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

Feeling the turbulent weather surging out of the old Taoist priest, the Blood-robed Hall Master was stunned.

Do shrimp?

Is this the god horse situation?

Wasn't this Bi Lian on the verge of burping?

How come this seat has just been broken out, and this guy's momentum has recovered again?

Is it a flashback?

Hmm, it must be a flashback trying to scare me!

The blood-robed hall master sneered: "Hehe, do you think you can fool me?"

"I was hit twice by the seven-kill blood gun in this seat, and the power of the seven-kill ravaged my whole body. How could it be okay?"

The old Taoist clapped his stick in his hand and walked slowly towards the Blood-robed Hall Master: "It doesn't matter if there is anything in this seat, you have to worry about it."

"Seven Kills!!!"

The blood-robed palace master's face was slightly condensed, and he suddenly sacrificed endless spear gangs.

The old Taoist snorted coldly, "Too slow!"

As soon as the voice fell, his entire body suddenly turned into an afterimage and disappeared in place.

Heaven and Earth can no longer detect his breath, as if the old Taoist priest has completely disappeared from this world at this moment.

"Nie Zha, eat my old way!"

A loud shout suddenly sounded behind the blood-robed hall master, and the old Taoist figure reappeared.

The golden long stick in his hand danced endlessly and greeted the blood-robed hall master.

Bang~!

Bang Bang Bang ~!

Bang Bang Bang Bang ~! ! !

Every time the stick was hit, it slammed heavily on the blood-colored spear in the hands of the Blood-robed Hall Master.

The blood-robed hall master only felt as if he had been hit by an ancient reckless bull, and the tiger's mouth was rapidly cracking and bleeding.

This, is this really a return to light?

But this time the light is too dazzling! Who is so good when it comes back to the light?

An ominous premonition gradually rose in the heart of the Blood-robed Palace Master, and he felt as if he had made a wrong judgment.

"Look at the old-fashioned Shenxiao's dog-beating stick!"

The old Taoist shouted loudly, and the golden stick in his hand was faster, directly breaking the marksmanship defense of the blood-robed hall master.

In an instant, the stick shadows that people can't even catch their eyes are all poured on the blood-robed hall master.

Each stick tore the void, and the power of each stick was terrifying to the extreme.

With every stick, the blood-robed hall master doubted his life.

He reluctantly found that he was completely unable to resist the old Taoist's stick.

Under the attack of the old Taoist cudgel, the army collapsed.

The blood-robed hall master spat out a mouthful of blood: "You bastard, this seat is a saint! You actually..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that the golden god stick with a thick golden halo stabbed the blood-robed palace master in the face, knocking him flying.

"Saint? Haha, what a weak saint!"

The old Taoist was very sticky, and directly stabbed half of the blood-robed palace master's mouth full of teeth.

Then, he suddenly danced out countless stick shadows with the long stick in his hand, hitting the Blood-robed Hall Master unable to fight back.

"As expected of Senior Brother Chu He, he is still so strong after so many years, Dan Wu will definitely try to catch up with Senior Brother."

Dan Wu Tianzun looked at the old Taoist fascinatedly, and urged the Yaotai mirror to record.

Such a rare opportunity to observe the heroic fighting spirit of the old Taoist priest is rarely seen on weekdays.

"The saint who suppresses the Jindan Qi refining system in the period of the gods and demons refining the body and the soul, the senior brother hides too deeply on weekdays."

Bai Lian Tianzun was also amazed. At this time, the strength displayed by the old Taoist priest was unknown to her junior sister.

However, they were not too shocked, because it was not the first time that the old Taoist had done the work against the saint.

"asshole!"

"Chu Longhe, the shame of today is recorded here."

"In the future, if I succeed in my practice, I will definitely come back to you to take revenge for today's insult."

The blood-robed hall master showed shame and anger in his eyes, and the blood-colored beads in his hand suddenly threw at the old Taoist priest, and the blood glow increased greatly.

