The distance from the center of the Hunyuan Wuji Formation to the inscription is less than seven miles.
For Zhang Xuezhou, who was in a flying position or even swept by the wave of spiritual energy, the distance was not long and it did not take much time.
But in a daze, Zhang Xuezhou felt that after using all nine of his evasive techniques to impact, he fell to the ground like a piece of wood.
"Wake up, wake up!"
The voice of Cuo Bugui seems to be in the sky, and it is like shouting in the ears.
This voice was noisy and urgent, and even had a hint of intimacy that Zhang Xuezhou was familiar with.
There was an extra face in the gorgeous geomagnetic light. Zhang Xuezhou shook his head vigorously and felt that his head was extremely heavy, as if it was filled with water.
"He was in the center of the spiritual energy jet and was hit too hard!"
Daojun's voice came, and Cuo Bugui asked urgently.
"It's like taking a powerful drug to strengthen your body, but he took too much!"
Daojun also made an analogy.
"The only good thing is that he didn't eat to the point of bursting his body. It seems that he is still very proud of his heavy skills." Daojun clicked his tongue and said in wonder: "There are not many people in this realm who have heavy skills. Most of them are after the magical power realm." There is a magic technique that can suppress your body!"
"How can our Yin Yang family have any serious skills?" Cuo Bugui said with a headache: "In addition to refining elixirs, we only set up formations!"
"He is not only a descendant of the Yin Yang family, he at least has an important inheritance from the Xiang Sect, and his flying technique is derived from the "Yunzhong Technique" inherited by Lei Ming. It may be possible to learn other techniques to deal with situations. !”
Daojun shook his head and mentioned the miscellaneous things Zhang Xuezhou had learned, which surprised Cuo Bugui.
But after learning about Zhang Xuezhou's situation from Lord Dao and receiving assurance from Lord Dao, Hao Bugui felt a lot more at ease.
No matter how dangerous it is to hold the Hunyuan Wuji Formation, Zhang Xuezhou has already walked out of that danger.
It seems that Zhang Xuezhou solved the problem in a short time, but as long as Zhang Xuezhou's acupuncture points are not completely covered, the gravitational and repulsive forces induced by the three secret places are likely to involve Zhang Xuezhou, and then crush him into bone powder.
Fortunately it all passed.
Looking at Zhang Xuezhou's eyes full of confusion, he looked carefully for a while, and then he noticed the changes in Zhang Xuezhou's other places.
As if he had grown a little wider, Zhang Xuezhou's face no longer looked as young as before, but a little more mature.
This time span seems to bring years of change to a matter of minutes.
It was only a few minutes, but Zhang Xuezhou seemed to have grown up several years.
This difference made Hao Bugui's heart skip a beat.
It is not a problem to change the appearance of eighteen or nineteen-year-old to twenty-twenty-twenty-three-year-old, but older people are likely to age and die if they are affected by the change.
He carefully touched several places on Zhang Xuezhou's body, and it was difficult to tell whether Zhang Xuezhou's longevity had been cut off.
"Lord Daojun, does the art of physiognomy really shorten one's lifespan?" Cuo Bugui asked.
"I have never studied physiognomy, and I don't know whether it will shorten my life, but it is true that physiognomists have many enemies." Daojun replied: "Most of the monks in the physiognomy also die relatively early."
Fu Bugui examined Zhang Xuezhou's appearance, and Daojun also saw clearly Zhang Xuezhou's current appearance.
Compared to a quarter of an hour ago, Zhang Xuezhou's appearance had indeed matured a lot, and he was almost a different person.
"He does have some 'luck', but it doesn't seem to be much. Now I'm afraid it's entering a backlash period!"
Thinking of Zhang Xuezhou's continuous stepping on the nodes until now, Daojun felt that Zhang Xuezhou's luck should have retreated and fallen to the bottom.
If it weren't for luck, Zhang Xuezhou would have died long ago without leaving a trace of dust behind.
But it is difficult for "luck" to keep Zhang Xuezhou in his original state. This can only mean that the "luck" in Zhang Xuezhou's body has been exhausted. He is just an ordinary person now, and his luck is even worse than that of ordinary people.
