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

Shen Tian snorted coldly, and his fist covering one yuan of heavy water slammed out.

The surging power of the gods and demons blesses the heavy water of one yuan, making the power of the heavy water stronger.

The face of the evil spirit cultivator with a melon face suddenly changed, and he quickly cast a spell to condense a black evil flower in front of him.

This flower exudes a strong evil spirit, and screams can be vaguely heard among the flowers, which is obviously not a serious spell.

Shen Tian could clearly feel the evil and weirdness of this black flower-shaped spell.

But he doesn't care, because absolute power can crush everything.

Shen Tian's fist was not blocked by this evil flower spell, but directly shook the evil flower into pieces.

Immediately afterwards, his fist smashed the cultist's chest like a bamboo stick, and suddenly knocked him out dozens of meters away.

The power of one punch is so terrifying!

The cultists in the entire valley were dumbfounded.

"Good boy, this seat underestimates you," the blood-robed palace master smiled, "You just called yourself a holy son?"

"Now there are only two holy places of Yaochi and Shenxiao on this ancient battlefield, and there is no holy child in the holy place of Yaochi, so you are Shentian, the holy son of Shenxiao?"

The Blood-robed Hall Master looked at Shen Tian and couldn't help but applaud softly: "It is said that the Son of God Shen Tian is not only incomparably talented and courageous, but also has a face that can make the saintess go crazy."

"Originally, I didn't believe it, but now that I see you, I believe it."

"Shen Tian, ​​your appearance is not under the seat of your youth."

Quiet.

The whole canyon was quiet.

Those black-robed deacons all looked at the blood-robed hall master with strange eyes.

As for Shen Tian, ​​he was quietly retreating towards the outside of the valley.

The blood-robed palace master said calmly: "Cough, don't think about escaping, you won't have any chance. Shen Tian, ​​how about we make a deal?"

Shen Tian was slightly taken aback: "Deal? What deal?"

There was a smile on the face of the blood-robed hall master: "I hope you can join this sect. If you want, I can accept you as a disciple in person."

"With your talent, luck and appearance, coupled with the teachings of this seat, it will not be difficult for you to become the supreme son of this teaching in the future."

"You must know that the Holy Son of this religion has more power than those Holy Sons of the Holy Land, think about it!"

Evil spirit sect, want to pull Ben Son into the sect?

Shen Tian was stunned, does this holy son look like an outlaw?

"Thanks for the great love from the palace master, but I am afraid that Shen will suffer no luck. Shen still has clothes confiscated in Xianmen Town, so I will say goodbye."

After all, Shen Tian suddenly condensed the Suzaku Thunder Armor, turned into a red shadow and rushed out of the valley.

"Haha, it's nice to be young."

There was a smile on the face of the blood-robed hall master: "Unfortunately, it is not your decision whether to enter the school or not."

"If such a good seedling can be attracted to the sect, it will be of great benefit to the sect's future development of believers."

"Hei Tian, ​​Hei Xuan, keep the Holy Son of God! I will talk to him when I look back, and I will be able to convince him to join the Holy Religion."

After all, the blood-robed palace master sat down on the chair in a leisurely manner, looking at Shen Tian with admiration on his face.

It seems... I'm looking at what waves Shen Tian can make.

"Yes, Hall Master!"

Among the black-robed deacons, the two most powerful beings came out, and they were covered with black aura.

The two grinned wickedly and reached out to grab Shen Tian.

Immediately, the endless black qi surged, catching up with Shen Tian in an instant, and condensed into a huge suffocating palm that overturned.

"Stay here for this seat!"

The cultivation base of each of these two people has reached the peak of Nascent Soul Stage, and half of their feet have already stepped into the realm of Soul Transformation Stage, and they are still working together.

The power of this suffocating big mudra is enough to make the powerhouses of the God Transformation stage take it seriously.

Shen Tian knew that even though his current strength was not what it used to be, he still couldn't stop this move.