At the same time as the blood-colored light increased greatly, cracks appeared on the surface of the beads, as if they would collapse into pieces at any time.

Yes, the blood-robed hall master was actually self-destructing the sacred artifact at the bottom of the pressure box at this time.

In the face of the existence under the holy order of Chu Longhe, he was forced to escape by exploding the magic weapon.

This kind of shame is absolutely unbearable for any saint.

However, the blood-robed hall master was worthy of being a hero, and he held back his shame and anger.

Only by running away alive can you have a chance to turn defeat into victory.

Boom~! ! !

The blood-colored beads expanded rapidly, and soon completely collapsed into a mass of energy tides.

The old Taoist priest who fought against the blood-robed hall master was naturally located in the core area where the blood-colored beads erupted, and was completely engulfed by the energy tide.

"Sacred Heaven Holy Land, this seat will definitely come back!"

The blood-robed palace master exploded the seven killing beads, completely restraining the old Taoist priest.

And he himself turned around and shot towards the ancient battlefield after releasing the cruel words.

Although in the ancient battlefield, the cultivator's cultivation will be suppressed to the foundation stage, and it is very dangerous to face the evil spirits on the battlefield.

However, with the understanding of spells in the realm of the Holy Spirit of the Blood-robed Hall Master, even at the foundation-building stage, he has a lot of confidence and can survive on the battlefield.

In contrast, the old Taoist priest is more dangerous.

If you don't hide in the battlefield, I am afraid that it will be even worse to be caught up by Bilian Tianzun.

And as long as he successfully escaped into the ancient battlefield, relying on the countless powerful undead, it would not be difficult for him to get rid of the old Taoist and escape successfully.

...

Seeing that the blood-robed hall master exploded the seven killing beads, he broke through thousands of miles and was about to break into the ancient battlefield.

The old Taoist did not succeed in stopping it.

When the aftermath of the self-destruction of the Seven Killing Beads was completely carried by the old Taoist priest, the gossip clothes on his body were almost tattered.

His face became pale again, and he slowly fell from the void: "Damn, you don't hesitate to explode the Seven Killing Orbs that are comparable to the Holy Artifact!"

The old Taoist looked at the blood-robed palace master who was about to flee into the battlefield: "It's hateful, the old Taoist tried his last breath, and finally let this evil barrier escape."

As he said that, he turned around and looked at Shen Tian, ​​his face pale as paper: "Tian'er, I'm really dying this time."

"Look at what we talked about before, think about the matter of you worshiping Lao Dao as your teacher before he died?"

Listening to the old Taoist priest's serious words, I felt the rapidly weakening breath on his body.

The blood-robed hall master who had rushed to the ancient battlefield was stagnant, and then continued to flee without hesitation.

Granny's Bear!

It's enough to be fooled once by you old boy, and you also expect to use this routine to fool the second time. Is it true that a cult has no IQ?

Even the blood-robed hall master no longer believes in the old Taoist priest, let alone Shen Tian, ​​after all, he is not a fool.

Shen Tian wiped his sweat and looked at the old Taoist priest: "Didn't you say that your life will be soon?"

The old Taoist's face was slightly red: "Cough, it was just back to the light."

"This time, I was seriously injured by this self-destructing holy weapon. This old man is really dying."

In Shen Tian's mind, an old laughter sounded. "

This laughter made Shen Tian feel offended.

His face suddenly darkened: "Master, don't worry, you were seriously injured to save me."

"If you have any accident, Tian'er will definitely bury you thickly. Every day of the first day, fifteenth day, Chongyang, and Qingming Festival, I will personally sweep your tomb for you."

"Now, can you return to the light again? Otherwise, that guy will flee into the ancient battlefield."

Listening to Shen Tianmu's emotional words, the anticipation and smile on the old Taoist priest's face slowly solidified.

He knew that this good apprentice of the money tree was out of the game.

Blood kill, why do you want to die?

why! ! !