Luck taken away? It doesn't matter, I quietly become a god

Outside the peach blossom forest.

A man in a red brocade robe with a somewhat feminine and charming appearance was about to walk into the peach blossom forest.

After walking a few steps, he was stopped by the forest guard outside.

The forest guard raised his hands and saluted: "Young Master."

The feminine man glanced at the forest guard, not paying much attention, and said calmly: "Get out of the way, I want to see the ancestor."

But the forest guard did not give way directly as the feminine man expected, but continued: "Master Young Valley, our ancestor is visiting a guest, and we don't have time for the moment. Please come back later, Master Young Valley."

Hearing this, the feminine man raised his eyebrows and said, "Welcoming guests? What kind of guests are we going to meet?"

"I don't know." The forest guard shook his head, and then whispered:

"But everyone around the ancestor has withdrawn. He must be a distinguished guest."

"Everyone quit?" The feminine man was a little surprised.

You know, even if the heads of the four major sects came to Peach Blossom Forest not long ago, the ancestors were able to deal with it with ease and didn't take it too seriously.

But this time...

Thinking like this, the feminine man became even more curious.

"Get out of the way."

The feminine man waved his hand in disgust: "I am the Young Valley Master. Even if I go in, my ancestor won't say anything."

"No big deal, I'll just watch from the sidelines and won't disturb the ancestor."

The forest guard still hesitated: "This..."

The feminine man's eyes turned cold, and a murderous intent hit his face, making his seemingly frail temperament suddenly become extremely terrifying and ferocious.

The forest guard's heart skipped a beat and he quickly lowered his head:

"Yes."

Having said this, the forest guard could not stop him. He could only pray silently in his heart. The ancestor would be in a better mood soon, but he must not be punished.

……

at this time.

In the peach blossom forest.

Ancestor Yunxie and Wuhua looked at each other.

Hearing Ancestor Yun Xie's almost unbearable retort, Wu Hua smiled with interest: "If you lose, you lose. Senior is already a giant of a force. I don't think he can afford to lose like this."

"But if senior is really dissatisfied, I will ask senior for advice on behalf of my senior brother."

As he said that, the snow sword in Wu Hua's hand rang twice, as if declaring war.

The sword follows your will.

This is naturally Wu Hua's idea.

During the Void Refining Stage, he was already a giant in the Southern Wilderness.

If such a person comes out to stir up trouble, it will definitely not be a good thing for Nanhuang.

"Haha..." Ancestor Yunxie sneered: "When I first entered the practice of cultivating the void, my cultivation was not yet stable, so I fell into the trap of Leng Mingjing due to carelessness."

"Now that five hundred years have passed, do you really think that I haven't made an inch of progress?"

Wu Hua's eyes were dull: "What nonsense are you talking about? If you want to fight, hurry up. I'm in a hurry."

"Then let me see what you are capable of!"

As Patriarch Yun Xie finished speaking, the petals flying in the peach blossom forest suddenly became extremely sharp, like weapons that could kill people at any time.

The soft petals all over the sky formed a huge "tornado" and flew out towards Wu Hua's position.

When Wu Hua saw this scene, the snow sword in his hand turned into a cold light, and the sword energy spread out in all directions like layers of waves!

In mid-air, an invisible long sword hung in the air, looming.

This sword easily split open the menacing petal tornado.

In an instant, the petals were torn into pieces by the sword energy and fell to the ground.

Ancestor Yun Xie reached out from the air and grabbed Wu Hua hard.

The cultivation of the Void Refining Stage all over his body was also clearly revealed.

But Wu Hua showed no fear on his face, and he still slashed in the direction of Ancestor Yun Xie with one sword and one sword!

That sword seemed to be wrapped in the awe-inspiring sword energy of heaven and earth.

boom--

A deep sword mark was cut on the ground, and it was still spreading.

Ancestor Yun Xie's expression changed slightly, and he flashed into the air in a few steps.

Looking further down, the place where Patriarch Yun Xie used to prepare a small banquet had already been destroyed to pieces.

All the nearby peach blossom trees were chopped down, leaving only the bare tree stumps.

"Bastard!"

Ancestor Yun Xie was extremely angry.

Although it didn't hurt him, he was still very angry when Wu Hua destroyed his peach blossom forest like this.

Wu Hua ignored the extremely angry Ancestor Yun Xie. He formed a seal with his hands, and the snow sword hanging in the air began to glow with a faint white light.

At the same time, the originally clear sky was gradually covered by dark clouds.

Boom!

The sound of thunder and lightning surged in the dark clouds, as if something was brewing.

Seeing this scene, Ancestor Yun Xie looked cold, and his whole face seemed to be frozen: "The power of heaven and earth... This is the power of thunder..."

