Immortal Palace

Chapter 3527 of Changsheng Tianque: Great Harvest

boom!

In the waiting eyes of all the monks, as a roaring sound sounded, majestic power erupted from Ling Chujiu's palm, falling directly on the luck dragon head.

Immediately afterwards, he saw the luck dragon head falling into pieces under the majestic power.

"There is a familiar feeling, but also a bit disgusting..."

Ling Chujiu watched as the luck faucet exploded and turned into scattered luck, scattering around, and an inexplicable sound came from his mouth.

Later, everyone discovered that when the luck dispersed, Ling Chujiu's figure also disappeared among the stars.

All the monks present looked dumbfounded when they saw this situation...

"He...what did he do? Directly smashed the luck faucet? Didn't he intend to occupy it?"

"Even if he doesn't want it, so many of us still want it. There's no need to smash it directly, right? What's going on?

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"Listening to the voice just now, it seems that the senior is a little disgusted with luck. Did I hear it wrong?"

"Whether you heard it correctly or not, grab it!"

...

As Ling Chujiu's figure disappeared, most of the monks present recovered from the shock and rushed directly towards the scattered luck, which was similar to the previous situation when the dragon body was split.

Many monks were doubtful. From what Ling Chujiu murmured to himself, it could be seen that he had no intention of competing for the golden dragon head of luck, and he was also a little disgusted, so he smashed the golden dragon head of luck...

Many monks feel a little pity...

If you don’t want it, you can give it to me! There are so many monks present, and many of them are pursuing the golden dragon head of great luck in the world. If they can get it, not only will their future cultivation be smooth sailing, but their own status will also rise.

However, it is no longer a pity. The luck of the Golden Dragon of Great Luck has been overflowing. The most important thing to do now is to snatch the luck.

Rest, rest...

The sound of breaking through the sky continued to sound, and all the monks who had entered the Dao realm, whether they were in the early stages of entering the Dao or at the peak of the Dao, were involved in the struggle for luck, even Wang Changsheng was no exception.

Ling Chujiu made fierce moves, and his luck continued to overflow, turning into thousands of luck. How much luck he could grab depended on his own strength.

In just a few breaths, dozens of strands of luck were snatched from Wang Changsheng's hands. Each strand of luck was more intense than the one he had snatched from the hands of the casual cultivator before.

Mainly thanks to Huang Quan!

After other monks snatched the luck, they still had to worry about the luck in their hands being snatched by other strong men. But Wang Changsheng was different. All the luck he snatched was directly thrown into the underworld. Other monks wanted to snatch the luck from Wang Changsheng. Luck, unless you can withstand the power of the underworld.

With the cultivation level of Taoist realm, who can resist the power of Huangquan?

With the power of Huangquan and the foundation brought by the longevity skill, he is invincible in this battlefield.

There were also many monks who found that Wang Changsheng had robbed a lot of luck. However, feeling the power of the underworld, no monk dared to take action against Wang Changsheng and could only complain in their hearts.

"Cheating, this is simply cheating. He has the underworld in his hands, how can we possibly defeat him?"

"This is strength, not cheating. It's better to take care of yourself. Don't let other strong people snatch your luck just after you get it..."

"Obviously I was the one who grabbed that luck. He blocked the road with his underworld and directly forced me away to steal the luck..."

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After many monks complained, they had no choice but to snatch other luck, mainly because Wang Changsheng's method of snatching it was too shocking.

People have not yet touched their luck, so they directly wrap it up with the underworld. The other monks can only be blocked from the underworld and watch Wang Changsheng easily occupy the luck and pocket it.

When all the luck scattered around was snatched by the monks, strong men immediately pounced on other monks and snatched the luck from other monks.

Only those who have reached the pinnacle of Taoism can protect their luck from being robbed.

Wang Changsheng was powerful, but he did not snatch the luck from other monks, because he had enough luck, and if he took more, he might be besieged.

After Ling Chujiu smashed the luck faucet, it turned into thousands of strands of luck. There were thousands of Taoist masters present. If they were evenly distributed, each monk could only grab two or three strands of luck. That’s all.

And being able to monopolize hundreds of strands of luck by yourself is already a huge gain.

Moreover, the luck at the leading position is even richer, and the hundreds of strands of luck harvested now are even higher than those harvested by some supreme sects.

After reviewing his harvest, he looked towards the battlefield.

Because of the fight for luck, the battlefield has become even more chaotic. It is no longer a confrontation between two sides, but a single force forming a camp and constantly fighting for it.

There were even some powerful monks who took the lead and kept charging, just to grab more luck.

"Except for forces like Wuwushan and Zhanmeng, the remaining forces have not gained as much as me..." Wang Changsheng said in his heart.

Wushan Mountain and Zhanmeng have gained the most, because these two forces have the most powerful people in the Taoist realm. Even if each monk in the Taoist realm only grabs one piece of luck, there are hundreds of them in total.

However, forces like Endless Mountain and Zhanmeng, even if they grab more luck, will hand it over instead of keeping it all to themselves.

As for Huangquanhai...

The situation of Huang Quan Hai is similar to that of Jiutian Realm. They are both composed of many small forces. At this time, there is no concept of Huang Quan Hai and they all work independently.

Even many powerful people from Huangquan Sea launched attacks on other forces in Huangquan Sea.

"Fat man, he has gained a lot, and he is brave enough..."

Seeing that on the battlefield on the other side, Fatty was carrying the incomplete Taotie dharma body, opening and closing, and grabbing dozens of rays of luck, Wang Changsheng had to admire Fatty's courage.

After swallowing a few mouthfuls of the White Moon Holy Land, Hairise Mingyue also grabbed the dragon bodies of many great luck golden dragons. Once such a huge harvest appears, they will definitely be besieged.

I originally thought that Fatty would choose to leave quietly, but unexpectedly, he rushed out again at this time...

He didn't even think about helping Fatty. With Fatty's current strength and the Taotie Dharma Body he was carrying, if he really wanted to leave, no one present would be able to stop him.

"Old Wang, you have gained a lot. I see you have hundreds of strands of luck..."

While Wang Changsheng was still watching the situation on the battlefield, Li Fusheng's figure appeared outside the underworld, looking at him with a half-smiling expression.