Jin 13 wanted to cry without tears. Now if he is stuck in a quagmire, it is impossible for him to retreat.

Jin Thirteen knew very well that if it was an ordinary sect, he had dedicated his essence and blood, and in the case of enough luck, with the power of his own bloodline and the power of his divine soul, coupled with Wang Hao's cooperation and the approval of the gods, it was definitely not too difficult to make the sect's qi luck transform.

With the Dragon Clan as the sect's divine beast to condense luck, in this world, how many sects will have such qualifications? Doing this by yourself is simply a shame for the Dragon Clan. This is also the reason why Jin 13 was so strongly opposed that day.

However, now the situation is completely out of control!

Jin Thirteen was shocked to find that the strength of the Qi Luck that emerged from the East Saint Pavilion was more than several times that of his cognition!

Is this a sect that has just been recognized by heaven and earth for less than half a month? Even if it had the original foundation, it wouldn't be so crazy, right?

This still doesn't let people live!

In the midst of the storm, Jin 13 clenched his teeth, tears glistening in his eyes.

Jin Thirteen above the void is uncomfortable, and Wang Hao on the altar can be better?

Shenwei crushed down, Wang Hao at this moment has already been soaked with sweat!

In that heavenly might, Wang Hao felt that he was pressed and could not breathe.

The condensation of each rune became extremely difficult. The consumption of vitality in the body is much greater than I imagined.

The vibration of the soul is like smoke in the wind, which can be extinguished at any time.

"Damn it!"

The situation was not good, which made Wang Hao couldn't help but curse in his heart.

"Fight!"

Finally, as the situation got out of control more and more, Wang Hao no longer dared to hesitate, and a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes!

Poof......

A mouthful of essence blood spurted out, and Wang Hao at this moment also stimulated the power of his essence blood!

Even the vitality in the body begins to burn.

Whew......

Within the dantian qi sea, the spiritual vein that was lying in the qi sea emitted a heaven-shattering roar.

It awakens!

"Give me energy!"

Wang Hao went all out to urge the spiritual veins.

The spiritual veins that fused the Chaos Seed, how many benefits did Wang Hao devour in these times? Now it's time to dedicate!~

Its own blood is burning, and if it doesn't do something, everyone will end up together.

Wang Hao believes that the spirit vein can feel his will!

As for his spiritual vein, Wang Hao has not yet figured out what is going on. It seems that after fusing the chaos seed, whether it is the original spirit seed or the current spirit vein, there are some people from Yichang.

In fact, as Wang Hao expected, the spirit vein felt Wang Hao's will!

There was a long roar, as if the dragon's roar was soaring into the sky. A terrifying aura erupted.

In that breath, Wang Hao felt that the crazy shock luck seemed to calm down a little.

"It worked!"

This made Wang Hao very happy.

On that day, when facing the book of life and death, wasn't it the spiritual veins that played a role and took the initiative to connect the luck of the sect, which allowed Wang Hao to succeed?

Now, the spirit veins are once again powerful!

"Condensation!"

No longer hesitated, taking advantage of this burst of energy, Wang Hao hurriedly condensed the sigil again! Coupled with the burning of his own essence and blood, Wang Hao felt that he had regained the initiative at this moment.

"You kid...... Master, I lost a lot this time. Remember to make it up to me, boy!"

Wang Hao's actions, Jin Shisan naturally felt it.

Wang Hao was actually burning, which made Jin 13 realize that this was their last chance.

If they can't gather their luck again, they will inevitably fail.

When the time comes, it's not even as simple as failure. The luck of the sect is about to collapse, and Wang Hao is going to suffer a backlash. And ...... for yourself The wisp of spirit that he has integrated into his luck will inevitably be finished, and even he himself will be killed by heaven and earth!

Is it really a joke that this incarnation of luck is a joke?

Now, there are only two paths left for Jin Thirteen, one is to live, but to die! If you want to live, there is only one choice, that is, to move forward and condense your luck successfully.

At this point, Jin 13 had no other thoughts, he could only go all out. This is definitely the most sincere time that Jin Shisan helped Wang Hao. Who let him step into this pit?

If Wang Hao goes back this time, if he doesn't make up for himself, he is really anxious with him.

"Come again!"

Thinking of this, a trace of madness flashed in Jin Shisan's eyes, and he shouted loudly.

Whew......

There was a long roar, and Jin Thirteen's figure was faintly swollen again.

Faintly, but seeing Jin Thirteen spit out an esoteric character in his mouth. As the character spat out, it condensed into a large golden sigil.

Poof......

Jin Thirteen spurted out a few mouthfuls of essence blood one after another, and then, another wisp of essence soul was separated!

If one wisp of spirit is not enough, then come a little more, and if the essence and blood are not enough, then come again! This is what Jin Thirteen can do now.

As for the rune? That's the dragon mystery. With Jin Thirteen's current strength, it was originally impossible to maintain it at all. However, now Jin 13 can't take care of much.

Although doing so will bring him some undesirable consequences, it is better than dying here, right?

Rumble!

Until that rune energy exploded to the extreme, Jin Thirteen's figure flashed, merged into the rune, and then triggered the rune, booming like luck.

Thundered......

The thunder roared and was deafening.

