"Hey......"

Sun Hao sighed lightly, his face gloomy.

"There is really no pattern in harvesting blessing values!"

Sun Hao muttered, picked up the firewood knife, and split a piece of wood.

"Ding, Fortune +50. ”

Hearing this, Sun Hao was stunned.

"Did you hear that wrong?"

He opened the panel and looked at the 70 points of fortune on it, and for a while, he didn't come back to his senses.

Since Chen Daoming left, he has been painting, writing, making tea, and playing the piano......

Do these just to reap the blessing value.

However.

There is no good fortune at all.

Unexpectedly, after only splitting a few sticks of firewood, he got 50 points of fortune points.

"Could it be that there is a blessing value in this firewood?"

Sun Hao looked at the room full of wood, his eyes shining, as if he saw a bunch of blessing values.

"In that case, then I'll split you all!"

Sun Hao picked up the firewood knife and began to chop wood.

"Bang ......"

One is split and no fortune is obtained.

Not discouraged, continue to split.

It's another split, and there is no blessing value.

Ten were split, but there were none.

20 roots.

50 roots.

......

1000 roots.

A thousand pieces of wood were split.

The palms of his hands were shaken and hurt slightly, and there was no luck at all.

How is this possible?

Could it be that the fortune value is obtained from other places and you don't know it?

"Anyway, let's finish chopping them first. ”

"Go on!"

Sun Hao took a breath and continued to start.

No.

No.

Or not.

After half a day's hard work, there was only one piece of wood left in the entire firewood room.

"It's up to you!"

Sun Hao looked at the last piece of wood, and without hesitation, he split directly.

The wood is hard and difficult to split.

The firewood knife is stuck inside, and there is a dilemma.

"So hard?"

"Is there a blessing?"

Sun Hao's eyes were shining, his hands were on the firewood knife, and he slashed hard.

"Bang ......"

A sound rang out.

The knife seems to be under infinite resistance, and it is difficult to go down.

"I don't believe it!"

Sun Hao increased his strength by a few points.

"Bang!"

A bang rang out.

The hatchet could not withstand the force and broke.

"I'll go, such a thick wood knife, broken?"

"What kind of firewood is this, break it for me!"

Sun Hao roared and slashed hard.

"Bang ......"

The wood cracked at the sound and broke into two pieces, lying there quietly.

Blood-red wood with a tight texture and a faint aroma.

However, Sun Hao didn't pay attention to these at all.

All he cares about is the value of fortune.

However.

Or not!

Sun Hao stood in place, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.

A room full of wood was chopped and there was nothing.

Even if he reads poetry and books, his mentality is explosive.

He carried a firewood knife, opened the door, and threw it heavily, "Go to the blessing value of peat!"

The firewood knife turned into a parabola and landed next to the cherry blossom tree, "clanging ......"

"If the firewood knife is broken, then hit it again, maybe you can get the fortune value by striking the iron!"

Sun Hao walked into the blacksmith room.

......

......

In the western region of the Tianluo Continent, in the underground secret room of a certain mountain range.

"What?"

The Evil Lord roared angrily and slammed it on the stone table.

"Bang!"

The stone table cracked and crumbled into powder.

"How is this possible?"

The half-skeletal face of the evil monarch is very hideous, making people dare not look at it directly.

"My lord, the soul lamp of the evil seal has been broken, and it must have been ......"

Below, a man in black knelt on the ground, shivering.

"Damn! Damn! How could a small ninth-rank sect be able to kill the evil seal?"

"Come on, come with this seat, go and raze that sect!" the evil monarch shouted.

"Wait!"

At this time, a sound sounded.

The one who opened his mouth was a man in a bloody robe.

"Bloody, this is a matter of my puppet clan, do you want to take care of it?" the Evil Monarch's voice was cold.

"Don't dare!"

The corners of Bloody Blood's mouth raised, revealing an unfathomable smile, "Brother Jun, answer me a few questions first, and then you decide, okay?"

"Say!" said the Evil King, holding back his anger.

"What realm are you now?"

"The gods are perfect. ”

"What is the realm of the evil seal?"

"Mid-stage of the incarnation. ”

"How did the evil seal die?"

"I don't know. ”

"How strong is the Evil Seal Enemy?"

"I don't know. ”

......

After asking all the way, the evil monarch couldn't answer any of them.

How could he not understand the intention of the blood, and fine beads of sweat overflowed on his forehead.

"Bloody, what should I do then?" the Evil Lord asked.

"It's very simple, it's important to get down to business! A sect, don't worry about it first!"

"The task assigned above is for us to attract the attention of the Upper Cangyuan!" said Bloody.

"Bloody blood, easy to say, not easy to do! How do we attract the attention of Shangcang Yuan? Shangcang Yuan, only one master is needed, and there are two of us, and there are many evils and few auspicious ones. ”

When it came to Shangcang Courtyard, there was only fear on the face of the evil monarch.

"You're right, those old monsters in Shangcang Courtyard are too terrifying!"

"However, there are solutions. A smile appeared on Bloody Blood's face.

"What's the solution?" asked the Evil King.

"There is still a month left, and it is the Great Competition of the Yangzhou Sect!" said Bloody Evil.

"Yangzhou Sect Competition, what does this have to do with us? Could it be that we still want to participate?" the evil monarch shook his head again and again.

Bloody smiled slightly, "Of course not, let me ask you, what force is the Yangzhou Sect Dabi presided over?"

"Needless to say, of course it's Shangcangyuan!"

"That's right! As far as I know, Shangcang Yuan is the helmsman in Yangzhou, and his strength is only the perfection of the Transformation God Realm!" said Xuexi.

As soon as these words came out, the evil monarch's face flashed, "You mean, we made a big fuss at the Yangzhou Sect Conference, attracting the attention of the Shangcang Courtyard?"

"No ......"

Blood Demon waved his finger, "Of course it can't be so simple, what we have to do is naturally refine all the old monsters that turn into gods, all the old monsters that turn into gods, half of one person, do you think it's okay?"

"What?"

The Evil Monarch's face was full of shock, and at the same time, he showed a little expectation, "It's just, if there is a Cave Void Realm Immortal Cultivator, how can we deal with it?"

"You don't have to worry about this, a cave realm, although I can't kill it, I can control it!"

"As long as there are no two Void Realms, we'll have a big fight, what do you think?" said Bloody.

"Okay, great, then according to what Brother Sha said. ”

The two looked at each other and let out a strange laugh.

A conspiracy, quickly taking shape.

......