I Studied Beheading in a Mental Institution.

You know, this is not a material world, but a nihilistic world composed of luck. In the long river of luck, there is no other thing except luck itself. Even Amon can only incarnate Only by good luck can we continue to erode Daxia's national fortune.

But now, he saw with his own eyes, six human figures walking slowly from the long river of luck.

The weirdest thing is that they all dress very differently.

One is wearing a Chinese tunic suit and combing back hair, as if it came from the period of the Republic of China, with a calm temperament like a mountain;

One is a court woman's attire of the Ming Dynasty, wearing a dark blue jacket and skirt, wearing a hairpin, gentle and virtuous;

A trendy young man in 80s flared trousers, a flowered shirt, and toad sunglasses, as if he just got out of a ballroom;

There are also two figures, wearing modern sweaters and shirts, but if you look carefully, you can still find the difference in age.The girl's sweater is made of lamb velvet, and the shoes on her feet are small white shoes, which seem to be the product of the past two years; while the boy is wearing a white shirt, black leggings, and a bulky headset hanging around his neck. This headset has been completely discontinued as early as 15 years ago;

Finally, the figure in the center, he is wearing a dilapidated ancient armor with large dark red blood stains on it, holding a spear in his palm, which is also bloody and ferocious, like a man who just came from the battlefield the general.

But his appearance is unusually young, he is only about 24 or [-] years old, his eyes are sharp like swords, and his murderous aura is fierce.

These six people who belong to different eras stand together, giving people an inexplicable visual impact, amidst the twists and turns, there is even a strange harmony...

They stepped on the endless river of luck and walked slowly towards Amon, the black giant.

Amon stared at the six people closely, his eyes full of puzzlement.

They... seem to be the same as themselves, they are all existences who have no body and are transformed into luck.

But who are they?Why is it hidden in the national fortune of Daxia?

"You, are you the one Ye Fan said, the one who disturbed my Great Xia's national fortune?"

Among the six people, the young general at the head spoke slowly, his cold eyes fixed on Amon's eyes, even though the aura emanating from the other party was powerful and terrifying, there was still no trace of fear on his face.

"How is it possible? How can human beings exist in luck?" Amon frowned.

"Is it weird?" The trendy young man in a flowered shirt and flared trousers pushed the toad sunglasses and smiled slightly, "Because we are part of the luck of Great Xia."

Part of luck?

Amon frowned even tighter. Even though he understood the sentence, he still couldn't understand it...

How can human beings become a part of luck?

His eyes swept over everyone, as if trying to understand something, he asked in surprise, "Are you the souls of dead human beings?"

"To be precise, we are heroic spirits." The middle-aged man in a Chinese tunic said in a low voice, "Heroic spirits who once existed in the history of Great Xia, due to various factors, finally fell asleep in the torrent of national destiny... the human ceiling."

Amon's eyes narrowed slightly.

The human ceiling should be just the same level of existence as the human with the sword. Here, there are actually six?

"No, human souls can't withstand such a powerful impact of the national destiny. Even if you are stronger than others, it is impossible to persist for such a long time, let alone sleep in it." Amon shook his head.

"It's really not enough to rely on the soul alone..." the young general in charge said slowly.

He stretched out his hand, and lightly grasped the source of the torrent of national destiny, a phantom flew from nothingness, made a piercing explosion, and finally inserted into the ground in front of him!

It was a broken spear with only half of it left, but blood-stained and murderous.

"However, if you are in the realm of self-collapse, refine your bones and blood into vessels, and fuse them into soldiers, you can create a vessel for your soul, hold your spirit inside, and store it in the torrent of national destiny. If you fuse yourself with luck, you can turn into a heroic spirit. Ten thousand generations will guard my great Xia national fortune."

His voice was calm, but sonorous and powerful, and his eyes full of determination were like shining stars, dazzling and dazzling.

At the same time, the other five people also stretched out their hands to move towards the end of the long river of luck, and five completely different broken weapons flew in front of them, buzzing.

Halberd, spear, stick, fan, whip.

Before they were alive, these weapons were comrades who accompanied them in bloody battles and rose all the way; after death, these weapons were the gods of luck who carried their flesh and soul and guarded the fate of the Great Xia.

Amon frowned, "Since the collapse of the realm, refining bone blood into the weapon? Is the human ceiling in your Great Xia so crazy?"

"You are wrong." The woman in Ming Dynasty court attire said calmly, "Apart from being the ceiling of human beings, we all have another identity..."

At the edge of the six people, the woman in a lambswool sweater stared at Amon and said calmly:

"I am the fourth commander-in-chief of the Great Xia Night Watch, the human ceiling, Wang Qing."

Beside her, a handsome boy in a white shirt and with bulky earphones around his neck, holding a broken Fang Tian painting halberd, said slowly:

"The third commander-in-chief of the Great Xia Night Watch, the human ceiling, Tang Yusheng."

Immediately afterwards, the trendy man in a floral shirt and flared trousers smiled softly, "The second commander-in-chief of the Great Xia Night Watchmen, the human ceiling, Li Kengqiang."

"The first commander-in-chief of the Great Xia Night Watch, and the predecessor of the Night Watch, and the leader of the 139 Special Biological Response Team, the human ceiling, Nie Jinshan." The middle-aged man in a tunic said in a low voice.

The woman in the palace costume of the Ming Dynasty said lightly: "The predecessor of the 139 Special Biological Response Team, the second-generation head of the Zhenxie Division, the human ceiling, Gongyang Wan."

In the center of the six, the young general holding a broken spear, said slowly:

"The first head of Xia Zhenxie Division, the first ceiling, general of the Han Dynasty, Jing Huanhou... Huo Qubing."

After the voices of the six people fell, an unprecedented aura erupted around them, and the endless torrent of national fortune suddenly rolled up. Behind them, a golden dragon condensed from luck slowly crawled out of the torrent. rise.

This giant dragon is invisible and matterless, like misty clouds, flying among the mountains. evil.

The thick and magnificent prosperity of the country, which has been deposited for thousands of years, finally emerged between the heaven and the earth, revealing a terrifying corner.

At its feet, behind the six broken divine weapons, stood six humans from different eras.

They are the guards of the national destiny.

They are the first special squad with the longest history.

Their names are [Heroic Spirits].

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 for 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 Jingshan, who was wearing a Chinese tunic suit, 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? Woolen cloth?"

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 Jingshan, 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.