Conferred Gods: Poor Taoist Xiao Sheng, casual cultivators also have human rights

Chapter 71: Cut off the spear and destroy Huang Long’s luck!
"Want to run?" Xiao Sheng's eyes flashed with cold light, and he instantly displayed his great magical power "Golden Light on the Earth", turning into a golden stream of light and rushing out, chasing after Huang Long.

"Ancestral Dragon's blood, blood escape talisman!"

Huang Long looked back and saw Xiao Sheng chasing him closely. A ruthless look flashed in his eyes. He took out a talisman that was shining with blood and slammed it heavily on his chest.

This is a life-saving talisman passed down secretly by the Chan sect. Once activated, it will burn one's own blood and essence, transforming into a terrifying energy, greatly increasing one's own speed and helping one escape from danger.

Now the blood of the Ancestral Dragon is flowing in Huang Long's body, and the power of his qi and blood is extremely fierce. In this state, when he activates the Blood Escape Talisman, his speed will be even more astonishing!
Of course, the price to pay for this would be extremely heavy, and it might cause irreparable damage to one's own foundation, causing one's cultivation to stagnate in the future. However, Huang Long had no time to take care of these at the moment.

boom!
In an instant, the yellow dragon turned into a blazing blood rainbow, like an arrow breaking through the air, piercing straight through the sky and earth. Its speed was so fast that it even surpassed the golden light controlled by Xiao Sheng, and it was about to escape from here!

Xiao Sheng had not expected Huang Long to be so difficult to deal with. Even after fighting to such a critical situation, he could still find a chance to escape.

He wanted to continue chasing, but suddenly he had an idea and turned his wrist. A divine spear appeared in his hand and a sneer appeared at the corner of his lips.

"Let's see how powerful this Zhanyun Divine Spear is."

The Zhan Luck Divine Spear can cut off the enemy's life and destiny, and because it targets the invisible and intangible power of luck, it does not need to touch the opponent's body. It only needs to be performed within an appropriate range to be effective.

Xiao Sheng tightly gripped the magic spear and activated it with all his strength. In an instant, the magic spear burst out with a deafening light and stabbed forward. In an instant, thousands of spear shadows filled the sky.

Huang Long sensed the fierce murderous intent and his heart trembled. He tried to dodge hastily, but finally found that none of the thousands of gun shadows touched him.

He couldn't help but burst into laughter. It seemed that the human race had run out of tricks and could only rely on magic weapons to vent their anger that had nowhere to go.

However, amidst the laughter, Huang Long felt a vague sense of loss in his heart, but he was fleeing in a hurry at the moment and had no time to delve into it.

boom!
He turned into a blood rainbow and rushed towards the Kunlun Mountains like a madman. In just a moment, he disappeared from sight.

Xiao Sheng saw this but did not chase after him. The series of sharp spear thrusts just now must have reduced Huang Long's luck to negative values.

Even if they escape, it is only temporary. When disaster strikes, they will suffer.

After all, in this ancient world, negative luck is an extremely terrifying thing.

Xiao Sheng turned around and returned to the battle circle. With a slight wave of his hand, the Luobao Money and Nilin Sword that had fallen to the ground fell into his hands.

He examined the Ni Lin Sword and shook his head. Although this sword was an acquired spiritual treasure, its power was comparable to that of an innate top-grade sword. It was really good. However, for the second-generation disciples of the Chan Sect, such equipment was too shabby.

True Man Huanglong truly deserves the title of “True Man of Four Nothings”.

Afterwards, he used the power of the system to improve the quality of the Ni Lin Sword, and then put it into his pocket at will. He then met up with the Five-Colored Divine Bird and continued on his journey to find opportunities.

On the other side, Huang Long took a break after escaping, and when he saw that Xiao Sheng did not chase him, he breathed a sigh of relief, slowed down, and landed on the ground.

As soon as he landed on the ground, his steps became unsteady and he nearly fell down. The activation of the Blood Escape Talisman almost exhausted most of the blood and energy in his body. At this moment, he was extremely weak and even his foundation was damaged.

"Damn human beings, I will grind them to ashes!"

Ever since joining the Chan sect, Huang Long has been treated coldly. However, the humiliation he suffered today made him feel more aggrieved than ever before.

As a poor man, the few treasures he had in his hand - the Ni Lin Sword and the Dragon Essence Blood, were all lost in this fierce battle. Thinking of this, Huang Long felt like a knife was cutting his heart. Such a huge loss almost made him feel like his mouth was full of blood.

He wanted to go back to Kunlun Mountain to complain to Yuanshi Tianzun, but as soon as he took a step, he stopped with a wry smile on his face. "Master has never had a good impression of me. Even if I report this matter, I am afraid that not only will I not get sympathy, but I will be scolded." Huang Long felt mixed emotions. As a disciple of the Chan Sect, he was bullied by outsiders, but no one was willing to stand up for him. How sad!
"Among the second generation disciples, only Jade Ding Zhenren has a decent relationship with me. Let's go find him and give it a try. Even if he refuses to help me, if I tell him that the human cultivator has many top-level magic weapons, he will surely be very upset." Huang Long's mind raced, with greed flashing in his eyes. The human cultivator was extremely wealthy, and even a saint's personal disciple would find it difficult to rival him!
With his heart surging, Huang Long did not hesitate any longer and went straight to find Jade Ding Zhenren. Unexpectedly, the weather was unpredictable. In an instant, the sky was covered with dark clouds, the world fell into darkness, and heavy rain poured down. Thunder and lightning intertwined and rolled in the clouds, and a thick lightning as big as a mountain instantly hit Huang Long.

"Ah!" He screamed in pain, his skin and flesh bursting, and he fell heavily to the ground. "How can this be! I was struck by lightning while walking, is God really blind?" Huang Long was furious. As a disciple of the Chan Sect, he could tell at a glance that this was not a heavenly calamity, but a pure sudden change in the celestial phenomena. He was just extremely unlucky.

Huang Long cursed continuously, endured the severe pain, and tried his best to mobilize the remaining magic power to escape from the place where the thunderstorm was raging. However, as soon as he arrived above a seemingly ordinary prehistoric abyss, he heard another earth-shaking roar. The next moment, in the abyss, endless evil spirits gushed out like a raging tide, rushing straight into the sky, hitting Huang Long without deviation.

"Ah——!" He let out a heart-wrenching wail. The evil spirit of the earth not only severely damaged his body, but also corroded his soul. At this moment, his mind was filled with the sound of killing, and a violent killing intent surged, as if to push him to the brink of madness.

Huang Long is at the center of the disaster, his life hanging by a thread.

Huang Long sensed the evil spirit invading his mind, and immediately mobilized the true energy in his body to resist it, but finally fled from the edge of the abyss in a panic.

"What kind of bad luck is this? First I was struck by lightning, and then I was affected by the evil spirit. How could these unfortunate things that only happen once in a century happen to me alone?"

Huang Long felt extremely miserable, secretly lamenting that his bad luck was simply beyond belief.

(End of this chapter)