"Why are you forcing me? Why are you forcing me!"

Shen Tian sadly took out a golden token from his arms: "Why did you force me to destroy you?"

These are the three life-saving hairs given by the master, and once you use them, you will be less than once!

As soon as he gritted his teeth, Shen Tian entered the mana into the Holy Son Order to activate it.

Boom~!

In an instant, the entire Holy Son Order burst out with divine light, and a powerful and majestic aura swept across hundreds of miles.

A phantom with a book in the left hand and a sword in the right, shrouded in the thunder and immortal light, slowly appeared in the canyon.

Facing the big mudra grabbed towards Shen Tian, ​​the phantom slowly pierced out the immortal sword in his hand.

At a steep time, the thick clouds on the top of Jiuxiaoyun surged, and the endless thunder floated and flickered in it, and then turned into a thunder column and gathered on the fairy sword in the virtual shadow's hand.

Long~!

Rumble~!

Rumble rumble rumble~!

The originally silver sword, under the continuous condensation of thunder, turned into purple.

A terrifying thunder giant sword with a length of hundreds of feet appeared in the black valley, illuminating the entire valley.

"God Xiaotianwei, lead him with a sword!"

The virtual shadow spoke slowly, with an unquestionable majesty in his voice, as if he were punishing on behalf of the sky.

When the phantom appeared, all the cultists in the canyon showed panic, which was suppressed instinctively.

Especially Hei Tian and Hei Xuan, who were facing the phantom, were all suffocating and shivering.

If there is no external help, under this level of attack, they will almost certainly die.

After all, thunder is the energy of heaven's punishment, and it is the most restraint of evil demons.

"Zhang Longyuan is really willing, cruel enough!"

The blood-robed hall master's expression changed slightly, although he was a saint who had transitioned to the tribulation period, he was not afraid of the attacks differentiated by the divine master.

But he is not afraid, it does not mean that his subordinates can withstand this blow.

After all, if he didn't help, no cultists in the canyon would be able to retreat under such an attack.

"Bone blood palm print!!!"

Under the blood-colored robe, stretched out a dry palm.

The palm was so shriveled that there was almost no flesh and veins to be seen.

But the whole body of the palm was a strange blood red, and the palm and the back of the palm were covered with strange lines.

He suddenly stretched out his palm and blocked the thunder long sword swung by the pilgrim phantom, and a giant palm print appeared in the void.

This is a bloody white bone palm print, exuding an extremely gloomy aura.

Looking at this bloody palm print, it was like seeing a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

...

After all, the Shenxiao Thunder Sword still collided with the blood palm print, and the land collapsed in an instant.

The terrifying tide of energy suddenly swept across dozens of miles, and obvious vibrations could be felt within a thousand miles.

"It seems that I can't hide it!"

The blood-robed palace master's face darkened slightly: "Since you insist on forcing this seat to do this, then don't blame this seat for making things completely escalating."

"Don't think that if you alert the elders of Xianmen Town, they will be able to rescue you. You don't even know what kind of existence a saint is!"

"Before they get here, this seat will take your concocted obedience and take you away!"

Taking a deep breath, the Blood-robed Palace Master suddenly waved his sleeves.

In an instant, the smoke and dust in the entire valley dissipated.

The place where Shen Tian was originally was already empty.

Blood-robed Palace Master: "???"

Blood Robe Hall Master#: "!!!"

Blood-robed Palace Master: "...???!!!"

"I didn't expect you to still have such a mysterious escape technique?"

The blood-robed hall master coughed lightly: "It's a pity that this seat has locked your breath, even if you go deep into the ground, you can still be pulled out!"

As soon as the blood-robed hall master's voice fell, he saw that the aura that was traversing rapidly underground suddenly disappeared.

The entire valley was unbelievably quiet for a while.

It's just that everyone felt as if they heard something.

slap~

clap~

clap clap~

Yes, the slap in the face!

"How is it possible, how can this kid escape the lock of this seat?"

