As Qin Yichen put aside the distracting thoughts in his heart, he finally became a ruthless machine.

The only thing left around was this sticky object that looked like mud. Apart from that, nothing else could be seen around it.

In such an absolutely closed space, Qin Yichen couldn't judge the time and didn't know where he was.

Once any emotion arises, it will affect the good luck that one has obtained from heaven for a day.

Strong luck means that you don’t need too much time to think.

This is very important to Qin Yichen.

Faced with the siege of so many people, especially when Tiandao said that the Temple of the Lord of Light could only hold on until dusk, Qin Yichen's heart was already in chaos.

At dusk, what exactly are they facing? Can I save them if I rush there?

All of this was unknown, so Qin Yichen had to find a way to avoid thinking and take advantage of this day to lead the Light Lord Temple out of danger.

But the things around me were too dark, and I felt like I was abandoned by the world.

Silence, no sound, and the images that kept repeating before my eyes.

All of this seemed to stir up the anger in Qin Yichen's heart.

At this moment, Qin Yichen suddenly stretched out his hand, and a ray of light flashed in front of him.

He felt the anger in his heart.

Qin Yichen, who had remained calm in his heart, suddenly felt a breath, as if it was about to rush out of his chest.

Qin Yichen took a long breath, followed the inexplicable feeling in his body, and punched his side forcefully.

Bang! After the first muffled sound, the fire in Qin Yichen's body seemed to have found an outlet, and kept appearing and spewing out.

Bang, bang! As the second and third punches appeared, Qin Yichen suddenly burst out shouting.

"unacceptable!"

Following Qin Yichen's low roar, a crack suddenly appeared where Qin Yichen's fist landed.

A faint radiance fell.

The moment the light appeared, the anger that suddenly arose in Qin Yichen's heart disappeared without a trace.

This is strong luck.

At the right time, the right thing happens, creating a suitable result.

The reason why Qin Yichen made the request for strong luck was precisely because he wanted to take this thing back to the Light Lord Temple and rely on his strong luck to bring some opportunities and hope to the Light Lord Temple.

As Qin Yichen's fist continued to hit, the light gradually fell, and Qin Yichen suddenly rushed out of the dark prison cage.

Looking up again, he saw Wucheng right above his head.

Several people were already surrounding Qin Yichen.

The first time Qin Yichen escaped from the dark prison cage, he ignored the people around him and instead looked up at the sky.

Sunset is not far away.

"Where are you going, little thief!"

"Don't think that you can escape from the dark prison cage!"

"There is an order from the Supreme Court. Anyone who kills all the masters will be rewarded with a place in the star field and his position will be promoted by three levels!"

Listening to the shouts of these people in his ears, Qin Yichen slowly let out a breath.

The Supreme Court really gave him face, and actually gave him a huge reward such as a three-level promotion in such an environment that has become stable.

However, it was also because of Qin Yichen's sudden burst of luck that he broke out of the dark prison cage in advance, and the Supreme Court had no time to dispatch other helpers.

The ones here are just some men from Wucheng who ambush in advance, and their strength is not much higher than Qin Yichen's.

After all, it's just a city, where can so many masters come from?

After looking around, Qin Yichen stretched out his hand, and golden ripples appeared again behind him.

"I didn't expect that at this time, it would be more appropriate to use this method."

Circles of golden ripples were rippling. In Qin Yichen's eyes, this was the death talisman.

But these immortal cultivators present did not know.

Seeing that Qin Yichen did not run away, but instead put on a posture of fighting them to the death, everyone immediately swarmed forward.

"kill him!"

...In the dark prison cage, Cangzhou Sword Emperor flew out all the way. Under Mo Zhu's blockage, Cangzhou Sword Emperor's body had suffered heavy injuries.

Although the bodies of sword cultivators are stronger than ordinary mortals, this is only compared to ordinary mortals. They only temper their physical bodies, but do not use the rules of the world and the power of faith to give them a brand new body.

In front of other strong men, the sword cultivator's physical strength is actually the lowest.

Cangzhou Sword Emperor's body suddenly stopped.

After all, the kendo ancestor couldn't bear to watch the Cangzhou Sword Emperor fall, so Zhenyuan Sword stopped the Cangzhou Sword Emperor's body.

"What are you doing?"

The ancestor of swordsmanship let out a long sigh, and took the initiative to reach out, wanting to lead the Cangzhou Sword Emperor out of this dark prison.

Just when his palm was about to touch, Cangzhou Sword King suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the kendo ancestor.

His eyes were red with a strange brilliance.

"Old Patriarch of Kendo, we have never known each other before we started fighting. Haven't you always wanted to have a showdown with me? I'm here today to help you fulfill your wish."

"Don't worry, the Lord of Light has left the Dark Prison. You don't have to do anything annoying if you fight me here."

"That's it. This is how my life ends."

After saying that, Cangzhou Sword Emperor raised his head and looked at the countless ink pillars, which were spreading out at a slow speed.

He can be sure that he has really completed the task this time.

However, his body no longer allows him to be arrogant.

The swordsman ancestor felt anxious in his heart, and quickly grabbed the Cangzhou Sword Emperor, and penetrated his consciousness into the Cangzhou Sword Emperor's body.

What you can see are countless scars and dislocated bodies.

In the space vortex, everything will be distorted. The sword realm in Cangzhou Sword Emperor's body is incomplete and cannot help him resist the power of space distortion.

It's already a miracle that I can persist until now.

The kendo ancestor quickly came to the Cangzhou Sword Emperor and grabbed his hand.

"No, you come with me. Although your injury is very serious, the Supreme Court has a cure. Just believe me once!"

Cangzhou Sword Emperor smiled helplessly.

"Do you think those old guys in the Supreme Court will let me live?

The reason they let you live is because you were loyal to them from the beginning, that's all."

"But I'm different. They won't let me live."

As he spoke, Cangzhou Sword Emperor coughed out a mouthful of blood, and his eyes gradually became distracted.

"I don't have much time left. I just want to fulfill my unfinished wish back then."

"You didn't take the initiative to attack in that confrontation, and I didn't go all out either."

The Cangzhou Sword Emperor pushed away the kendo ancestor, and the broken sword blades appeared beside him one by one.
Chapter completed!