Lord of the night.

Chapter 1286 The sky is falling! [Two in one]

Bai Jing calmly sent back a message: "I intercepted it. The altar cannot be taken. This is the fortune that belongs exclusively to the Only Orthodox Church."

It turned out that after Bai Jing heard about the outbreak of luck, although he didn't understand why, he immediately cut off any connection with the Tianwu Altar. Then he rushed over...

The only one who was thinking about this matter so much was Bai Jing. Even Yan Nan didn't think of it at the first time.

Yan Nan's eyes lit up: "Then you should quickly let your luck recover."

Bai Jing remained calm: "It has recovered..."

"I have to say, Lan Wuxiang from the Netherworld Palace is a talented person." Chen Gu's face was a little convulsive from smiling.

"The Lord of the Underworld is also a talent!" Yu Hanyan laughed.

“It may not be the Earth Lord.”

Yan Nan said: "Intelligence shows that Di Zun has appeared in the Guardian headquarters during this period and has not left. But it is only a possibility, not a certainty. So... I am still investigating this aspect."

"But no matter who is in charge of this matter in the underworld this time, he should be numb now."

Yan Nan laughed: "I have to say, this is the most pleasant thing that has happened in recent years. It's mainly because the Nether Palace and the Underworld were too clever for their own good. This wave of gifts really makes me laugh."

Wu Xiao's face was twisted, he gasped and tried his best to hold back his laughter, he said with a hissing voice: "Tsk, Fifth Brother, Sixth Brother, you say... this Nether Palace and the Underworld, look at this operation, you really can't say they are stupid."

"Of course we can't call them idiots. Their actions are completely normal and proper."

Bi Changhong also said while trying to hold back his laughter: "To put it simply, even if your fifth brother and Dongfang Sansan were placed in the position of the head of the Netherworld Palace, they would still act in the same way when faced with this situation. They would never give up halfway and stop practicing... This can only be said to be God's will."

"Let them bind a God-given nemesis this time, and the most amazing thing is... if they had drawn before the Three-Party World, they might have really been able to defeat the Night Demon, but the Night Demon seemed dead at that time, so they had to give up. As a result, the Night Demon came back and was resurrected..."

"And their Seven Emotions and Six Desires Divine Art has really reached the point where they can no longer delay. If they delay any longer, the fucking opportunity for cultivation will pass. They quickly start to draw...but when they draw, they hit an iron plate, fucking drawing backwards."

"It doesn't matter if they draw the ball backwards. The sect will naturally make every effort to help the disciples draw it back. But it doesn't matter if they help them back, but the luck of the entire sect has been lost... What the hell, why do I want to laugh so much, hahahaha..."

Bi Changhong couldn't help himself as he spoke: "This is really a relief for me. Thousands of years ago, this damn Nether Palace actually used my Bi family to make the cauldron for the Seven Emotions and Six Desires Divine Art, and I went to kill them. If it wasn't for the order from my eldest brother, I would have demolished the Nether Palace that time."

"I didn't expect that after all these years, Night Devil would help me let out this breath comfortably."

Bi Changhong was very satisfied and shook his head.

"Fifth brother, the war is imminent, and luck is needed most. Even though Night Demon's achievement was given to him for free and was forced upon him, it is indeed a great achievement."

Bai Jingle was over and started asking for benefits.

"Since you have done a great job, you deserve a reward. I've been made into a half-human by you two, but I'm still giving you a great reward..."

Bai Jing said dissatisfiedly: "This credit cannot be denied, right?"

Yan Nan heard it.

This is Bai Laoba expressing his emotions. It seems that Bai Jing was very dissatisfied with the fact that Night Demon was reduced to a skeleton some time ago.

So he snorted and deliberately raised his eyebrows and said, "How much benefit has Night Demon gained? Can he still reward himself every now and then? He doesn't do anything else? Our Solitary Orthodoxy revolves around him?"

Bai Jing immediately raised his eyes and said, "Fifth Brother, if you say so... I'll go to Bi's house again."

Bi Changhong was startled and said quickly: "Fifth Brother, I think you should also be rewarded. Increasing your luck is something that not many people can do. What Old Eight said makes sense."

