Just when everyone seemed to have lost hope and was bright, only Fang Qingshan was calm.

This is not because he is pretending, but because as the lord of Lingxiao Town, he has an inseparable connection with the Spirit of Luck and the Heavenly Pool of Luck.

Although judging from the current situation, it seems that the spirit of luck has been extinguished.

If this happens, first of all, as the master of luck, he will be counterattacked, and then, the gathered luck will begin to dissipate, and the heavenly pool of luck will collapse.

But none of these situations have arisen.

And as long as luck does not die, the spirit of luck does not die.

Even if the Spirit of Luck is blown into ashes in an instant, it can be reborn with a drop of blood, and even if there is a little left, it can be recovered in an instant with sufficient luck.

Of course, there is no shortage of smart people in Lingxiao Town, similar to Fang Xuanling and others, it was only difficult to accept this fact for a while at first, but when they came back to their senses, they immediately found that something was wrong, and saw that Fang Qingshan was still as steady as Mount Tai, and he couldn't move from thunder, and suddenly a hope rose in his heart, and his eyes were blazing looking at the void.

Sure enough, it didn't disappoint everyone.

Not long after, a change occurred suddenly.

Recite!

A dragon groan suddenly sounded.

At the beginning, the sound was like a mosquito, and gradually, the voice was raised, like a sharp sword out of its sheath, and after a while, the dragon chanted Daze, resounding through the sky.

Then, everyone only felt that a golden light suddenly flashed in front of them, and then they saw that among the black clouds, a drop of golden blood was shining, exuding a scorching, grandiose, majestic, and majestic atmosphere.

In the dark, a milky white mysterious power descended from the sky, penetrating the sky and the earth, enveloping the drop of blood. A stream of mystical power is constantly integrated into it.

This power is the power of luck in Ling Xiao Town.

Of course, it is not only the power of luck, but also the power of creation that is rewarded by the Heavenly Dao after surviving the thunder tribulation.

With these two forces infused into it, it's time to witness the miracle.

Phoenix Nirvana, reborn from the ashes!

This drop of dragon blood is like a seed, watered by luck and the power of the Heavenly Dao, and re-conceived.

Transformed into a golden carp and transformed into a fish dragon. It's like re-walking the road of life.

In the end, the ichthyosaur metamorphosed again, transformed into a large golden python, and the golden scales on its body emitted bursts of streamers. In particular, a small golden horn on the forehead adds three points of majesty and three points of power.

Golden Dragon Snake!

Although it is still a snake, it already has the appearance of a Jiao.

Wow!

Seeing this scene, hearing the flying dragon in the sky and the dragon chanting in the sky, Lingxiao Town was silent at first, and then, a burst of earth-shaking cheers resounded in the sky.

The crowd wept with joy, singing and dancing.

The promotion of the Spirit of Luck means that Ling Xiao Town has taken another step forward, and they will get better and better.

The dragon soared all over the world, the body grew larger, the Tianchi widened, reaching nine nine hundred and eighty-one zhang, and the milky white luck began to redden little by little.

Everything is starting to work for the better.

Just as everyone was cheering, Fang Qingshan's face became a little solemn.

Because he knew that Ling Xiao Town's promotion to Ling Xiao City, the Spirit of Luck to survive the Thunder Tribulation was only one aspect, and the greater test below was coming.

"Lord, what's wrong?"

Zhang Ren and the others, who were standing beside Fang Qingshan, obviously felt the solemn aura emanating from Fang Qingshan's body, and everyone couldn't help but look at each other.

Fang Qingshan didn't speak, but pointed to the top of his head.

But seeing that the calamity clouds had dispersed, the black qi of the calamity, which was invisible to the naked eye, still emerged, and it was accumulating thicker and thicker. It reveals a sense of foreboding and depression.

"What's going on?"

Feeling this scene, everyone's hearts couldn't help but rise again.

"Could it be that like last time, the calamity of the Spirit of Luck is only a part, and there is even greater danger in the future?"

Fang Xuanling's complexion changed.

As soon as the words fell, everyone seemed to sense that a strong crisis was coming. I couldn't help but feel restless and uneasy.

"Don't be impatient, the soldiers will block the water and cover the earth, there is nothing to worry about. ”

Fang Qingshan was lightly comforted.

Hearing Fang Qingshan's words, Fang Xuanling and the others settled down a little.

At the same time, there was a wave of shame. Every major event has a quiet atmosphere, the thunder rises from the side without being frightened, Mount Tai collapses in front and does not move, and they still don't do enough to cultivate themselves!

The cheering crowd seemed to feel the solemnity of several leaders, and for a while, their voices slowly weakened, and an invisible aura of slaughter was spreading.

Lingxiao Town, in the void.

Wisps of black qi could not be seen, and suddenly turned into one large and nine small, a total of ten light clusters, of which nine small clusters shot out, turning into nine pitch-black gates, together with the unknown and unfathomable void in the underworld.

As for the largest black gas, it turned into a pitch-black whirlpool, like a black hole, like a ruin, as if connecting the darkest side of heaven and earth, where there is no light, night is the norm, and darkness is the main color.

Thundered!!

First, the nine portals that resembled the gates of gods and demons suddenly rioted.

The sound of killing sounded, horns, golden drums, battle flags, and iron hooves.

There was also a shout, a roar.

Then, I saw countless skeletons and undead walking out of the portal in groups, and then the tide swept towards Lingxiao Town, dense and overwhelming.

"Archer, bed crossbow, shoot me!

With the experience of the last village promotion to town, everyone in Lingxiao Town did not panic.

The order was forbidden, and under Zhang Ren's order, he directly gave the most fierce counterattack.

Dangdangdang!!

Knock knock knock!!

Whoosh!!

The evening drum and morning bell ring, the archers, the bed crossbows, the thunderbolts are frightened.

Bang bang bang!!

For a while, these monsters that had just emerged couldn't help but be devastated.

Under the attack of the evening drum and morning bell, as well as the bow and arrow, and the bed crossbow, it exploded directly and exploded into a blood mist.

The dense rain of arrows was like harvesting straw, completely killing countless enemy troops, nailing them to the ground, and staining the earth red with blood.

Although these undead, skeletons, and puppets still did not know how to go forward without fear, they were still vigorously restrained by the attack of the army of Lingxiao Town.

However, for all this, neither Fang Qingshan, nor Fang Xuanling and the others cared too much.

Everyone turned their attention to the vortex that was even bigger than the portal.

From there, they felt a great terror, and a strong sense of death welled up in their hearts for no reason.

didn't make them wait long, in the whirlpool, a cold voice came out,

"The eternal race, as an indigenous person, tried to turn over against the sky, the crime cannot be punished, today, I sentence you to destruction!"

As soon as the words fell, I saw a fishhook emerge from the whirlpool without warning, this hook looked small and delicate, and the hook was connected by a transparent fishing line.