"This is his 'luck', why not our luck!"
Traveling or forming a relationship with someone who has good luck can obviously share the corresponding benefits at the same time.
Daojun doesn't get much, but at least he has fulfilled your lord's instructions, and will gain the yang soul transformation technique from your lord.
If, like Jiuling Yuan Sheng, he couldn't see through the truth and wanted to kill Zhang Xuezhou, perhaps some special situation would have been induced at that time, causing all the gains to be outweighed by the losses.
The power of "luck" cannot be measured, but just like the general trend, anyone who goes against the general trend will hit his head and bleed, but only those who follow the trend can leap over the dragon's gate and ride the waves of "potential" to keep rising.
"It's a pity that the spell is too dark. Jiang Shang's mention of the 'luck' path has almost no chance of us!"
As a spell that is described by terms such as darkness and gloom, this kind of spell is naturally disliked by 'luck'.
Daojun has tried to cultivate luck in the past, but no matter how he practiced, he couldn't feel any luck.
There are only so many ways to cultivate luck in the world. Although Daojun has never practiced luck, he is familiar with the art of luck.
He could see no trace of luck on Zhang Xuezhou.
It's more like the other person was instilled with 'luck' out of thin air.
Daojun likes this kind of 'luck' brought out of thin air.
If possible, he hopes that he can also reproduce it simultaneously, even if it is only brilliant for a moment, it is better than being mediocre and ordinary.
He thought for a few seconds before reaching out towards Zhang Xuezhou.
As if he had been suppressed for a long time, the blood veins in Zhang Xuezhou's wrist were cut open, and the blood spurted out like a fountain.
"Daojun..."
"It doesn't matter, it just makes him less uncomfortable and helps him wake up. His body is very strong now and he won't care about this little blood!"
Hao Bugui asked fearfully, while Daojun waved his hand and pointed towards Zhang Xuezhou.
Fu Bugui saw that Zhang Xuezhou's eyes, which had been straight before, moved around in a circle, and then became more flexible.
"There's a lot of water in my head!" Zhang Xuezhou muttered, "Can you make a hole in my head too!"
"Don't talk nonsense, you will die if your head is punched," Hou Bugui said urgently to protect him.
"Don't worry, he is just unconscious at the moment, I won't punch a hole in his head!"
Daojun shook his head, then squatted down and looked straight at Zhang Xuezhou.
"Let me ask you, where does the 'luck' in your body come from? How did you get it?"
At this time, Your Majesty and the Nine Spirits Yuansheng were absorbing the rich spiritual energy emitted from the earth veins, but Daojun ignored this opportunity after giving up.
If Zhang Xuezhou could reveal the truth, he would definitely gain more than what he gained from this spiritual energy tide.
"My 'luck'? What 'luck'?"
"Luck is a special power that allows you to survive risks and make your wishes come true." Daojun explained: "You have the power of 'luck' in your body!"
"I have practiced the Grave Sutra!"
"If your ancestors don't have many holy land lords, the tomb scriptures can't protect you from the Hunyuan Wuji Formation." Daojun said, "Do you have any peerless powerful people in your ancestors?"
"It seems not!"
"Then where did you get your 'luck'?"
In Daojun's eyes, the strange appearance of withered vines appeared, and there were stars all over the sky.
He looked at Zhang Xuezhou and got a glimpse of the answer in Zhang Xuezhou's heart.
"I don't know if it's the 'luck' His Majesty Emperor Jing gave me!"
"Can you send 'luck'? How? Why have I never heard of sending 'luck'?"
Zhang Xuezhou's answer came from what he thought in his heart, and was also the real answer Daojun needed.
But this answer surprised Daojun.
He only felt that the times continued to advance, and his luck skills were different.
"He gave it to me before he died!"
Zhang Xuezhou muttered in a low voice.
His eyes were lively but shrouded in mist, as if he had lost himself under the stars in the sky.
It wasn't until his hand pinched the Snake's Eye bag hanging on his waist and a bright moon flashed across his mind that Zhang Xuezhou finally came to his senses.
(End of chapter)