Yan Nan said: "Then I will think about what kind of reward to give."

Chen Gu and others were laughing on the side.

Everyone is in a very good mood.

Xiang Beidou said: "The Guardian's luck should also explode."

"That's for sure. After all, Night Demon is now a guardian, and his job is to patrol life and death, which affects the fate of the guardian."

Bai Jing rolled his eyes and asked, "What? Do you have any objections?"

Xiang Beidou said awkwardly: "I'll just tell you."

"What the hell!"

Bai Jing stared and said, "I knew your disciple has been dishonest recently. He keeps saying weird things. I will go over there tomorrow. They are so idle and have done nothing. They just eat, drink, defecate and play with women! They learned all this from you, Xiang Beidou!"

Xiang Beidou's face turned red and his neck became thick: "I... When did I become like this? Myna, don't use the old almanac from ten thousand years ago to make trouble."

Bai Jing smiled sadly and said with a squinting look: "Tell your disciple to be honest. I didn't kill him because I was giving you face. If you jump up again, I will twist his head off and throw him into the cesspool! You got my exact words!"

Xiang Beidou said sullenly, "I know."

"It's alright for now. Let's just wash ourselves next to the Qiyun Furnace. Who knows when the Netherworld Palace will be shut down? Let's cherish this opportunity."

Yan Nan said: "Xiang Beidou, Wu Xiao, Yu Hanyan, the three of you haven't taken a single step yet. This time you are in the front."

"Yes, fifth brother."

The three of them agreed and sat next to the Qiyun Baking Furnace.

Everyone else also quieted down and quietly enjoyed this rare opportunity.

……

Sun Wutan looked at the distracted Fang Che and monitored him with full attention. White smoke was coming out from above the old devil's head.

He was sure that Fang Che had not suffered any loss.

Moreover, the whole person's aura was as strong as if a balloon was being blown up.

It's just that now the seven emotions of the soul and the consciousness are involved, falling into a state of distraction, but the soul is intact, just in a scattered state of the body...

No problem, and there are huge benefits!

The old devil was relieved. After sending a message to Yan Nan, he focused on protecting the law.

After a while...

The old devil stared at Fang Che's hand on the table with wide eyes.

This fair and slender right hand actually...slowly began to have fine dandruff appearing on the surface of the skin, and the amount was gradually increasing.

Looking closely with wide eyes, I saw that the flakes were crystal clear and sparkling like jade...

It emerges and falls off little by little.

"This……"

Sun Wutan was stunned. He carefully picked up some with his fingers and placed it in his palm. It was exactly what he had imagined.

"Shavings of Jade Bone?!"

The old devil's eyes widened, and his eyeballs bulged out of their sockets.

"How can it be!?"

"The Saint King level is only Jade Bone? What the hell..."

The old devil's face was distorted. He gently scraped down Fang Che's arm with his fingernails, slowly scraping off a soybean-sized lump, which he placed in his palm and looked at in disbelief.

Finally, I couldn't help but lick it with my tongue, put it on my teeth and chewed it a few times to confirm.

He spat it out with a "Puh" sound and screamed, "It's really jade bone dust! These are not just newly formed, but the jade bone dust that evolved and squeezed out after formation and was naturally excreted by the body..."

"Your grandma!"

Sun Wutian was envious, staring and talking to himself: "When did the Jade Bone begin to appear in me? Was it the seventh or sixth Saint Venerable... When did the Jade Bone start to expel impurities like this... How the hell did I forget..."

Only my orthodox religion is full of joy.

There was jubilation at the Guardian headquarters.

Sun Wutan was shocked.

Fang Che was distracted.

The little ones ate desperately even though they were full, for fear of missing out on this sumptuous meal.

However, the situation was different for the Nether Palace and the Underworld, which were the losers.

The magic circle is initially formed, and the vortex of luck begins to draw wildly!
One could see the sect’s luck vortex rising into the sky, almost forming a solid green-green color that flashed through the air and shot up into the sky.

Yin Youdao and Lan Wuxiang almost had convulsions with excitement.

"It's done!"

