I am Really not a Child of Luck

Over the misty plains, there are no clouds, but there are thunder masterpieces.

The mighty power of thunder and lightning converged above the misty plain, refining the spiritual fog.

In the void, you can see the shadow of the ten great beasts soaring arrogantly, exuding terrible coercion.

Divine Lord Shengxiao shrouded in the thunderous light of Thunder, like a great shore under the gods, slamming Fang Qi.

At this time, he had already set up the Shenxiao formation to refine the spirit fog day and night.

The mist of the misty plains has been many times thinner, and even the depths of the plains can be seen faintly.

Both Lord Shenxiao and Bilian Tianzun felt very surprised, because this was unreasonably smooth.

Deep in the Misty Plains, there is a big demon who binds fairy vines into spirits. This is not a secret among the top powers of Donghuang.

But why hasn’t the Holy Land of Gods, which is adjacent to the Misty Plains, conquered the Misty Plains?

It is precisely because the immortal vine has been cultivating in the plain for thousands of years, and it has already been refined into a field.

Most of the Misty Plains are the territories of Fujimu Luji, which can be controlled at will.

The spirit mist released by Fujimu Lvji, even the minds of many saints, will be affected.

Coupled with the talented magical skill of Fujimu Lvji, you can travel freely throughout the misty plain.

Therefore, even if the holy saints shot, they may not be able to surrender, not to mention that she still hides the card of the blood bite of Xianxian.

Originally, in the eyes of Lord Shenxiao and Bilian Tianzun, ordinary saints had to break the fog array for at least a few months.

Although the Lord Xiaoxiao carried the ten Leidi Banners of the Holy Land, the means increased exponentially.

But it takes at least three days and three nights to break through the formation of Fujimu Lvji.

After all, this vast array of sky and fog has been reinforced for thousands of years.

And in the process of breaking the array, you have to avoid accidentally hurt Shen Tian.

But the two of them did not expect that this was only one day and one night.

The Great Fog Formation in the Misty Plains was almost refined and almost completely disappeared.

There is only one possibility: that is, the Great Fog Array has no more powerful hosts, and has become an unowned Array!

In fact, when urging Shenxiao to regenerate the spirit fog before, the Lord Shenxiao did not feel resistance.

Thinking of the Divine Lord, Xiaolin looked at Bilian Tianzun without speaking, but the meaning was already obvious.

Did you see that? This seat said that you don't need to worry at all.

Now we have to find Tian'er quickly and let him feel the warmth of the Holy Land.

A thousand-year-old brothers and sisters, an old Taoist priest can instantly understand.

But he was stubborn in his heart, even if the Misty Plains really changed?

You can guarantee that this change has something to do with Shen Tian, ​​can you be sure that Shen Tian is the last winner?

The old Taoist was a little sour in heart, and frankly said that he did not want Shen Tian to have an accident, nor did he want to get a chance.

Because he had already seen the scene recorded by Lord Shenxiao, the half apprentice Shen Tian was almost pushed away by himself.

The old Taoist thinks that Shen Tian is a bottomless hole to burn money, and the practice of salary and fire will definitely become more and more unlucky.

If it turns out that Shen Tian is the son of luck, and this experience has encountered a great opportunity.

Then this great chance has nothing to do with him again, he must not regret dying?

...

The eye contact between the Lord Shenxiao and the old Taoist priests, other people did not find clues.

Zhang Yunxi looked at the thinner and thinner spirit fog, and his eyes were very eager: "Father, can you go in?"

At this time, there was only a very thin spiritual fog left in the Misty Plain, and the impact on the monk was not obvious.

Lord Shenxiao nodded slightly: "This seat has sensed the specific location of Tian'er, you are waiting here."

The old Taoist eyeball turned, and according to the younger brother, this kid might have a chance!

Let me wait here, okay, son, you want to eat solitary food!

Thinking of this, the old Taoist Yizheng said in words: "Senior Brother, you have a great injury to the formation of the Fa."

"According to the old saying, you still stay in the mist city and rest in peace, let brother and I go to find the nephew!"

The Lord Shenxiao looked at the old Taoist indifferently. What kind of abacus is there in his brother's heart?

If the goods were to be picked up by Shen Tian, ​​there would be no danger. I am afraid that a piece of amnesia Dan Shen Tian could not escape!

Thinking of this, Holy Lord Sheng Xiao said indifferently: "Why, although this seat has lost its vitality."

