Xijiangzhou, Xijiangzhou City.

Countless cultivators gathered here. With one month left before the event began, Qin Haitian, Shui Yingyue and Lin Chuxue, his two fellow Taoists, were about to arrive in Xijiang City.

Yes, after the system was upgraded, it took more than a year before Qin Haitian and his three companions finally arrived at the outskirts of Xijiang City.

In fact, the main reason was that they were traveling along the way and did not seize the time to travel. Otherwise, it would not have taken them nearly ten years to get here.

At this time, among the mountains outside Xijiang City, stars were falling like waterfalls.

Qin Haitian stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the brightly lit city in the distance. A faint golden light appeared in his Eyes of Delusion. Thousands of kilometers away, the words "Xijiang" on the city wall were flowing with a faint blue light in the night, and it looked as if they were carved out of black ice.

"Master, there are several auras of supreme monks hidden in the city." Qin Qiao'e suddenly spoke, and her white fingers lightly tapped the void.

The mark of the Human Emperor's Palace appeared between her eyebrows, reflecting the flow of spiritual energy in the entire city in great detail.

She is a spirit born from the Human Emperor Palace. Although her fighting power is not good, she has some extraordinary abilities. For example, her perception ability is very strong. Of course, she only relies on the Human Emperor Palace.

The jade pendant on Shui Yingyue's waist suddenly hummed, and she frowned and said, "It seems that an enemy is approaching us!"

Lin Chuxue was about to speak when a sound of breaking air suddenly came from the distance.

Twelve black-robed figures came galloping on a blood-red flying boat. The young man in the lead had a red flame-like line between his brows and swung out a hundred-foot-long blood-red whip in his hand. "What a beautiful lady! Why don't you follow me back to Ghost Blade Sect..."

"You are courting death by coveting my woman." A destructive light suddenly appeared in Qin Haitian's eyes. The shadow of the Human Emperor Palace appeared vaguely behind him, and a ray of destructive light streaked across the sky.

The blood light shattered into pieces before it got close to him. The young master of the Ghost Blade Sect was struck by lightning and hit by the Eye of Destruction. Blood gushed out of his seven orifices and he fell off the flying boat.

The rest of the monks under his command were about to take action, but they saw Shui Yingyue raise her white hand lightly, and the entire void was frozen like a scroll. Then she waved her hand, and terrible rays of light enveloped those people. Puff puff puff, all of them died instantly.

[The plundered luck value is 5.2 million! 】

The system prompt sounded in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Of course, in addition to the Holy Son of the Ghost Blade Sect, his Taoist partner also gained some luck points by killing other people. However, compared with the Holy Son of the Ghost Blade Sect, the luck points of others were relatively small. Adding them together, it was only over one million!

Qin Haitian's lips curled slightly. It seemed that Xijiang Province was indeed full of opportunities. He had just approached Xijiang City and had not yet entered the city when someone presented him with a big gift, a luck value of more than one million. Obviously, although the young master of the Ghost Blade Sect did not have a strong cultivation base, he was already a genius.

As for this so-called Ghost Blade Sect, how strong was it? He didn't care at all.

After ten years of training, his cultivation has now reached the fourth level of the Nine Suns Realm. As for his combat power? He had sparred with Shui Yingyue on the road. He was able to defeat Shui Yingyue without using his full strength, and Shui Yingyue's cultivation was the ninth level of the Return to One Realm.

A hunchbacked old man came towards them, leaning on a mahogany stick. His eyes were cloudy, but as sharp as an eagle's. He stared at Qin Haitian intently, as if he wanted to eat him alive. His voice was hoarse and low, with endless anger: "Boy, you dared to kill my sect's son. You are really guilty of a heinous crime!"

Before he finished speaking, there was a loud noise, and the whole mountain seemed to be torn apart by a giant hand, and a gully a hundred feet long was forcibly split open. In the gully, blood-colored array patterns spread like a spider web, quickly trapping Qin Haitian and his companions in the center.

Then, nine huge bronze puppets emerged from the ground. Each of them was dozens of feet tall, exuding an ancient and mysterious aura. The chains held by these puppets were engraved with dense ancient runes, flashing with strange light.

"This is the Nine Ghosts Trapping Immortal Formation of the Ghost Blade Sect!" Shui Yingyue's face changed slightly upon seeing this, and the long sword in her hand was instantly unsheathed. The sword light flickered, and the sword intent was like a bright moon hanging high in the sky.

She shouted tenderly, "Husband, be careful, these puppets can devour spiritual energy! Let me kill him! It's also a good opportunity to test my current combat power!"

Qin Haitian nodded. He knew how powerful the Nine Ghosts Immortal Trapping Formation was, but he also had enough confidence in Shui Yingyue's strength. He reminded her, "Be careful. I will clear the formation for you!"

Shui Yingyue's figure flashed like a ghost, and she instantly rushed into the Nine Ghosts Trapping Immortal Formation.

Her speed was as fast as lightning, and every step she took was on the mysterious nodes of her magical and ever-changing body movements. Her figure was illusory and elusive.

At the same time, she activated the bright moon body in her body, and her whole body radiated bright moonlight, which echoed with the long sword in her hand. Her swordsmanship was as smooth as flowing clouds and water, and each sword contained endless sword intent, as if to tear the world apart.

"Only my swordsmanship!" Shui Yingyue shouted softly, and swung the long sword in her hand violently. A shocking sword light came out and rushed straight towards the nine bronze puppets.

The fierce sword moves shone towards the bronze puppets like the bright moonlight. Several puppets were hit by the sword energy in an instant. The runes on their bodies flickered, as if they were resisting.

However, Shui Yingyue's swordsmanship became more and more powerful, and cracks began to appear on the puppet.

Seeing this, the hunchbacked old man muttered something, and the remaining bronze puppets merged together to form a huge bronze monster, which opened its bloody mouth and pounced towards Shui Yingyue.

Qin Haitian's eyes flashed, and he immediately activated the Eye of Destruction, creating a barrier to protect Shui Yingyue.

The Eye of Destruction has terrifying attack power, and can also be transformed into a defensive shield for defense!

The monster crashed into the barrier, making a deafening noise.

Shui Yingyue took this opportunity to condense all her spiritual power into the sword, turning it into a bright sword light that pierced straight into the monster's heart.

With a loud bang, the monster exploded into pieces.

The hunchbacked old man was horrified and turned around to run away.

How could Qin Haitian let him succeed? He used his supernatural powers to block in front of him and raised his hand to strike him with a terrifying sword!

The hunchbacked old man was hit, vomited blood, collapsed to the ground, and then died.

Qin Haitian said coldly: "He deserved it for killing your Zong Shengzi! You are seeking death, so I will grant your wish!"

"Ding~~~ Congratulations to the host, you have plundered 110,000 luck points!"

Qin Haitian couldn't help but twitch his mouth: "......"

Wow, this old man’s cultivation is much higher than that of the Saint Son of their sect, because the Saint Son of the Ghost Knife Sect’s cultivation is only the second level of the Eight Gates Realm, but the luck value is dozens of times different!

Actually, it is understandable.

This hunchbacked old man is not far from his death.

Whether he can break through to the Martial King realm is still unknown!

Such a person has very low potential, and possessing a luck value of 110,000 may be a kind of respect for the powerful people who have reached the ninth level of the Guiyi Realm?