Seeking good luck and avoiding bad luck starts with the Golden Family

Chapter 198 Farewell, Xuanyu Blessed Land

Underground darkroom.

The candle flame flickered on and off, illuminating the figures of Zhang Ye and Zhang Le, swaying crazily on the wall like fallen leaves.

In Zhang Le's consciousness, Zhang Chi put his hands behind his back, smiled calmly, and said silently:

"You idiot, you really have 70% of my demeanor. No matter how hard I try, you can't find an opportunity."

"But now, I am still superior!"

"Haha, I'm afraid you don't know something. Fang Yang is far superior to his ancestor Fang Nian. It's the old fight between Fang and Zhang. It's better for me to take the lead."

Zhang Chi Mo Nian thought he was confident and everything was under his control.

He had forgotten, however, that the identities of hunter and prey could be interchanged with each other as time went by.

The pearl blooms with bright white light, illuminating the dark room.

Zhang Ye glanced sideways and looked at the handsome face of his cousin Zhang Le. He sighed in his heart and felt a little regretful.

Today's game was designed by him.

Regardless of success or failure, my cousin is afraid that he will die.

Not long after, there was a sudden gust of wind in the field, and Zhang Le immediately closed his eyes and fell asleep on the stone bed.

This dark wind whipped up out of thin air and headed straight towards Zhang Ye's body.

Zhang Ye's body trembled suddenly, and he fell into a deep sleep. However, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

Two hours later.

Zhang Ye slowly opened his eyes, his eyes filled with clear light.

"Ancestor?"

Zhang Ye's face was expressionless: "Dead people deserve to die completely."

It turned out that Zhang Chi's demonic thoughts appeared earlier and wanted to seize Zhang Ye's body.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Ye was prepared and took advantage of the situation to successfully defeat Zhang Chi's magical thoughts and devour Zhang Chi's magical thoughts.

He reached the sky in one step and learned many mysterious secrets. It was like a saint resurrected, and he could really be called a young saint.

At this moment, Zhang Ye stood up and looked at his cousin Zhang Le, only to find that his cousin had already lost his breath and was actually killed by the so-called ancestor.

After a moment, a ball of fire was born in his hands, pulled by him, and rushed forward, burning brightly.

In the firelight, his face looked so determined and cold.

"The dispute between Fang and Zhang is not over yet!"

……

Three days later.

The night sky of Xuanyu Paradise is filled with silvery light, like gauze and mist, spreading over the vast ground.

But now the ground is full of people.

Among them, Fang Yang was included.

The end of the Sainthood Conference also means that the journey to Xuanyu Blessed Land is coming to an end.

In other words, the Xuanyu War will come to a complete end, and the sons and daughters of the major golden families can also return to their clans!

At this moment, Fang Yang raised his head and looked at the night sky.

I saw a dreamy crane figure emerging in the sky.

Hurrah... the crane flaps its wings, and suddenly, a vast divine light appears, squeezing the heaven and earth.

Such power caused the bright moon of the blessed land to shake, as if it was about to fall, which was shocking.

Finally, these vast divine lights connected with each other to form a giant rainbow bridge, connecting to the outside world.

"What a tremendous power this is."

"The Holy One is otherworldly and possesses great supernatural powers. I don't know if I will be able to see the monarch again after we say goodbye today."

"Farewell to Xuanyu Blessed Land, farewell to the battle of Xuanyu, I will never forget this experience in this life..."

Some people are trembling, some are heavy-hearted, and some are sad.

At this moment, all living beings are performing in the army.

Chen Yingying's pretty face looked dazed.

Lin Tianxue's eyes dimmed, filled with unwillingness.

Dongfang Moran looked up, feeling surging.

As for the saint cultivators such as Chen Kui, Jiang Zunjian and Dongfang Mobai, their faces became solemn when they saw Senyue's Tongtian handwriting.

Compared with ordinary cultivators who only know how powerful Sen Yue is, they know even more how powerful Sen Yue is.

"If you don't practice, you will see me like a frog in a well looking at the moon in the sky. If you practice, you will see me like a cricket looking at the blue sky."

The night breeze blows and the stars shine brightly.

Amid the urging, groups of people stepped onto the Rainbow Bridge, leaving the Xuanyu Blessed Land and rushing to the real world. But Fang Yang withdrew his gaze and no longer looked at the pure white crane in the distance.

