Chapter 562: Luck Chess Game

At this moment, two rays of light flew across the sky from the east and the west.

After standing still, it was Na Feitian and Leng Junxie.

In the sky at this moment, there stood a man, a demon, a demon, Shura.

After the four pairs of eyes looked at each other for a while.

The corners of Xue An's mouth raised, revealing a cold smile.

"It's really lively! Are the Shura and Heavenly Demons not willing to be lonely anymore?"

Feitian grinned, "Stop talking nonsense, this secret realm belongs to my Shura clan, get out of here!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand, and a huge spear appeared in his hand, and he threw it at Xue An.

Xue An stood proudly, not even moving.

And when this flying spear with supreme evil spirit got close to him, it seemed to be plunged into a mass of sticky air, its speed slowed down suddenly, and after struggling to move forward a few inches .

The spear seemed to be overwhelmed, and it shattered into pieces with a bang.

But when the two of them were fighting, Leng Junxie had already seen the right moment and rushed straight to the door of luck.

In his opinion, winning luck first is more important than anything else, as for fighting, we can wait until later.

But just as the Gate of Fortune was approaching, a figure suddenly appeared, blocking Leng Junxie's way.

"Sorry, this road is blocked!" Hu Ye said lightly.

"Looking for death!" Leng Junxie snorted angrily, and waved his hand with a powerful big handprint of the demon.

Hu Ye turned sideways slightly, dodged the blow, and was about to fight back.

But in all directions, there are many streamers flying towards.

Xue An said coldly: "Advanced to the secret realm, otherwise it would be terrible if the monk just took the lead!"

Hu Ye was slightly taken aback, and was about to say yes.

The big handprint that Leng Junxie swung just now hit the door of luck.

There was no sound, not even the slightest vibration.

This day, the big handprint of the demon melted like ice and snow, and then the door of luck released a bright light.

A powerful force of luck soared into the sky.

Before Leng Junxie could react, a golden light dragged him into the door and disappeared.

It is exactly the same as the disappearance of Venerable Kuchan just now.

"Huh, what's going on?" Xue An just let out a little surprise.

Hu Ye turned pale, and finally remembered something, and exclaimed, "It's a chess game of luck! We were all wrong. What we opened this time is not an ordinary secret realm of luck, but a chess game of luck!"

Lucky chess game? A trace of doubt just rose in Xue An's heart.

A burst of golden light exploded, directly entangled Xue An, Hu Ye and the others, and dragged them to the gate of luck.

And among the powerful men who came afterward, some of them were pulled into the gate of luck, and there were screams of astonishment and anger for a while.

But no matter how high your cultivation is,

No one can resist the power of this golden light.

Because it has nothing to do with strength or cultivation level, but that this golden light has already involved a trace of the power of the laws of the heavens.

The strong may be able to change the day, but they cannot resist the power of the law.

There are only a few people like Xue An who can not be ruled by the law, but they have not reached the point of completely breaking away from the law.

However, although Xue An could break free from the golden light, when he saw the divine sense from Hu Yedu.

Xue An gave up resisting, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and let the golden light drag him into the door of luck.

Because Hu Yedu said it clearly in the divine sense that came.

Every calamity, the fate of all races will be reshuffled, and the secret realm will be opened.

But at very special times, the power of luck will become extremely powerful due to various reasons. At this time, what is opened is no longer a secret realm of luck, but a chess game of luck.

And the chess pieces... are all the heavens and all races!

If he can win in this luck chess game, his clan can stand out among all the clans in the heavens, and his person can even become the unworldly overlord that is loved by the world.

It is also because of this that Kuchan, Leng Junxie and others just now will be dragged into the gate of luck.

Because they represent all the races of the heavens.

After devouring enough people, the Gate of Fate disappeared after flickering a few times.

The surviving strong men looked at each other in blank dismay, all of them couldn't help showing expressions of horror, because they didn't know what happened just now.

at the same time.

In that luck chess game.

Xue An slowly opened his eyes.

The ground is muddy under the feet, and the sun is vicious above the head.

There was a strange smell in the air.

It was the damp smell left after the rainwater was transpired by the scorching sun, mixed with a strong bloody smell, which constituted such a disgusting smell.

Xue An frowned slightly.

Because he found that his cultivation was suppressed by something.

But fortunately, both physical skills and spiritual thoughts are still there.

But what is this place?

When Xue An was wondering, he heard a sharp piercing sound from behind, and someone scolded loudly.

"Bastard, who told you to rest? Keep working for me!"

Xue An turned slightly to avoid the blow. Looking back, he saw a tall soldier wearing a black breastplate with a whip in his hand, glaring at him.

At the same time, there was a hint of surprise on the soldier's face, as if he couldn't believe that he actually avoided his whip.

"Oh, no wonder the kid dared to be so rampant and managed to avoid the lash of grandpa, but a slave is a slave, and grandpa will let you know what a lesson is today!" The soldier showed a murderous look.

Because in his opinion, a slave dared to dodge his whip, which was a huge blow to his prestige. If he didn't handle it well, he would not be able to manage these prisoners of war in the future!

Xue quietly watched.

Although his cultivation was temporarily unusable, Xue An could crush this guy to death with a single finger only by relying on his incomparable physical strength.

What Xue An is most confused about now is what exactly is this place.

Judging from the simple but crude breastplate painted with strong armor talisman seals worn by this soldier, this place should be an ancient society with practitioners.

Not far away is a group of bare-chested slaves with dull expressions.

Xue An was a little interested in this strange place.

Seeing that Xue An was silent, the soldier thought he was being frightened, so he grinned grimly, and raised his whip to whip it off.

At this moment, a thin boy in tattered clothes came running over.

"Don't be angry, my lord. My brother's head was injured and he can't remember many things! Please don't be as knowledgeable as him!"

"Go away! What are you, dare to plead in front of me!"

As he said that, the soldier whipped the young man's back. His tattered clothes were instantly torn off, and even the muddy skin was drawn with a bloodstain.

The boy trembled in pain, but a more obsequious smile appeared on his face.

"My lord, calm down!"

The soldier grinned grimly and said, "Okay, since you want to save him, I'll beat you to death first!"

After finishing speaking, he raised his hand, and the long whip was aimed at the young man's face like a poisonous snake.

If this whip hits, the boy will be blinded in at least one eye.

Many slaves lowered their heads with expressions of unbearable expression.

But when the soldier showed a tyrannical smile, a slender and slender hand gently grabbed the whistling long whip.