On the broken white jade square, Ling Haochu knelt on one knee, his face was pale, and around his body, his aura was extremely sluggish, and the divine consciousness light in his eyebrows was also dim as if it was about to be extinguished.

He rolled his eyes slightly, and his eyes looked indifferently at the detached corpse behind him.

Airplanes!

Suddenly, Wang Yang's headless corpse shook slightly, and in the next moment, there was a ray of light rising from his broken neck, and in the light, there was a dragon chant echoing.

Faintly, an illusory dragon shadow appeared in the light.

The dragon shadow is ancient and noble, as if it symbolizes the gift of heaven and earth.

Ling Haochu looked at this scene, his heart trembled violently, and on it, he sensed a familiar aura that was almost unforgettable

"Fortune of the Town"

Ling Haochu's voice was a little more trembling, the luck that King Yan had taken away from the Khan when he invaded.

Unexpectedly, more than ten years later, he would be able to feel the luck of the town that originally belonged to him again.

Hiss!

In the dantian in Ling Haochu's body, Sandan also rioted at this time, as if there was a hissing sound coming out, and there was an indescribable desire in it.

Airplanes!

The illusory dragon shadow qi lingered in the air for a moment, and suddenly swept down.

However, the fortune of that town did not rush towards Ling Haochu, but instead rushed towards Wang Yang's broken head.

"Wang Yang, I know that you don't die so easily!" Ling Haochu's eyes were full of cold light, and he didn't hesitate to punch out, and the aura that had just recovered some in his body roared out without reservation, and blasted at that Wang Yang's head.

At this time, on the ground, Wang Yang's head suddenly opened his eyes, and at the center of his eyebrows, a light appeared, faintly revealing a phantom.

It was Wang Yang's divine sense.

Ling Haochu beheaded Wang Yang's body, but his divine sense was still hiding between his eyebrows.

Inside and outside the Central Ancestral Land, many eyes saw this scene, and they were all surprised.

"Then Wang Yang's divine consciousness has never dissipated with his physical body?"

"It seems that he has a treasure to protect his divine sense, so that he can hide it in his head. ”

"But without the physical body, the divine consciousness has no effect, unless the divine consciousness steps into the real realm, but obviously, this Wang Yang divine consciousness has not yet reached that step!"

"As long as Ling Haochu shatters his head, that divine consciousness will naturally have nowhere to hide, and it can be easily shattered. ”

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"Whew!"

That Wang Yangmei's divine consciousness power was emanated, and he actually flew up out of thin air with his head on his shoulder, avoiding Ling Haochu's aura bombardment, and then opened his mouth, and he was about to suck away the luck of the town again.

"Xinghai Thunder Musket!"

Ling Haochu's eyes were cold, and his palm pulled out the Xinghai Thunder Musket from his waist, and with a slight shock, the Xinghai Thunder Musket swelled up, stabbing at Wang Yang's head like lightning.

That Wang Yang was going to suck back the luck of Zhenguo again, but at this time, he had to interrupt it, urging his head to fly up and avoid the snow-white gun.

"Ling Haochu, this time I am indeed capsized in the gutter, but if you want to kill me, it is not so easy!" Wang Yang's head flew up, his mouth opened and closed, and a voice came out.

Ling Haochu's eyes narrowed slightly, and his palm suddenly clenched.

Laugh at!

I saw that in the void, suddenly there were bursts of guns that were invisible to the naked eye, and finally directly surrounded Wang Yang's head, and in the next moment, they shot down and pierced Wang Yang's head.

Bang!

The gun swept by, only to see that Wang Yang's head was directly shattered on the spot.

His head was shattered, but Ling Haochu's brows were slightly furrowed, because he saw that in that blood mist, an illusory divine consciousness about the size of a palm rose.

That divine consciousness is naturally Wang Yang.

It's just that at this time, outside of Wang Yang's illusory divine consciousness, there is actually a layer of star clothes that shimmer like stars, and it is the protection of that star clothes that allows Wang Yang, who is only in the middle of the virtual realm, to be able to leave his body.

"It's a soul armor?!"

Ling Haochu's pupils shrank, and the star-like star coat was a kind of soul armor, which could protect the divine sense, but if he wanted to cultivate the soul armor, even if the ordinary divine consciousness stepped into the real realm, he would not be able to succeed.

Obviously, behind Wang Yang, there are masters to help.

"Ling Haochu, I said, you can't kill me!" Wang Yang's divine sense looked at it, and said coldly.

"Hmph, do you want to take back the luck of this town? Don't think about it, it has been in my body for more than ten years, and I have a stronger control over it than you, as long as I take it back, in the future, I will naturally have a chance to get back today's field!"

Wang Yang's voice fell, and it was directly a seal of his hands, and then he saw that the fortune of Zhenguo entrenched in the void was shaken, and finally roared away at Wang Yang's divine sense.

Ling Haochu's eyes were cold, today he finally found an opportunity to kill Wang Yang's body, which led to the luck of this town, if Wang Yang is taken back, then I don't know when I want to have this kind of opportunity again.

And if he loses the luck of Zhenguo, even if he fails to completely kill Wang Yang today, it will cause him an indescribable loss.

Therefore, Ling Haochu must not let him succeed.

Ling Haochu took a deep breath, shook the Xinghai Thunder Musket in his hand, and the snow-white spear floated at his feet, lifting it into the air, and shooting away at the town's luck.

"Ling Haochu, don't dream, you can't take away the luck of this town!" Wang Yang laughed.

A cold glint flashed in Ling Haochu's eyes: "Really?"

He slowly raised his right palm, and between the palms, there was a whirlpool slowly wriggling, releasing suction.

"Heavenly Palace Heart Method, this town is lucky, don't you want to take it back?!" Ling Haochu said in a low voice.

This Heavenly Palace Vortex has its own spirituality, and from the time when the previous Zhenguo luck appeared, Ling Haochu sensed its imminent move.

Roar!

And just as Ling Haochu's voice fell, the vortex shook suddenly, and finally directly penetrated Ling Haochu's palm, and the suction gushed out, converging into a black hole in front of Ling Haochu's palm

The black hole sucked in suddenly.

Under this inhalation, Wang Yang was suddenly shocked, because he saw that the Zhenguo Qi luck that was originally surging towards him was actually surging towards Ling Haochu at an astonishing speed.

"Damn it!"

Wang Yang roared, hurriedly urging all his strength, frantically absorbing the luck of Zhenguo, trying to take it back continuously.

So, in mid-air, the fortune of the town and the country continued to diverge, surging towards both sides.

But obviously, the whirlpool turned into a whirlpool by the Heavenly Palace sucked faster!

In just a few breaths of time, the dragon shadow transformed by the fortune of the town country dissipated, and nearly two-thirds of the luck of the town country was swallowed up by the whirlpool of the heavenly palace.

And Wang Yang took back only one-third.

"Ahh

This time, Wang Yang was completely angry, his eyes were red, even if his body was beheaded before, he had never lost his temper like this, because he knew very well the role of Zhenguo's luck.

As long as he has the luck of the town, he will be able to make a comeback sooner or later!

And now that most of the fortune of the Zhenguo has been recaptured by Ling Haochu, this will have a huge impact not only on him, but also on the national fortune of the Dawu Dynasty.

(End of chapter)