Chapter 1408 Jihad Is About to Start, the Situation...

"Inherit good fortune, leave it to future generations..."

The melodious and far-reaching voice seems to cross the infinitely vast and vast star field, travel through tens of thousands of nebula light-years, and finally pass into the ears.

"This, this is... Fortune, Great Emperor?" On the broken bridge behind, the old Yinhou's eyes trembled faintly, staring at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

The illusory golden figure is like a dream, but the unclear face and figure reveal a supreme majesty and majesty.

The stacked air waves are like tides.

Chu Hen stood in front of the golden figure, with a pair of bewitching purple pupils surging with unrivaled domineering power.

Then, Chu Hen clasped his fists in both hands, and said in a respectful manner, "Chu Hen, the junior, is very honored to have received the power of good fortune today. In the future, I will definitely uphold the reputation of the senior and live up to the great name of the Great Emperor..."

"Hahahaha, okay..." The golden figure laughed loudly, "It's over, it's over, it's over..."

Speaking of that illusory light and shadow, it is like a group of fireflies flying apart, slowly spreading out in the chaotic void.

"Flowers bloom in the world, ghosts and monsters stay away, and I am arbitrarily determined through the ages, and I am good fortune..."

I am good luck!

The majestic and distant voice seemed to float between the sun, the moon and the stars, and gradually faded away in the ears of Chu Hen and Lao Yinhou.

A sound of heaven and earth blooming, a sentence of eternal dogmatism.

Demons and ghosts are only for you.

Vibrating the past and shining the present is also good fortune.

...

Looking at the countless light spots and broken shadows scattered and floating in the chaotic world, Chu Hen's eyes were full of respect and respect.

Although he did not live in that era, he could clearly feel the grandeur of that great emperor at this moment.

"I am good fortune..."

When the last ray of echo dissipated, all the floating golden light and shadow disappeared, and the majestic giant stone statue before also collapsed in this endless vast plane.

"The younger generation sends the emperor a respectful farewell!"

Chu Hen shouted loudly.

...

Between heaven and earth, an ancient war song sounded.

After a brief moment of silence, Chu Hen let out a deep breath of turbid air, closed his eyes lightly, and then opened them again. The purple awns in his pupils were like the ebbing tide, and the evil eyes returned to their normal color.

Then, Chu Hen turned around and looked back at the old Yin monkey at the other end of the broken bridge.

The latter was taken aback for a moment, and he couldn't help but feel a little moved when he looked at Chu Hen in front of him.

Compared to before, Chu Hen seemed to have undergone a huge change.

Not only in terms of cultivation and aura, but even the temperament is far from what it was at the beginning, and even the eyes of the other party reveal a supreme calmness and indifference.

...

"Ah! Helpless!" Old Yinhou shook his head, but he was about to cry.

"Senior, how long has it been?"

"Om..." The air trembled faintly, and Chu Hen flashed hundreds of meters away to the old Yinhou as if teleporting.

The old Yinhou raised his eyelids, looking listless.

"It's unlucky, you took what I've been looking forward to for more than ten years..." Qi muttered.

"What?" Chu Hen didn't hear clearly.

The old Yinhou gave him another look, and said, "It's been more than a month."

"More than a month?"

Chu Hen was not surprised by this, on the contrary, he felt that the time was much shorter than expected.

When immersed in that state, there is a long feeling like traveling through centuries.

The state of mind has become more determined and steady through continuous tempering. Only Chu Hen can feel that unique feeling.

"It is necessary to remind you that the Jihad recruitment seems to be over." The old Yin Hou rubbed his chin and said casually.

"Really?" The corners of Chu Hen's eyes were slightly condensed, and an imperceptible coldness flashed in his deep and steady eyes. Immediately, he said, "I should go."

Old Yinhou nodded, "Well, I've seen you here for more than a month, and it's time to separate."

"Is senior not with me? There are many Wuzong disciples who came with me on this trip who know you..."

"Forget it.