The blood-robed hall master felt a burning pain in his face, this shouldn't be! This is not scientific... Metaphysics!

You must know that he is a saint, even if it is only the first-level saint of a catastrophe, it is an existence that has set foot in the field of the Holy Dao.

There are ants under the saints, this sentence is not just talk.

Even if it is the existence of the peak of the spirit transformation stage, it is almost impossible to restrain the energy in front of him.

Shen Tian is not at the golden age, how could he do this?

It's like a little ant bit you and you're about to run over it with one finger.

It turned out that this little ant suddenly disappeared under your eyelids.

Suffocated, unbelievable!

The blood-robed hall master said that his face hurts!

"Do you think that you can escape from this seat by mastering a secret technique of restraining qi?"

"If you can run, the monk can't run away from the temple. I will go to the town of Xianmen now and destroy all your fellow students. I don't believe you can't come out!"

The monstrous blood evil spirit radiated from the blood-robed hall master, tyrannical, murderous, and angry.

Cultivating evil methods, using the blood, soul, and evil spirits of life to cultivate faster, but also more prone to problems in terms of mood.

Therefore, all the monks of the evil spirit sect are basically extremely irritable, paranoid, and surly.

Sometimes, it can even do the same thing.

...

At this time, the murderous aura emanating from the main body of the Blood Robe Hall shattered the clouds.

Within a radius of hundreds of miles, countless creatures were trembling, feeling the surging pressure and murderous erosion.

No one doubted what the Blood Soul Hall Master said, because if there were no saints in the Holy Land, he would indeed have the strength to slaughter Xianmen Town.

It's just that the two holy places of Yaochi and Shenxiao will be completely angered at this time, attracting endless pursuit.

"Kill all of you, retrieve the formation flag, and rescue Lord Holy Spirit. What if your master comes?"

The blood-robed palace master walked towards Xianmen Town with a sneer, not very fast, and seemed to be torturing Shen Tian on purpose to make him feel guilty.

"Originally, this seat was not prepared to be so high-profile. You forced this seat. They all died because of you."

"Don't even think about contacting the saints of your holy land to come to help, Xianmen Town is too far away from your holy land.

"Even if Zhang Longyuan came immediately upon receiving the news, it would take at least a moment to arrive."

"And a quarter of an hour is enough for this seat to wash the blood of Xianmen Town three times!"

The blood-robed hall master talked as he walked, as if the massacre was just an ordinary thing for him.

"How about it, would you like to go with this seat?"

"As long as you join the Holy Religion, this seat will spare your fellow students."

The blood-robed hall master smiled: "Think about it!"

As the Blood-robed Palace Master got closer and closer to Xianmen Town, the smile on his face became more and more intense.

Because he felt it, a breath reappeared in the ground, and it was rapidly rushing towards the ground.

Boom~!

The earth burst, Shen Tian carried the golden wings on his back, and looked at the blood-robed hall master helplessly.

His face was full of pain: "I said, can't you live well? Why do you have to force this holy son to kill you?"

Frankly speaking, Shen Tian was about to leave, but the Blood-robed Palace Master was determined to do something.

He also washed Xianmen Town with blood, not to mention how many Shen Tian's partners there are in Xianmen Town.

Just the sturdy leeks, Shen Tian couldn't bear it!

A good saint, why do you have to provoke me!

One is different and the other is wide, isn't it delicious to find each other's mother?

Don't do things, do things!

...

"Destroy me?"

Listening to Shen Tian's arrogant words, the blood-robed palace master laughed angrily: "I want to see how you can destroy me."

At this moment, the Blood-robed Hall Master stood proudly in the void, and the terrifying Shengwei poured out towards Shen Tian.

The atmosphere was instantly tense, and killing intent filled the void.

one second~

two seconds~

three seconds~

At Shen Tian's dantian, a small purple tower kept spinning.

A faint purple light diffused from the small tower.

Beautiful and deadly!