The two of them had never dared to even think about such a good thing before.

Unexpectedly, it appeared right before my eyes.

What luck.

The power of luck increased suddenly. Not to mention doubling it, even if it increased by half, it would be obvious how much benefit it would bring to the sect.

Most people may not know the benefits of luck, but...

The emergence of many geniuses is a sign of luck.

Even the unity of the sect can be said to be an explosion of luck. Getting a secret manual after falling off a cliff, getting a magical medicine when being hunted, surviving death, and turning disaster into blessing are all luck.

Whenever the continent is in turmoil and the mountains and rivers are broken, there are always countless heroes and geniuses who stand out, rebuild the country and shock the world. This is destiny!

To unify the country from nothing is destiny!

The two were ecstatic, and immediately they set up a banquet and toasted each other.

Look at the endless river of luck flowing across the sky.

The seven emotions and six desires magical powers of Yin Yunxiao and Lan Xinxue created a constantly rotating aura, just like two butterflies flapping their wings on the other side of the long river of luck, while the tsunamis on this side kept rising up wave after wave, swallowing up the sky and the earth.

"Yin Yunxiao and Lan Xinxue's auras are somewhat weak, and their complexions do not look very good."

An elder who was desperately pouring his spiritual energy into it turned around to report.

"this is necessary."

Yin Youdao said calmly: "It involves the increase or decrease of the luck formation of the three most powerful forces in the world. After all, these two little guys have shallow cultivation and cannot bear it. It is normal. But after this incident, these two little guys only need a period of cultivation, and they may become two unprecedented geniuses in this world!"

"No matter your aptitude or intelligence, they will be infinitely improved! I'm afraid your future in martial arts will really surpass that of our ancestors. I'm afraid that our two major forces will really produce masters who are superior to Duan Xiyang and Xue Fuxiao."

Yin Youdao laughed and took a sip of wine.

Lan Wuxiang smiled and said, "Brother Yin, if these two get married in the future, according to the agreement, Yin Yunxiao will have to come to our Netherworld Palace. After all, this Seven Emotions and Six Desires Divine Art is led by our Netherworld Palace, and it is also the unique art of our Netherworld Palace. It is better to make this matter clear."

Yin Youdao frowned immediately: "Palace Master Lan, this is a little unreasonable, isn't it? As the saying goes, when a man and a woman get married, they naturally live in the man's house after marriage. If Yin Yunxiao lives in the Netherworld Palace, wouldn't that be marrying into the wife's family?"

Yin Youdao smiled and said, "Ordinary families marry wives, and there is no reason for them to marry into the family. How come our underworld is even worse than ordinary families?"

Lan Wuxiang said, "Brother Yin, you are wrong. The Seven Emotions and Six Desires Divine Art has been like this for many years. After mastering the Divine Art, one will naturally live in the Netherworld Palace. Why is it the other way around when it comes to Brother Yin?"

Yin Youdao frowned and said, "Brother Lan, you have to understand that this is Yin Yunxiao from our underworld marrying a wife, not the Netherworld Palace recruiting a son-in-law...right?"

"How can they be confused?" "As for the Seven Emotions and Six Desires, it's just that two children are in love and practice the same technique. It has nothing to do with marriage..."

Yin Youdao didn't agree anyway.

Convention is convention.

But now the luck of the guardian has been extracted, and Yin Yunxiao and Lan Xinxue are currently carrying the formation. In the future, they will naturally be the two living eyes of the formation.

Whichever sect these two people are in, that sect will benefit more.

So we must not give in on this issue.

Lan Wuxiang was anxious: "Yin Youdao, I'm not as unreasonable as you are. You want to change the rules that have been in place for thousands of years? What's the logic behind this?"

"Lan Wuxiang, don't bring up Wannian. If we don't have the cooperation of the Underworld, can you defeat the guardian with just your Netherworld Palace?"

Yin Youdao also quit.

This is my great political achievement!
Use this as a bargaining chip to subdue Di Zun!
You said you won’t give it, so you don’t give it?
Why do we have to let you, the Netherworld Palace, get all the benefits?
The effect of the luck swallowing and extraction is still unknown, but these two people are already anxious for future benefits.

