Fantasy: My Brothers Are All Sons Of Fortune

Just when I was about to ask Cang Wudao, suddenly at the border of the forbidden area, in front of the empty place, there was a burst of ripples in the air, and an old man with white beard and hair suddenly appeared there.

My Divine Sense roughly sensed the other party's aura, and determined that the other party was an imperial powerhouse. Before I took back Divine Sense, The next moment, my whole body couldn't move, and was firmly locked in place by this old man.

"Is that what you're talking about?"

Cang Wudao nodded expressionlessly, and said lightly: "Yes!"

So, at the next moment, I saw the old man raise one palm and suck it at me.

My body slid uncontrollably in front of the old man, he lifted my body like nothing, and then disappeared in place out of thin air.

And at that time, I was just a flash in front of my eyes,

When I looked at things clearly again, I found that this was an environment I had never seen before. On the huge plain, there were people in gray robes coming and going everywhere. They were all busy carrying things, and some of them looked strange Some of the stones are rough and others are finely polished.

A pair of enthusiasm, full of energy.

When my Divine Sense checked, I discovered that these so-called grey-robed porters were all king-level powerhouses.

Let me have a scene similar to when I was a mortal in the past, the neighbor next door wanted to build a house, and before construction, various materials entered the site.

The old man didn't stop, took me a few vertical leaps, and disappeared in place.

When he stopped, he came to the other side of the flat land, where there were rows of large houses. The old man entered one of them, threw me to a person, and said to the person: "This person handles it. , The news came that this person has been in Sect for almost 20 years, and he has not been discovered for so many years. He may have some treasures. In short, try to keep his soul as complete as possible."

"Haha, Mr. Fang, you are still worried about my craftsmanship."

While the two were talking, I looked at the whole huge room, the whole room was very monotonous, and there were not many furnishings, but at the other end of the room, there were neat piles of white jade bricks.

In front of the old man, there was a long table with a palm-wide groove on the surface, and there seemed to be a formation halo flowing in the groove.

I also felt that the old man who spoke in this room is also a strong man in the imperial realm.

After the old Fang who brought me here left,

That person didn't want to do anything to me, but put me aside, because there were two other people standing still like me, a man and a woman.

What followed was the most horrifying scene I have ever seen in my life, and it was also a scene that subverted my world view. The bloody scene was placed in front of me abruptly, and I didn't even have the right to close my eyes.

I saw that the old man was holding a half-curved butcher's knife in his hand, and it was being ground on a black stone on the table, causing sparks to fly and chirping.

After half a ring, it seemed that the knife had been sharpened.

Raising his hand, he placed the woman in the first place on the table, and the knife in his hand was spinning rapidly, dancing directly into an afterimage of the knife's light.

The flesh on the woman lying on the table is disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye in a certain order.

But the place where the woman's head was leaning was indeed facing mine.

Although she didn't even have the ability to move her eyelids, I could read her terrified wailing, fear, unwillingness and sorrow from her terrified eyes.

Two lines of clear tears fell silently from the bright and clear eyes, until the flesh and blood on the face and the eyes disappeared.

All this at that time made my brain go blank, my heart seemed to have stopped beating, and a deep sense of suffocation filled my whole breath.

I think I am also the kind of person who kills without blinking an eye, but I never thought that I would kill a person like this, killing a full half an hour.

The moment I came back to my senses, fear instantly covered my whole body. I thought of my next self. Looking at them was like watching my next fate. I don't want to look, but my body and even my eyelids don't even have the right to move.

It wasn't until the last woman turned into a living human skeleton that the damn devil stopped.

Then this damn guy took out a square box from the storage ring, pointed at the woman's head, just sucked it, and I saw the woman's primordial spirit emerge from the head, dying Struggling desperately against the suction of the box.

But how could the primordial spirit of a king-level powerhouse be the opponent of a king-level powerhouse? It didn't take long before he was sucked into the square box.

When all this was done, before it was over, a strange black flame appeared in the old man's palm.

Suspend the bloody human-shaped skeleton directly above the black flames, chanting words.

After a few minutes, I saw that the skeleton began to condense, deform, and fuse, and finally formed a white jade-colored brick.

This is where it all ends.

The old man raised his hand and flicked it, and the white jade bricks flew towards the other side of the house, adding another piece to the pile of white jade bricks that had been piled up in rows.

"Fuck!"

Yang Xuan exclaimed when he heard this. At this time, the butt seemed to be on fire, and it bounced off the stool.

He looked at the white jade stool he usually sat on, then looked at the armrest, turned his head and looked at the whole Great Hall, and the white jade buildings that appeared everywhere in the past, flashing across his mind.

Now he feels that no matter where he sits or stands, he feels weak.

"The system is completely shielded within ten feet of Fang Yuan."

"Ding! Received!"

Yang Xuan turned his head to Yang Yun again and said: "Follow me, don't leave my range of ten feet, you continue within ten feet. From today on, I will be doing Closed Door Training on the grass."

After saying that, Yang Xuan walked outside and came to a garden behind the Great Hall.

Yang Yun also understood why Yang Xuan was like this, and after a reply, he followed up and continued:

It was also after the old man finished all this that I noticed that the groove on the table was shining with red light, and the blood on the body was all concentrated in that groove, and flowed to the table along the direction. In a one-foot-square dark red box next to it.

It's such a small box, but it seems like it will never be filled. It reminds me of those people who collect blood around the Golden Ring.

In this way, after the old man finished all this, it was finally the turn of the man next to me. Although I couldn't see his gaze, I could imagine that he was not much stronger than I estimated.

In order to survive, I can only turn to the heavenly soul bead for help, cut off a small part of the soul, entrusted it to the heavenly soul bead, and even moved the memory to the incomplete soul.

The heavenly soul bead turned into a trace of undetectable soul dust, followed this soul, and was sealed in that box.