Chapter 3270: The Power of Luck

Outside the ancient land.

Not only the Heavenly Gold Saint.

In other places in the Dao Realm, there are also Saint-level masters with unfathomable cultivation. They all have different expressions. Some are angry, some sneer, and some are silent.

Although the Saint-level masters cannot enter the ancient land.

But with the means they have mastered, they can sense what is happening in the ancient land.

Many of the cultivators in the ancient land are like their eyes.

So for the Saint-level masters, Luo Xiu's appearance appeared in their eyes at this moment.

The figure standing proudly in the chaos and nothingness is like the incarnation of eternity.

At the same time.

Luo Xiu, who is in the ancient land, also seems to have sensed something.

His true spirit has jumped out of the endless or the most ancient level of cultivation and condensed the soul of the origin.

He has a feeling of being spied on.

But this feeling is fleeting, and he can't help but frown.

At this time, the Qingling Saint, whose trump card was also broken, retreated in shock, and it seemed that the only thought in his mind was to escape.

"How is this possible? I am the Son of Endlessness, and I carry the blessing of the times. How could I lose to you? How could you be so strong?"

As the first generation of the Son of Endlessness, this is a supreme honor. With the halo and the blessing of luck, he has a high possibility of becoming a taboo-like existence in the future, on par with the legendary big man.

But at this moment, he looked lost and his whole person, whether it was faith or Taoism, was about to shatter like glass.

"Nothing is impossible in this world."

Luo Xiu held the black broken blade in his hand, and the incomplete weapon in his hand did not make him look downcast at all, but proud and arrogant.

However, only Luo Xiu himself knew his own situation.

Although the continuous attack just now killed the spiritual shadow of a Saint Realm strongman, it was his limit burst. In addition, he was also injured in the previous fight and tribulation, and he had been suppressing it all the time.

Luo Xiu was not in a hurry to attack.

Because the powerful recovery power of the origin body was running on its own, his injuries were constantly being repaired with every breath.

The cracks on his body were healing.

The cultivation lost in his body was also gradually recovering.

Performing the origin return technique was a huge consumption. Luo Xiu didn't know whether those who wanted to deal with him had other means, so he didn't act rashly.

"I don't believe it! I don't believe all this!" Qingling Saint screamed.

Qingling Mountain is the oldest inheritance of the endless era and the origin of the endless road.

After more than three thousand chaotic eras.

Qingling Mountain condensed a spirit bead.

The life nurtured in the spirit bead.

And he, Qingling Saint, was nurtured in that spirit bead.

So his name is Qingling.

His future is destined to be limitless, but he has only practiced for tens of thousands of years. He has not yet become a great emperor, and has not yet achieved the taboo. How could he die here?

Tianjin Saint is also a life bred on Qingling Mountain. His strength is also a top-level existence among the strong men in the Saint Venerable Realm. His spiritual shadow is simply not something that any Saint Emperor Realm can contend with.

What is going on?

How did Luo Xiu do it?

Qingling Saint Son is very confused at this moment. In the Dao Realm where there are no great emperors, Tianjin Saint can be called one of the strongest people.

The reason why he knew that Luo Xiu was very powerful, but he was still calm and confident, was because he had such a powerful trump card.

But he never thought of it.

The trump card he relied on was vulnerable in front of Luo Xiu and was easily destroyed.

At the same time, it also destroyed his faith, making his Dao heart shake, and there was a sign of collapse.

Qingling Saint Son was very panicked.

Because he knew very well that for a cultivator of his level, Dao heart and faith were crucial.

If faith collapsed, there was still hope to regain it in the future.

But if Dao heart collapsed, then he would be completely ruined, because Dao heart was closely related to cultivation. Once Dao heart was lost, cultivation would also be lost.

Luo Xiu walked over, and his own state gradually became stable. He could be sure that even if there was any emergency, he would be able to react.

Qingling Saint Son must die.

This person has the blessing of the times. Once the opportunity to kill him is missed, the speed of his opponent's growth will be very terrifying.

Even if Luo Xiu is sure and confident to suppress him now, if Qingling Saint Son cultivates to the Saint Venerable realm and he is still in the Saint Emperor realm, the result will be completely different.

And when Qingling Saint Son saw Luo Xiu walking towards him, he already knew what would happen next.

At this moment, he calmed down instead.

"Are you sure you dare to kill me?"

"You should know that I carry 80% of the luck of the Endless Era. If you kill me, you will be the enemy of everyone in the Endless Era!"

"Really? So what? I, Luo Xiu, have nothing to fear in my life?"

Luo Xiu's tone was very calm, as if he was talking about something insignificant.

"Puff!"

He swung the broken blade in his hand. The Qingling Saint, who was already at the end of his strength, could not resist at all. He could only watch the black broken blade slashing at him.

The next moment.

His head flew out, his eyes were wide open, full of resentment and resentment, and he died with his eyes wide open.

At the same time.

At the moment when the Holy Son of Qingling died, a large area of ​​brilliant golden light surged out from his body, and the body of the Holy Son of Qingling was also decomposed, turned into golden light, and condensed into a cloud.

The power of luck!

The eyes of all the cultivators present shrank, and a fiery light shone in their eyes.

The theory of luck is illusory.

It is said that luck is related to fate. People who are blessed by luck will have better luck, such as easier cultivation, easier enlightenment, and even easier opportunities.

Legend has it that there are two rivers in the void.

One is the long river of time, recording the past of one era after another.

The other is the long river of fate, carrying the fate of every life and recording fate.

The strong can reverse time and follow the past.

Only those who are detached are qualified to jump out of the shackles of the long river of fate and integrate their fate into their own body. My fate is determined by myself, not by God.

Since ancient times, only special people like fate usurpers have the ability to spy on fate, and even some powerful fate usurpers can modify the traces of fate to some extent.

Luo Xiu is undoubtedly the closest person.

This is also the first time he has seen this kind of luck power, a kind of power he has never touched before.

But Luo Xiu is different from other cultivators. There is no heat in his eyes, and his soul and body do not have any desire for this so-called luck power.

After all, this is the luck of the endless era.

And Luo Xiu is essentially no longer an endless cultivator.

So whether to integrate these so-called luck powers is not very meaningful to Luo Xiu.

These luck powers are only of the greatest benefit to the endless cultivators.

Even if it is the first or the oldest cultivator, unless someone has practiced the endless method, it is useless to get it.