When the black dragon phantom disappeared in the Wuji Palace, the Wuji Palace was shining in an instant, and the luck of the various countries that was still fusing was completely integrated at this moment, and on the entire Zhuxia land, all cultivators could feel that the luck of the Great Qin Empire was entrenched like a mountain.

Xianyang City, in the courtyard of Gongzi's mansion, Cheng Chan raised his face that was still baby fat, and looked at the void with pure and bright eyes as pure as stars, and the next moment, Cheng Chan smiled happily, and his eyebrows were crooked.

The little one squinted and muttered:

"Brother, he succeeded!"

Gai Nie stood behind Cheng Chan in a white robe and a sword, silent, just quietly looking at Gongzi Cheng Chan, and in his mind, the black-clothed young emperor appeared, holding Mo Yuan, like an abyss and a sea.

It is said that if you want to truly carry the luck of the empire, you have to give up all your cultivation, and it seems that there is one less swordsman in this world.

Gai Nie sighed softly in his heart, and he didn't know whether he was sorry or happy, and then he raised his head again and said:

"However, above the heads of the cultivators of the world, there is an insurmountable mountain. ”

In fact, there is no need to say more, the black dragon's luck is coiled above the void, looking down on the world like a true dragon, which cultivator in the world will not feel that luck true dragon?

Nie Feng, a descendant of Nie Zheng who was still outside the Saiwai, was thousands of miles away, and he also felt the drastic changes in the Central Plains from afar, and his handsome cheeks raised to look at the Central Plains.

"A few days ago, a Central Plains Ranger informed me that the Qin State had unified Zhuxia, what was that at this time?

Looking down at the scabbard in his hand, Nie Feng looked at the land of Jin Ge in the west, in the past, when he was a ranger, he heard that there was a stranger who said that the West would produce the Son of Heaven, and now it has come true.

"Maybe I should go and fulfill my old promise. ”

.........

In the Wuji Palace, Ying Zheng was full of Great Qin's luck, the palace was full of five-color brilliance, the clouds and mist rose, and even the dragon pattern on his black clothes seemed to be alive and smart, and Ying Zheng's eyebrows became more and more solemn.

It wasn't until he swallowed up the five-colored talent in the hall and gathered his luck into the Mud Pill Palace that he slowly opened his eyes, only to see that there seemed to be a black dragon entrenched in his eyes, and he was not light.

"Yes, with the word Guangwei, this is a primer. ”

Li Chunqiu took a look at Yingzheng, smiled and said, the disciple is like a dragon, and the master is always honorable.

"I also want to thank Master!" Ying Zheng smiled and saluted.

But before Ying Zheng saluted, Li Chunqiu stretched out his hand to support him. "Okay, red tape, why don't you see how the cultivation compares first?"

Looking at his master's smile, Ying Zheng stood up straight, and the exercises around him began to flow slowly, only to see the luck rising and the black dragon roaring.

Repeatedly, he seemed to be several times stronger than when he cultivated the Dao, but the way of the emperor could not be strong for a long time, if he could not successfully reach the end of the path that the master had said, then he could only cultivate the Dao again.

But there was no failure in his eyes.

.........

In the barren mountains, the sound of the forest whimpered, the miasma flew away, and a white-haired old man walked with a cane in the desolate mountain forest, and went down the mountain road, the high mountains became plains and wilderness, and the old man stopped at the edge of the wilderness.

It's not who Lao Dan is, Lao Dan looked in all directions, and then lowered his body and touched the dry weeds and branches on the earth, everything is so natural, and this is the most unnatural place.

There should have been a village here-Fengyin Village, but at this time there was only a wilderness, Lao Tzu knew his disciples, he would never give himself a wrong map, he would not make this kind of mistake, so ......

Lao Dan raised his head and looked at the wilderness, where something was hidden.

Such a thick dead air, but not the slightest extraordinary, is the biggest loophole.

The next moment, Lao Dan held his staff with one hand, stretched out his other hand and wiped it in the void, and in an instant, a huge crack was suddenly torn open in the void, as if there was a huge creature in the invisible void, and in the opening was endless darkness, rolling with heavy dead air, like the gate of the dead world.

"Netherworld? No, it seems to be a big difference, is it a secret realm created by man?"

Lao Dan walked into it with a cane and an inquiring gaze, he himself had been in the spiritual sea, different from the muddy nightmares of others, Lao Dan had his own consciousness in the spiritual sea, and hundreds of years of time made him have a unique feeling for death.

Stepping into the darkness, the huge rift disappeared into the void in an instant, and everything seemed to have never appeared.

The barren, dark, and overgrown weeds climbed the ancient village monument again, and the entrance of the village was darkly sealed.

He lowered his head and looked at the stone tablet at his feet, there were still sword marks on the vines on it, and after looking at the environment, Lao Dan frowned.

"It's like artificially evolving ghosts, and this method seems to be a bit extraordinary. ”

.........

In the depths of Fengyin Village, under the thousands of hanging coffins in the darkness, the weeping cat-faced old lady suddenly raised her head, and her face changed greatly.

Before Xuandu Fan Zeng and the others could come to their senses, a big hand appeared out of thin air, grabbed it from the void, and closed its five fingers to shine the three of Xuandu into it.

The moment his palms were closed, an old man dressed in sackcloth appeared under the hanging coffin, and Xuandu Fan Zeng didn't know when he was behind him.

The old man was kind and kind, and there seemed to be a star avenue flashing in his eyes, and he smiled and said: "I am just this apprentice, I can't stay in Fengyin Village as a guest, please forgive me." ”

The words are polite, just like the old man in the village talking to an acquaintance, but there is a shocking power between the raised hands.

"The monk is powerful, how dare I force the Yin Village to stay, the old man can leave if he wants to, and I, an old woman, am just chatting with your disciple. ”

The cat-faced old lady couldn't see a look on her face, but just forced a laugh twice and replied.

Fan Zeng stood behind Lao Dan, his expression was shocked, he had never seen the palace master of the Taiyin Xue Palace Langhuan Palace make a move, and he never thought that this master of Xuandu would have such a great ability.

Sure enough, the position of the palace master in the Taiyin School Palace is by no means something that ordinary people can sit on, when Mr. Lao Dan was alive, the world felt his erudition and called his holy name, and after his death was resurrected by Mr. Chunqiu, it was even more extraordinary.

"You ghost evolution, it seems to have a plan, but the resentment is too great, sooner or later it will backfire, today the old guy is just here for his disciples, if you don't repent, you can't say that next time you will come with Mr. Chunqiu's pardon. ”

Lao Dan looked at the thousands of hanging coffins thoughtfully, but finally turned his mouth into an exhortation.

Some things can't be said to be right or wrong, but everyone has right and wrong in their hearts.