Emperor of Nine Suns

Shi Yuyan really didn't know what to say to Chu Chen.

I can’t see through this guy anyway!

At this time, a familiar voice came from the side, "Senior Sister Shi, Senior Brother Chu, you two haven't started smoking yet. I'm going to try my luck first, just as a way to attract others."

When Chu Chen turned around, he saw that Lan Xuan had left Duan Ji at some point and returned to everyone.

Zhou Lin looked frightened, "Senior Brother Lan, why did you run to that peerless old devil just now?"

"Don't be afraid, he and I are close friends, he will not hurt me."

Lan Xuan had a pretentious look on his face, and he looked inscrutable.

"But why does Senior Brother Lan give his best friend a hammer on his legs and back, and often kneel down?"

Faced with Zhou Lin's doubts, Lan Xuan awkwardly said "cough, cough" twice, "Lottery, lucky draw."

Lan Xuan rubbed his palms and gradually took out white talismans from the storage ring.

At a glance, there were actually thirty white talismans!

"If you want to play, play big. The ancient god Amitabha bless me and help me make a fortune this time and draw a legendary magic weapon..."

Lan Xuan muttered words, made a gesture with his palms in front of him that looked neither Taoist nor Buddhist, then grabbed ten treasure talismans and injected spiritual power into them at the same time.

A brilliant light blue light suddenly burst out, raising a violent blue cloud.

After the cloud passed away, Lan Xuan's hands were...empty!

"What a trap!"

Lan Xuan cursed secretly, rubbed his hands again, and grabbed a handful of ten white talismans to inject spiritual power into them.

The aura exploded and the clouds rose.

This time, when the strong cloud gradually dispersed, Lan Xuan felt his hand sink suddenly!

Um?

Before the smile on his face could bloom, when the thing in his hand appeared in front of his eyes, Lan Xuan's face suddenly turned the color of bitter melon.

At this time, he had two treasures in his hands.

One was a broken sword that was more than half corroded. The broken sword was so badly corroded that it was almost impossible to tell what color it was.

Another treasure is an iron ring with one corner missing. A large spotted python is carved on the iron ring.

However, the two fangs of the piebald python were broken at some point, and their spiritual energy was completely lost. Such treasures cannot be called treasures at all. I am afraid that their ancient materials are still of some use.

What kind of luck is this?

"Why does the Beiming Breaking Formation Group throw all kinds of rubbish into the treasure pool? Can such things be considered treasures? Really... Amitabha, the ancient gods, bless me and bless my disciples to draw good things for the last time. From now on, the disciples will surely have a constant flow of incense. ah!"

Lan Xuan muttered a few words, clasped his hands together and bowed in all directions with great piety, and once again grabbed ten white talismans and injected them with spiritual power.

Zhou Lin on the side was extremely nervous for him.

The dazzling blue aura surged, and after the aura flashed... there was still nothing in his hand!

"Alas, it seems that trying your luck is doomed to be unreliable."

Lan Xuan sighed helplessly. Although the dark-colored man was slightly disappointed, he didn't look very depressed.

This kid has always been very open-minded about this kind of thing, so soon his attention turned to the girls in white who were wandering around the square.

Zhou Lin couldn't help but roll her eyes.

The old monk Xuan Ke, who had been silent all this time, watched the monks around him draw the lottery with great interest, but the one he cared about most was Chu Chen.

However, Chu Chen never made a move to draw the treasure. He seemed to be just like Xuan Ke, determined to be a spectator.

He calmly observed the behavior of everyone in the square,

Watching the white treasure talismans in the hands of monks disappear one after another, and the light groups inside the white light mask are getting smaller and smaller.

Until the end, almost most of the monks had given up the idea of ​​trying their luck in the white treasure pool.

The chance of getting it out is too high. If you use ten white treasure talismans, you can usually draw one or two treasures, which is considered lucky.

Moreover, the treasures that almost everyone drew were junk with a very high damage rate, so most people soon lost interest and lost the white treasure talisman.

"Senior Brother Chu, why don't you use the white treasure talisman in your hand? I think they are going to close the white treasure pool soon!"

While Lan Xuan's sneaky eyes kept looking at the girls in white, he didn't forget to care about Chu Chen's luck.

However, he found that Chu Chen beside him had not yet made a move, so he couldn't help but whisper a reminder.

Lan Xuan was curious about what Chu Chen could draw?

At this time, there were only a few monks drawing treasures from the white treasure pool, and only half of the treasures in the treasure pool were left.

After hearing this, Chu Chen lowered his head and thought for a while, then nodded randomly, with a flash of light in his eyes, he picked up a white talisman and started to activate his spiritual power.

The spiritual light is dense and the clouds are rising.

After the light flashed, no treasure appeared.

Chu Chen was not discouraged. His movements were neither hasty nor slow, and he slowly injected spiritual power into one talisman after another.

All 14 talismans were used up, but his hand was still empty and nothing was drawn.

"Hey, Senior Brother Chu's luck is even worse than mine. I managed to draw two trash, but you didn't draw any."

Lan Xuan grinned. He originally thought that this magical senior brother would have another miracle, but he didn't expect such a result.

I was vaguely relieved, I wasn't the only one who was unlucky in the meeting.

Everyone is pretty much the same.

So Lan Xuan, who was relieved, ignored Chu Chen and shifted his attention to Zhao Xueer in front of the square.

"Senior Brother Chu, how old do you think this deputy leader of the Beiming Formation Breaking Group is?"

Chu Chen ignored him. What was he thinking?

"Senior Brother Chu, I think this girl can't really be only thirteen or fourteen years old. Could it be that she has practiced some kind of secret method to stay young? Or maybe she simply took away the body of a little girl... That look in her eyes, She looks very wise and experienced, definitely not something a little girl can possess..."

Lan Xuan kept talking to himself.

"Lan Xuan, whether it's the beauty-preserving technique or the body-taking secret technique, you'd better not mess with her. You can't get close to that little girl."

Chu Chen slowly pulled out the last white talisman, held it in his hand, and took a deep breath.

"Senior Brother Chu, you only have the last treasure talisman left, so don't have any wishful thinking. This white treasure pool is simply a gimmick of the Beiming Formation Breaking Group. The good things there are not intended to be given to others."

Lan Xuan shook his head vigorously, signaling Chu Chen to stop struggling.

"Anyway, there is one last treasure talisman and one last chance. I will try my luck again."

Chu Chen smiled lightly, folded his hands, and gently covered the white talisman in his palm.

With a flash of inspiration, the treasure talisman in Chu Chen's hand disappeared!

Rumble…

In an instant, the entire square was illuminated with aura, and a thick cloud of light spread out from the white light shield.

The originally calm interior of the treasure pool began to boil violently like boiling water. Layers of cloud light quickly rotated, forming a huge vortex and flashing with dazzling light.

"What's going on? Why did there suddenly be such a big change in the treasure pool?"

"What's wrong?"