The start is full of luck, I am invincible

Guixu took out a hammer from the ring.

Then he raised it high, and the size of the hammer suddenly increased.

Then hit it hard.

"Boom!"

The ground shook and the ground collapsed instantly.

The speed of the collapse was very fast, and the monks who were practicing in closed doors were buried alive in an instant.

But next second.

"boom!"

The vitality of heaven and earth rioted, instantly turning the gravel into gas.

A middle-aged man dressed in white and looking very chic stepped on the flying sword from the ground and flew up.

He is Bai Zeyang, the contemporary head of Haoran Sect.

"Who are you?"

Bai Zeyang asked with a frown.

The man with the hammer in front of him was obviously just a cultivator of transformation, but it gave him a sense of danger.

Guixu grinned: "Dead!"

After saying that, a golden light shot out from his mouth.

Bai Zeyang waved his hand, and the giant hand transformed from the vitality of heaven and earth immediately flew out the golden light bullet.

Its body was exposed, a flying sword as small as a needle.

"Hee hee, there are two tricks."

Guixu said with a hippie smile.

"You did it?"

At this time, Bai Zeyang saw the corpses of Xia Bo and two other disciples, and his face suddenly became gloomy.

"I did it, you hit me."

Guixu laughed and said.

Bai Zeyang stopped talking nonsense and made a bold move.

Only by fully grasping the vitality of heaven and earth can one refine the emptiness.

Although Bai Zeyang has only entered the Void Refining Stage for a short time, his strength is not something that a cultivator of Huashen can touch porcelain.

But only a quarter of an hour later.

Bai Zeyang vomited blood, fell to his knees, and couldn't lift his strength.

On the other hand, Guixu was just a little out of breath.

"The refining monks in the garbage world are also garbage."

Guixu laughed and said.

"You are not from our world, you are a monk from other worlds."

Bai Zeyang clutched his chest, which was already soaked in blood.

"Correct answer, but no prize."

Guixu laughed and drew out his sword.

Bai Zeyang was beheaded with a sword, and before he died, his face was full of unwillingness.

Guixu came to the ground, forcibly pulled out the ray of luck from the ground, and then absorbed it.

"really not bad."

Guixu soared into the sky, looked at those sect disciples and said with a smile: "In order to prevent you from revealing my whereabouts, please die generously."

"boom!"

Guixu threw the small hammer out, and it became bigger and bigger.

The entire Hao Ranzong was smashed into ruins in an instant.

Those monks were all smashed into blood mist, not even their bodies were left behind.

Chapter 125

World No. 1.

Many cultivators who were ejected from the Sky Swallowing Whale fell to their deaths.

They were already extremely weak, their spiritual energy was dry, and they couldn't fly at all.

But there are still some monks with spiritual power who survived. Although they can't last a long time, it is enough to buffer before landing.

Yuan Jianren could have survived.

But because of being stared at by Ye Haotian, he lost all his spiritual power, so he fell to his death tragically.

Before he died, he was still staring. He had a secret to tell!

The real death will never rest in peace.

And Su Qi and others planned to go to the west.

Flowing luck is in that direction.

……

West, Kek Lok Si Temple.

On the top of the temple sits a young man.

There are countless monks clasped their hands below, glaring at the young man angrily.

That is their main hall!

And this young man sat on top openly, completely ignoring everyone.

If it weren't for the fact that they couldn't beat them, these monks would all want to go up to the physical level.

"Benefactor Xiao, can you please come down first?"

A monk with white beard and hair said helplessly.

He is Bodhidharma, the abbot of Kek Lok Si Temple.

Kek Le Temple is the No. 1 world-class power, and anyone who takes the position of a young man will be bombarded and killed by them.

But this young man can't.

Because he is the No. 1 world's number one genius in all ages—Xiao Qiufeng!

He is also the Son of Destiny of World No. 1.

At the same time, Xiao Qiufeng is also the eldest disciple of the only super first-class sect - Star Hall.

With the blessing of triple identities, basically no one dared to touch him.

And ordinary geniuses are really just ordinary in front of him.

After cultivating for more than a hundred years, Xiao Qiufeng has become a great power in the body.

There are many rumors that he is the reincarnation of an immortal, so he can practice so fast, there is no bottleneck at all.

If there is no accident, he will directly rush into the Mahayana realm in the past two years, becoming the youngest Mahayana monk in history.

Xiao Qiufeng leaned lazily on the resplendent bricks and tiles, and said lightly: "Monk Bodhidharma, why don't you borrow this wretched place of yours to sit for a while? You must be stingy."

Bodhidharma is the abbot of the Jile Temple, and he is also a strong man in the Mahayana period. How can ordinary monks dare to talk to him like this?

Bodhidharma showed a look of helplessness on his face, he didn't feel angry at all, but said: "Benefactor Xiao, if you want to sit, you can sit anywhere, there is no need to sit there, right?"

"The sun is good here."

Xiao Qiufeng narrowed his eyes slightly: "I'm talking, I can better observe the changes in luck here, and I'm here to prevent the luck of our world from being stolen. You should thank me."

"Xiao Qiufeng, who are you lying to? You can't see how to observe luck. You can observe it more clearly when you sit on top of our hall?"

At this time, a middle-aged monk couldn't help but said loudly.

And Xiao Qiufeng didn't even bother to talk to him.

I didn't pay attention to it at all.

"Abbot, beat this kid down."

The middle-aged monk couldn't help but said to Bodhidharma.

"Oh, let him do it."

Dharma shook his head and said.

The monks didn't understand why Bodhidharma indulged Xiao Qiufeng so much.

Only he knows that this is connivance?

Xiao Qiufeng crossed borders and beheaded Mahayana monks when he first got together. This is a real evildoer.

Endure as much as you can, this is the consensus of all sects.

After all, there is the Hall of Stars behind him, and his own strength is still so terrifying.

No one can bear it once revenge begins.

At this moment, Xiao Qiufeng's eyes suddenly opened, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "There are really people who dare to steal luck."

In the next second, his figure disappeared from the spot and appeared a hundred miles away.

The five monks sneaked here to steal luck a little bit.

The luck in this radius of hundreds of miles is so strong that it is unbelievable.

But they only dared to steal at the edge.

"What world number?"

Xiao Qiufeng asked lazily.

The sudden sound startled the five of them, and they turned around quickly.

"Go!"

one of them exclaimed.

"Certainly."

Xiao Qiufeng snapped his fingers.

Time within 100 meters freezes instantly.

Everything stops.

Wrap the five monks who are ready to do it.

Xiao Qiufeng walked over slowly and took away four lives.

Then it was back to where it was.

"verb: move."

Xiao Qiufeng snapped his fingers again.

"Plop, plop, plop, plop..."

There were four falling sounds in a row.

Four of the five monks fell to the ground and lost their vitality.

The fighting spirit of the remaining monk was instantly disintegrated. From his perspective, the opposite party just snapped his fingers, and his four companions died suddenly!

"Forgive me!"

The monk begged for mercy.