The sky collapsed, and the entire Eastern Sacred Pavilion seemed to be turned upside down.

For a while, the breath was disordered, and the aura of heaven and earth, as if uncontrolled, turned into a whirlwind raging wildly here.

"This ......"

The terrifying scene made Tai Youqian and others under the altar stunned.

"What should I do?

Wang Kun showed a look of anxiety.

"Wang Hao's situation is not good! He burned his vitality and dedicated his blood! He can't support it for too long!"

Jing Fengyu frowned.

Zhou Shan on the side wanted to stand up against the pressure of heaven and earth, and rushed to the altar to help Wang Hao.

It's a pity, how terrifying is Tianwei?

Instead of struggling to succeed, Zhou Shan spurted blood from his mouth.

"We can't do anything now! We can only hope that Wang Hao will succeed!"

Tai Youqian smiled bitterly.

He knows very well that the current leaders are Wang Hao and Jin Shisan.

As members of the sect, they are not qualified to participate in it.

After all, I'm still a little anxious......

Tai Youqian couldn't help but feel a trace of remorse in his heart.

"Look! Wang Hao has started to dedicate his blood again!"

"If it goes on like this, he'll be finished soon!"

Time passed minute by minute, and at this moment, Tai Youqian and others felt like years. It seemed that tens of millions of years had passed, and suddenly Wang Hao's figure on the altar trembled, and several mouthfuls of blood spurted out one after another, forcibly condensing the runes.

It made everyone's hearts hang and they couldn't breathe.

The dark clouds above the sky were rolling harder and harder.

The aura of the four heavens and the earth seems to be converging towards this side at this moment.

Boom......

Suddenly, Wang Hao's body on the altar trembled, as if he had reached the extreme, and knelt on one knee on the ground, his face pale.

This makes people feel like they are being choked by an invisible hand, and the feeling of suffocation pervades them.

"Whew......"

At the same time that Wang Hao knelt on one knee, Jin Thirteen, who rushed into the luck, seemed to feel all this and let out a crazy long whistle.

The dragon roars for nine days, and the gods shake!

Whoa......

Suddenly, in the clouds, blood rained.

As this rain of blood fell, faintly, Tai Youqian and others saw that there seemed to be dragon scales falling.

"This ......"

Everything in front of him made Tai Youqian gasp.

This is the ...... of the Golden Thirteen Blood?

What exactly happened to him?

Don't...... He's finished too?

Sadness came from the heart, Tai Youqian's eyes couldn't help but turn red, and a faint layer of tears filled the air. If that's the case, their East Sacred Pavilion may really be finished today......

"Condensation!"

Just when everyone's hearts were shocked and full of pessimism, suddenly there was a hoarse roar from above the void.

Thundered......

As the roar fell, the clouds shook, and the dark clouds began to disperse, and golden light broke through the shackles of the dark clouds and illuminated the whole world.

"This ......"

In despair, everyone was stunned in the face of such a scene.

"It worked!"

Wang Hao, who was on the pedestal, suddenly lay on the ground, looking at the more and more golden lights rushing out of the void, a smile appeared on his pale face.

That coercion faded away.

Faintly, Wang Hao felt that the luck of the previous crazy shock had subsided.

WhewW......

The cold wind is howling, and the aura is surging!

This time, the aura was not crazy, and they all rushed towards the dark clouds.

Rumble!

A burst of thunder exploded.

As the last layer of dark clouds above the sky dispersed, what appeared in the sight of Wang Hao and the others was a golden cloud!

The clouds exuded a holy aura, and seemed to be mysteriously implicated in the breathing of Wang Hao and others.

"Sect luck!"

Wang Hao's eyes lit up.

What is this not the luck of the sect?

If before this, the luck of the sect gave people a mysterious feeling, then at this moment, the luck of the sect was really presented in everyone's sight.

The aura of heaven and earth gathers, and the luck of the world is gathered!

The golden cloud rolled and grew.

In the clouds, a long dragon could be faintly seen dancing with it, emitting bursts of high-pitched dragon groans.

With each dragon roar, the clouds grew stronger.

After the nine dragon roars, the golden cloud reached its extreme.

Then, the long dragon melted into the clouds, and the entire golden cloud rolled wildly.

It was as if a terrifying energy was pulling at the clouds, causing him to transform with them.

Wang Hao held his breath. According to his previous understanding, Wang Hao knew that now was the real time to gather.

Time passed minute by minute, and as it distorted, the golden clouds continued to solidify and become smaller! I don't know how long it had passed, the clouds that had originally enveloped the entire East Sacred Pavilion had turned into less than the size of a person at this moment!

In the midst of the clouds, there was a high-pitched dragon roar, and the East Saint Pavilion shook violently! In the fierce wind, the golden cloud finally turned into a long dragon's shadow in the sight of Wang Hao and the others.

That appearance is not exactly the same as Jin Thirteen, what is it?

Airplanes......

At the moment when the dragon shadow condensed out, the entire East Holy Pavilion faintly vibrate, in all directions, the aura gathered, as if between, at this moment, this place has become the center of the whole world!

Luck transforms into shape, and living beings worship!

The fortune of the sect turned into shape, and this moment was successful.