Sure enough, as Li Chen thought, the divine soul of the Lord of Great Luck was almost filled with the power of the Great Dao, and this power was almost integrated with the divine soul.

When this kind of power was separated and extracted, the Lord of Great Luck almost fainted in pain, you must know that when the cultivation reaches this level, there are few things that can shake the emotional will, but this is directly on the divine soul, and the pain cannot be blocked even if you want to.

"Ah...... Ahh!!h

The Lord of Great Luck no longer has that calm immortal energy, and there is only a tiredness.

Eliminate the power of the Great Dao, and the soul of the Lord of Great Luck will directly shrink in a circle.

Fortunately, it did not affect the cultivation, and even after this experience, the cultivation has improved a small part.

Looking at the painful appearance of the Lord of Great Fortune, Li Chen didn't feel anything, Li Chen had already expected the current situation when he began to eliminate the power of the Great Dao.

Li Chen probed again, and after making sure that there was no power of the Great Dao, a green light flashed on his hand.

Falling on the body of the Lord of Great Fortune, a sense of comfort arose, as if the pain just now was just an illusion, and the whole person couldn't help but be intoxicated.

After half a ring, Li Chen felt that after repairing the soul of the Lord of Great Luck, he stopped his power output, and gently patted the shoulder of the Lord of Great Luck and said:

"Okay......"

Feeling Li Chen's hand on his shoulder, the Lord of Great Luck woke up faintly.

The first thing he did when he woke up, he hurriedly got up and bowed to Li Chen: "Thank you, Lord!"

"Hehe, you have called me the lord, isn't this how it should be, why bother to say thank you!"

Although Li Chen said so, the Lord of the Great Luck still insisted on finishing the salute.

It is said that it is so, but what to do, the Lord of the Great Luck has his own set of standards in his heart.

"Boom-"

At this moment, an explosion sounded in the desolation, the sound was deafening, and there was no lethality, more of a shock from the soul.

"Witch-witch-witch-witch-"

Ancient and vast slogans sounded in the wilderness, like warriors returning from battle.

The Pangu Palace, which disappeared in the flood desolation, reappeared in the flood at this time.

"Bang Bang"

A powerful heartbeat made the heartbeats of the creatures in the entire desolation involuntarily synchronize with it.

When this rhythm reached the Divine Realm, Li Chen couldn't help but snort coldly, and suddenly the entire Divine Realm was like an impregnable city wall, not affected by this heartbeat at all.

When Brahman, who was studying Buddhism in the West, heard this voice, he couldn't help but look at the two of them and asked, "I don't know what this is?"

Zhun Ti and Ji Yin glanced at each other, thinking of the flood ruled by the two lich clans, Zhun Ti's face was a little heavy, and he exhaled a breath before he slowly spoke: "I think that the ancestor of the Wu clan who died at the beginning is going to return again......"

"What is a Witch?"

Hearing Zhun Ti's words, it obviously aroused Fan's interest.

"In Atum's words, the Wu clan is the bloodline of the creator god!" Zhun Ti explained.

"This desolate world is so big, doesn't it mean that they are very powerful?"

"How can I say it......"

Zhun Ti had a wry smile on his face, it was indeed very powerful, otherwise how could he rule the flood with the demon clan for a long time.

"Senior brother, the Wu clan did not have a saint realm at the beginning, and now no matter how powerful it is, it is only at the quasi-saint level, even if it summons the Pangu true body, it can only resist a saint realm powerhouse......

Hearing this, Zhun Ti woke up like a dream.

"Amitabha, it's a poor monk, thank you for mentioning it—"

Fan was on the side, his face was still curious, but seeing the expressions of Zhun Ti and the two of them, they were also self-aware, and they didn't break the casserole and ask to the end.

Since the prospective Daoists have said that they are expected to return again, they will visit again when the time comes. How can you understand what others say?

When Kunlun's Yuan Shi heard this voice, his face was also ugly, and his face was so black that he was about to drip water.

After the battle of the lich, he advocated cutting the grass and eradicating the roots, and when the witch returned, his own trouble also came.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for twelve voices to come from the desolation:

"My Emperor River ......"

"My candle is ...... nine yin"

"My sentence is ......"

"My ......"

......

"The Wu clan returns to the flood today!!!

As if proclaiming, as if vows, the voice echoed in the desolation.

Asked the palace, Li Chen's face was expressionless, but the lord of the great luck under the seat knew that this witch clan simply didn't put the Divine Way in his eyes, but this Divine Dao was supported by Li Chen.

Not only did the witch clan touch the tiger's buttocks, but they were also ready to cut a piece of flesh from the tiger's buttocks.

The Lord of Great Luck hugged his fist at Li Chen and said, "Lord, do you want your subordinates to teach the Wu clan a lesson?"

Li Chen suddenly laughed-

"'Luck', you said that if you were bitten by a dog, would you bite them back? Just let them go crazy for a while, it's good that they didn't offend my Shinto, otherwise even if Pangu is resurrected, it will be difficult to save them!!

The Lord of the Great Fortune was thoughtful, and half-loudly hugged his hand towards Li Chen and said, "My subordinates understand!"

Li Chen didn't care whether the Lord of Great Fortune really understood or fakely understood, and closed his eyes to cultivate.

Without Li Chen's instructions, the Shinto gods naturally regarded the proclamation of the ancestors as if they had not heard it, and they still had to do what they should do.

Shinto doesn't go to trouble the Wu Clan, it doesn't mean that others won't go, after all, there are more people who have enemies with the Wu Clan.

As soon as the Wu Clan's announcement fell, a disdainful laugh was heard in the sky.

"To be the lord of the world? Joke! Even with you, an outdated witch clan, you dare to make a lot of nonsense? Who in the flood does not know that the real master of the flood is the Shinto great god ......"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

“......”

A chorus of echoes rang out.

Although this is true, isn't it causing trouble for Shinto to say it like this......

A discerning person can see it very clearly.

The saint travels, and the purple air comes from the east.

There was a burst of celestial sounds, the sky was falling, the ground was surging with golden lotus, and Nuwa, Lao Tzu, and Yuan Shi came together.

The three of them and the Wu clan have more or less cause and effect, if the Wu clan declines, it's fine, if the Wu clan rises, the first to bear the brunt of it.

"Hahaha, the saint is coming, our ancestral witches have lost their welcome, and we still look at Haihan......" Di Jiang walked out of the Pangu Hall with a group of ancestral witches, and said with a smile.

It was no different from when it fell, but the aura on its body made the eyes of the people watching shrink.

Not much stronger than the original ancestors.

If you want to divide a realm, it is the flesh and body mixture.

What kind of feeling does the strong man in the early stage of the twelve saints give people? You must know that there were not so many saints in the entire flood wilderness before.

In addition to shock, it is still shocking.

No wonder he dared to say that the Wu clan was the ruler of the world.

Yuan Shi and the others instantly extinguished the idea of finding fault, and it was a good thing that they and the others could leave the Wu Clan intact.

Seeing that everyone's attitude changed in an instant, Di Jiang nodded with satisfaction: "The Wu clan has returned to the flood wilderness, but you have to come to watch the ceremony, and we will go to thank you one by one in the future——"

Some of the great powers whose cultivation is almost almost ready to cry when they hear this.

Secretly, I can't help but complain that I have something to do to join in the fun-