At this moment, he was standing on an ancient bronze chariot, walking with the crowd and leaving together.

There was a crash, like breaking a water mirror, which made people feel as if they were in a trance.

When Fang Yang woke up, he found that he was already under a huge thunderstorm.

This thunderous rain fell violently, and every drop of rain gathered a strong current.

If an ordinary cultivator comes into contact with it, he will definitely end up being shattered into pieces and wiped out in ashes.

But fortunately, saint cultivators such as Chen Kui, Jiang Zunjian and Dongfang Mobai used their magical powers to cover one side and protect everyone.

"Sir, please go southeast." Just as Fang Yang was measuring, Mingxin Taoist boy appeared.

Just like before, Mingxin Taoist led Fang Yang to the core of the army.

Fang Yang was surprised to find that the seat where Sen Yue once sat was now occupied by Sen Wei.

Senwei's silky green hair is tied high with a crown, holding a large water-blue seal, and a green divine sword at her waist. She has a peerless grace and looks proud of the crowd.

Wearing a dragon robe, her eyes were breathtaking, as if she was carrying great luck, and she actually had an imperial air.

Compared with the cold temperament in the past, she has a bit more domineering temperament.

Seeing her look like this, Fang Yang was surprised and immediately recalled the scene at the opening ceremony.

"Brother becomes sister. It turns out that you really have the throne."

"Gathering the power of one area into one, it's no wonder you make your peers despair."

Fang Yang lowered his eyes, thoughts flowing rapidly in his heart.

Vaguely, he discovered that there was a gathering of purple-gold profound energy on Senwei's body.

Whenever Senwei issued an order and led everyone forward, the gathered purple and gold profound energy became more intense.

He had some understanding and suspected that this was the main reason why Senwei was so far ahead among his peers.

Gradually, he put away his thoughts and stopped looking at Senwei.

However, he recalled his white-feathered eagle bronze tribe.

Since Senyue can give him a luck product, then Senyue can definitely give more to his sister Senwei!

In other words, if he had been in the Xuan Realm and practiced step by step, he would never be able to surpass Senwei in this life.

If he goes step by step, it is even more impossible for him to surpass Mori Yue.

"Ayang."

Mori Hui smiled brightly: "What are you thinking about?"

Hearing this, Fang Yang smiled: "I was wondering, if we return to the clan, can we still see each other every day?"

"Ah?" Sen Hui's pretty face paled, and her little hands were tangled together, looking a little tangled.

The Changkong clan occupies a vast area, and the various surnames and lineages are far apart.

If it weren't for the Battle of Xuanyu, Fang Yang might not have met Sen Hui, Sen Wei and others.

At least, in his previous fifteen years of school experience, he had rarely encountered anyone with the surname Mori.

To put it simply, in the school alone, there are four major font sizes: A, B, C and D, and each font size has a different number.

You can imagine what a big crowd this is.

However, generally speaking, members of the Golden Family will not leave their clan.

Because the cultivation environment of the external environment is far inferior to that of the clan.

"Don't worry, I will come to you immediately after I finish taking care of the chores." Fang Yang gently held Sen Hui Rouyi's hand and made a promise.

In an instant, Sen Hui smiled, her smile as bright as a flower: "Yes."

Of course Fang Yang would go to Sen Hui.

He has been looking forward to the Sutra Pavilion unique to the Sen family for a long time.

This lineage of the Sen surname can really be said to be the main lineage and the main lineage of the Changkong clan.

The Taoist scriptures and scriptures of the Mori surnamed Sutra Pavilion are far from being comparable to those of the Xuetang Sutra Pavilion and the Fang surnamed Sutra Pavilion.

Even if he can't get involved in depth, it's still a good opportunity, especially for a cultivator like him who lives in the [mysterious realm]!
It didn't take long.

Fang Yang let go, picked up various jade slips, and studied them intently.

At this moment, he was reading Chang Ruhui's classics on slave ways in his spare time.

He could feel that because of the enhancement of his soul foundation, he had stronger control over sorting out various kinds of vitality, how to combine the power of heaven and earth, etc.

In other words, he became more talented in the formation.

Now, he can feel that he is about to master the first-order formations mentioned in the classics, that is, he is about to become a first-order formation master.

(End of this chapter)