fifth form

Chapter 2422 Shaping
The bronze chariot sped through the corridor, and the friction between the wheels and the blue bricks produced sparks.

Zhang Xuezhou controlled the terracotta horse that was between life and death to run, and his knuckles turned white from the force of his grip.

He retreated decisively enough, but his pupils suddenly shrank when he looked back at Qingzhou Ding.

“It’s a flag sacrifice!”

The inscriptions on the surface of the giant three-legged tripod, engraved with mountains, rivers and other objects, gradually lit up, like a sleeping beast opening its thousands of compound eyes.

The black flag slowly rose from the tripod, with the word "Qin" embroidered on the flag glowing blood-red. In an instant, thousands of golden rays poured down like a rainstorm, illuminating the entire underground palace as if it were daytime.

For Your Excellency, what You Excellency sees is one situation.

But for Zhang Xuezhou, who had practiced martial arts, he saw a different situation.

In his unique perspective of martial arts, those golden lights were the dynasty's luck condensed into substance, and at this moment they were surging like a flood bursting through a dam.

He had long known that the Yuzhou Ding in the underground palace of the Holy Mother Wu Dang could harmonize luck and eliminate bad luck from the body, but Zhang Xuezhou had never thought that the Ding had some tricks in place that would cut off the remaining luck.

"The Qin Dynasty fell so quickly. Could it be that the Qin Dynasty's luck was cut off?"

The Qin Dynasty was extremely prosperous, with all the land submitting to it. However, such a huge dynasty collapsed in just a few years, and its defeat was so severe that it made people question their lives.

Even the civil officials of the Han Dynasty who were most skilled in taking sides could hardly keep up with the speed of the dynasty's collapse.

The extremely rapid changes must correspond to hidden reasons. Zhang Xuezhou felt that cutting off the destiny of the Qin Dynasty might be a major factor.

This is as absurd as Luo Zhong being ahead of his time and becoming the best in the world, but then being killed by his ministers in the Golden Palace.

"The luck of the Luofu Dynasty was cut off by Huang Daoxian. Who cut off the luck of the Qin Dynasty?"

The luck was rolling down, and this was not something Zhang Xuezhou could fully absorb.

Just as the luck of the Dongshan Imperial Mausoleum collapsed and dissipated, the luck in the Qingzhou Cauldron was drawn out and dissipated in all directions.

The Qingzhou Ding in Zhang Xuezhou's eyes only lasted for a moment, and then was wrapped in endless golden light, and the form of his magic also emerged.

No matter how much luck dissipated, Zhang Xuezhou could still enjoy a moment of benefit when the Qingzhou Ding collapsed.

Of course, he couldn't control the state of this technique.

Perhaps it was due to the need for his body to grow. Even if Zhang Xuezhou did not actively activate his skills, he would fall into the state of skill when he encountered luck that could be absorbed and peeled off.

He had previously absorbed Han Yan's luck, and at this time he also attracted part of the Qin Dynasty's luck.

"Back off, back off!"

Zhang Xuezhou didn't mind taking advantage, but as long as he thought of His Majesty's scream of fear, he felt that the blessing of Qingzhou Ding was not something that could be easily enjoyed.

The good fortune that Qingzhou Ding poured out was only one aspect, Qingzhou Ding also poured out other things.

Zhang Xuezhou could bear the infusion of luck, but he could not bear anything else.

Thinking of the gray fog that stung his skin and caused his demonic power to recover rapidly, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but repeatedly exert his strength, seeking to exit the state of magic and return to reality.

"It's over!"

Normally he feels that he can do anything, but once he is in a helpless situation, Zhang Xuezhou will find that he is a half-baked person.

Obviously, even after many battles, Zhang Xuezhou's skills are indeed limited.

For him, physics is just a way to seek opportunities and bring himself new ways out. Zhang Xuezhou never thought about achieving anything with physics.

However, the development of the Han Dynasty was limited, and Zhang Xuezhou had almost reached a certain limit with what he had gained. He also did not know how to deal with such a situation.

Seeing the dazzling golden light constantly appearing, and the third kind of golden light of the dynasty's luck mixing into the space of the movement body reshape, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't return to reality. He just felt very bad in his heart, and it was hard to know what changes would be caused by the impact of the Qingzhou Ding's aura on his body. "How dare you, a lowly person, to interfere with the fate of the Great Qin?"

A voice with the force of thunder sounded, and Zhang Xuezhou felt even worse.

"You are such a thief, you actually used the end of the luck war to avoid the new luck war and dig up the roots of my Great Qin!"

The person who could make Zhang Xuezhou hear the voice while he was exercising magic was obviously from the same industry. Just when Zhang Xuezhou thought that a magic battle was inevitable, he heard the other party add angrily.

This made him feel relieved, and he felt that he was not so unlucky as to be beaten everywhere.

"You can avoid a combat, but I don't believe you can avoid a direct collision. I will definitely come and take your head when I get my bow and sword!"

Perhaps it was a threat, which made Zhang Xuezhou and others give up the Qingzhou Ding, or perhaps he could really come and kill them. The voice claiming to be the prince faded away, and Zhang Xuezhou, who was in the state of practicing magic, only felt that his ears became quiet.

"This is not my fault. How can you be so heroic to take my head?"

Zhang Xuezhou complained angrily.

He was unable to exit the state of magic, and could only wait for the luck dispersed by the Qingzhou Ding Yi to dissipate so that he could return to his body.

But Zhang Xuezhou was very nervous. He was not sure what would happen to his body if the energy hit him, and he was even more worried about the prince who came to take his head.

After all, he borrowed the bronze chariot only to deceive these Qin warriors whose life and death were unknown, but it could not deceive the normal monks with clear minds.

"Instead of being a good prince, you have to hide and live underground. What's the point of living underground? What can you eat and drink? Even if you can fast, it's not comfortable to live in a dark place like this. Only a lunatic would do such a thing. How can you be considered a prince like this..."

Zhang Xuezhou was helpless for a moment and could only complain.

"I am full?"

"It's going to take shape?"

It was not until he felt his mind was dizzy, as if he had a new brain, that he came back to his senses with a start.

This was a situation that Zhang Xuezhou had not experienced in many years. He only had this feeling when his three souls and seven spirits shuttled back and forth between bodies more than ten years ago and he woke up.

This kind of discomfort was caused by changing the body, which made Zhang Xuezhou think that his body might have been reshaped, which led to this feeling.

"What's he like? What's his ability?"

Although the situation was urgent at the moment, Zhang Xuezhou was still thinking about the new form of his body movement.

If possible, he hopes that the new body will be as strong as possible, and it would be best if he could kill Huang Daoxian with one hand and end all the grievances that have continued from the Luofu Dynasty to the present.

"You must be strong, fast, and good at fighting!"

Zhang Xuezhou muttered something, and he only heard the sound of water in his ears, a golden light flashed by, and then dazzling golden scales appeared.

"It seems to be a golden dragon body like His Majesty Emperor Jing!"

Zhang Xuezhou was delighted, thinking that the shaped body was acceptable. After all, Emperor Jing's golden dragon form was not bad, and it was also the incarnation of the dynasty's orthodox destiny.

But in just a brief moment, his heart became heavy.

The sound of water continued, and phantoms of schools of fish began to appear before his eyes, forming a brilliant galaxy.

This was the scene of a fish leaping over the dragon gate that he had seen when he ate the golden arowana. It also allowed Zhang Xuezhou to quickly figure out what his body had turned into.

"Have I regressed?"

From a fish dragon body to a golden dragon fish, Zhang Xuezhou felt that his body movements were getting worse and worse, and the shaping of his body movements was just a waste of time.