What surprised Patriarch Yun Xie was not Wu Hua's ability to mobilize the power of heaven and earth.

However, any monk who has been promoted to the Nascent Soul stage can more or less feel a trace of the power of heaven and earth.

But Wuhua's situation was quite different.

He was too relaxed, as if he had activated the power of heaven and earth just by raising his hand.

And such a mighty power of heaven and earth, even for monks in the transformation stage, is slightly inferior.

"Leng Mingjing's junior brother...he is another genius..."

Ancestor Yun Xie glared hard, waved his sleeves, and a powerful air flow swept over him.

The wind spirit energy between heaven and earth gathered around Ancestor Yun Xie, forming huge tornadoes that stirred up the heaven and earth.

Wu Hua's eyes fluctuated slightly, but he smiled and said, "Are you serious?"

"Thunder Speed."

As soon as he finished speaking, the snow sword bathed in thunder and lightning turned into an imperceptible afterimage and slashed in the direction of Ancestor Yun Xie.

In the middle of the process, Wu Hua's eyes suddenly narrowed slightly and he raised his hand——

【Thousands of Thunder Slash】

There was only one thunder and lightning sword shadow, suddenly divided into two, and then divided into four... In an instant, the entire sky was filled with densely packed tens of thousands of sword lights!

"Ha! Well done!"

Ancestor Yun Xie did not move, looking directly at Wu Hua, and the tornado around him also changed, condensing into a palace of wind with a majestic aura, covering his entire body.

Tens of thousands of sword lights came together and struck at the Palace of Wind.

boom--

For a moment, the world became dark.

Thunder and lightning and strong winds mingled among them, tearing and attacking...

On the ground that had been ravaged by thunder and lightning, smoke and dust billowed, lifting peach blossom petals all over the ground and floating in the air.

After everything returned to calm, Patriarch Yun Xie and Wu Hua faced each other and faced each other.

Finally, Patriarch Yun Xie slowly spoke: "It seems that you are really Leng Mingjing's junior brother."

What a monster...

Wu Hua did not respond, but said: "Senior, it would be best if we continue to keep the agreement we made five hundred years ago for another five hundred years."

After saying that, Wu Hua sheathed his sword and flew away.

Ancestor Yun Xie did not stop Wu Hua from leaving.

He knew that he couldn't do anything to Wu Hua in Nanhuang.

If Wu Hua was killed by force, Ancestor Yun Xie could not guarantee that he would remain unscathed.

Ancestor Yun Xie five hundred years ago had experienced the horror of Leng Mingjing's formation.

When the gap in cultivation is not too far, it is difficult for ordinary people to break the formation and kill the enemy.

If it happens, it will be tantamount to declaring war with Zhongzhou, attracting revenge and suppression from Zhongzhou, and maybe even angering that genius Leng Mingjing.

Ancestor Yun Xie now has a big family and a big business. He can't afford to gamble, and he is not willing to abandon his current honor and identity to live in exile and live a life of being hunted.

……

When Wu Hua was about to fly out of the peach blossom forest, his expression paused slightly, and his sharp eyes swept to a certain place in the peach blossom forest. The sword energy around him was lingering, and he was ready to go.

But when Wu Hua discovered that he was just a monk in the late Golden Elixir stage, he immediately restrained his aura and continued to fly towards the outside of the peach blossom forest until the figure completely disappeared from the horizon.

But Wuhua didn't know that one of his careless and unintentional actions had hit someone hard.

In the peach blossom forest.

The feminine man was holding a peach blossom tree with one hand, his face turned pale, and a drop of cold sweat streaked down his forehead:

"who is he……"

The feminine man looked in the direction where Wu Hua disappeared and murmured.

Immediately afterwards, a cruel look appeared on the face of the feminine man.

No one had ever dared to look at him with such contempt for dust.

Even the ancestor who was as powerful as Yun Xie still taught him a lot and valued him very much.

"That man, he looks young, but he actually has the aura of the god-transformation stage..."

The feminine man has always boasted of his extraordinary talents. Before he was thirty, he entered the Golden Elixir and is currently practicing hard to reach the Nascent Soul realm.

Even those proud men of the righteous sects were not looked down upon by him.

But now...

"No matter who you are, if you dare to despise me like this, one day I will trample you under my feet!"

The feminine man swore secretly in his heart.

"Wuya, come here."

At this time, Patriarch Yun Xie, who sat back down again, called out to where the feminine man was hiding.

Hearing this, the feminine man calmed down the expression on his face and walked respectfully in front of Ancestor Yun Xie.

"Ancestor."

Ancestor Yun Xie asked aloud: "Why do you come to see me?"

