I am Really not a Child of Luck (I Am Really Not The Son of Providence)

The Eastern Wilderness, the foggy city, the imperial palace.

At this time, a day and a night have passed since the immortal-bound vine riot.

The great formation of protecting the mountain continued to be maintained, and everyone was full of hope.

Because they found that the spiritual mist of Misty City began to slowly disperse, and it was no longer as dense as before.

Although Divine Sense will still be affected, it is much stronger than before, and the visible range has doubled.

At this moment, the hearts of all cultivators are extremely happy, and how happy they are, you can refer to the recovery after the mobile phone signal is blocked.

The Lord of Wuyin has already greeted all the monks, and when the spiritual mist clears, he will use his national power to form a golden body for Shen Tian.

The entire palace was full of joy, but Zhang Yunxi's face was always full of worry.

Because only she knew that Shen Tian didn't go to the Misty Plain to drop any demons.

Every time the time is consumed, the younger brother will be more dangerous.

No, can't wait any longer!

Thinking of this, Zhang Yunxi resolutely said to the Lord of Wuyin: "All the venerable powerhouses, don't mess with the stable formation."

"This saint is going to go out and investigate to see if all the immortal-binding vines have been removed."

"Before I come back, no one is allowed to leave the palace without permission."

After all, Zhang Yunxi's body was shining brightly.

She took a deep breath and rose to the sky, rushing towards the outside of the range shrouded in the spiritual mist.

As Zhang Yunxi rushed into the range of the spiritual fog faster, the influence of his spiritual sense was also magnified.

For a time, Zhang Yunxi only felt that his spiritual sense was constantly being affected by the shaking, and he was a little confused, and his eyes were twisting.

She knew that the special ability of the spiritual fog could affect the six senses of the monks who were shrouded in it, otherwise it would not be able to trap the monks.

However, at this time, the concentration of the spiritual mist has been greatly reduced, Zhang Yunxi gritted his teeth, and finally survived the impact.

Roar!

The vision of the white tiger roaring in the sky appeared behind Zhang Yunxi, forcing the spiritual mist around her to disperse a little.

Finally, Zhang Yunxi unsheathed the long sword behind her back, slicing a ray of life from the spiritual mist.

Yes, she rushed out of the city range shrouded in spiritual mist.

The sun from the day fell on his body, and Zhang Yunxi was like a new born at this moment.

But she didn't have time to be more fortunate, because at this time, the whereabouts of Junior Brother Shen Tian was completely unknown.

Although Zhang Yunxi is extremely strong, she also knows that what happened in the misty city at this time cannot be solved by herself.

She took out a token from her bosom and poured divine sense and mana into it: "Father, can you hear me? Xi'er has something to report."

...

The small world of Shenxiao, the Holy Lord's Temple.

The Holy Master Shenxiao sat on the holy seat, still shrouded in fairy light.

In the center of the Holy Lord's Hall, the old Taoist priest with a dignified and handsome face stood proudly, his face full of resentment.

The old Taoist hummed: "Brother, I feel you have tricked me, why did I suddenly lose my memory for a day?"

The Thunder Immortal Light fluctuated slightly, and the Holy Master Shenxiao said indifferently: "What does the loss of my memory have to do with me?"

The old Taoist curled his lips: "Don't come here and pretend to be confused with me?"

"Senior brother, I checked my memory. The day I disappeared was the day I brought that kid Shen Tian."

"Also, I've already asked, Senior Sister Jinlian happened to be at the Holy Main Peak that day. You must have done something!"

As if thinking of something, the old Taoist's face became more and more resentful: "Oh, Senior Brother knows!"

"That water inverse yin and yang god thunder was not invented by Lao Dao!"

"Say, are you guys looking for money and joining forces to hack your brother's invention?"

"Okay Zhang Longyuan, brother, I didn't expect you to be this kind of person, but I still treat you as my own younger brother, uuuuu~"

At the end of the day, the old Taoist priest was full of grief and was about to cry, as if he had been betrayed.

The thunder fairy light on the main body of the goddess began to fluctuate violently.

He knew that his senior brother didn't want to force his face, but he didn't expect to be able to not force his face to such an extent.

