Chapter 623

That young Shaman stared fixedly at Little Wei Yuan, with fire seemingly burning in his eyes. The black eerie long knife vibrated constantly, emitting a low hum, as if it were vigilant in the face of a strong enemy, and as if it were extremely excited and eager.

The young Shaman saw the strange performance of the magic blade, and a look of surprise appeared on his face, saying: "See you on the battlefield tomorrow! I will leave the remnants of your vanguard for one more day, waiting for you to save them."

He merged into heaven and earth, as if he had never appeared, and even Little Wei Yuan did not see clearly how he left. This feeling of merging with heaven and earth was somewhat similar to Su Xuejing's, yet it had an essential difference.

Su Xuejing reached this realm by relying on her own cultivation, while this young Shaman purely relied on the favor of heaven and earth to possess such authority.

After the young Shaman retreated, the killers hiding in the darkness also retreated rapidly like a tide.

Little Wei Yuan finally breathed a sigh of relief and flew to Heavenly Language's side to check his injuries. Heavenly Language was hit by the giant crossbow, and his lower body had already disappeared, leaving only his upper body. Black energy permeated the broken section, and countless flesh buds were growing, but every time a layer grew, it was instantly erased by the black energy.

This was living flesh and blood being worn away; Little Wei Yuan felt pain just looking at it, and Heavenly Language could endure it until now, truly a man made of iron.

But who knew that before Little Wei Yuan could even say a word of praise, Heavenly Language let out an earth-shattering scream; the sound was exceptionally concentrated, originally capable of shaking a hundred miles, but it was forcibly restrained within a mile by him, shaking Little Wei Yuan until golden stars appeared before his eyes.

Looking at Heavenly Language, who was wailing in pain, Little Wei Yuan said helplessly: "Why are you only screaming now?"

"The enemy is at the gate, face is important; even if I die, I can't scream! Now that only you are here, it doesn't matter; it hurts me to death! Hurry up and think of a way!"

The key to Heavenly Language's wound lay in the black energy that had the ability to corrode and wear away flesh and blood; Little Wei Yuan endured the pain and took out a wisp of Red Lotus Honglian Puti Qi, sprinkling it on the wound, and sure enough, the black energy dissipated piece by piece, with significant effect.

However, after the black energy dissipated completely, a layer of extremely faint karmic fire appeared on the wound and began to burn.

This burn made Heavenly Language let out a scream that pierced the clouds and sky!

Fortunately, there was not much karmic fire, and it was soon burned out under the urging of the Red Lotus Honglian Puti aura; Heavenly Language's suffering finally came to an end, and his whole body went limp, like mud. At this time, although the black energy at the wound had completely disappeared, the growth of flesh and blood became extremely slow.

Little Wei Yuan picked up Heavenly Language and returned along the original path.

Heavenly Language asked: "Just let that kid go like this?"

Little Wei Yuan asked back: "Otherwise, you go?"

Heavenly Language immediately changed the subject: "I didn't even know there was such a guy in the Lei Ze tribe; it's good that he was discovered early, otherwise if he were allowed to grow up, I fear there would be big problems. By the way, this guy killed your people, can you endure it?"

"Didn't I make an appointment with him to fight a decisive battle at noon tomorrow?"

"He would actually agree?"

Little Wei Yuan said: "You guy is simply unlearned; for the past few hundred years, although Sons of Luck are not as numerous as hairs on an ox, there are quite a few; don't you have any relevant information in your tribe?"

Heavenly Language replied: "Our tribe has never produced a Son of Luck."

Little Wei Yuan was speechless for a moment: "You don't have a Son of Luck, so you don't look at information about Sons of Luck?"

"We don't have a Son of Luck, why should we look at their information?" Heavenly Language replied righteously.

This reminded Little Wei Yuan of a classmate who couldn't answer Feng Chutang's question during the centralized teaching back then, and because he was spoiled, he said on the spot, "I wasn't born when that happened, how would I know?"

Of course, Feng Chutang immediately used a rattan to make him understand the necessity of knowing things before he was born.

Considering that the cooperation with the Ancestral Shaman tribe would continue for a long time in the future, Little Wei Yuan explained patiently: "Many Sons of Luck were very ordinary people before, and they have experienced all kinds of unusual pain and torture.

But they all have one common characteristic, that is, no matter how much hardship they endure, they firmly believe that there must be a great opportunity waiting for them ahead, and the world is waiting for them to change..."

