to become a Celestial Venerable, but he has never thought about taking the luck of the small world of Fuchu, its meaning is extraordinary. As a former fairyland, it is even in danger of collapsing at any time. It is really hard to say that it is a blessing or a curse to get the luck of the beginning.
Luck was sent by Zhan Yuanqiu inadvertently.
The most terrifying thing is that being able to send out qi luck proves that he is already the patron of qi luck. The purple qi surrounding Yunluan Mountain in front of him is likely to be only one-tenth of what Zhan Yuanqiu owns.
Zhan Yuanqiu is not an immortal, and with luck, he has no idea.
He stuffed Chen He with the things that the whole immortal world was rushing for.
When Chen He thought of his words to persuade Zhan Yuanqiu to reincarnate, he couldn't help laughing and laughing. What kind of reincarnation would such a person with the luck of his own small world be reincarnated into
The founding prince who was destined to return among mortals? Or a genius in the cultivation world who has no bottleneck in cultivation in the future
Of course, the white jade ginseng in the soil in the distance noticed such a big movement in Yunluan Mountain.
The brilliance flashed on the spot, Shen Yubai stood and looked into the distance, looking at the lingering purple air, and said to Mrs. Liang who was beside him: "When I noticed the time of the return of the Tao of Heaven, I guessed, what kind of person is worthy of the Tao of Heaven. Do this?"
The arm that Mrs. Liang stretched out from her sleeve turned into terrifying spider claws, she casually hooked Shen Yubai's waist with this, and said with a smile: "I think Tiandao doesn't want to send Qi to Chen He at all, this must be another reason. It was a mistake of yin and yang, and the way of heaven is too late to regret it."
Shen Yubai smiled rarely.
Heaven has no good and evil, no preferences, otherwise it would be really depressed.
The silver carp jumped on Yunluan Mountain for a long time, and then he remembered to find Shi Feng, who had the same spirit and returned to the body. Only then did he realize that it was not good. Shi Feng actually planned to force the spirit to leave the body and help Chen He.
"Don't get too close, luck is something that has a master!"
Shi Feng turned a deaf ear, his spirit was revealed, and he stepped into the auspicious aura of Ziyun.
His junior brother was lying half-submerged and half-floating in the spring pool, covered in blood, the golden blood dyed the pool water thoroughly, and clusters of green fire floated in the air, beating restlessly.
Fen Xin Xianhuo absorbed Chen He's disintegrated true essence, and became more and more powerful.
It caused the earth veins to be constantly restless, and the water spirit veins could hardly suppress this omen of overturning and destruction.
Shi Feng felt that his soul had been cut by the sharp wind, but after he approached Chen He, Qing Huo reluctantly floated over to block the impact from Zi Qi for him.
"Brother..."
Chen He's consciousness was not sober, and he instinctively felt that Shi Feng was a safe place.
The icy stream full of petals in the Heiyuan Valley stepped on the futon in the cave with bare feet, and the soft soles suddenly touched Shi Feng's scattered hair... The round dumplings did not hesitate to pull Shi Feng's knees towards He climbed up, and then huddled in Shi Feng's chest, snoring quietly and soundly asleep.
In a blink of an eye, the ever-blooming flower tree turned into dead branches and leaves.
The valley was silent, except for one grave.
He broke the sky and came to Huangquan from Immortal Realm. Sanshengshi should not respond, but the bridge did not appear, and the paper money in Wangxiang city was swaying. Only that person turned around, walked out of the fog, and smiled at him.
- In any case, senior brother is here.
Chen He vaguely heard the sigh of the silver carp:
"The Wangchuan you saw is boundless?"
"… "
"The wider the Naihe Bridge, the more open-minded people are, without worries, without cause and effect. On the contrary, they are narrow-minded and riddled with injustices. As for the Wangchuan River, those who can walk across the river in a few steps are not reluctant to give up."
"Your desire. Too much hope, too deep obsession, and even Wangchuan has no boundaries."
Chen He heard himself say coldly, "So what?"
He doesn't need to be born, he doesn't need to cross that river.
"You ask too much—"
Chen He suddenly opened his eyes: "But I got it!"
The canopy-shaped purple clouds in Yunluan Mountain seemed to be sharply gathered by the long whales.
Blue fire weaving boots, purple gas crown.
Watching Shi Feng's spirit return to his body, Chen He raised his hand and grabbed the water unicorn in the air.
"Innate water spirit, trace the same origin, start!"
Then the unfortunate water unicorn was thrown into the sky by a force, and its dizzy brain didn't understand what was going on. Yunluan Mountain spewed seven, seventy-nine water columns, which happened to trap the water unicorn in the sky. in.
This is the Earth Vessel that reconciled the power of a new Heavenly Venerate with the help of the chaotic Yuan force of Yu Xianjun's soul flying away.
"Leave the jade card to Xianjun Yu, and give the unicorn meat to the master, Huanjian, did you do it on purpose?" Chen He said to himself, turning his hand from the place where the mushrooms withered, and summoned the jade card.
"Or a coincidence?"
Most of the Qilin's leg is still in the Huanjian storage bag.
"Fu Wanling, fall to the sky, break!"
Yang Xinyue's expression changed suddenly, he looked up at the sky, he seemed to hesitate for a while, but he didn't move after all.
I saw that the sky was dark, and the sun and the moon fell together.
The mountain tops overturned, the primordial energy of chaos rose into the sky, and everything changed. The immortal couldn't ride the clouds and rolled into a ball on the ground.
A bang!
When all the immortals got up, they only felt the pure immortal spirit rushing towards their faces, not the violent chaotic vitality.
"Out!"
"The trap is broken!"