What a lucky world!

Chapter 258: A sudden rain falls, fate knocks

On the sea surface, unknown distance away from Dayun, the moonlight was scattered, forming a layer of silver sand.

However, at this moment, a huge monster was floating on the sea, slowly heading towards Dayun.

It turned out to be an iceberg that was dozens of feet above the water surface and five or six miles in radius.

If you look more closely, you will find that there are countless sea monsters frozen in the glacier, including a dragon that is dozens of feet long!

Although the dragon's limbs were frozen and it was motionless in the iceberg, its voice was still heard.

"Ren Binghan, how dare you humiliate me like this? I will never let you go!"

half an hour.

"General Ren, let me go now and I'll pretend nothing happened!"

Another half hour later.

"Boss Ren, Xiaolong knows he's wrong. Please be magnanimous and let him go... Hehe..."

Another half hour passed.

"Ren *****, I ******! You *****! I *****!"

A burst of foul language was heard over the sea.

On top of the iceberg sat a figure that looked burly and majestic, with a spear covered in ice crystals stuck by his side and a three-foot-long beard hanging down to his chest.

At this moment, he was looking at the "Spring and Autumn Annals" in his hand in the moonlight.

It was none other than the second-rank commander of the Demon Suppression Division, known as the "Gun Immortal" among the three great demon-suppressing masters: "Sword Saint, Gun Immortal, and Knife Bodhisattva": Ren Binghan.

As if feeling that the dragon's curses were too harsh, Ren Binghan lightly stepped on the ice. Suddenly, a deep blue ice extended from under his feet and quickly spread around the dragon. Then the entire dragon was covered with a layer of blue ice, and the cursing stopped abruptly, as if frozen by a deeper layer of ice.

The sea suddenly became quiet.

"Huh..." Ren Binghan exhaled a breath of white air and was about to lower his head to continue reading "Spring and Autumn", but suddenly his brows furrowed and he looked in the direction of Dayun.

"Hmm? Someone has disturbed my luck?"

Ren Binghan felt as if his luck was gently stirred by someone, the amplitude was very small, like a stone thrown into a lake, causing ripples, and soon the lake returned to calm, but once it was moved, it was moved.

A hint of doubt flashed in his eyes. Ren Binghan raised his hand to trace the source of the fluctuation. Suddenly, the blue ice that froze the dragon in the glacier cracked layer by layer, and then the familiar voice came again -

"Ren****, you big*****, I ******, you *****!"

Ren Binghan sighed lightly and slapped the glacier with his palm. The next moment, a blue ice spear appeared from the glacier and pierced the dragon that was breaking through and cursing, and the cursing stopped again.

But because of this delay, the secret was lost and Ren Binghan could no longer trace the source of the thing that provoked his luck. He had to put the matter in his heart, lower his head again, and continue reading his Spring and Autumn Annals.

……

Qingyuan City, Luo family.

"I, Wei Wuyou, in the name of my master, the Spear Immortal Ren Binghan, the Grand Commander of the Demon Suppression Division, make a fate oath with you!"

Zhang Mu said indignantly and helplessly.

"If you release this Chilong, I will save your life!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Mu suddenly felt a creepy feeling in his heart.

He had heard from Wei Wuyou that the oath of destiny was extremely mysterious, and once one broke the promise, one would often suffer a backlash of destiny in the future.

But the problem is-

What does the oath Wei Wuyou made to Ren Binghan have to do with him, Zhang Mu!
But what Zhang Mu didn't know was that because of Han Long Sha Chun, he and Ren Binghan had a connection in the dark, which was why he was able to slightly provoke Ren Binghan's luck.

However, it was just a slight difference and had no impact on either side.

But in Roosevelt's eyes, he felt a slight fluctuation of luck, and there was no doubt in his heart.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Roosevelt breathed a sigh of relief.

At his age, he understands everything.

As long as he was around, at worst he could remarry a woman in his old age and try to create another bloodline. If that didn't work, he could even adopt a collateral branch as his adopted son, and the Luo family would not be cut off.

As long as the Luo family continues to thrive, he can be considered worthy of his ancestors.

Thinking of this, Roosevelt pointed at the Chilong, and the next moment, dragon-trapping nails slowly rose from the Chilong's body.

As all the dragon-trapping nails were pulled out, an unconscious Chilong slowly opened its eyes.

The next moment, the Chilong saw the Yinhu sword in Zhang Mu's hand.

"Ah--" A shrill dragon roar sounded, and the Chilong almost crawled up and stretched out its dragon claws to grab Zhang Mu. Zhang Mu did not dodge or evade. At this moment, the Yinhu sword made a sword sound, and the Chilong's dragon claws stopped three inches in front of Zhang Mu.

Then, the Chilong twisted its body and turned into a woman in her thirties.

The woman had a pretty face and was covered in wounds. She staggered to Zhang Mu and stretched out her hands. Zhang Mu understood what she meant and handed her the Yinhu Sword.

The woman took the Yinhu sword, stroked the sword carefully, and tears fell from her eyes.

The next moment, the woman suddenly turned around and looked at Roosevelt with murderous intent.

Roosevelt said hurriedly, "Chilong, your benefactor promised me his destiny, so I let you go. Do you want to put your benefactor to death?"

The woman was startled and turned to look at Zhang Mu.

Zhang Mu smiled faintly and nodded: "Go!"

Chilong's eyes lit up, he grasped the Yinhu sword and rushed towards Roosevelt.

"you you……"

"You are not trustworthy!"

Roosevelt cursed and raised his sword to block, but he had consumed a lot of energy in manipulating the sword formation. Although the Chilong was injured, she was holding the Yinhu Sword after all.

After just a few dozen rounds, the Chilong knocked Roosevelt to the ground. The tip of the sword was against Roosevelt's throat, but it did not penetrate.

She still hesitated.

She turned her head to look at Zhang Mu, who moved and stood beside the Chilong.

"My benefactor, the promise of destiny is so mysterious. It would be better to cripple his hands and feet and spare his life. This can be considered as revenge for my husband and me..."

"I'm not your benefactor, but I'm here to fulfill my duty." Zhang Mu rested his palm on the hilt of his sword. "My words, Zhang Mu, always count!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Mu pushed with force, and the Yinhu sword immediately pierced Roosevelt's neck.

Roosevelt looked at Zhang Mu with his eyes wide open, his eyes full of confusion.

Zhang Mu?

Aren’t you Wei Wuyou?
But he couldn't make a sound and fell into endless darkness.

Seeing Roosevelt surrender, the sadness in Chilong's eyes became even more intense.

She pulled out the Tiger Sword, carefully wiped the blood off it, and whispered, "My husband's last wish has been fulfilled. His spirit has completely dissipated."

"This Tiger Sword is yours."

Zhang Mu nodded and reached out to take the sword, but Chilong suddenly smiled, which made Zhang Mu feel a little nervous.

"Wait--"

Before Zhang Mu could finish his words, he saw the Chilong wipe the Yinhu sword across his throat, and immediately a line of blood sprayed onto Zhang Mu's palm as he was about to grab the sword.

Zhang Mu supported the fallen Chilong woman, who was spitting blood and muttering:

"Fish play on lotus leaves in the east, fish play on lotus leaves in the west, fish play on lotus leaves in the north, fish play on lotus leaves in the south, fish play between lotus leaves."

"We are soaked in the scum of a dry pond, and our bones lie buried in the sand..."

The Chilong transformed into a dragon again and quickly decayed.

At this moment, thunder exploded outside the main hall.

A sudden rain falls...

(End of this chapter)