Heavenly Language said curiously: "This can also be considered a characteristic? Who wasn't like this when they were young? Don't bully the young for being poor, then don't bully the middle-aged for being poor, don't bully the old for being poor..." Little Wei Yuan said unhappily: "You shut your mouth first!"

Heavenly Language muttered: "Shutting my mouth doesn't stop me from talking."

Little Wei Yuan forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart and continued: "Later, after luck was added to their bodies, basically it was one adventure after another, doing anything was exceptionally smooth, and even if they encountered a strong enemy, there would be a big shot passing by who couldn't stand it, would take action to help, and then would feel that this Son of Luck was exceptionally pleasing to the eye, and so on. If this person's luck is even stronger, the big shot will be replaced by the big shot's son or daughter."

Heavenly Language said to himself strangely: "That's not right; why wasn't I like this when I was young? When I had an impression, I was beaten by my cousin every day; I just said she was ugly, and she beat me for more than ten years."

"You are not a Son of Luck."

"Then were you like this when you were young?" Heavenly Language asked back.

Little Wei Yuan said expressionlessly: "I entered Tai Chu Gong and naturally met big shots. Then on the day I finished my cultivation and went down the mountain, the big shots gave me an IOU for twenty million."

Heavenly Language was shocked: "You really are a Son of Luck!? I said why can you have such achievements and not me; it turns out it's because you have good luck!"

Little Wei Yuan was furious: "I relied entirely on my own efforts!"

In his rage, he suddenly noticed a corner of the earthly paradise, where more than a dozen people were secretly discussing in a secret room, one by one filled with righteous indignation: "The world has suffered from the Creation Immortal Venerable for a long time! Today we should act on behalf of heaven!"

"Exactly, the Creation Immortal Venerable is incompetent, doesn't do his proper job every day, and occupies the immortal plants! Today we should replace him!"

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"Go! Bury the bronze man!"

Everyone looked at each other, and no one could move the bronze man.

So everyone walked to the inner room and silently burned a stick of incense in front of a spirit tablet. The spirit tablet was written with the three words "Feng Yu Zhong".

The Creation Immortal Venerable's list of crimes has added one more from now on.

Little Wei Yuan had no time to pay attention to this small group of guys who couldn't see reality and insisted on shaking a tree like a mayfly and blocking a car like a mantis, and continued to teach Heavenly Language:

"... So after the Son of Luck rises, they like to show off their strength in front of everyone the most; they don't even want to fight battles with few onlookers. Just now it was dark, and there weren't many people ambushing around, so this fight was meaningless. I made an appointment with him to fight a decisive battle at noon tomorrow, to decide life and death in front of thousands of troops and horses; how many people are watching, he will definitely agree!

In addition, Sons of Luck are all fond of teaching others great life principles. If you meet one in the future, you must listen to him speak well; it doesn't matter if you understand or not. Anyway, the Son of Luck feels that everyone around him is a group of dull fools; he teaches you just because he wants to vent, not because he really intends for you to understand anything."

Heavenly Language was stunned: "Isn't this sick?"

A nameless fire rose in Little Wei Yuan's heart again; he barely suppressed it and said: "Can you shut your mouth!"

Heavenly Language raised his hand: "I didn't open my mouth; I'm talking with my hand."

Little Wei Yuan finally understood what it meant by "rotten wood cannot be carved"; Heavenly Language is good at everything, but he talks too much, and now he has an extra hand that can "talk".

Little Wei Yuan no longer beat around the bush and directly stated his plan, which was to fight a decisive battle head-on tomorrow, crush the Lei Ze army, and incidentally weaken the opponent's luck.

This Son of Luck of the Lei Ze tribe was originally struck by the three-eyed bird head across the boundary, almost scattering his luck; tomorrow, as long as he defeats the Lei Ze army, this guy's luck will collapse on the spot, and then it will be easy to kill him.

Moreover, his luck has dropped greatly at this moment, so Little Wei Yuan is not afraid that he won't come to fight a decisive battle tomorrow.

If he shrinks from the battle, he will lose the hearts of the people and human luck; even if his luck doesn't collapse on the spot, it will be exhausted within a few years after this, turning back into an ordinary person. This is even more uncomfortable for a Son of Luck than killing them.

This series of exquisite operations on luck could not be explained to Heavenly Language, and Little Wei Yuan was not in the mood to explain. The premise of everything is actually that the three-eyed bird head severely damaged the opponent's luck. But Little Wei Yuan would naturally never say this.

(End of chapter)