my luck is on

"What is life after death?"

The two asked in unison.

"It is rumored that if you are destined to die, you can survive the catastrophe and turn the calamity into good luck, that is, you can transform into a person who dies and lives later. He is the only person with great luck in the world." Hua Jieyu explained to the two.

"Unrivaled great luck... Then wouldn't this person be the key person to influence the fate of my pagan religion?" Hua Lingyue said in surprise.

"The grid after death is just a rumor after all. Whether it really exists is still unknown, because there are contradictions in the grid itself, and it cannot explain its real existence." Hua Jieyu continued.
"What should we do next, please tell the Palace Master."

"Continue to observe this person, show kindness to him at the right time, and let him make friends with my star palace. Even if this person is not the person who dies and lives after death in the legend, at least he is a person with excellent luck. Make friends with him , beneficial and harmless."

Hua Jieyu can only make such a ruling, after all, there are too few records about the character of life after death.

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Fatang, which won the foundation-building group in the last competition, has finished playing, and then, it is the turn of the second-ranked team to appear.

The first disciple to appear in the team was Chu Shanhe, who was defeated by Ruan Sicong in the previous round and came in second. He had been defeated by Ruan Sicong for two consecutive rounds.

Logically speaking, Chu Shanhe's current strength can be promoted to Jindan, but in order to defeat Ruan Sicong, his old enemy, he would rather stay in the foundation stage.

Chu Shanhe's opponent is very weak, he has not even used his best formation, and his opponent has already declared defeat.

Chu Shanhe, who had won the flag, came back from the teleportation formation and said loudly in the direction of Ruan Sicong: "Ruan Sicong, this time I will completely defeat you!"

Facing Chu Shanhe's declaration of war, Ruan Sicong was still relaxed, without a trace of nervousness.

The one who was really embarrassed was Gong Da who was sitting not far away.

The disciple hastily lost, and the opponent didn't take him seriously at all, which made Gong Da's old face not knowing where to put it.

It can only be said that every time he comes to the disciple competition, it is a time for him to pass the day like a year, and he only hopes that the competition will end quickly.

Next, the No.2 representative of the formation also appeared, and it was Ren Wuque, a new disciple who entered the pagan religion at the same time as Lu Yang.

This person joined the team last year, and he was able to get the chance to play, which shows how much the team thinks about him.

He intends to cultivate him to become the main force of the competition in the future, and there are even rumors that the elders of the formation intend to accept him as a direct disciple.

It can be said that Ren Wuque's popularity among newcomers is no less than that of Lu Yang and Sima Wutian.

Ren Wuque's opponent is the representative of the three pavilions, Luo Tong, a thousand surgeons.

This person is a disciple of Qi Pavilion. According to Duan Lianshan, he was once considered by the master of the Three Pavilions as the successor of the Three Pavilions, but was eventually abandoned.

The reason is not that he is not talented enough, but that his character is not good.

"Senior Brother Luo's reputation as a thousand surgeons is astonishing, please give me some advice today."

Ren Wuque was courteous first and then soldiers, with a polite appearance.

"It's very polite, but it's a pity that this kind of occasion is not something you should come to. I will let you remember the cruelty of the cultivation world."

Ren Wuque lived up to his name, born handsome and handsome, without a single flaw in his appearance.

Luo Tongchang was extremely ugly and had a natural hostility towards Ren Wuque.

Facing the mid-stage Foundation Establishment, which was one level higher than himself, Ren Wuque did not dare to be careless. On the one hand, he paid full attention to the opponent's movements, and on the other hand, he held the formation board and formation flag, and was ready to deploy his best thunder formation at any time.

"Want to form a formation? It's a pity that you have no chance in front of my thousand surgeons."

Luo Tong took out magic weapons from the ring at a fast speed, the number was dizzying.

All the treasures attacked Ren Wuque at the same time, and Ren Wuque was in a hurry, so there was still time to set up the formation.

One look at this competition, and you will know that there is no suspense.

Luo Tong was like a cat playing with a mouse. When Ren Wuque was about to lose, he would deliberately hold back a hand to give him a chance.

Although Ren Wuque knew that his opponent did it deliberately, he was unwilling to admit defeat automatically, and tried his best to support it, striving for that little miracle.

A moment passed, and Ren Wuque was already covered in scars, and his original handsome face was replaced by embarrassment.

Amidst the blood and mud all over his face, his eyes were still firm.

"Haha... I like to see this kind of look the most. When it is completely destroyed, the feeling is so comfortable!"

Luo Tong activated countless magic weapons in one breath, and launched the final blow to Ren Wuque.

At this moment, a muffled thunder suddenly sounded.

"Thunder Sky Formation!"

Ren Wuque yelled loudly, and dozens of thunderbolts fell from the sky, immediately knocking down Luo Tong's magic weapons one after another.

Immediately afterwards, Luo Lei struck towards Luo Tong.

The appearance of Ren Wuque dodging in embarrassment just now reappeared again, but now the protagonist has been replaced by Luo Tong.

Ren Wuque didn't intend to play tricks on his opponent. After driving Luo Tong to a corner, he launched the final blow with all his strength.

The last thunderbolt the size of an arm hit Luo Tong hard.

"what!"

Luo Tong let out a shrill scream, his whole body was scorched black, and he declared defeat.

After a tough battle, Ren Wuque revealed the joy of victory.

Just as Ren Wuque relaxed his guard and walked towards the teleportation formation, behind him, a magic weapon that had been struck down by lightning jumped up from the ground by itself and flew towards Ren Wuque.

The magic weapon that sprang up was a magic pestle, which hit Ren Wuque hard on the back of the head.

Ren Wuque suddenly lost consciousness and fell to the ground.

The strange thing is that the pestle seemed to be alive, even though Ren Wuque fell to the ground, it was still firmly stuck in his head.

At this moment, the pestle slowly changed.

The front end of the pestle turned into a human hand, and other parts also changed, gradually becoming a human shape.

It turned out that it was Luo Tong, a thousand surgeons.

He was hit by Ren Wuque's lightning before, and temporarily sent out a magic weapon substitute.

Although Ren Wuque had already lost, Luo Tong didn't want to stop there.

"Don't stop! Could it be that you want to provoke my entire team like Ruan Sicong?"

A loud voice sounded, accompanied by the coercion of the Nascent Soul stage, from the viewing stage to the duel scene hundreds of miles away.

Feeling the coercion, Luo Tong immediately withdrew his hands and stepped aside, then said sinisterly to the monitoring formation: "The elder misunderstood, the disciple just forgot it for a while."

The monks who maintained the order of the duel saw that Luo Tong had stopped, and hurriedly carried the seriously injured Ren Wuque into the teleportation formation.

As soon as he returned to the stage, some disciples of the formation immediately brought Ren Wuque back for treatment.

Only halfway through the first round of the competition, there was a tragic situation of one death and one serious injury, which also made all the new disciples watching the battle look dignified.

Especially seeing that Ren Wuque, the top player among his peers, lost like this, let them all realize again the power of paganism and the cruelty of the world of cultivation.