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

Xianzhu Peak.

Before Gu Chen walked into the wooden house, he first patted the cigarette ashes on his clothes, then walked in and sat opposite Leng Mingjing.

[Senior Brother, are you looking for me? ]

Leng Mingjing poured a cup of freshly brewed tea for Gu Chen: "Yes."

"Among them, you are the most cheerful. Even Wu Hua couldn't help but go down the mountain after staying on Mingzhan Mountain for a long time."

Gu Chen held up the tea, smelled the tea subconsciously, and then took a sip: "I think it's pretty good now. I like the life on Mingzhan Mountain very much." ]

Leng Mingjing raised his eyes to look at the man in simple linen clothes across from him, and sighed softly: "But are you really willing?"

Gu Chen lowered his eyes and looked at the reflection in the tea in the cup.

Very strange.

It was so strange that...he almost couldn't recognize what he looked like before.

"The years of a person who cultivates immortality last for thousands of years, which is no more than the span of a hundred years for a mortal. There are some things that you have to face eventually, and there are some things that you have to get back after all." Leng Mingjing put down the tea cup in his hand, Turning to look at the sky outside the window.

"After all, you are..."

Gu Chen suddenly put the tea cup on the table, making a lot of noise. He stood up and bowed slightly to Leng Mingjing: "Senior Brother, if nothing happens, I will go back to blacksmith first." ]

When Gu Chen was about to walk out of the wooden house, Leng Mingjing spoke again: "In three months, I hope you can go down the mountain."

Gu Chen paused slightly, took a deep breath, and replied through a message: "Senior Brother, when I went up to Mingzhan Mountain, I had no intention of going down again. You know that." ]

[I am just a useless person now...]

Gu Chen looked down at his hands.

These hands, due to years of forging, were roughened and had countless scars, large and small. The new wounds added to the old ones, making them look ugly.

[The only function is to stay on the mountain and not cause trouble to anyone. ]

Gu Chen withdrew his gaze and continued to leave.

When Gu Chen was about to leave the bamboo forest, a voice came into his ears from far away, making him freeze:

"If Wu Hua or Zian's fate comes, will you go down the mountain?"

"..."

No one responded.

Only the breeze blew through the bamboo leaves, making a rustling sound.

No one was there anymore.

In the wooden house, Leng Mingjing lowered his head and coughed twice.

When the itching pain in his throat subsided, Leng Mingjing took out a handkerchief, wiped away the dark red on his palm, and threw the handkerchief into the small stove next to it.

Leng Mingjing raised his head and looked at the vacant spot on the opposite side, raising the corners of his lips slightly: "You will go down the mountain."

"Forging iron is forging the heart. That is also your fate. It is inevitable after all."

"Former Kamikaze Prince...Di Chuchen."

"..."

the other side.

Gu Chen returned to the stubborn stone peak.

The mountain is bare, with hardly a blade of grass to be seen. Apart from ordinary stones, there are various minerals or the remains of dilapidated weapons.

At a glance, it looked deserted.

Gu Chen opened the door of the blacksmith's room and walked in.

After a while, the sound of "clang, clang" was heard from inside again.

boom!

‘Are you really willing? ’

The heavy hammer hit the sword embryo, and sporadic sparks splashed on the surface of the hot embryo.

Leng Mingjing's voice seemed to follow him everywhere, constantly echoing in Gu Chen's mind.

boom! !

‘And there are some things that you have to get back after all. ’

The man standing in front of the stove, as if tirelessly, silently swung the hammer countless times, then hit it down, swung the hammer again, and hit it again...

The firelight reflected half of his face, and large beads of sweat dripped down the jawline of his face and onto the ground.

boom! ! !

‘If Wu Hua or Zian’s fate comes, will you go down the mountain? ’

With the last hammer blow, the sword embryo that was about to take shape was smashed into pieces and turned into scrap metal.

Gu Chen took a deep look at the destroyed sword embryo, and the hammer in his hand fell to the ground.

He slowly raised his head and looked at the blazing weapon refining furnace in front of him.

The top of the dozens of meters high refining furnace is connected to the ceiling, and the billowing smoke and dust are discharged outside bit by bit from the chimney.

In the raging fire, there seemed to be something standing quietly in it.

Occasionally, there was a flash of red light.

……

Even the star field.

On the sea of ​​stars.

Several figures with nightmare energy leaking out kept running wildly on the sea.

Suddenly, the calm sea water pierced ice picks one after another, piercing several people who did not react in time.

A little bit of snowflakes fell on the clear, cloudless sky.

"Damn it! It's never over!"

Among the fleeing monks, all of them had abnormally red eyes, and their faces were extremely ferocious.

Lin Jingyue, who was wearing a blue dress, fell from the clouds. She frowned and looked at the monk below who was controlled by the nightmare energy: "I didn't expect that several seals here were loosened. I don't know how many people escaped. Nightmare clan.”

Whoosh!Whoosh!

Several rays of sword light flashed, and in the blink of an eye, several more red-eyed monks were killed.

"Even the Star Territory is located in a remote area, and the people's customs are strong. There are no aristocratic families here to guard the seal. Even Haixi Country cannot fully control the internal situation. I am afraid that Haixi Country does not know about the loosening of the seal..."

