Fantasy: The group leader of the opening system, the queen of counterattack!

In the virtual cave full of murderous intentions.

Ye Lang quickly explained the special nature of the Nasheng box, and Qing Buhui and the others immediately relaxed their resistance and asked Ye Lang to put them in the box.

In the blink of an eye, Qing Buhui, Coachman Lei, and Huangfu Shi had already been taken in by Ye Lang.

But in this short moment that can be ignored in normal times, the power of constant rules that protects Ye Lang's body has already been strangled by rules countless times.

The gray silk threads became dim and tended to break.

As expected of being the son of luck, Huangfumo finally showed his advantage at this time.

He was the last one who hadn't been included in the receiving box, but he was extremely lucky not to be strangled by the power of the rules in the void.

"Come in."

Ye Lang felt something was wrong, the heart of the ancestral demon might not be able to completely protect him.

Huangfumo didn't dare to delay, let go of his defense, and was about to be sucked in by the Nasheng box.

But at this moment, a bright yellow light bloomed on his chest, which directly shook the Nasheng box open.

"what happened?"

Ye Lang was shocked, and saw a key flying out of the bright yellow light, floating towards Huangfumo's feet.

Immediately afterwards, a panicked bell rang, as if it had come across the ages, and the breath of the years that washed away sounded.

When the bell rang, the space around Huangfu Mo and Ye Lang was suppressed for a while, and the violent and crazy forces of various rules, like meeting a big boss, calmed down obediently.

"This is…"

"Suppression rules!"

"Is it?"

Ye Lang was stunned for a moment, then became a little excited.

Futian Ancestral God!

Could it be that the inheritance of Futian's ancestor god is actually in this void?
Ye Lang held his breath and stared at Huangfumo's feet. After the Futian key fell completely to Huangfumo's feet, it seemed to be inserted somewhere.

next moment.

The bell disappeared, and a huge hole was opened in the hollow space of Huangfu Mo's footsteps.

The endless bright yellow force of suppressing rules flowed out and gathered in the void, forming a phantom.

This phantom is only the size of an ordinary person, but exudes a boundless majestic aura.

He just stands here, the rules of the riot in the virtual cave, but everyone seems to bow their heads.

Even the power of constant change and rules wrapped around Ye Lang's body also tightened intermittently.

I want to go back to the heart of the ancestral demon.

There is no doubt that there has been only one person with such coercion throughout the ages!

Futian Ancestral God!

In ancient times, the strongest ancestor god!

What happened suddenly made Huangfu Mo a little confused, he stared blankly at the shadow of Fu Tian who was closest to him, and was speechless for a while.

Ye Lang didn't dare to speak. Facing such a big boss, even he dared not offend him now.

Who knows if this phantom has the spiritual wisdom of the ancestor God Futian.

If you say something wrong and cause some bad consequences, it will be over for you.

At this time.

Futian Xuying's eyes first fell on Huangfumo, and he nodded slightly.

Then he pointed out a finger lightly, and Huangfumo's figure fell from under his feet and disappeared.

Ye Lang frowned, and just about to say something, Fu Tian Xuying turned and looked at him.

"Do not be nervous."

"He is my chosen one, and he has gone to accept my inheritance."

Fu Tian opened his mouth, and there was a breath of time in his majestic voice.

When Ye Lang heard this, he immediately felt relieved.

"It was exactly as I expected!"

"Xiaomo, this guy is worthy of being the son of luck. His luck is against the heavens."

"and many more…"

"Futian Ancestor God said that Xiao Mo was his chosen one. Could it be that the reason why Xiao Mo is the son of luck is actually because of this?"

In his heart, he felt emotion at first, and then his thoughts moved, and he had some guesses.

The theory of qi luck is actually illusory, and Ye Lang can't figure out the specific principle of qi for the time being.

But Futian's cultivation was so strong that he was far beyond what he could spy on. If Huangfumo was really the one he chose, then the monstrous luck on him would be understandable.

"You think right. He was indeed selected by me, so he has great luck."

Futian Xuying spoke again, but it surprised Ye Lang.

He was a little apprehensive and asked:
"Senior...can you see through the kid's thoughts?"

"Hehe, of course not."

"People's hearts are the most elusive thing in this world, even more obscure than rules."

"Even if I was unable to perceive all the thoughts in the hearts of living beings before I was alive, how can I be able to do it now that a ray of thought is transformed into a phantom."

"It's just that you have reached a certain level of cultivation, and you always have a special perception of everything in this universe. From your expression, you can guess a thing or two."

Futian Xuying explained something with a half-smile.

Only then did Ye Lang breathe a sigh of relief.

But then, he had another big doubt.

That's why Fu Tian phantom, who suddenly appeared, wants to talk to him so much?
The inheritor, it seems that it is not him.

Ye Lang didn't hold back, and asked immediately.

Futian Xuying's eyes were deep, although slightly blurred, it still made Ye Lang feel great pressure.

"Because you are the only variable in the universe."

Futian Xuying stared at him and replied.

This sentence made Ye Lang sweat instantly.

Although he doesn't know what Futian's words mean, Ye Lang can understand the word variable!

variable…

Of course he is a variable!

Because he is not a creature of this universe at all, but a traveler!

"Does he even know that?"

Ye Lang was shocked, he didn't know how to speak for a moment, he opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

"Don't worry, I have already truly fallen, and I have no malice towards you."

"On the contrary, you are the hope."

Futian Xuying spoke again, which shocked Ye Lang but also made him feel confused.

"Senior, what do you mean?"

Ye Lang asked.

But Futian Zushen Xuying stopped answering, just raised his head and remained silent for a while.

Ye Lang couldn't help being a little speechless.

These big guys, if you have anything to say, can you explain it clearly.

Still looking up at the sky, this is not the time to pretend to be melancholy...

Why is he still in this empty hole!
Can you take him away first?
Futian Xuying was silent for an unknown amount of time, maybe a long time, maybe just a few breaths.

He turned his head and pointed in one direction.

"Walk over there, and you will be able to get out of the empty hole."

As soon as the words fell, his figure slowly dissipated until he disappeared completely.

The gap where Huangfu Mo was originally standing was also restored.

Boom boom boom!
The power of the rules of the riot came again, and Ye Lang was completely sure.

Futian phantom, really waved away!

Did not take a cloud!
"Gan!"

"Co-authored and took Xiao Mo away, completely ignoring me, right?"

Ye Lang was so depressed in his heart, he quickly urged the heart of the ancestral demon to protect himself.

In desperation, he could only move his figure and head towards the direction Futian Ancestral God Phantom just pointed to.