"But it only takes a few years to recover, and it is totally worth it to save the sky!"

"This little thing, I don't need to tell Tian'er, the plan makes him worry."

After speaking, Lord Shenxiao looked at the old Taoist: "This seat has sensed the position of Tian'er, so I will pick him up."

Saying that the Lord Shenxiao cast a fairy light, rolled up Zhang Yunxi and flew deep into the misty plain.

The old Taoist scolded the old fox, and his body turned into a golden light to catch up.

Only Qin Yundi, Grandpa Gui and others stayed in place, relieved.

"It's worthy of being a senior son, actually letting the holy Lord spare no loss of resources to save him."

"The fairy fairy is the fairy fairy. He broke into the depths of the misty plain alone, without any damage."

"Mist City suddenly released the siege, and it was really the hand of the fairy master, and the fairy master's methods are truly amazing!"

"The Lord made his own shot, His Royal Highness was saved, and the Lady of the Concubine Lan should be smiling at the Spirit of Heaven!"

...

The words were divided into two ends, deep in the misty plain.

Shen Tian had left the valley abruptly and came to a flat ground.

A red flame was burning in front of him, swaying quietly on the ground.

Yes, that flame was the original fragment of Nanming's fire, and it was also the last fragment that Shen Tian searched for.

On this day and night, Lord Shenxiao was working hard to refine the spiritual fog, and Shen Tian was not idle.

He swept through the misty valley thoroughly to ensure no leaks.

Then, began to collect Nanming from the fire.

When Qianyang Jianzun fell, the debris of Nanming's fire origin splashed.

Most of the debris fell near the valley, and Shen Tian could feel it.

Relying on the guidance of the fire within the body, Shen Tian quickly found a group of sources of Nanming fire.

The group in front of him was the last source he could sense.

Shen Tian carefully refined this group of fire from Nanming.

A special energy surged all over the body.

Shen Tian can feel that the flame in his heart is getting hotter.

Among the five elements, the fire element corresponds to the heart, but the organ that supplies the blood.

At this time, the heart was quenched from the fire, and Shen Tian could feel that his blood became stronger than before!

At this time, he even felt like he could try to fight against the real fairy!

Of course, try to die.

...

Shen Tian took out a wooden box from Cang Ming Jie.

The box was filled with bones, and the whole body was golden.

These bones are as hard as the sacred gold, and they also exude true rhythm of kendo.

According to Shen Tian's guess, this should be the broken bone left when Qianyang Jianzun fell.

After all, Shen Tian inherited part of Nanming from the fire, and Yu Qingyu should help him build a tomb.

Therefore, in the process of collecting Nanming's fire, he also collected residual bones.

Dig out the earthen pit in the same place with bite vine and bury the box.

Then Shen Tian found another stone and cut it into long strips.

Holding the lotus shooter gun, Shen Tian wrote the six large characters "Tomb of Qianyang Jianzun" on the stone surface.

Beside these six large characters, he wrote a small column: the fate of Shen Tianli.

Take your legacy and bury you in the tomb, and no one will owe this Son to you!

Shen Tian was trying to relax, and suddenly he seemed to think of something.

No, this is too cautious, how can you leave a name!

What if Qianyang Jianzun has an enemy, see the tombstone?

When the time comes, the Holy Son inherits the inheritance of Qianyang Jianzun, Yin Yin Shengzi?

Didn’t the son of the holy son push the thunder for Zhao Hao? No, no, it's too dangerous.

Thinking of this, Shen Tian changed the "Shen Tian" from "Fate of People Shen Tianli" to "Zhao Hao".

Well, this looks much better.

But it’s not right~www.wuxiaspot.com~ So this son is not Brother Zhao?

Shen Tian stared at the stele with his chin held, and there was a moment of tangle.

...

At this moment, a silver figure suddenly blasted over the plain.

Behind her, a huge thunder and white tiger vision appeared, exuding a rage.

"Demon, how dare you **** the mask I gave to the younger brother, what's wrong with you?"

"Hurry up and hand over my younger brother, otherwise this saint will never end with you!"

The voice had just sounded, and the powerful woman had already arrived.

She punched like a tiger down the mountain, struck Shen Tian!

At the moment when she punched her fist, Hunyuan Shenlei shrouded her body, and the whole person was like a tiger.

This person is not Zhang Yunxi, who else can it be?