Chapter 562： Qi Luck Game

At this moment, two rays of light were seen flying across from the east and west.

After the establishment, it was Na Feitian and Leng Junxie.

In the sky at this moment, there stood a person, a demon, a demon, and a Shura.

Four pairs of eyes looked at each other for a moment.

Xue An raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a cold smile.

"It's really lively! Are the Shura and the Celestial Demons unwilling to be lonely?"

Fei Tian grinned, "Stop talking nonsense, this secret realm belongs to my Shura clan, get out of here!"

With that, when he raised his hand, a huge spear appeared in his hand, and then threw it at Xue An.

Xue An stood proudly and did not move.

And this flying spear carrying the supreme evil spirit before and after reaching him, it seemed to plunge into a thick mass of air, its speed suddenly slowed down, and after struggling to wriggle forward a few inches. .

The spear seemed to be overwhelmed, and Peng's sound turned into fragments.

But just as the two of them were fighting, Leng Junxie had already watched the right time and rushed straight to the door of luck.

In his opinion, winning luck first is more important than anything else. As for fighting, you can wait until later.

But when the door of luck was near, a figure suddenly appeared, blocking Leng Junxie's path.

"Sorry, this is nowhere!" Hu Ye said lightly.

"Looking for death!" Leng Junxie snorted angrily, waving his hand is a powerful handprint of the demon.

Hu Ye turned slightly to avoid the blow, and was about to fight back.

But seeing in all directions, there are a lot of streamers flying in.

Xue An said coldly: "Advanced Secret Realm, otherwise it would be terrible if it was seized by the monk just now!"

Fox Ye was slightly startled, just waiting to say yes.

The big handprint that Leng Junxie had just waved had already blasted on the door of luck.

There was no sound, not even the slightest vibration.

On this day, the big handprint of the demon melted like ice and snow, and then the door of luck released a bright light.

A powerful force of luck rose to the sky.

Without waiting for Leng Junxie's reaction, a golden light directly dragged him into the door and disappeared.

It is exactly the same as the disappearance of the Venerable Suffering Zen.

"Huh, what's the matter?" Xue Angang said softly.

Hu Ye's face turned pale, and finally remembered something, and exclaimed, "It's a chess game of Qi Luck! We are all wrong. This time, what opened this time is not an ordinary secret of Qi Luck, and the game of Qi Luck!"

Lucky chess game? A trace of doubt just rose in Xue An's heart.

Seeing a golden light bursting apart, it directly entangled Xue An, Huye and others, dragging them to the gate of luck.

And among the powerful men who rushed over afterwards, some were pulled into the door of luck, and for a while, there were roars of surprise.

But no matter how high the cultivation level is, they can't resist this golden light power.

Because this has nothing to do with the strength of the cultivation base, but this golden light has already involved a trace of the power of the laws of the heavens.

The strong may change days and days, but they cannot resist the power of the law.

Only a few people such as Xue An can achieve that they are not governed by the law, but they have not yet reached the point where they are completely out of the law.

However, although Xue An could break free of this golden light, after seeing the divine thought that Fox Yedu came to.

Xue An gave up resistance, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, letting the golden light drag him into the door of luck.

Because it was clearly stated in the divine mind that Fox Yedu came to.

With each catastrophe, the luck of the 10,000 races will be reshuffled, and the mystery will be opened.

But at very special times, the power of Qi Luck will become extremely powerful for various reasons. At this time, it is no longer the secret of Qi Luck, but a chess game of Qi Luck.

And the chess pieces... are the heavens and ten thousand races!

If he can win in this Qi Luck chess game, his clan can stand out among the heavens and thousands of clan, and his person can become the world's overlord.

Because of this, the bitter meditation and Leng Junxie and others will be dragged into the door of luck.

Because they represent the various races of the heavens.

After swallowing enough people, the gate of luck disappeared after a few flashes.

The remaining strong men looked at each other, and they couldn't help showing a look of horror, because they had no idea what had just happened.

at the same time.

In that luck chess game.

Xue An slowly opened his eyes.

There is muddy ground underneath, and the venomous sun above.

There was a strange smell in the air.

That is the damp odor left by the rain after the scorching sun evaporates, and it is mixed with a strong **** smell, which constitutes such a disgusting smell.

Xue An frowned slightly.

Because he found that his cultivation was actually suppressed by something.

But fortunately, Physique and Divine Mind are still there.

But where is this place?

When Xue An was in doubt, he heard a sharp breaking sound behind him, and someone scolded loudly.

"Asshole, who asked you to rest? Keep working on me!"

Xue An turned sideways slightly and avoided the blow. Looking back, he saw a tall soldier wearing a black breastplate carrying a whip in his hand and glaring at him.

At the same time, there was a hint of surprise on the soldier's face, as if he could not believe that he had avoided his whip.

"Oh, no wonder the kid dared to be so rampant, he could avoid Grandpa's whip, but slaves are slaves. Grandpa will let you know what a lesson is today!" The soldier showed a murderous face.

Because in his opinion, a slave dared to avoid his own whip. This is a huge blow to his prestige. If it is not handled properly, he will not be able to manage this group of prisoners in the future!

Xue looked quietly.

Although the cultivation base is temporarily unavailable, Xue An can crush this guy to death with just one finger of his incomparable physical strength.

And what Xue An is most puzzled now is what place it is.

Judging from the simple breastplate worn by this soldier, but with a symbol of solid armor, this place should be an ancient society with practitioners.

Not far away are a group of naked slaves with a dull look.

Xue An was interested in this weird place.

The soldier saw that Xue An was silent, thinking that he was frightened and stupid, so he grinned and wanted to pull his whip off.

At this moment, a thin young man in torn clothes ran over.

"My lord, calm down, my brother has suffered a head injury, and he can't remember many things! Please don't be like him!"

"Go away! What are you, dare to intercede in front of me!"

As he said, the soldier drew his whip on the young man's back. The tattered clothes were instantly torn off, and even the muddy skin was drawn with blood.

The boy trembled in pain, but his face showed a more flattering smile.

"My lord, calm down!"

The soldier grinned and said, "Okay, since you want to save him, then I will kill you first!"

After that, with a raised hand, the long whip was drawn toward the boy's face like a poisonous snake.

If this whip hits, the teenager will at least be blinded by one eye.

Many slaves bowed their heads with unbearable expressions.

But just as the soldier showed a tyrannical smile, a slender hand lightly grasped the whistling whip.