"I don't believe it. ”

Qingyang Huan groaned lightly, and then said, "Of course it's impossible!"

With the sound of the words, Qingyang Huan stopped the movements in his hand, this little bastard of Turtle Buxian has always been a good and not a bad spirit, and his mouth is the same as that of the one who has opened the light.

I haven't said good a few times, but once it's a bad thing, it's really annoying to say one by one.

"Qingyang Huan Turtle Master fought with you. ”

Feeling Qingyang Huan's strange eyes, the turtle Buxian pounced angrily, the turtle master knew with his toes, Ah Huan definitely didn't think about him in his heart, the turtle master is an auspicious turtle, and he tends to turn evil into good fortune.

"Tell me, what did you sense?"

Caring about anything else, carrying the turtle but not the immortal, Qingyang Huan asked in a deep voice.

"It's hard to say, Ah Huan, the turtle master has an illusion, as if once the two fragments of the underworld are fused together, there will be a terrifying existence awakening, really, this time the turtle master will not lie to you. ”

"How scary?"

"It's hard to say. ”

Although Gu Buxian was carried back and carried back, he had long been accustomed to it, and at this moment, a pair of small purple eyes flashed solemnly, staring at the fragments of the underworld.

"Wait a minute, I'll go find a few helpers. ”

At this moment, Gu Buxian broke free from Qingyang Huan's big hand, and disappeared without a trace.

Gu Buxian left, Qing Yang Huan looked at the two suspended fragments of time and space in the underworld, and fell into deep thought, if it was really dangerous according to what Gu Buxian said, he also had some thoughts in his heart.

The danger in the underworld comes from none other than the Gara.

In the first fragment of the underworld, there is an idea of the three generations of Jia Luo to evolve the Ten Halls, and I think there is a Jia Luo crisis potential that I don't know, and I am afraid that most of them are the back hands left by Jia Luo.

......

"Meng Po, you have been in the Netherworld for so many years, except for the fake Ten Hall Yama, have you noticed anything else strange?"

A moment later, Qing Yanghuan entered the first Netherworld Fragment World and summoned the second-generation Meng Po on the Nai He Bridge to ask.

"Lord, back then, when the old body generated spiritual wisdom and was stationed on the Nai He Bridge, the fake Ten Hall Yama already existed, and even we, the ghosts of the Yin Division, were born after the fake Ten Hall Yama. ”

Meng Po leaned up, stood in front of Qingyang Huan, and said in a deep voice.

"However, there are rumors in the past that the false Ten Hall Yama is actually a lonely soul and wild ghost before the old body, and was born by accident by obtaining the Yin Si fruit position, and all the Yin Si ghosts of the same era as the false Yama were devoured by it, and we were all born later. ”

Nodding slightly, Qingyang Huan's eyebrows furrowed, obviously it was impossible to get news from Meng Po.

"Ah Huan, Master Turtle is back. ”

However, at this time, three streamers shot towards him, and after the purple, black, and cyan divine light burst out, revealing the three figures of Turtle Buxian, Qinglong Meng Zhang, and Moyu Qilin.

"Let's see if there's anything unusual here. ”

Gu Buxian pointed to the two fragments of the Netherworld floating in front of him, and said to the green dragon Meng Zhang and the Moyu Qilin, as the holy beasts evolved from heaven and earth, they are extremely sensitive to the sense of bad luck.

The black jade qilin blinked his big dark and shiny eyes, staring at the two fragments of the netherworld, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"It's weird. ”

Compared to the Moyu Qilin, Qinglong Meng Zhang's expression was as usual, and he couldn't see the slightest mental fluctuation on the surface.

After a few breaths, his eyes were withdrawn from the fragments of the underworld and fell on Qingyang Huan's body, a pair of dragon eyes filled with blue light, like a mixed scene of heaven and earth, constantly evolving the changing divine light of time and space.

Qingyanghuan's reflection appeared in Meng Zhang's pupils, and in the pupil world, a ray of purple light bloomed on Qingyanghuan's body, covering the sky and the earth almost instantly, and a purple triangular true dragon was like a rainbow, rushing into the sky.

No matter how the real dragon danced in the purple light, it seemed to be bound by an invisible net, unable to break free, and there was a majestic figure sitting in the haze, staring coldly at the purple qi true dragon, without the slightest warmth.

After a long time, the purple qi in Meng Zhang's eyes melted and returned to a calm state, and his pair of dragon eyes stared at Qingyang Huan.

"What's wrong?"

Being stared at by Meng Zhang like this, Qingyang Huan was a little uncomfortable, and couldn't help but question.

"What happened to you these days?"

Meng Zhang asked out loud, but then he asked out loud: "No, it's not just the changes that have occurred on the surface of your body, but also the changes in your mind, what have you done." ”

"What's the matter, Brother Meng Zhang. ”

The Moyu Qilin tilted his head and stared at Qinglong Meng Zhang, his big eyes revealing doubt.

"It's not right, the luck on his body was just like a torch before, although it was blazing, but it could only be regarded as ordinary, what has he experienced in this short period of time, the momentum is like fire, and there is a tendency to burn the prairies, how is this possible?"

"Luck kills. ”

Abruptly, the turtle was stunned and blurted out.

"No, no, the luck killing and tribulation has already been experienced, how can there be a luck killing and robbery. ”

Then, Gu Buxian shook his head again, and said: "Damn, this is luck killing, one catastrophe after another, robbery and life and death, Ah Huan is calculating you, this is to kill the fortune of the human race." ”

"You are the palace master of the Terran God King Palace, according to the system of the ancient times of the Terran race, the status of the God King Palace Lord is second only to the Emperor of the Five Directions, and he is the real giant power of the Terran Race, and he can be lucky. ”

"...... me?"

