I have an altar of luck

Even Mo Luo didn't know how to describe Chen Yuan's luck. Sure enough, he had a great secret and could always find what he wanted at critical moments.

It's not appropriate to describe it only as the favor of heaven.

"Thousands of years old, Yinfeng refines the gods!"

Chen Yuan nodded slightly.

Obviously, this thing is very likely to have something to do with the evil sect before, so it is no wonder that he is willing to leave this place, and the same is true after the Wusheng sect takes over.

It is obvious that they know that this tree is a good thing.

As for Mo Luo's yin wind refining gods, it is more in line with his wishes. As long as he reaches the peak of refining gods, he can start looking for treasures that break through the Yang gods.

When he breaks through Yangshen, his combat power will definitely reach a terrifying level.

"The heart of the tree is useful to you, and the tree and the pool of blood below it are also useful to the poor monk. The benefactor really came at the right time." Mo Luo smiled faintly.

His injuries are not serious, but this does not mean that he has recovered. In fact, he is still far behind. There are so many blood essences here for him to swallow, even if he can't completely heal, he probably will be almost the same.

Chen Yuan's "luck" is indeed terrible. He once thought that he would have to spend decades to cultivate, but in just a year or so, he had hope to recover.

Saved an unknown amount of time.

"Since that's the case, then take the heart of this tree, and the two of us will leave here."

"No."

"Ok?"

Chen Yuan turned his gaze to Mo Luo, with a slight intention of exploring.

"The soul tree heart must be removed and refined immediately, otherwise, the yin energy will gradually dissipate and the essence will be lost within a quarter of an hour at most. Coupled with the continuous condensing of this blood essence, the time may be even shorter."

"Is there some..."

"It doesn't matter, there is a poor monk here, and there will be no news about it." Mo Luo smiled lightly, revealing an extremely powerful self-confidence, even if he wanted to, he could suppress everyone here in a short time.

But Chen Yuan didn't want to alarm Jingtai, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble.

Now that Mo Luo made a move, Chen Yuan could rest assured, and immediately stopped hesitating, nodded and said:

"Okay, then follow the words of the seniors."

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the ghost tree. Although it is a spiritual wood, it is not very strong. Under Chen Yuan's strong physique, it is not much stronger than tofu.

No need to grope and search, when Chen Yuan closed his hand, he grabbed a blood-red thing in his hand, which was beating slightly, very similar to a human heart.

The only difference is that what is escaping from the blood soul wood is a strong and almost insoluble Yin Qi.

He didn't say much, and didn't want to waste time. He sat down cross-legged and began to refine the Blood Soul Wood. After entering the ground, he hardly touched it.

It is already in its heyday, even if it saves the time of recuperation, it doesn't matter.

Of course, the most important reason is not to delay for too long, so as not to lose the essence of the blood soul wood.

A trace of determination flashed in Chen Yuan's eyes, refine this thing, and survive the catastrophe!

Mo Luo smiled faintly, and with a wave of his hand, an invisible force directly enveloped the entire cave, and then, he jumped up and came to the ghost tree.

After the blood soul tree was taken away, the ghost tree began to shrink visible to the naked eye, and the bark became more and more dry, but as Mo Luo pointed out, the blood pool below began to quickly converge towards the ghost tree.

At the same time, after being refined by the ghost tree, he was swallowed by Mo Luo who was sitting cross-legged.

The engulfment started, and a series of lingering ghosts began to condense, their eyes were full of madness and hatred, and they wanted to tear Chen Yuan and Mo Luo apart with their teeth and claws.

……

……

Inside Luochen Mountain, in front of Chen Family Village.

Gu Tianqiong, Li Kuangxiu, and Sima Che stood in the air, their spiritual thoughts enveloped the entire Chenjia Village, the billowing black clouds began to dissipate, and the roar exploded in the void.

The men, women and children of Chenjia Village walked out of the courtyard one after another, looking up at the sky, their eyes full of horror.