The two sides argued endlessly, as the saying goes, the husband has his own reasons and the wife has her own reasons. For a while, they even stopped drinking.

"Yin Youdao! You are not a Earth Lord yet!" Lan Wuxiang's eyes were cold.

The knife hit Yin Youdao's painful spot.

"Are you saying that I have no say?"

Yin Youdao was furious: "Lan Wuxiang, who are you looking down on? Hasn't our underworld supported the Nether Palace all these years? It's ok that you only knew how to take and didn't know how to give back, but now you actually say such shameless words and do such shameless things!"

"Yin Youdao, you need to be respectful when you speak. When has our Netherworld Palace ever relied on you, the Underworld?"

Lan Wuxiang slammed the table and stood up.

"Lan Wuxiang, do you want to fight?"

Yin Youdao slapped the table and stood up.

The two men stared at each other with eager eyes, as if they were about to provoke a flame of war.

Liu Yao tried to persuade them, “Don’t…don’t…stop, don’t…don’t…put out the fire…ah…put out the fire…ah…”

"Anyway, Lan Xinxue can only stay in the Netherworld Palace!"

"They both have to go to the underworld anyway!"

"I've been tolerating you for so long..."

"Damn it, I wanted to beat you thousands of years ago..."

Yin Youdao stood up and rushed out like a flash of lightning: "Lan Wuxiang! Come out if you have the guts!"

Lan Wuxiang was furious: "This is too much!"

Draw your sword and come out.

There was a sudden rumble outside...a fight had begun.

Liu Yao and several other people from the underworld looked at each other.

"How to fix it?"

"We can't stop them from fighting..."

"Let's play for a while. Maybe it's because I'm too excited..."

I have to say that what the elder said is true. Under normal circumstances, these two people would not fight even if they were furious, but now they are overwhelmed by this huge happy event and they are a little... unable to vent their emotions.

The two are in a fierce battle...

The entire Netherworld Palace rumbled...

Suddenly, the elder who was guarding the fortune furnace of the Netherworld Palace ran out in panic.

His face was pale, his eyes were terrified, and he looked at a loss. Beads of sweat were as big as soybeans on his face. He ran while shouting in panic: "Palace Master! It's not good! Palace Master, it's not good ah ah ah ah ..."

The elder's voice almost sounded like he was about to cry.

"Where is the palace master?"

"There's a fight outside."

"My grass..."

The elder rushed out desperately: "Stop fighting... Stop fighting, Palace Master... Ahhhh... Something terrible is happening..."

With a loud bang, the two men with bruised faces and noses separated.

Lan Wuxiang landed in front of the elder and frowned: "What's wrong? Why are you so impatient?!"

“The Qiyun furnace… There’s something wrong with the Qiyun furnace… Ahhhh…”

The elder was about to burst into tears: "We have already lost a quarter..."

"Ok?"

Lan Wuxiang was stunned for a moment: "What do you mean? Isn't it increasing?"

"Increase... No, it didn't increase... It actually decreased..."

The elder stamped his feet repeatedly and pulled Lan Wuxiang away: "Come... come and see, this is..."

Lan Wuxiang was shocked and rushed over after the elder.

Yin Youdao stood there a bit confused, then rushed over as well. Why did it feel like the sky was falling?

After a while.

The two stood in front of the fortune furnace in the underground Netherworld Palace.

At the same time, I was dumbfounded.

Then they both felt the same thing at the same time: the sky was falling!

The luck in the luck furnace of the Netherworld Palace was seen to be bursting out and rushing upwards. Wisps of luck fire were constantly being swept away by the invisible vortex in the air and thrown into the luck-requiring formation outside. Then, they rushed up with the swallowing vortex and flashed away in the sky...

Just gone and never come back!
The speed at which luck is fading is simply terrifying!

The fire of luck that was originally as big as a jar has now become two jars.

It has shrunk by more than a quarter!
"how so?!"

Lan Wuxiang was completely dumbfounded: "How could this happen? Aren't we... absorbing other people's energy?"