Turtle Buxian's words directly made Qingyang Huan stunned there, is it so important that he has what Uncle Turtle said?

Is the life and death of a person a matter of ethnic luck?

"Oh, why are you so stupid, it's not that you are important, it's that the position of the God King Palace Lord is important, and now it is you Qingyang Huan who is sitting in the position of the God King Palace Master, so you have become a robber. ”

"This is a robbery that originates from the murder of the palace master of the human race god king, in other words, whoever wants to reorganize the broken underworld of the human race will be robbed. ”

The turtle immortal eye circled around the floating Netherworld Shattered World twice, and finally returned to Qingyang Huan's face again.

After a pause, he said loudly: "Ah Huan, you really have to be careful, now the first person who wants to prevent the human race from recovering the Great Netherworld is the Jialuo clan, I am afraid that there are still Jialuo clans in these two broken netherworlds." ”

Qingyang Huan frowned, at this moment, a wisp of purple light bloomed at the center of his eyebrows, and a cluster of rich purple gas was derived from the purple gas, and between the purple gas, a three-cornered true dragon roared in the sky, looking a little impatient, constantly dancing the dragon body.

Luck warning.

Airplanes!

At this moment, a sudden change occurred, and the purple qi at the center of his eyebrows suddenly transformed towards pitch black, and in an instant, Qingyang Huan's heart sank.

Dangerous!

The breath of the whole body was tense, the blood and qi were dormant under the surface of the body, he felt that he was being stared at by some terrifying existence, his eyes were like torches, and the purple light was burning towards his eyes, and a touch of purple appeared on his pupils, which looked extremely demonic.

His eyes looked towards the two broken fragments of the Netherworld, and after a breath, he seemed to look through the depths of the Netherworld through the fragments, and his eyes entered a gray world, hazy in all directions, difficult to distinguish in all directions, and a huge lying figure in the darkness was staring at him coldly.

The purple qi was filled with a black mist like a maggot on the tarsal bones, which meant that he was in a crisis, and there must be a catastrophe to come, and this crisis was far beyond his expectations, as if it was endless.

"Not immortal, you take this mark and go to the Spirit Vine Star Domain to find the holy face, she knows what to do?"

In an instant, a puff of black smoke diffused out from the fragments of the Netherworld, conjuring up a terrifying beast and swallowing Qingyang Huan in one gulp.

This scene frightened the turtle immortal, and he directly turned into a streamer and rushed out of the palace of the god king.

"You two are watching here. ”

Hearing this, Qinglong Meng Zhang and Moyu Qilin looked at each other, why are we watching?

"Xiaomo, what do you think of the Terrans?"

Qinglong Meng Zhang looked at Qingyang Huan, who was swallowed by the darkness, and turned his head to the Moyu Qilin and asked.

"It's good, I eat a lot of food here every day. ”

Hearing this, Qinglong Meng Zhang was full of black lines.

"Oh, Brother Meng Zhang, where is the icing on the cake compared to sending charcoal in the snow, how much chance you want to get will be accompanied by how much danger, and the harvest and risk are corresponding. ”

The black jade qilin blinked, stared at Qinglong and said, he is not stupid and can't hear the question in Qinglong's mouth.

Regarding Qinglong Meng Zhang's hesitation, his mind was very simple, the Five Directions Holy Beast relied on his luck to reach the peak.

At present, the heavens and all the races are in dispute, the situation is chaotic, and they can't see the fortunes of the clans clearly, which also makes them in a predicament and unable to choose.

However, once the situation in the heavens is obvious, if the Five Directions Sacred Beast relies on a certain race, then what is the use? Even if there is a race to accept it, it will not be truly valued.

Heaven and earth are peaceful, the clan fortune is magnificent, what else do you need the Holy Beasts of the Five Directions to do?

Not to mention, in the Immortal Dao Era, the Holy Beasts were punished by heaven and earth, so that they had not recovered from the four great eras of the Ancient Dao and the Ancient Dao, and now that they are back at the peak of heaven and earth, they need to take fierce medicine and fight.

"I don't know that the icing on the cake is not as good as charcoal in the snow, but Xiaomo, our five holy beasts really can't afford it.

Four consecutive eras have not returned to the peak realm, the curse of heaven and earth on Xuanwu's big brother has not been lifted, if the choice goes wrong, not only you and me, but also the white tiger and the vermilion bird will be completely destroyed. ”

Qinglong sighed softly, and his eyes were fixed on Qingyanghuan who was wrapped in black smoke, and Qingyanghuan's figure could still be seen dimly in the black fog.

"It depends on whether the human race in front of us can survive this catastrophe......"

......

Turtle Buxian rushed out of the God King Palace, crashed through the void barrier of the Guiru World, although Uncle Turtle is a turtle, but the speed is not slow at all, it only took ten days to cross the starry sky and enter the Spirit Vine Star Domain.

The Holy Yan Heavenly Maiden took the talisman brought by the Turtle Buxian and pressed it on the center of her eyebrows, and suddenly there were ripples in the spiritual world.

"The third Jialuo reappeared, go to the senior brother and sister, and help me kill the third Jiazun. ”

A ray of purple light manifested in the spiritual world, and Qing Yanghuan's voice was a little eager, and the words fell, dissipating directly into nothingness.