In the decades since they were born here, they have never seen such a scene. It is so terrifying that they can't help but have a fearful thought in their hearts.

"This place has been blocked, Wu Daozi, you can't escape!"

Sima Che snorted coldly, and his voice was rolling, resounding throughout the world.

On the lake on the mountain behind Chenjiacun, Wu Daozi, who was somewhat hunched over, sighed softly, shook his head slowly, and said to himself:

"Finally found..."

However, he lives in seclusion here and has erased all traces. Only Chen Huaiyi and Chen Yuan know that he is here, but Wu Daozi believes that they will not disturb him.

So……

Who leaked the whereabouts?

"Forget it, forget it, living so many years is enough." Wu Daozi laughed at himself, and immediately stopped thinking about other things, and picked up a long wooden box from the boat.

"Clap."

The wooden box was opened, revealing a scroll inside.

This is a painting he painted with his last strength before his cultivation was exhausted. It is not a landscape or anything else, but a portrait of himself.

A part of his power is retained in it.

He didn't lie to Chen Yuan, he was indeed useless.

The picture scroll unfolded, and inside was a middle-aged Confucian scholar full of bookishness, with bright eyes and a splendid temperament, completely different from the current crooked appearance.

Only the appearance is seventy percent similar.

"Writing a pen to scare the ghosts and gods, and a thought moves the wind and the clouds!"

Wu Daozi smiled faintly, bit his nails, and forced a drop of blood to fall on the scroll, and then, the scroll suddenly lit up with astonishing light.

The light enveloped him all over.

People in the world only know the wonderful brushwork of Huasheng Danqing, but few people know that his strength is actually very strong, otherwise, Chen Yuan's mother would not entrust him to him.

Otherwise, he would not be able to operate the technique of secrets.

When the light dissipated, Wu Daozi changed dramatically. His gray beard and hair turned into a middle-aged Confucian scholar wearing a scholar's robe, just like a teacher.

Wu Daozi raised his head, stepped out, and the broken spear at the entrance of Chenjiacun also lit up, the rust was gone, and it shot up through the air!

……

Punch in and ask for a monthly pass! ! !

It's really not water, I just want to write it more carefully so that everyone can see it more clearly.

Chapter 674 Sima's Manchu Extermination!

The broken spear inserted at the entrance of Chenjiacun was placed by Chen Huaiyi. It was once his father's divine weapon, a fetish at the level of the Seven Tribulations.

It's a pity that it was still broken by a blow from the immortal. After being retrieved by him, he condensed the qi, blood and ghosts scattered by the soldiers of the Chen family army, and could burst out extremely powerful for a short time.

It is also a life-saving card for the entire Chenjia Village.

It has been placed there for more than 200 years without any damage. If the enemy did not come too strong, Wu Daozi would not be willing to use this thing.

It's a pity that just the aura emitted by the enemy is enough to shock him. At such a moment, it is natural to use all the power that can be used.

Wu Daozi's long gray hair turned black, holding a broken spear, stepped into the void step by step, surrounded by a powerful and unyielding aura.

But in an instant, they came to the sky above Chenjiacun, and saw three figures under the black clouds.

"Gu Tianqiong, Li Kuangxiu, Sima Che...hehe, in order to catch such a crippled old man, the imperial court really paid a lot of money." Wu Daozi smiled faintly.

He naturally recognized who these three people were.

Sima Che is the second son of the old thief Sima who usurped Xiang's family and Jiangshan. He also gained a great reputation in the world more than 200 years ago, and he is his right-hand man.

It's just that after the Sima family established itself, they rarely showed up.

Everyone thought it had fallen, but now it seems that it is just dormant.

Li Kuangxiu was once a warrior under the old thief Sima. After more than a hundred years of practice, he also reached the realm of the Yang God. As for Gu Tianqiong, he was also a subordinate of the old thief Sima.

Showing kindness and imparting supernatural powers made him, an official who had been depressed in the past, suddenly gain momentum.