The Holy Master Shenxiao said indifferently: "Senior brother, everything must have evidence. How can you contaminate people's innocence out of thin air?"

The old Taoist snorted: "The old Taoist is innocent? Do you think the fifth-order Jie Yi Dan is Chinese cabbage?"

"It can make my senior brother lose my memory, at least it must be a pseudo sixth-order Jie Yi Dan."

"In our Holy Land, besides you, who would carry this kind of thing with you? Tell me about it!"

"Also, junior brother and your uncle, what did the old Taoist lose the Shenxiao Longhu Pei? The old Tao also believed in your evil!"

"I deliberately checked my memory, and if nothing else, the dragon tiger was also lost that day!"

"Okay Zhang Longyuan, I think of you as a brother, but you are actually ignoring me!"

"You have completely broken my heart, senior brother. There are no ten or eight spiritual peaks in this matter, it is impossible to pass!"

Looking at the old Taoist priest who was filled with righteous indignation and extortion benefits, the fairy light on the main body of the Holy Spirit God slowly returned to calm.

The Holy Master Shenxiao said indifferently: "It's okay, since Senior Brother insists on trying to retrieve the memory of that day."

"Then this seat will satisfy the senior brother and let you look at the events of that day again."

After saying a word, the Holy Master Divine Sky lightly patted the Holy Throne, and a clear fairy light suddenly appeared.

That fairy light gradually condensed into a 3D picture, which was mapped in the Holy Lord's Hall. It was Shen Tian, ​​the old Taoist priest and others.

Yes, the Holy Master Shenxiao is recreating the scene of that day, so that the old Taoist priest can see the truth.

Of course, the picture about the principle of the Yin-Yang Thunderbolt Talisman has been deleted.

Everything that happened in the Holy Lord's Temple that day is repeating itself.

The mentality of the old Taoist is exploding!

...

"If I regret it, I am your grandson!"

"Call Grandpa first to hear it!"

"Grandpa~"

"It's okay to share, but you have to agree to three conditions."

"If Senior Brother, you refuse to teach Tian'er Body Refinement, it will be regarded as giving up the transaction."

"Senior brother, I don't have the heart to teach him any body refining techniques right now."

"If I regret it, I am your grandson!"

"This seat has not broken my oath, ho ho ho ho ho~"

At the end, the picture stopped abruptly, and it seemed a little rushed.

The main body of the goddess, the thunder fairy light, is fluctuating at an unprecedentedly violent amplitude.

His voice was even trembling: "Senior brother, look, I have not broken my oath."

At this moment, no matter how good the mentality of the old Taoist is, Rao's face is flushed: "I fought with you!"

Just as the old Taoist was ready to fight with his teeth and claws, the Holy Master Shenxiao was suddenly stunned.

The Holy Lord's decree in his arms slowly floated out, and a phantom appeared on the surface of the token.

That is Zhang Yunxi's figure: "Father, Xi'er has something to report."

Holy Master Shenxiao took a deep breath, and the lightning fairy light on his body slowly returned to calm.

...

Although the old Taoist was angry in his heart, he also knew that he had to save face for his junior and junior brothers when talking about business.

Otherwise, the younger brother would really beat him.

The message of the token was connected, and the Holy Master Shenxiao calmly said: "Xi'er, what happened?"

Zhang Yunxi said: "Father, the misty plain has changed, and a large number of immortal vines have been besieging the main city in the Yuan Ying period."

The Holy Master Shenxiao thought thoughtfully: "Is the immortal vine bound in the Yuan Ying period? I will notify Fang Chang and Yun Ting to support you!"

Zhang Yunxi shook his head: "I'm afraid it's not enough. This time the change is very difficult, and my daughter feels that it is not easy. At this time, Junior Brother Yundi and those Junior Brothers with Primordial Divine Thunder are trapped in the foggy city."

The Holy Master Shenxiao said indifferently: "Are you all trapped? Well, I will let Senior Brother Bilian visit later."

Zhang Yunxi added: "Not only that, Junior Brother Shen Tian is also in Misty City, and he has been lost with us for a day and a night."

When it was steep, the Thunder Immortal Light fluctuated violently like never before, almost collapsing.

Holy Master Shenxiao#: "Mist City, that's right!"

"Wait, this seat will be here soon!"