my luck is on

"Forget it, this child has lived a very hard life, and it's enough to survive. I can see that she doesn't regret it at all."

Thinking of the happy smile on Yuna's face, the old woman spoke thoughtfully.

After finishing speaking, the old woman patted Lu Yang on the shoulder, pulled him up, and said, "Don't think too much, just rest for a few days and go back to where you should go."

Lu Yang took off the white amnesty order from his wrist, handed it to the old woman, and said, "Return this to senior."

Grandma stared at Bai Sheling, shook her head, and said, "She left it for you, you can dispose of it yourself."

After finishing speaking, grandma turned around and left slowly.

Lu Yang gritted his teeth, and shouted, "Why don't you scold me, give me two palms...so I...at least feel better."

Grandma stopped in her tracks, with helplessness and pain in her tone, she said, "At first I thought I would kill you, but I know that girl Yuna wouldn't wish that way, so live well so that you can be worthy of her."

Lu Yang tightly pinched the Bai She Ling on his wrist, and his determination to resurrect Yuna was even more determined!

Similarly, Lu Yang swore to his heart that he must kill the pagan leader to avenge Yuna!
"Just let him go down the mountain alone, okay?"

At some point, Huang Ling was already standing beside the old woman.

At this moment, Lu Yang had already left Qiya Mountain with Yujian.

"I didn't kill him, even I was surprised..."

The old woman looked at her hands and frowned depressedly.

"It's better to cry."

"Crying can't save anything."

The old woman smiled helplessly, mixed with cold eyes, and said: "The wrong has its head, and the debt has its owner!"

Hearing this, Huang Ling was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Forget it, it's up to you, I went to retreat and didn't hear anything."

Seeing Huang Ling's deafness, grandma bowed respectfully, with a smirk on her face.

The next moment, grandma turned into a gust of silver wind and disappeared before Huang Ling's eyes.

"When Tianhu comes out of the mountain, paganism will definitely come to you."

An old man in black, holding a blackened vine in his hand, stared at Huang Ling dissatisfied.

Huang Ling shrugged, and said with a sneer: "Can you tell her to endure it in front of Tianhu? Yuna is her heart, and this is something that the whole Demon Sect knows. If a heretic dares to kill Yuna, he will kill her." Have the guts to bear the sin!"

"Hey……"

The old man in black waved his hand helplessly, and the vegetation in the entire Qiya Mountain suddenly flourished.

In the emerald green forest, there is a hint of gloom, which looks extraordinarily bewitching.

"Sleep as soon as possible, if paganism comes to your door, I will take care of it."

Looking at the solemn expression of the old man in black, Huang Ling smiled and said: "I'm sorry for your inconvenience, Black Mountain."

As he spoke, Huang Ling fell asleep in the arms of the old Heishan demon.

Holding the phoenix spirit, the black mountain old demon had a serious expression with a hint of helplessness, and muttered to himself.

At the next moment, the demons on and off Qiya Mountain were stunned and dumb.

"The phoenix spirit is sleeping, the demon sect is closed, trespassers... will be killed without mercy."

The voice of the Montenegrin old demon resounded in everyone's heart.

The colorful miasma leaked out along the ravines, the lakes became swamps, and the valleys became torrents.

The demon sect is closed.

Lu Yang, who was flying in the sky, didn't know what happened, but felt a strange breath behind him.

The Demon Sect behind him became a place surrounded by clouds and mist, and the figure of Qiya Mountain disappeared completely.

Seeing this, Lu Yang was startled at first, and then relieved.

Pagan religions are attacking the righteous way one after another. I'm afraid that the war of magic way thousands of years ago will inevitably repeat itself.

At this moment, Yaozong chose to retreat to the outside world, and his attitude was obvious, not to venture into this muddy water.

Lu Yang looked at the approaching dense fog, and descended with great interest, rushing out of the encircling net of dense fog at the last moment.

I saw that within a hundred miles of Yaozong, there was a vast expanse of whiteness, and I couldn't see my fingers.

After staring at Bai Sheling on his wrist, Lu Yang turned around and continued on his way.

But for a moment, groups of wheat fields came into view.

Looking at the familiar scene, Lu Yang couldn't help grinning.

There is a huge difference between the crowded city gate and the deserted dead city back then.

Looking at the rags and rags on his body, Lu Yang scratched his forehead and said, "It's better to go to the city and change."

A young man in ragged clothes appeared in the crowd.

The officers and soldiers guarding the city gate shouted: "Hey! You! It's you! Come here!"

Lu Yang pointed at himself suspiciously, and walked over wondering.

When Lu Yang walked in, the city guards were taken aback for a moment, then turned to look at the stone statues in the square.

"It's Master Immortal!"

As soon as this sentence came out, everyone immediately turned their attention.

Seeing so many people staring at his face, Lu Yang smiled dryly and said, "Hi everyone."

Everyone was stunned for a while, and the next moment they rushed towards Lu Yang like a swarm.

Terrified, Lu Yang rushed into the city with his sword in a hurry, and managed to get rid of the human dragon behind him.

Lying on the eaves of a certain house, Lu Yang looked at the stone statue in the square in distress.

The face of the stone carving was indeed Lu Yang's face, but Lu Yang didn't know: when did he wear such a gorgeous Taoist robe, and on his back was a giant sword that was a head taller than him.

Sighing, Lu Yang thought deeply, followed the method taught by Ning Juehui, and began to dig up the dust in distress, and wiped it on his face.

After Lu Yang was convinced that he would not recognize himself at all, he jumped down.

Watching the crowd coming and going, Lu Yang walked out nervously.

Seeing that there was no reaction from the crowd around him, Lu Yang breathed a sigh of relief.

Walking to a peddler beside him, Lu Yang bought some ordinary clothes.

After putting it on, Lu Yang looked left and right, and walked carefully to the center of the square.

I saw the crowd gathered around the stone statue, and a storyteller stood in the middle of the crowd, speaking vividly, and everyone listened to the story attentively.

"This one over here is the immortal who saved the whole city from the poisonous fog."

The storyteller pointed at the stone statue, and everyone immediately applauded.

Lu Yang blushed and withdrew from the crowd, and when he was about to turn around and leave the city, a gust of wind blew past him.

The stone statue was blown into pieces by the wind and hit the crowd.

With a pinch of the magic formula in Lu Yang's hand, the scattered rocks in the air were all shaken off without causing any harm.

When they were safe and sound, everyone began to chant again to thank the gods for their blessings.

Lu Yang stared at the corner of the alley, and saw a woman who met his gaze without any hesitation.

When their eyes met, the two exclaimed in unison.

Seeing the other person's appearance clearly, Lu Yang's eyes gradually changed from shock to mixed feelings.

Lu Yang turned around indifferently, and walked into the inn beside him.

Peony stuck out her tongue, made a grimace, and said, "This is a pagan domain, what is he doing here?"

"What's wrong, what are you thinking?"

Zhang Zhinan walked up to Mudan, hugged her, and whispered in his ear.