Yin Youdao, who was standing beside him, turned pale. He took out his communication jade and began desperately trying to contact the people in the underworld: "Quick! Go and check out our underworld's Qiyun furnace!!!"

Then the other side responded quickly: "Grand Elder, it's bad... Our Qi Furnace is being drained... Currently, one-sixth of it has been lost..."

Snapped……

The communication jade slipped from Yin Youdao's hand. The face of the great elder who held real power in the underworld was as pale as a dead person, and his eyes were dull: "This... How could this happen?"

The two of them looked at the luck furnace that was swaying and rising and being drawn away, and they were all sweating profusely, sweating madly.

Their eyes were flustered and dull, and they looked at each other: "Brother Yin (Brother Lan), what's going on?"

"This……"

Lan Wuxiang looked incredibly flustered: "This situation will only happen when you can't pull this person back... It's the same as the situation when Lan Xinxue and Yin Yunxiao were pulled back before..."

"But it would be fine if the luck of those two youngsters couldn't beat the other party, but now that the two major sects have pressed in, he still can't beat them? Who the hell is this Fang Che!?"

Yin Youdao was so angry that he suddenly yelled, "Even if he bound Zheng Yuandong, he would have drained all the energy, right? But he couldn't drain Fang Che and was even drained back?! Are you kidding me?"

"Normally speaking, this shouldn't happen... This Fang Che... What the hell is going on?"

Lan Wuxiang was sweating and his hands were shaking. "Two of the top three sects in the secluded mountain sect, tens of thousands of years of luck can't beat him alone? This is... this is... who could have thought of this?"

"But the problem now is that I haven't drawn it before, and I've already been drawn back so much!"

Yin Youdao cursed: "Is this the time to think about this? Where is your energy just now? You better think of a solution quickly!"

Lan Wuxiang was distraught: "But just now we used all our strength... the luck of the two major sects merged into one, and the yin and yang were bound together, and they were completely tied up... and there was no way to stop it."

Yin Youdao's head was filled with black smoke and anxiety: "It has to be broken even if it can't be broken!"

The elder guarding the Qiyun furnace shouted, "One third of it has been taken away..."

The voice was miserable, as if one had lost one's parents.

At the same time, a message came from Yin Youdao's communication jade: "Grand Elder, a quarter of your luck has been drained away... Almost three out of ten percent of your luck has been drained away... What on earth is going on?"

Yin Youdao roared with a ferocious face: "What is your Lan Xinxue bound to? What is this bound to? Fuck, this is called Dinglu? I'm going to fuck you..."

"I'm really surprised that the cauldron in your Netherworld Palace is like this... Holy shit, is this something that was picked up from a god?!"

"How come you Lan Xinxue have such good taste? Fuck you..."

Yin Youdao collapsed.

Completely broken.

"Stop scolding!"

Lan Wuxiang yelled, "What's the point of scolding now! Retreat! Damn it, stop scolding, it's important to retreat now!"

"Retreat! Retreat!! Quickly!"

Lan Wuxiang yelled.

“Yin and Yang, the boundless universe, are turned upside down… withdrawing the formation will backfire…” The great elder who was guarding the furnace of luck was in a state of despair.

"I can't even worry about the backlash! This thing is almost gone!"

"In order, withdraw the luck array first, and then at the moment of withdrawal, destroy the array, cut off the absorption transmission, and kill Yin Yunxiao and Lan Xinxue! Destroy the source... Quickly! Quickly! Stop the luck from flowing out!"

Lan Wuxiang roared.

Now is a real moment of life and death. Lan Xinxue and Yin Yunxiao, one is the Holy Maiden of the Netherworld Palace and the other is the Holy Son of the Underworld, so their status is naturally important.

But... who has the time to care about this now?
If we don’t act now, the Nether Palace and the Underworld will be lost!
"start!"

Lan Wuxiang and Yin Youdao roared, like a moth flying into a flame, with a fearless attitude, with a tragic and heroic spirit of sacrificing their lives for the sect...

He made a prompt decision, flew up, gathered all his strength, and stretched out his hand... from the white-blazing fire of destiny.

Start to draw out the energy from the formation plate.

(End of this chapter)