Chapter 573
"Even if you were very powerful in your lifetime, but now you are just remnants of weapons, the six of you working together cannot be my opponent." Amon shook his head.
"We may not be able to do it with our own strength alone."
Holding the broken spear in his hand, Huo Qubing said calmly, "But...behind us now is the national destiny accumulated over thousands of years in Great Xia!"
After his words fell, the Luck Golden Dragon hovering in the air opened its mouth and roared silently.
The wind has not moved, the leaves have not moved, and the sand has not moved.
But the Mengmeng national destiny shrouded in the sky, like a boiling ocean, violently rolled up, and the black curse that had already eaten away several dragon veins, like embers attached to the ground, was directly swept up by this roar. Shock scattered in the air.
With just a roar, the curse of national destiny that Amon had painstakingly prepared completely dissipated without a trace.
Standing among the mountains, Amon's expression suddenly changed!
He never imagined that this vast torrent of luck, which is as vast as the sea, actually has its own consciousness, and the power of luck seems to be endless, stretching and long.
His power of a single god, compared with the great fortune of the Great Xia, is like a firefly and a bright moon, a mayfly and a big tree... humble and ridiculous.
Feeling the oncoming oppression, Amon's originally cold and huge body of black air was shaken away by most of it in an instant, disappeared from the mountains, and transformed back to its original size, with an extremely gloomy face.
Such a strong national fortune... is simply not something he can deal with!
After hesitating for a moment, he raised the black scepter in his hand, and the remaining power of the curse flowed back to his body, turning into a black glow covering the top of the scepter.
Immediately afterwards, he waved his scepter, and in the void in front of him, a black portal of luck emerged.
He glanced at the golden dragon of luck above his head, and there was a look of unwillingness in his eyes, but he still took a step forward, and his illusory figure turned into a cloud of black air, which poured into the portal of luck completely.
Now Amon has completely transformed himself into the curse of the national destiny, which is another form of luck, so he can instantly let himself leave the territory of Daxia through the linkage between himself and the Egyptian national destiny.
Luck itself is an existence beyond time and space.
Although he sacrificed Seth, he still failed to take away Fengdu, and he also failed to curse Daxia's national fortune, but in the current situation, even if he stayed here, he would just die. Daxia's national fortune was not something he could shake, so his only The only choice... is to escape.
Witnessing Amon's departure with their own eyes, the six members of the [Heroic Spirit] team seemed to have no intention of stopping him.
"As expected, he fled back to Egypt." Tang Yusheng, the third commander in chief of the night watchmen, said with squinted eyes, holding Fang Tian's painted halberd in his hand.
"Let him escape." Nie Jinshan, who was wearing a Chinese tunic, said lightly. He stared at the black portal of luck that was still suspended in the air, with a dangerous light in his eyes, "He won't go back... how can someone take us to Egypt? ?”
After Amon left, the black portal of luck shrank rapidly and was about to be annihilated in the air.
At this moment, Gongyang Wan, who was wearing court attire, made a sudden move, and a vermilion light gushed out from her palm, firmly supporting the door that was about to close, and controlling it at the height of one person.
Huo Qubing stretched out his palm, and lightly shook the golden dragon of luck in the sky.
"Fengtian, Chengyun."
Ho ho ho ho -! !
In the sky, the Golden Dragon of National Luck opened its mouth and roared silently. Although the sound was inaudible to all living beings, the six of them were bodies of luck, so they could clearly hear the roar...
The roar from the Great Xia National Games!
The Golden Dragon of National Luck turned into a dazzling golden light and poured into the six broken divine weapons inserted into the ground. The pale golden light flowed on the surface of the divine weapons, and the six figures standing behind the divine weapons became more and more condensed. Reality.
Huo Qubing held a spear in his hand, and his armor exuded a bloody light. His eyes were slightly narrowed, and a murderous intent surged into the sky.
"Egyptian gods, offend me Daxia, since they want to use means to destroy my country's fate...
Then I wait, naturally we can't stop there.
Gentlemen,
Please come with me,
Go to the door, cut luck! "
He took the lead, turned into a golden glow, crashed into the black door of luck in an instant, and disappeared on the spot.
"That guy's temper is really anxious..." Wang Qing, the fourth commander in chief of the night watchman, smiled helplessly.
"He has always been like this." Gong Yangwan, a court lady, replied.
"Let's go." Li Kengqiang, who was wearing a floral shirt, shrugged his shoulders, "Big brother is going to Egypt to cause trouble, we juniors, we have to support him, right?"
Nie Jinshan, who was wearing a Chinese tunic suit, patted the corners of his clothes, straightened his cuffs and collar, and walked towards the black door expressionlessly holding a long black stick.
"Anyone who offends me will be punished no matter how far away!" His cold voice came faintly.
Several other members held their own magical weapons, and also took steps, followed by walking into the black luck portal.
...
Egypt.
Sun City.
A black portal of luck opened between the suspended sun giant city, and a cloud of hazy black air emerged from it, transforming into a human form.
The power of the curse around him receded slowly, revealing his original figure, and he looked at the Heaven-reaching Divine Pillar standing in the center of Sun City, with a look of helplessness in his eyes.
He moved directly back to Sun City through the Gate of Destiny, and he should be the one who came back first among all the people, but their mission was not completed, and they also caught up with the god of yellow sand, Set, which can be said to be utter failure...
He had no choice but to bite the bullet and bear the wrath of the Sun God.
As soon as Amon took a few steps, he was taken aback for a moment, and turned back to look at the black luck portal in doubt, with a puzzled look in his eyes...
Why is this door not closed?
I saw this black portal of luck quietly suspended in the center of the square outside the Nine Pillars Temple, with the faint light flowing inside, as if something was about to come out of it.
Amon seemed to have thought of a certain possibility, and his whole body froze in place.
impossible……
They are just a few human beings turned into luck...
how could they,
How dare?
Various thoughts flashed through Amon's mind, and at this moment, a young general in mottled armor walked out slowly from the black portal with a broken spear in his hand.
Hum——! ! !
A thunderous explosion suddenly reverberated in the air, and the entire Egyptian luck was suddenly shaken!
It was as if a piece of granite weighing several tons was dropped in a tranquil pond, and the turbulent air ripples rippling rapidly over Egypt, the gods living in Sun City raised their heads to look at this place at the same time !
clang--!
Huo Qubing pierced the broken spear in his hand into the ground, surging golden luck rolled around his body, vaguely, as if a golden dragon was roaring towards the sky!
"This general, Huo Qubing, inherited the fate of the Great Xia, and came to the door to inquire about his crimes."