"Old Yinhou waved his hand, "This jihad enlistment has nothing to do with me, and I have never regarded myself as a disciple of Wu Zong. I can go back wherever I come from..."

Although Lao Yinhou had stayed in Wuzong for a period of time, he and Chu Hen were not on the same level of time. It was just a coincidence that they met here.

With regard to Jihad recruitment, Old Yin Hou is completely an outsider.

Naturally, there is no reason to get involved.

Chu Hen nodded slightly, but didn't say much.

"By the way, this is for you..." The old Yinhou raised his hand and turned it over, a beam of light swirled, and saw an ancient scroll appearing in his palm.

Chu Hen was startled, "What is this?"

While asking, he curiously took the scroll from the other party's hand.

The thick touch spread in the palm of my hand, and I took a closer look and saw the words "Cui Hua Jing" written on the seal of the scroll.

"The Essence Sutra?"

Chu Hen was even more puzzled.

Immediately, Lao Yinhou explained, "Wu Zong's "Beichen Jue" was modified by me using the operation method in "Cuihua Jing"..."

"Oh?" Chu Hen raised his eyebrows.

"I studied the "Cuihua Sutra" a long time ago, but what I got at that time was only a part of the fragments. What is recorded in this scroll is the complete chapter. You can study it carefully if you have time. Small help."

"I see!"

Chu Hen immediately understood what the other party said, then glanced out of the corner of his eye, stared sideways at the other party and said, "Senior, what treasures are there in the Good Fortune Emperor's Palace, would you just give me this "Cuihua Sutra"? If it wasn't for me , you are afraid that you will not be able to get out in this life, why should those things be divided 50-50?"

"Go away!" The old Yinhou stared at him immediately, and cursed bitterly, "It's fine if you don't mention it, but when I mention it, I'm really upset... You got the best things , do you still have the face to reach out to me? It is because I opened the gate of the imperial palace that I gave you the "Cui Hua Jing", so don't be too greedy."

"Is there?" Chu Hen touched his nose.

"Don't pretend to be stupid. How much advantage you have taken, haven't you figured it out yet? It's just a "Cui Hua Jing", if you don't want it, just return it to me..."

After all, the old Yinhou wanted to reach out and snatch it.

When Chu Hen got the thing in his hand, it was naturally impossible to return it. With a wave of his arm, he put the scroll into the storage ring.

However, Chu Hen couldn't deny what Lao Yinhou said.

But there are so many inheritance treasures in the Good Fortune Emperor's Palace, if you don't divide them into several pieces, you really don't want to do it.

However, at this moment, the old Yinhou suddenly looked behind Chu Hen, and opened his mouth to shout, "Emperor Creation, why are you alive again?"

Chu Hen was startled, and subconsciously turned his head to look back.

But wherever his eyes went, there was nothing there, not even a shadow, let alone the Great Creation.

Chu Hen immediately understood that he had been fooled, and immediately turned around, and the old Yinhou had already turned into a stream of light and leaped into the distance.

"Hahahahaha, young man, I still have something to do, so let's take a step first and say goodbye..."

Chu Hen was funny and speechless.

This old Yinhou's name is indeed not for nothing, no one can take advantage of him.

Then, Chu Hen called out loudly, "Senior Old Yinhou, where can I find you in the future?"

"We will meet each other if we are destined. Besides, my name is 'Han Yu'. I will meet you later..."

The high-pitched voice slowly disappeared into the distance.

Han Yu!

Chu Hen muttered these two words.

"There will be a period later, Senior Han Yu..."

I have to admit that Chu Hen didn't even dream of the people and things he encountered during this trip.

Jihad call-ups are coming to an end.

This also means that the battle of the Billboard will usher in a full-scale outbreak.

The arrogant figure who knocked him down into the Diyan Jing'e River that day appeared in Chu Hen's head unconsciously.

A cold light as sharp as a frost blade flashed quietly in his eyes.

In the deep pupils, there seemed to be purple awns floating, and under the strange light burning, seven black dots slowly chased after each other, and a sharp wind howled in the air...

Jihad is about to start, and the situation is about to change.