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Chapter 126 Win

The man was caught in the palm of a big black hand.

At this moment, Lu Chuan's head suddenly woke up. He stopped hitting the transparent barrier and turned to kill the man.

Just when the man was about to enter the long river of death, Lu Chuan's sword had already arrived.

The man was so frightened that he almost peed himself. He actually burned his life essence and raised a shield.

However, Lu Chuan's goal was not to kill him at all, but the golden dragon mark on his right hand.

A blazing red light flashed, and the sword energy split the runes on the big black hand, and then separated the man's right hand from his body.

The man no longer cared about the golden dragon of luck. In the midst of shouting at the sky and the earth, he finally entered the long river of death.

Immediately, the long river began to become illusory, and finally disappeared into this twisted space.

"Wow~ It's so cool!"

Lu Chuan also released the ghost path. After the violent vent just now, he felt relaxed and happy.

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"Little Master doesn't know how to kill Xing Xing, so he'll kill us too, or we'd better go further away!"

The group of people watching the excitement from a distance felt uneasy when they saw Lu Chuan's crazy look before.

"Don't worry, Kidou is just for him to vent. Once he's done venting, he will automatically return to normal."

Old God Afu was calm and unhurried, but he had a small calculation in his mind.

"After venting this time, I won't get sick in the next few months, and my temper will be much gentler. I have to find an opportunity to lick it a few times."

Seeing Ah Fu's perverted smile, everyone couldn't help but shudder and took a few steps back in unison.

"Your grandma, what bad idea are you planning?" Lu Chuan suddenly appeared and kicked Ah Fu away.

"Bitch..." Ah Fu's furious voice came from afar.

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During this trip to the dojo, Lu Chuan could be said to have achieved a great victory.

The eight golden dragons of luck were in his hands, and with the one in Ye Gucheng's hands, nine golden dragons were alive.

"Silly Roe Deer, give me your hand back, and take the Luck Golden Dragon back to the clan with you!"

After dawn, Lu Chuan began to divide the golden dragons of luck.

Lu Chuan only needs five in total, and any more can be distributed to others.

The ability of the Luck Golden Dragon is not only an opportunity to become an emperor, but also related to the rise and fall of the race.

If there is a lucky golden dragon in a race, then this race will definitely have a lucky person who will lead the tribe to prosperity.

"Hehehe..." Xiao Lingling took her severed hand and giggled happily.

With this golden dragon of luck, the Spiritual Tribe can grow stronger in the future and no longer have to live the same fearful life as before.

Everyone looked at Lu Chuan with admiration in their eyes.

How courageous it is to be able to take out the lucky golden dragon!

"Just keep yours, and I'll give you one more!" Lu Chuan looked at Ye Gucheng.

Ye Gucheng quickly shook his head and refused, "Little Master, one thing from the human race is actually enough."

"Ah, is this too much?" Lu Chuan was a little confused.

"The human race is special." Zhou Yu explained with a smile, "The base of the human race is too large. Even if there is no lucky golden dragon, lucky ones will be born after a while."

"In addition, the human race does not have the cohesion as imagined, and there are many and mixed beliefs. It is impossible to concentrate on worshiping the golden dragon. Giving us one more is a waste."

Lu Chuan nodded. If this is the case, then the two extra golden dragons of luck can be given to the Sea Clan and the Beast Clan, one each.

Both Ben Ba and Tiger God have great love, and their people should not be any worse.

"All the clan leaders of their two clans died in the battle, and there may be great chaos in the clan. If there is a lucky golden dragon, this problem should be solved easily."

Lu Chuan expressed this idea.

After all, he is also a human race. If the golden dragon is given to other races and the human race is weakened, it will be a big mistake.

"It doesn't matter, the Beast Clan lives in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, and the Sea Clan is in the sea, and we have always been on the same page." Zhou Yu nodded and continued.

"What Brother Zhou said is absolutely true!" Zhuge Ming took over, "Even if there are people with great luck in the two races, they cannot threaten our human race."

"Yeah!" Lu Chuan nodded, "This is best."

After the things were divided, all we had to do was wait for the Shura Field to close.

Everyone began to discuss the big black hand just now.

That dark feeling of despair still scares everyone to this day.

It's just everyone's speculation, which is limited to their own vision. Chatting back and forth, there is no result.

Ah Fu, on the other hand, called Lu Chuan aside during the discussion.

"The man just now and the owner of that big hand are all remnants of other eras and do not belong to this spiritual age!"

"The owner of that big hand is called Crimson Demon Seat, and he is a great emperor left over from the Chitian era.

This old turtle has been sleeping in the long river of time for a long time. In a blank time node, this time he appears, probably to fight for the inheritance of the emperor for his little turtle. "

Ah Fu did not hesitate, and went directly to the topic in a cautious tone.

"?" Lu Chuan asked, "The spiritual energy era has lasted for hundreds of millions of years. What's the matter, can any old turtle survive for such a long time?"

"Hey~" Ah Fu sneered, shaking his big tongue: "You have long hair but short knowledge. You use a special method to enter a deep sleep state. Let alone hundreds of millions of years, you can live to the end of the world without any problem."

"Grandma, if you don't just be an old turtle, why would you jump out at this time?" Lu Chuan couldn't help but rolled his eyes.

Ah Fu rolled his eyes helplessly.

"There is turmoil in the spiritual energy era, and it is estimated that it is time to change the big era. Where is this? There will only be more and more old turtles in the world in the future."

"These old guys probably all want to make a fortune in the great changes of the times. Some of them are even ambitious and may want to become the path of the entire era."

"I'll kill one of the remnants of the previous dynasty, bah!" Lu Chuan spat fiercely.

"Hehehehe... don't worry, the next great era belongs to you alone, no one can get a share of the pie." Ah Fu waved his big tongue proudly.

"What a pity!" In the end, it was only a few tenths of an inch away from licking Lu Chuan's little face, and he could only lament in his heart.

Lu Chuan didn't notice Ah Fu's little movement, but suddenly remembered something again and asked.

"Hey, I heard that old turtle's tone just now, as if he knew me. What's going on? And what's going on with the long river of time? There is such a long river in my memory."

Ah Fu rolled his eyes angrily.

"What else could happen? When you went crazy, you took a stroll in the River of Time. You almost rewrote history and caused the River of Time to backlash. You were the same old turtle you met at that time."

"Oh, I have no impression at all!" Lu Chuan tapped his forehead.

Ah Fu sighed, "Otherwise, what do you think? Your memory will be sealed."

"Is this why my memory is sealed?" Lu Chuan was a little doubtful.

"Nonsense, otherwise?" Ah Fu roared fiercely.

"Why are you so loud?" Lu Chuan slapped Ah Fu on the face.

Seeing that Lu Chuan no longer pursued the issue of memory sealing, Ah Fu breathed a sigh of relief.