Fantasy: Start Rewarding 100 Consecutive Draws

"It's beyond words!"

Wang Yan sighed and told the whole story.

Lu Chuan: "..."

I don't know if I don't say it, but it really destroys people's three views.

Scum is everywhere, especially here.

These monks of the Taisui Tower really showed the despicable nature of human beings to the fullest.

Revenge for kindness, shamelessness, lowliness, greed, stupidity, all the words that Lu Chuan can imagine, can all be found in Taisuilou monks.

The battlefield of luck is like a demon mirror, showing all the despicableness.

No matter how well you pretend on the outside, you will be able to reveal your true colors when you get here.

There are no elders here, no hidden superpowers, and no complicated and changeable relationships. Most importantly, there is no way to communicate with the outside world.

As long as the hands and feet are clean and meticulous, no one can be 100% sure who did it.

Even if Qin Jue, the little princess of Qiankun Sword Sect, died in the battlefield of luck, it is impossible to count who did it based on Qin Xiuyuan's attainments in divination.

Coupled with the checks among the various forces, a default rule was finally formed.

That is the battle in the luck battlefield, and it must not involve sects, families and other forces.

On the surface, it seems that this is protecting the forces behind it, but in fact it is protecting the monk himself.

Once the forces behind it are involved, the impact will be extremely huge.

Among other things, as long as one side wins, the monks in the vortex of events must die.

Coupled with the isolation of all means of investigation, information transmission, causality, etc. in the luck battlefield, if you want to know the truth, you can only guess.

As long as the situation is limited, it is the best choice not to involve sects, families and other forces.

Because if it gets involved, those old things that are old sesame seeds and rotten millet will be messed up, and it will be troublesome to figure it out.

"Hehehe, I knew you would come, brother. After all, he is also the real son-in-law of Qiankun Jianzong. How could he be expelled from the sect because of a rebellious organization?"

Wang Yan winked and turned into a dog's leg in an instant.

Indeed, it was not a coincidence that Lu Chuan rushed to rescue him, but received a distress signal.

The identity tokens of all the disciples of Qiankun Jianzong have restrictions. When they are in crisis, they can send a distress signal to the surroundings.

Disciples within a certain range nearby can immediately go over to help when they receive it.

The same is true for the pile of tokens that the father-in-law Qin Xiuyuan gave to Lu Chuan, so Lu Chuan was able to come to rescue Wang Yan.

Lu Chuan's speed was very fast, and he arrived in less than half a cup of tea after receiving the signal.

After that, seeing Tai Sui's tragic death, the natural beast king wanted to kill Wang Yan.

"This natural beast king needs to be well educated."

Lu Chuan thought in his heart that unless they were raised from childhood, most of the spirit beasts were rebellious.

It is a very difficult task to completely enslave them.

But Lu Chuan didn't care, even Su Daji, a peak powerhouse who had been in the Dao period, couldn't break free. A mere fourth-level spirit beast wants to be free?

What an idiot!

"Where are we going now? Do we continue to practice? With the senior brother by his side, one of those Laoshizi hellish spirit beasts will die one by one, and two will die one pair. If it comes to a thousand or two thousand, just drop a ball and they will all die! "

Wang Yan was jumping up and down excitedly, and it can't be said that he lost his composure. He was suddenly rescued under great compassion and fear, and it was difficult for anyone to maintain his demeanor.

And Lu Chuan never cared about these trivial things, no one is perfect, as long as he doesn't touch his bottom line.

"Go to the Heavenly Palace!"

"Okay! Go to the Heavenly Palace!"

Wang Yanxiong was arrogant and full of confidence.

...

Time flies, and it is ten days in the blink of an eye.

Lu Chuan and Wang Yan killed an unknown number of monks and spirit beasts along the way, and the number of lucky draws has accumulated to fifty times.

"Is this the Heavenly Palace?"

The two came to the front of a huge and magnificent building, their faces full of surprise.

The city is 100 meters high and hundreds of thousands of meters long. It is not so much a city as a country surrounded by walls.

Compared with this place, the old capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty is just a doll under the feet of a giant, so insignificant that it doesn't even have the qualifications to compare.

This city can be said to be the number one city in Xutian World since ancient times. After all, it was established by the former superpower Wanjiemen.

Even if it is just for inheritance, it is still not comparable to ordinary forces.

However, it is just a city for inheritance, and it has been established with such a magnificent atmosphere. I really don't know what the ruins of the Wanjiemen will look like.

"Hehe, here comes another person. I don't know which state it is from? The five mainland states? Or the fourteen overseas continents?"

"He doesn't have the disgusting smell of the sea. He should be from the five continents! But it doesn't rule out that he used some kind of skill to disguise himself."

"Heaven, earth, human and dog have four doors. I don't know where he will go? Hee hee, judging by his cultivation, he probably won't even be able to enter the dog door!"

A series of voices came from not far away. Lu Chuan looked up and found that it was a few monks in the transformation stage.

That's right, it's a cultivator in the Transformation Stage!

As I said before, those who enter the battlefield of luck are the elites of various forces.

As an elite, in addition to combat power, the most important thing is cultivation.

More than 90% of the monks are at the ninth level of the Qi refining stage, and they are all the type who are about to break through.

As long as they are willing, most of them can directly break through.

Among them, there are also many monks who can't suppress their cultivation and have to face choices.

Either be excluded by the rules of the luck battlefield, or be imprisoned in the Heavenly Palace forever, and you will never be able to leave half a step for eternity, and there is no possibility of going any further.

For the strong, this is an insult.

Can't leave here, can't go further, can only die in this place forever and ever.

Except for the battle for luck that starts every hundred years, they can only face those old faces for nine hundred and ninety years.

And because there is no further relationship, acquaintances will die every century.

After a long time, the resentment, depression, fear, and anger in their hearts will be mixed together, and they will gradually become abnormal psychologically, becoming more and more abnormal.

He likes to watch others make a fool of himself, and he likes to torture low-level monks.

In fact, this is not to blame them, but to blame the sect behind it.

Each monk can only enter the Fortune Battlefield once in his life. A hundred years is neither long nor short, but there must be changes.

At this time, some monks are needed to give guidance to the people behind, and this is what is left behind.

They are expected, but also abandoned.

The entanglements in my heart piled up more and more, although they began to gradually become abnormal, but they were all the sins of the forces behind.