Speaking of which, Wu Daozi also knew them all, but it was basically just a one-sided relationship, not acquaintance.

"If Fellow Daoist Wu is disabled, there will probably be no healthy people in the world." Gu Tianqiong smiled faintly.

"Painting Saint, this is the end of the matter. You are definitely not our opponent. Don't resist fearlessly. Today, you will be captured without a fight. The court will still treat you with courtesy."

Li Kuangxiu said in a deep voice.

When he was young, he had also been instructed by the Chen family, a family of generals, and he knew the relationship between Wu Daozi and the Chen family. Now that he is strong, he doesn't really want to fight.

Unless, Wu Daozi is stubborn.

"If this were the case, I wouldn't have been hiding in Jianghu back then. It's just that I'm curious. Now that I'm half useless and useless, why did the imperial court try so hard to find my trace?"

This is where he is very puzzled.

He doesn't know much about the situation in the world, but he has heard some of the current situation from Chen Huaiyi before. It stands to reason that the court needs to do too much.

There is no need to go to him.

After all, he didn't have any enmity with the Sima family. After the fall of the former Chu, he had already hidden in the rivers and lakes in order to spend the rest of his life in peace.

"Heaven's power is unpredictable, how can you guess it? Wu Daozi, let's get caught, I can give you a way to survive, otherwise, you, a painter, will fall here."

Sima Che said with a cold face.

Wu Daozi laughed when he heard the words:

"The old man has been in the rivers and lakes for hundreds of years, and he has never been captured without a fight. Since you have found the door today, let's do it."

"court death!!!"

Sima Che snorted coldly, and 36 Dinghai Pearls suddenly appeared, and they flew away in an instant with the overwhelming momentum of the sky.

Gu Tianqiong and Li Kuangxiu didn't do anything, they just watched quietly.

In their view, Sima Che's strength is enough to suppress Wu Daozi.

As for them, it should be the emperor just in case.

Wu Daozi had a smile on his face, and his whole body shone with light. He actually gave birth to a pair of black battle armor out of thin air, holding a broken spear, not like a painting saint, but like a warrior.

This is also a helpless thing, his real body is half useless, and now all the power in his body is left behind, so in fact, he can't use much real power.

With the Broken Spear, the strongest power can be erupted.

Facing the well-known Dinghai Pearl of the Sima family, Wu Daozi did not evade or retreat, holding a broken spear in his hand, he suddenly rose up, and the vitality of the surrounding world rioted, covering the tip of the spear.

A turbulent ray of light erupted, knocking one of the Dinghai pearls into the air with a single blow.

Then, the broken spear in Wu Daozi's hand flew, and the killing spirit condensed instantly. After knocking Dinghaizhu into the air, there was a roar all over his body, and he went straight to Sima Che.

"It does have some strength, but that's all!"

Dinghaizhu was knocked into the air, Sima Che's expression was a little unsightly, with a movement of his mind, those flying Dinghaizhu returned again, covering his whole body.

Then, with a single thought, the endless suppressing force moved towards Wu Daozi.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Every time Sima Che and Wu Daozi fought, it was as if the sky and the earth were roaring, and the people of Chenjia Village below were crushed by thunder after thunder.

Chen Youtie hugged the woman in his arms tightly, comforting her in a low voice.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's just that it's going to rain."

"Why is it so good, such a change suddenly occurred."

"Hey, did you see it just now? I really want to see a person flying up from the back mountain. It seems to be an old fairy."

"Nonsense, how can the old fairy fly up."

"Don't make noise, don't make noise, just go home and stay, don't look at it, and watch out for lightning strikes on your heads."

The village head of Chenjia Village hastily shouted.

As soon as he opened his mouth, the villagers, who were not interested in seeing the wrath of God, rushed home one after another.

The fighting in the sky is too high, covered by black clouds, the main scene seems to be turned into night, and the fighting above cannot be seen clearly. In fact, it is normal for these ordinary villagers.