"People?"

Amon felt the six aura that suddenly emerged from the luck, and his brows suddenly furrowed.

You must know that this is not a material world, this is a void world composed of luck, in the long river of luck, except for luck itself, there can be no other thing, even Amun, can only incarnate luck, in order to continue to eat away at the national fortune of Great Xia.

But now, he saw with his own eyes that six human figures were slowly coming from the long river of luck.

The weirdest thing is that they all dress very differently.

One is wearing a straight Mao suit, combing his back hair, as if he is from the Republic of China period, and his temperament is as calm as a mountain;

One is a court woman's attire, wearing a dark cyan skirt and a hairpin, gentle and virtuous;

A trendy young man dressed in bell bottoms and a floral shirt from the eighties of the last century, wearing toad sunglasses, like a new wave of people who have just gotten out of a dance hall;

There are also two figures, wearing modern sweatshirts and shirts, but if you look closely, you can still see the age difference. The girl's sweatshirt is made of lamb's wool, and the little white shoes are stepped on, which looks like the products of the past two years; The boys wore white shirts, black leggings, and bulky headphones around their necks, which were completely discontinued fifteen years ago.

Finally, and the figure in the center, he was dressed in a tattered ancient armor with a large area of dark red blood, and he was holding a spear in his palm, which was also bloody and hideous, like a general who had just come from the battlefield.

But his appearance was unusually young, only about twenty-four or five years old, his eyes were as sharp as a sword, and he was murderous.

These six people who belong to different eras stand together, giving people an inexplicable visual impact, and there is even a trace of strange harmony in the twist......

They stepped on the endless river of luck and walked slowly towards the black giant Amun.

Amun's eyes were fixed on the six people, his eyes full of incomprehension.

They...... It seems that like himself, he has no body and is incarnated as an existence of luck.

But who are they? Why is it hidden in the national fortunes of Great Xia?

"You, the one Ye Fan said, the one who disturbed my Great Xia national fortune?"

Among the six, the young general led by him spoke slowly, his cold eyes staring into Amun's eyes, even though the aura emanating from the other party's body was majestic and terrifying, there was still not the slightest fear on his face.

"How is that possible? How can human beings exist in luck? Amon frowned.

"Isn't that weird?" The trendy young man in the flower shirt and bell bottoms pushed the toad sunglasses and smiled slightly, "Because, we ourselves are part of the luck of Great Xia." ”

Part of the luck?

Amon's brow furrowed even tighter, and even though he understood the words, he still couldn't understand them......

How can human beings become part of luck?

His gaze swept over everyone, as if he understood something, and said in surprise: "You are the souls of dead humans?" ”

"To be precise, we're Heroic Spirits." The middle-aged man in the tunic said in a deep voice, "There was once in the history of Great Xia, and due to various factors, it finally slept in the torrent of national fortunes...... The Heroic Soul of the Human Ceiling. ”

Amon's eyes narrowed slightly.

The human ceiling should only be an existence at the same level as the human with the sword, and here, there are still six?

"No, the human soul can't withstand such a powerful impact of national fortune, even if you are stronger than others, it is impossible for you to hold on for such a long time, let alone sleep in it." Amon shook his head.

"It really won't work on the soul alone......" The young general led by him slowly spoke.

He stretched out his hand and gently shook it at the source of the torrent of national fortune, and a phantom image sped from nothingness, emitting a piercing roar, and finally inserted itself into the ground in front of him!

It was a half-broken, bloodstained spear with murderous intent.

"However, if you collapse the realm, refine your bones and blood into the weapon, and melt your body into the soldiers, you can create a divine soul vessel, collect the gods inside, and place them in the torrent of national fortune to nourish them, and integrate yourself with your luck, you can turn into a heroic spirit, and guard my national fortune for eternity."

His voice was calm, but sonorous and powerful, and his eyes full of determination were like brilliant stars, dazzling and dazzling.

At the same time, the other five also reached out towards the end of the long river of luck, and five completely different broken weapons flew in front of them, humming.

Halberds, guns, sticks, fans, whips.

Before their deaths, these weapons were comrades-in-arms who accompanied them in bloody battles and rose all the way; After death, these weapons are the luck gods who carry their flesh and soul and guard the fortune of the Great Xia country.

Amon's brows furrowed, "Self-collapse realm, refining bone and blood into the weapon?" Are you all so crazy about the human ceiling in Great Xia? ”

"You're wrong." The woman dressed in court attire said calmly, "In addition to being human ceilings, we all have another identity......

At the very edge of the six, the woman in the lambswool sweatshirt looked at Amon and said calmly:

"I am the fourth commander-in-chief of the Great Xia Night's Watch, the human ceiling, Wang Qing."

Next to her, a handsome boy wearing a white shirt and a bulky headset around his neck, holding a broken Fang Tian painting halberd, slowly spoke:

"The third commander-in-chief of the Great Xia Night's Watch, the human ceiling, Tang Yusheng."

Immediately after, the trendy man in the floral shirt and bell bottoms smiled lightly, "The second commander-in-chief of the Great Xia Night's Watch, the human ceiling, Li Kengqiang." ”

"The first commander-in-chief of the Great Xia Night's Watch, the predecessor of the Night's Watch, and the leader of the 139 Special Biological Response Group, the human ceiling, Nie Jinshan." The middle-aged man in the tunic said in a low voice.

The woman in the palace costume said lightly: "The predecessor of the 139 Special Biological Response Group, the second-generation chief of the Evil Suppression Division, the human ceiling, and the ram Wan." ”

In the center of the six, the young general with a broken spear in his hand, said slowly:

"In Xiazhen, the first chief of the evil division, the first ceiling, the general of the Han Dynasty, the champion Hou ...... Huo Qu's disease. ”

The words of the six people fell, and an unprecedented aura erupted around them, and the surging torrent of national fortune suddenly rolled up, and behind them, a golden dragon condensed from the luck slowly rose from the torrent.

This giant dragon is formless and substantial, like an ethereal cloud, flying between the mountains, its body stretches for thousands of miles, with no end in sight, and the scale armor on its body is always flowing with pale golden luck, just a trace of it, you can suppress all the evils in the world.

This heavy and magnificent vigorous national fortune that has been precipitated for thousands of years has finally emerged between heaven and earth, revealing a corner of terror.

At its feet, behind the six broken divine weapons, stood six humans from different eras.

They are the guardians of the country's fortunes.

They were the oldest special squad in history.

Their name is Heroic Spirit.