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Amon felt the breath of the six paths suddenly emerging from his luck, and his brows suddenly frowned.

You know, this is not a material world, but a nihilistic world composed of luck. In the long river of luck, there is no other thing except luck itself. Even Amon can only incarnate Only by good luck can we continue to erode Daxia's national fortune.

But now, he saw with his own eyes, six human figures walking slowly from the long river of luck.

The weirdest thing is that they all dress very differently.

One is wearing a neat Chinese tunic suit and combing his hair back, as if from the period of the Republic of China, with a calm temperament like a mountain;

One is a court woman's attire of the Ming Dynasty, wearing a dark blue jacket and skirt, wearing a hairpin, gentle and virtuous;

A trendy young man in 80s flared trousers, a flowered shirt, and toad sunglasses, as if he just got out of a ballroom;

There are also two figures, wearing modern sweaters and shirts, but if you look carefully, you can still find the difference in age.The girl's sweater is made of lamb velvet, and the shoes on her feet are small white shoes, which seem to be the product of the past two years; while the boy is wearing a white shirt, black leggings, and a bulky headset hanging around his neck. This headset has been completely discontinued as early as 15 years ago;

Finally, the figure in the center, he is wearing a dilapidated ancient armor with large dark red blood stains on it, holding a spear in his palm, which is also bloody and ferocious, like a man who just came from the battlefield the general.

But his appearance is unusually young, he is only about 24 or [-] years old, his eyes are sharp like swords, and his murderous aura is fierce.

These six people who belong to different eras stand together, giving people an inexplicable visual impact, amidst the twists and turns, there is even a strange harmony...

They stepped on the endless river of luck and walked slowly towards Amon, the black giant.

Amon stared at the six people closely, his eyes full of puzzlement.

They... seem to be the same as themselves, they are all existences who have no body and are transformed into luck.

But who are they?Why is it hidden in the national fortune of Daxia?

"You, are you the one Ye Fan said, the one who disturbed my Great Xia's national fortune?"

Among the six people, the young general at the head spoke slowly, his cold eyes fixed on Amon's eyes, even though the aura emanating from the other party was powerful and terrifying, there was still no trace of fear on his face.

"How is it possible? How can human beings exist in luck?" Amon frowned.

"Is it weird?" The trendy young man in a flowered shirt and flared trousers pushed the toad sunglasses and smiled slightly, "Because we are part of the luck of Great Xia."

Part of luck?

Amon frowned even tighter. Even though he understood the sentence, he still couldn't understand it...

How can human beings become a part of luck?

His eyes swept over everyone, as if trying to understand something, he asked in surprise, "Are you the souls of dead human beings?"

"To be precise, we are heroic spirits." The middle-aged man in a Chinese tunic said in a low voice, "Heroic spirits who once existed in the history of Great Xia, due to various factors, finally fell asleep in the torrent of national destiny... the human ceiling."

Amon's eyes narrowed slightly.

The human ceiling should be just the same level of existence as the human with the sword. Here, there are actually six?

"No, human souls can't withstand such a powerful impact of the national destiny. Even if you are stronger than others, it is impossible to persist for such a long time, let alone sleep in it." Amon shook his head.

"It's really not enough to rely on the soul alone..." the young general in charge said slowly.

He stretched out his hand, and lightly grasped the source of the torrent of national destiny, a phantom flew from nothingness, made a piercing explosion, and finally inserted into the ground in front of him!

It was a broken spear with only half of it left, but blood-stained and murderous.

"However, if you are in the realm of self-collapse, refine your bones and blood into vessels, and fuse them into soldiers, you can create a vessel for your soul, hold your spirit inside, and store it in the torrent of national destiny. If you fuse yourself with luck, you can turn into a heroic spirit. Ten thousand generations will guard my great Xia national fortune."

His voice was calm, but sonorous and powerful, and his eyes full of determination were like shining stars, dazzling and dazzling.

At the same time, the other five people also stretched out their hands to move towards the end of the long river of luck, and five completely different broken weapons flew in front of them, buzzing.

Halberd, spear, stick, fan, whip.

Before they were alive, these weapons were comrades who accompanied them in bloody battles and rose all the way; after death, these weapons were the gods of luck who carried their flesh and soul and guarded the fate of the Great Xia.

Amon frowned, "Since the collapse of the realm, refining bone blood into the weapon? Is the human ceiling in your Great Xia so crazy?"

"You are wrong." The woman in Ming Dynasty court attire said calmly, "Apart from being the ceiling of human beings, we all have another identity..."

At the edge of the six people, the woman in a lambswool sweater stared at Amon and said calmly:

"I am the fourth commander-in-chief of the Great Xia Night Watch, the human ceiling, Wang Qing."

Beside her, a handsome boy in a white shirt and with bulky earphones around his neck, holding a broken Fang Tian painting halberd, said slowly:

"The third commander-in-chief of the Great Xia Night Watch, the human ceiling, Tang Yusheng."

Immediately afterwards, the trendy man in a floral shirt and flared trousers smiled softly, "The second commander-in-chief of the Great Xia Night Watchmen, the human ceiling, Li Kengqiang."

"The first commander-in-chief of the Great Xia Night Watch, and the predecessor of the Night Watch, and the leader of the 139 Special Biological Response Team, the human ceiling, Nie Jinshan." The middle-aged man in a tunic said in a low voice.

The woman in the palace costume of the Ming Dynasty said lightly: "The predecessor of the 139 Special Biological Response Team, the second-generation head of the Zhenxie Division, the human ceiling, Gongyang Wan."

In the center of the six, the young general holding a broken spear, said slowly:

"The first head of Xia Zhenxie Division, the first ceiling, general of the Han Dynasty, Jing Huanhou... Huo Qubing."

After the voices of the six people fell, an unprecedented aura erupted around them, and the endless torrent of national fortune suddenly rolled up. Behind them, a golden dragon condensed from luck slowly crawled out of the torrent. rise.

This giant dragon is invisible and matterless, like misty clouds, flying among the mountains. evil.

The thick and magnificent prosperity of the country, which has been deposited for thousands of years, finally emerged between the heaven and the earth, revealing a terrifying corner.

At its feet, behind the six broken divine weapons, stood six humans from different eras.

They are the guards of the national destiny.

They are the first special squad with the longest history.

Their names are [Heroic Spirits].