Yun Wuya revealed his original intention of coming to Peach Blossom Forest: "The four major sects made a lot of noise not long ago. Even the disciples who are practicing hard have heard about it."

"It just so happens that the disciple feels that he has encountered a bottleneck recently, so he thought of going out to find a whetstone to practice."

Ancestor Yun Xie thought for a moment and nodded slightly: "That's fine."

"Then go ahead."

Immediately afterwards, Patriarch Yun Xie snorted coldly: "Huang Maoer, you want me not to leave this northern cold land, but you didn't say that the disciples of Xie Xin Valley should not be born."

Yun Wuya naturally knew that Patriarch Yun Xie's last words were not directed at him.

Thinking of the man in white whom he had just glanced at, Yun Wuya thought for a moment and tentatively spoke:

"Ancestor, this disciple would like to make a bold statement..."

"Who was that man just now, and what was his purpose here?"

Ancestor Yun Xie looked directly at Yun Wuya with eyes like a torch, seeing through all the little thoughts in the latter's heart, and chuckled:

"What? Do you want to compare yourself to that person just now?"

Seeing that Patriarch Yun Xie showed no signs of anger, Yun Wuya felt relieved and continued:

"The disciple looks at his age, but this person has already reached the stage of divine transformation, but the disciple has not even broken through to Nascent Soul, and for a while he felt a little disappointed..."

"Hahaha..." Ancestor Yunxie shook his head and smiled: "He is only in the early stage of Nascent Soul."

Yun Wuya looked surprised: "Nascent Soul? But the aura he exuded just now is clearly that of the God Transformation Stage."

Ancestor Yun Xie explained: "It was the effect of the formation that gave him the strength to become a god in a short period of time."

Hearing this, Yun Wuya's eyes flashed with astonishment: "What kind of formation can actually make a person's cultivation reach a higher level? And it seems to have no side effects..."

"Maybe, it's not just the effect of the formation..."

During the short exchange just now, Ancestor Yun Xie also felt something strange.

If you only rely on formations to forcibly improve your cultivation, it will be somewhat watery, and it is impossible to use it so freely without a trace of rejection.

But the junior who called himself Wu Hua didn't have the slightest worry, as if he was originally a monk in the transformation stage.

And along the way, he didn't know how many formations he had used to improve his cultivation. This was completely unreasonable.

Leng Mingjing...

Ancestor Yunxie recited these three words silently in his heart.

As expected, the formation you made is simply unheard of.

Ancestor Yun Xie looked at Yun Wuya in front of him again: "If you want to defeat that person, you can't just hide in Xiexin Valley and work behind closed doors. It's time to go out and broaden your horizons."

Cold mirror.

Back then, I really couldn't beat you.

But my disciple's talent may not be worse than your junior brother.

"That person's cultivation level is high. He is just from Zhongzhou. He has the background of Zhongzhou. However, monks from a small place like Nanhuang are basically incomparable."

Hearing this, Yun Wuya clenched his fists.

"Ancestor, one day, I will definitely defeat that man!"

Ancestor Yunxie felt relieved: "Hahaha... very good! This is the arrogance that the future leader of Evil Heart Valley should have!"

"Ancestor, I want to ask one last question."

A cold light flashed in Yun Wuya's eyes: "Who is he?"

"I can't know his identity for the time being. He should be a genius trained by the big forces in Zhongzhou." Ancestor Yun Xie said thoughtfully.

"His name is Wu Hua."

"There is another senior brother, Leng Mingjing."

"If you can crush this person one day, you will have a place even in Zhongzhou, let alone Southern Wasteland."

Yun Wuya's heart was surging, and he cupped his hands and said: "Disciple understands! Disciple must live up to the expectations of our ancestors!"

……

the other side.

Wu Hua, who was dozens of miles away from the peach blossom forest, fell down.

There was no one around, let alone any living creature.

Wu Hua lowered his head and coughed twice, then took out two healing pills and put them into his mouth.

Originally, Wu Hua could have chosen a more prudent style of play.

But in this way, it loses a lot of momentum and is not fierce enough.

If there is any sign of decline, it is impossible for Ancestor Yun Xie to continue to stay in Beihan.

"When I leave Southern Wilderness and go back... it's time to lift the restrictions on the formation."

Wuhua has been carrying this formation with him since he was promoted to Jindan.

Uninformed outsiders just think that with this formation, Wu Hua can improve his cultivation level in a short period of time and defeat stronger opponents.

But in fact, it was just the opposite. The formation restricted Wu Hua.

Because of the existence of the formation, even Wuhua didn't know his true cultivation level now.

After adjusting his breath, Wu Hua continued on his way.

Looking in the direction he came from, Wu Hua thought to himself: "Now, it's time to go back to find Rong Shu."