Wu Hua stepped on the spiritual sword with his feet, held the sword with his fingers, and swung it towards the sea. In an instant, the sea water rolled, like several depth bombs exploding in an instant.

Suddenly a thousand waves were stirred up!

"It's really troublesome." Lin Jingyue casually waved several ice blades and froze the two red-eyed monks on the sea. She sighed softly: "I should have gone back now. Counting the time, my junior sister and Yanyan have to go back." It’s time to come out of the Beidou Secret Realm and return to Mingzhan Mountain.”

Wu Hua replied: "Then clean up these nightmare tribes as soon as possible so that we can go back early."

"I'm not in a hurry. Anyway, I can refine the Yin Yang Liang Yi Dan anytime, and Zian and the Xiao family won't run away."

"..."

The two of them chased and killed these red-eyed monks who were possessed by the Nightmare Clan and were completely hopeless.

On the boundless sea, waves of waves rolled up from time to time.

Four hours later.

Wu Hua and Lin Jingyue came to a small fishing village on an island.

Because they felt that there were no monks in the small fishing village, they were just ordinary people, so the two of them calmed down and walked into the small fishing village pretending to be travelers passing by.

The small fishing village is very simple, and the stalls passing by are full of seafood.

Wu Hua's eyes casually glanced around.

When he saw the customers sitting in a street noodle restaurant, Wu Hua paused in his steps, frowned and took a closer look, feeling that something was familiar.

"...Yun Wuya? Why is he here?"

Lin Jingyue saw that Wuhua had been staring at a man with a more feminine temperament not far away, and couldn't help but ask: "Who is he? Do you know him?"

"I met him a few times in the Southern Wilderness. He is the disciple and grandson of Patriarch Yun Xie whom my senior brother defeated back then." Wu Hua replied.

"Oh." Lin Jingyue quietly looked at Yun Wuya with a mirror, but nothing unusual appeared: "The rotating sun and moon mirror did not feel the aura fluctuations of the Nightmare clan here, let's go."

If an evil cultivator like Yun Wuya were placed in Southern Wasteland, everyone would want to beat him up.

However, here in Zhongzhou, there is no distinction between evil cultivators and orthodox cultivators.

Because tracing back to the ancient history of Zhongzhou, it is said that the first group of people who came to Zhongzhou were also a group of rebellious monks who did not follow the ordinary path.

Some monks will selflessly teach the methods of cultivating immortals and martial arts to the natives of Zhongzhou, and some monks will sacrifice human beings in order to develop unique skills... Good and evil, I don't know how many years have gone by, who knows? It can be clearly distinguished, and that period of history is called the history of the Enlightenment of Zhongzhou.

As for the origins of those people, there is no record in any classics.

But it is undeniable that it is those monks who are like aliens who have made Zhongzhou the unshakable holy land of immortality in the four wastes and ten seas.

"Yeah." Wuhua nodded.

After seeing Wuhua and Lin Jingyue leaving, Yun Wuya, who had been eating noodles, raised his head and glanced at the place where the two of them were standing.

Yun Wuya stood up, left the face money, and left the place.

After running three hundred miles westward and reaching the third small island, Yun Wuya stopped and found a hidden grove. He said with a gloomy face: "They left, you Can you come out now?"

"You have a really special physique. You can hide my aura without being swallowed by me... Jie Jie! Interesting!"

A ball of blood emerged from Yun Wuya's heart. The blood gradually solidified, and someone's facial features could be vaguely seen.

"Boy, you have been staring at that sword cultivator just now. It seems that you have some grudge."

Yun Wuya's tone dropped: "What does it have to do with you?"

"I might as well tell you that with your current qualifications, even if you practice for a hundred years, you won't be able to catch up with the sword cultivator's cultivation strength, let alone...defeat him, or even...kill him."

"What do you want to say?" Yun Wuya clenched his fists subconsciously.

These days, after he came to Zhongzhou, he wanted to find out about that person's situation in Zhongzhou.

And all the information they found out was how talented that person was. He was a swordsman genius among the younger generation, and he even became a disciple of the Wenxin Academy’s Mingzhuanshan sect, which everyone envied...

Yun Wuya also wants to create a world here.

But I didn't expect that not long after I arrived here, I would be entangled with this kind of ghost.

The Nightmare clan is so sensitive to negative emotions. At this moment, he lay greedily on Yun Wuya's body, smelling the alluring negative aura emanating from it: "Jie Jie... do you really want to kill that sword cultivator? Is he the enemy who killed your father? Or the enemy who stole your wife? Are you so resentful of that swordsman?"

"...I understand! This is jealousy! Extremely strong jealousy! You are jealous of that swordsman!"

"I'm not! Why should I be jealous of others!" Yun Wuya denied without thinking.

"I have a way to help you gain powerful power, help you defeat that sword cultivator, trample that sword cultivator under his feet, and let the world only remember you from now on."

Yun Wuya snorted coldly: "Do you think I am a three-year-old child and can be deceived so easily?"

"If you don't believe me, are you trying to surpass that swordsman by practicing on your own?"

"Jie Jie!! I'm afraid you don't even have confidence in yourself!"

"..."

The Nightmare clan laughed without scruples, mocking Yun Wuya's incompetence.

This made Yun Wuya furious, but he was helpless.

a long time--

"...Do you really have any idea?"

"..."