Mu Qing gave up the idea of reaching the top, retreated bravely, and used the pressure of Jiulongtai to sharpen himself.

He succeeded, and five flames of different colors stood on the Yin-Yang fish plate, each with a blazing aura, high enough to incinerate everything in an instant.

Quickly calming down, Mu Qing took a deep breath, and then, quickly left the high platform, and the injuries on his body recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Did you choose to step back?" Some people were surprised and shocked, obviously there was still a chance to compete with the White Sword Divine Son.

On the high platform, the White Sword Divine Son glanced at it with disdain.

He advanced again, his body was about to be crushed, and there were more and more cracks on the surface of his body, like a porcelain doll about to collapse.

Mu Qing retreated from the Nine Dragon Steps, heard the voice of Hemingzi, and ascended to the high platform of the Martial Arts Gate.

And when he looked at the Kowloon steps, his pupils shrank, and his face was full of incredulity: "Just now, I was lying on my stomach with these things?" ”

Densely packed, there were more than twenty strange beasts that looked like stones lying on the body of the White Sword Divine Son, and they couldn't believe that they were trapped by such a thing.

It's not a lot of them, but it's struggling for me, and it hurts.

....... He shook his arm, the pain was still there, and it was very clear, and his facial features were a little distorted.

"Although he has the name of the sword-wielding elder, this person is really not a closed disciple of Hemingzi?" Doubts came from other high platforms.

Mu Qing's talent is far superior to that of the Fengyun Goddess and others, if it weren't for that, how could He Mingzi make an exception and let him become a sword-wielding elder?

This is not a rotten sect position, it needs to be contributed and tested, and this is the case everywhere.

At the critical moment, they are the last line of defense of the sect.

"It came suddenly, and it was said that he came to the door by himself." The elders of the other sects whispered.

Up to now, everyone knows about Mu Qing's affairs, killing Bai Luoqiu, scolding Bai Yu, making a feud with the White Sword Sect, and becoming a sword elder of the Martial Arts Sect, everything is amazing enough.

Everyone was silent, and at this time, there was an accident on the Nine Dragons Platform, and the White Sword Divine Son stepped on the Nine Dragons Steps with both feet!

Danzong Shenzi was terrified: "It's successful!" ”

His eyes widened, and he rose from his chair and looked incredulously at the Kowloon Steps.

Above, the White Sword Divine Son was covered in blood, his arms had been shattered, and there were white bones breaking out of his body, and there were quite a few of them, as if he had pierced into it from the outside, which was extremely terrifying.

In the bent thigh position, the calf bone pierced the knee, causing his body to be unable to stand upright, and the blood under his feet was gathered, red and dazzling, like a blooming flower, extremely demonic.

Mu Qing took a deep breath, and before he could speak, the Martial Dao Divine Son leaned over and said with a smile: "Buzhong, my master is Hemingzi." ”

He is very direct, inch-headed, neat and neat in a Taoist robe, with a well-proportioned figure and an ordinary face, which belongs to the kind that cannot be seen at a glance in the crowd.

It's very familiar.,Because I call my name.,I was honestly after being slapped by Tsuru Mingzi with a whisk.。

Rubbing his buttocks, he raised his head towards the Nine Dragons Terrace, and said, "Why didn't you try it just now?" If the White Emperor succeeds, he will inevitably mock us. ”

Speaking of this, Bu Chong's face was gloomy, and he thought of what the White Emperor had done to him in a certain ruin back then.

He Mingzi behind him didn't speak, he was also puzzled, after all, this was the deal he had with Mu Qing, and now that the White Emperor was going to succeed, it was not a good thing for the Martial Arts Sect.

"To tell you the truth, does the Holy Son really want to be so selected?" Mu Qing looked at Buzhong, and then at Hemingzi: "Or, is it really necessary to choose the Holy Son?" ”

The other elders were very puzzled, and many of the words that came to their lips were honestly swallowed back after seeing Tsuru Mingzi get up.

They couldn't understand, why did Crane Mingzi let such a hairy boy be the elder of the sword?

It's not in order, of course, they appealed, it's useless.

He Mingzi came to the middle of Mu Qing and Buzhong, knocked the folding fan on the palm of his hand, and muttered: "Holy Son, it is about the luck of Daozhou, it is not an exaggeration to say, how about a strong state?" How is Tianjiao? There are many top-level combat power produced, and they are all related to luck. ”

He told Mu Qing that if there was no Holy Son in Daozhou, in the eyes of the thief God, it would be a barren land, and it was not worth it.

In the long run, the strong people in the last Daozhou will be sharply reduced.

"I don't understand." Mu Qing heard it in a fog, what does the number of strong people have to do with luck? Could it be that where luck is not strong, there is no strong person?

Bu Zhong crossed his arms, thick eyebrows and big eyes full of smiles, he explained: "The battle of luck has existed since ancient times, the world is big, the human race occupies the third, the demon race accounts for the second, and the remaining fifty percent of the ten thousand races are divided. ”

Terran so far, how explosive is the population? Daozhou is as many as thousands, some Daozhou is strong, it is completely because of strong luck, raising a side of water and soil, some Daozhou is poor and weak, thousands of years have not come out of a Sanqing ancestor, this is the result of too weak luck.

Mu Qing thought about it carefully, and after pondering, he said, "The Holy Son is a Dinghai needle? ”

"Dinghai?" He Mingzi smiled, nodded and said: "Almost, in short, without the Holy Son in Daozhou, the luck will be divided, although ordinary monks can't touch it, but it does exist." ”

Then, Bu Zhong asked Mu Qing, what is the difference between cultivating in the Martial Dao Sect and cultivating in other places?

Mu Qing naturally told truthfully: "The Heavenly Power factor here is strong, and the cultivation speed is accelerated, which is indeed different from the place I stayed in before. ”

"The luck of the Martial Arts Sect is strong, so it is so." Buzhong patiently explained, put his elbow on his shoulder, and said, "This is the essence of the strength and weakness of luck. ”

He told Mu Qing that when the martial arts sect was strong, it was not a problem to cultivate the ancestors of the Three Qing Sects, and many so-called high-level empires had to be careful in front of Hemingzi, and there were even Nirvana monks at the peak.

Nirvana monks? The existence of the Pseudo-God Realm.

Now the laws of heaven and earth have changed greatly, and the Nirvana monks must ascend.

So far, the only one who has seen the closest thing to a pseudo-god is probably the Feather Immortal and the Fifth Lord.

Mu Qing thought of this, then shook his head and corrected himself, the fifth lord should be a false god, but he didn't know what was going on, and he was not punished by the Heavenly Dao.

"If there is a Holy Son, how much luck can be shared?" Mu Qing was curious about this.

The human race occupies one-third of the world's luck, how much will Daozhou with the Holy Son occupy?

Crane Mingzi shook his head seriously: "I don't know, this is not something that can be accurately measured, but there is a Holy Son, and there will be a vision." ”

Over the years, the Holy Sons of the surrounding Dao Prefectures have continued to kill the Dao Pattern Holy Son, so that their luck has been eroded by several Dao Prefectures, and the Martial Dao Sect has suffered greatly.

"It's really metaphysical." Mu Qing furrowed his eyebrows and looked down at the Nine Dragons Steps.

At this time, Buzhong stopped talking, and everyone's eyes were attracted by the White Emperor.

He just stood there, motionless, covered in blood exploding, dyed red, as if he had just experienced a bloody battle, covered with white bones and carrying his own flesh and blood.