Chapter 167: Centennial Fixed Light Spar(2/2)
How could he not know that his apprentice was definitely no match for Wang Yu?
But even so, he still let his apprentice go, and also gave him a century-old light-fixing crystal at his request.
There is no doubt that this century-old Dingguang crystal is a game, a game against Wang Yu.
In comparison, Changkong Wuhen is secondary!
"If you can bear it, you can skip this disaster, but can you bear it?"
"A hundred years of harvest can be gained in an instant. Do you really think it comes at no cost?"
"It's all about merit and luck, do you have it?"
"If it weren't for... tut tut, tut tut... I wouldn't have been able to survive this disaster!"
Long-eared Dingguangxian sneered, his eyes cold and cold.
"Boy, do you want to stand up for the human race? Want to change the status of the human race in my religion? Do you want to fight for more rights?"
"Are you worthy? Do you have the qualifications?"
Long-eared Dingguangxian's eyes were red, like gems, but upon closer inspection, they looked more like a sea of blood.
The blood surged and the blood waves rolled, revealing countless divine skeletons and immortal bones below.
"Jie Jiao is the Jie Jiao of my demon clan, not your human clan's Jie Jiao!"
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"Hey, why has my luck dropped so much?"
Among the stars in the Dao Realm, Wang Yu reviewed himself, constantly scanning and sorting out his situation, so as to have complete control over himself at all times.
Suddenly, he found that almost 90% of the luck he had received from the human race was gone.
He couldn't see luck yet, but after comparing various side information, he finally came to this conclusion, which made him very surprised.
"Although luck is a consumable, it will only be consumed on such a large scale when some problem is solved or some problem is encountered..."
"Ninety percent luck...did I encounter some catastrophe just now?" Wang Yu's heart sank.
He has got three-thirds of the human race's luck, 90% of the three-thirds of luck, which is really not low.
If it were to be a catastrophe, it would probably be at least equivalent to the death of millions of immortal gods, and they couldn't all be low-end immortal gods.
After all, that is the destiny of the human race, the protagonist of today's world.
"Strange...why don't I feel anything?"
Wang Yu searched and searched repeatedly, but could not find any clues. At this moment, suddenly, a strange aura of the great avenue was introduced into the induction.
Chapter completed!