Suppressing luck is almost the supreme means of controlling the realm of heaven and earth, equivalent to the killer move of the realm of the Heavenly Saint level.
However, if someone were to try to track down someone who was in a state of suppressed luck, the immortal power within the immortal treasure would continue to be consumed.
The stronger a person's cultivation is, the more he can unleash the true power of the magic treasure.
Before the immortal power in the immortal treasure is exhausted, even a celestial being who specializes in wisdom calculation or channel perception may not be able to penetrate the area of luck suppression.
Liu Kun, who had been exposed, naturally no longer used this ability to hide, but instead exerted the original combat power of Baobing.
But Liu Kun felt extremely bitter at this moment, because his hesitation had put him in such a desperate situation.
After all, he only reluctantly used a magical-level immortal stone when there was only a trace of immortal power left in Wu Hou's car.
Perhaps at that moment, the luck suppression field was weakened, otherwise how could Ye Yixiao, who only practiced pupil technique, discover him.
All of this was caused by Chen Fei, who was plotting against him and trying to find him.
Because Ye Yixiao tore the crack, Chen Fei actually discovered the background of the evil thieves from Penglai Fairy Island.
This feud is irreconcilable!
"Hehehe, hehehe, little Liu Kun, you evil villain who killed the eldest son of the Ye family, why don't you surrender?"
"You didn't expect that, right? I, Ximen Huxue, am a genius in the way of wisdom!"
Chen Fei was lying on the ground, laughing arrogantly, with a look of pride plastered all over his face, vividly demonstrating what it meant for a villain to succeed.
The huge nine-dragon bronze chariot looked like a small palace. Liu Kun sat on the huge bronze throne in the center of the chariot, with violent green air currents rising and falling around him.
There was also a bronze airflow around Meng Chiyang. The shadow of Zhurong's Dharma image behind him vibrated and was absorbed into his inner world. The bronze airflow continued to condense on his body.
The bronze magic power around his body continued to expand, as if condensed into a slightly ethereal Dharma body, infinitely close to the secret realm of magical powers. Within the illusory bronze Dharma body, illusory Dao traces continued to condense and add.
Meng Chiyang was in the heart of the illusory bronze Dharmakaya giant, his forehead was full of blue veins and his nose began to bleed.
He roared wildly, and his whole body looked like a cooked shrimp. The bronze giant, several feet tall, suddenly moved slowly and grabbed the reins of Jiulong.
Bang!
The giant shook the reins, the nine dragons roared, and the huge wheels of the chariot began to move slowly, as if a path was crushed out in the void.
boom!
The Nine-Dragon Chariot soared into the sky, and in a breath it reached the sky. When it reached a height of one mile, the huge magic weapon became a small dot.
Liu Kun sat high on the huge bronze throne, his spirit integrated into the Wuhou chariot. Using the Wuhou chariot as his eyes, he could clearly see Chen Fei's arrogant look on the ground.
Although Liu Kun wanted to chop off Chen Fei's five limbs, he felt that the white holy temple in the center of the county government began to glow, so he had to suppress this wonderful idea.
“Alas, I, Liu Kun, was careless. Even if I have a precious weapon or magical treasure, I cannot get carried away.
Fortresses are always breached from within, and it was my own fault that led me to this situation!"
Liu Kun sighed slightly, and the bronze spears several meters long around him began to condense continuously.
The core of the ancient Si Sheng Temple, inside the Heavenly Offering Hall.
Wan Qianmo, the magistrate of Gusi County, twitched his face and threw a piece of the holy stone of the Grand Secretary into the center of the holy temple formation with great pain.
"Unruly people. Poor mountains and bad waters, small countries with few people are prone to producing unruly people. Damn it. What the hell is Ximen Huxue? Why doesn't Chen Fei just die!"
Wan Qianmo was so angry that he was breathing heavily. He felt extremely distressed and his face was almost twitching.
The Dagan Dynasty had more than 100,000 counties and prefectures, a vast territory, and numerous forces. Therefore, it gave great autonomy to the lords of a city, such as the county magistrate, prefect, and prefect, who were almost local emperors.
As long as he pays enough taxes every year, there is no local popularity and resentment from the people, and the overall fortune of the jurisdiction increases, if these three criteria are met, then the remaining resources collected will be his.
Asking him to use such resources to pursue the evil villain at this time is even more painful than killing him.
This is his money!
He was originally in Huaian Mansion, attending the engagement banquet of the young master of the Tang family. He was enjoying himself when he suddenly received news that the drum for public notification had been sounded.
When he hurried back, he found that the person beating the drum was not a member of Dagan's tribe. He was so angry that he almost fainted.
This drum of denunciation once again struck the pain and long-lost memories in Wan Qianmo's heart.
He seemed to have returned to that snowy day of the year when his mother brought him and his two brothers to beat the drum at the Huaian government office, suing the head of the Wan family for not recognizing his own blood.
After entering the Wan family, my mother died of illness less than half a year later.
Wan Qianmo now thought of his mother, who was so thin before her death that she looked like a monster. She didn't have any of the beauty of Huai'an's most talented woman.
But she was so gentle, and the words she whispered while holding their brother's hand before she died echoed deeply in his heart.
"Even if you are looked down upon in the Holy Dao family, you will eventually rise to prominence. You must be happy!"
Wan Qianmo's expression became increasingly cold. Those who were hindering his pursuit of happiness must be eradicated!
boom!
The holy temple shone brightly, and a beam of light shot straight into the sky, sealing the heavens and the earth. Wan Qianmo came back to his senses from his memories, and his chaotic heart calmed down again, without any unnecessary emotions.
Feeling that the Nine-Dragon Bronze Chariot was about to fly out of Gusi County, Wan Qianmo's voice spread throughout the city in an instant.
"All cultivators of the civil arts should unleash their Heavenly Blessing Killing Moves. Families and sects with precious weapons should take action to weaken the ruined Immortal Treasure House!"
As soon as the Nine Dragon Chariot flew to the edge of Gusi County, it felt like it had hit an invisible barrier.
This invisible barrier was not hard, but it was as tough as cowhide. The Nine-Dragon Chariot was bounced back towards the city.
In the ancient Si city, huge auras rose, the vitality of heaven and earth was turbulent, and the wind and clouds changed color.
Knives, spears, axes, hatchets, swords, ruyi, bows...
Hundreds of people held precious weapons in their hands, and with the help of the power of the weapons, they flew into the sky and surrounded the Nine Dragon Chariot. Various killing moves, like rainbow lights, hit Liu Kun who was sitting on the giant bronze throne.
Liu Kun gritted his teeth and glanced at the bronze armored warriors around him. These warriors had not yet been activated.
Feeling the deep fear of being locked in by various killing auras, Liu Kun had no choice but to slam the bronze chair.
boom!
The nine dragons roared, exhaled, merged into one ball, and bloomed like fireworks.
A hazy energy unfolded, and all the magical killing moves launched by the precious weapons were touched by this energy and were instantly extinguished like flames being doused with cold water.
There were seven or eight passionate young men riding precious weapons and rushing in the front, and they were also enveloped by this misty energy.
These people's faces suddenly changed, their weapons fell silent, and their internal energy disappeared without a trace.
One by one, the warriors, who were at least at the Juren level, lost their cultivation and became like ordinary people who had not yet advanced to the secret realm of the physical body. They fell to the ground with screams and turned into blood gourds, and were obviously dead.
The victim appeared.
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