Since the birth of the Kyushu Continent, no one has ever been able to unify it. It took hundreds of thousands of years for the Five Academy and Four Sects, and the efforts of countless generations of land gods to manage to separate the territories.
Now, a person was born who could unify Kyushu in the future.
You can imagine what kind of benefits this luck can bring.
This is also the reason why Mr. Xiong immediately began to prepare for the sacrifice in full swing after he noticed the birth of the imperial power.
Because he knows the benefits best!
The golden-red mist was still pouring into Xiong Feihu's body, nourishing his old body, exhausted soul and exhausted lifespan.
His white hair began to turn black, and the wrinkles on his face began to fade. Although all these may not seem so obvious for the time being, they are actually changing.
Compared with him, Jiang Ning, whose luck was passing away, seemed a little miserable.
Although the passage of luck could not cause him any real harm, Jiang Ning could clearly feel that he was beginning to feel anxious, irritable, and restless for no reason.
At first glance, these things may not seem to affect anything, but once accumulated too much, they will inevitably erode one's sanity, and there is a risk of falling into the devil's path in the future and never recovering.
"Damn it, how to stop him!" Jiang Ning gritted his teeth.
It would be hard for anyone to accept that something that belongs to him is taken away by others, but he also understands that it is difficult to kill a fortune teller...
Very difficult!
Because everything the fortune teller does is based on the future that he can see. If you want to break his plan, it is almost equivalent to saying that you want to change the outcome of the future.
You don't need to think about how difficult it is to understand.
But he couldn't do it if Jiang Ning just sat there and waited for death!
"There must be a way, there must be!" Jiang Ning gritted his teeth to endure the pain, and forced himself to calm down to think of a way to deal with it.
On the other side, Song Qingyuan couldn't bear it anymore.
Every time he collides with a clay figure, he will retreat violently and bleed.
The golden and silver double-headed Kutuo Yang God has become dim and almost transparent, as if a breeze can blow it away completely.
The situation is not optimistic.
At this moment, Jiang Ning suddenly saw the woman in the skirt out of the corner of her eye.
The scary thing about soul grafting is that grafting can be transferred.
What if we let the woman in the undershirt kill the clay figurine?
When the clay figurine dies in the hands of the woman in the undershirt, its face will still look like its own, but at that time, its injured object is no longer Song Qingyuan, but transferred to the woman in the undershirt.
In other words, Song Qingyuan was completely rescued from the dead end!
In this way, as long as the woman in the skirt and the clay figurine die together, Song Qingyuan can take the opportunity to kill Xiong Feihu!
Although it is not worth exchanging the lives of two people for Xiong Feihu's, it is the only and best solution to the soul grafting technique so far!
"As long as you die, everything is worth it!" Jiang Ning raised his head with great effort, looking at Xiong Feihu with a painfully twisted smile and said.
Xiong Feihu frowned and said, "What?"
Before he knew what Jiang Ning was going to do, he heard Jiang Ning shout: "Song Qingyuan, let the woman next to you kill the clay figurine!"
The sudden sound made Song Qingyuan and the woman in Ruqun stunned.
However, any cultivator who can become a Yangshen realm must not be a person with an exquisite mind, otherwise it would be impossible for him to live to reach this realm today.
After listening to Jiang Ning's words, the two of them thought about it for a while and immediately figured out what Jiang Ning was going to do.
"Thief, don't even think about it!" The person who spoke was Song Qingyuan.
In the battle of Giant Whale Mountain, three of the Twelve Sun Gods in Dongjie City had died and one was crippled. Now if he was asked to live on the life of the woman in the undershirt, he would never agree.
"Song Qingyuan, don't you want to kill this old dog?"
Hit the snake within seven inches, capture the thief first and capture the king first.
Jiang Ning didn't want to waste time and immediately pointed out Song Qingyuan's pain points.
The reason why Song Qingyuan refused to leave was to stay and kill Xiong Feihu and avenge the black man.
Now, he only needs to sacrifice one more woman in a skirt, and he can take revenge and fulfill his wish. Should he choose to give up after failing at this time?
Song Qingyuan looked ferocious, clenched his teeth, and in his clenched fists, his nails were embedded in the palms of his hands, leaving traces of blood.
This choice made him very painful!
"Song Qingyuan, what are you still hesitating about?" Jiang Ning said angrily.
He could feel that more than half of his luck had been lost. If this continued, even if the transfer was successful, Song Qingyuan might not be able to kill Xiong Feihu.
Fortune tellers know luck best.
Once he masters the most powerful emperor's luck in the world, what kind of terrifying strength will he have?
No one dares to imagine!
"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" Song Qingyuan, who had no idea of the seriousness of the matter, was still struggling. With disheveled hair and a ferocious expression, he threatened: "If you say anything again, I will kill you first!"
Jiang Ning was not to be outdone and retorted: "As a woman, you are not worthy of being the Sun God of Dongjie City. You really have the guts. Come over and kill me now. If you can't do it, just do what I say!"
"
He didn't dare to delay it any longer.
It doesn't matter whether he dies or whoever dies, in short, Xiong Feihu cannot be allowed to get the luck of the emperor.
Song Qingyuan remained unmoved.
At this moment, the woman in a skirt who had never spoken a word suddenly flew over.
She first knocked the distracted Song Qingyuan to the side with one palm, then decisively burned her Yang Shen and started fighting with the clay figurine Chen Yi who came over.
Obviously, she wanted to help Song Qingyuan make a choice.
"Chief, the thief is right. Since you want to kill Xiong Feihu, this is the only way at the moment."
"It's not a pity that I died, because leader, you will avenge me and Lao Hei."
"Kill Xiong Feihu!"
The woman in the skirt gained tremendous strength by burning the Yang God. Coupled with her life-threatening fighting style, she soon fought the Clay Man to a loss.
Jiang Ning had bleeding from his mouth and nose, but his eyes were unusually bright.
"Quickly, kill the clay man!" he said weakly.
The clay figurine shares his soul with him. If the clay figurine is injured, he will suffer the same injury. If the clay figurine dies, he will not survive.
Even so, he still hoped that the woman in the undershirt would kill the clay figurine!
Xiong Feihu, who was extracting the emperor's luck, watched this scene silently and said nothing, but the speed at which he extracted the luck was getting faster and faster.
Obviously, he also saw the intentions of Jiang Ning and others.
But this is a critical moment and cannot be interrupted.
At this moment, both sides are betting!
Bet on who can succeed first, who may become the final winner!
"Quick, help her!" Jiang Ning urged.
The woman in the skirt has the upper hand, but it may take some effort to kill the clay figurine.
Jiang Ning can’t afford to wait!
"Do it, do it, do it quickly!"
His voice was like a magical sound, constantly surrounding Song Qingyuan's ears.
Song Qingyuan's hair was disheveled, his eyes were red, and there were vague signs that his sanity was about to collapse.
"Xiong Feihu, you deserve to die!" Finally, with a roar, Song Qingyuan also burned his two-headed Ku Tuo Yang God, turned into a ball of fire, and killed the clay man.
boom!
He slapped a palm and hit the clay figure in the back.
The clay figurine leaned forward due to the force. The woman in the skirt seized the opportunity and activated her magic to kill him.
In an instant, blood splashed into the sky!
The woman in the skirt had sharp hands, cutting off the clay figurine's head, and the clay figurine's hands also tore out the woman's heart.
The two of them fought to the death together!
"ah!"
Song Qingyuan raised his head and roared, his eyes were bloodshot, and he turned around like a madman to stare at Xiong Feihu, gritted his teeth and said: "Old bear, it's time for you to pay for your life!"