These players are more cunning than cunning

Chapter 825: A painting covering the sky, an eternal historical legend
The whole world is surrounded by a scene of natural disaster.

The trees have dried up, fish are floating on the sea, countless people have fallen to the ground, and all living life has almost disappeared.

They had no wounds on their bodies, they just lost their luck.

But luck is one of the three major elements of life. Losing luck means that they are completely headed towards death.

Wow!
Ning Zheng's brain was in a daze, her thoughts were confused, her nerves were disturbed by the terrible impact, and the world began to turn upside down.

20 billion daily luck points were obviously far from enough to suppress Ning Zheng's consciousness, which continued to fall, assimilating him into another Changjin Emperor.

It was like standing in a swamp and watching yourself sink deeper and deeper into the abyss of endless confusion and thoughts.

"This battle is not won, it's still a crazy fight."

"The essence of a battle of luck is a confrontation of fortune. It depends on who has better fortune and who can suppress the other more."

"This is not a competition of fists and feet, martial arts, or supernatural powers."

"Whether it's a comparison of size, I need more luck points. A huge amount of luck points to suppress it. My current stock is all used up."

Ning Zheng scanned the sky around her.

The thick clouds were filled with turbidity, filth, and a dead air tinged with cause and effect.

call!
He opened the luck gambling table and began to absorb the thick fog body with huge luck energy life that had its luck core removed.

+1000 million.

+1000 million.

+1000 million.

The terrifying numbers were jumping rapidly, and the inventory of luck at the luck gambling table was skyrocketing.

+6981 billion.

Finally, a scary number suddenly jumped out.

This is a huge calamity energy gathered from countless living beings in an entire world.

And this is most of what Ning Zheng could absorb. The rest are dregs that are difficult to absorb, contaminated with a lot of cause and effect, and even the luck gambling table has difficulty absorbing them.

Otherwise, all the people in the world would die and be drained of their luck. The total luck of a world harvested could reach more than one trillion.

I probably only got less than 50%, but it was enough!
Crash.

"Add more weight to me!" Ning Zheng began to add weight to herself.

[Today's Luck Value: 30 billion]

[Today's Luck Value: 70 billion]

[Today's Luck Value: 100 billion]

Ning Zheng's body was surging like wind and clouds, as if it contained endless golden light.

The huge amount of luck caused a qualitative change in his body, forming some kind of mysterious golden luck life, as if huge ripples were set off in the world.

With such a qualitative change, he also suppressed the evil heart that was like a shadow crocodile.

"It's suppressed for now, it's time to leave."

There was a crash.

The bronze emperor fell and returned to the depths of Shenjing. After the mysterious owner of the manor put down the bronze statue body used for his descent, he left this world.

Ye Di stared with his eyes wide open, looking at the clear, cloudless sky, his heart unable to calm down for a long time.

Because in his stunned eyes, from the outside world's perspective, the mysterious owner of the manor was almost like a huge mouth of the abyss, swallowing up the huge red and black calamity clouds between heaven and earth, making the world clear, clean and tidy.

With just a few strokes, He truly restarted the world.

Is this the end?
Is it really over?

Everyone was filled with disbelief.

Because it's so quick and so easy.

The kind of immortal who could absorb a calamity into his body and suppress it with just a wave of his hand was simply beyond their comprehension.

Can immortals really be this powerful?
Can an immortal who mainly cultivates luck easily be contaminated by and suppress the huge amount of causal karma gathered by all the people in the world without being bitten back?
"One day, we will reach this point."

Ye Di and Jian Xin looked at each other, feeling a mixture of emotion.

"Is it really possible for us to reach that level?" Emperor Zangwu's words echoed in everyone's ears.

"Why is it impossible?"

Ye Di smiled, with lofty ambitions in his heart.

"Everyone! Don't be discouraged. The pursuit of truth should not stop. We have passed the most difficult level - karma. We have thoroughly explored this system in this battle. We are about to take shape."

"We are trapped and ascending to heaven. Fate is no longer a thorn in our hearts. We have figured it out and mastered it."

"We have completely perfected the life and death testament, the study of Xian, the establishment of the underworld, the three elements, and the world system. I believe that we will soon be able to step into the immortal path and become another immortal!"

"Yes, we, a group of transformed selves, will soon step into the wonderland."

"Then we will be on the same level as this One. Believe me! We will catch up with Him soon!"

Ye Di's eyes were red, and he obviously knew where his future lay.

"Even if he becomes an immortal, is he really that powerful?"

At this time, Prime Minister Fumian Emperor slowly spoke: "I think that immortals should be more afraid of being contaminated by cause and effect and getting into trouble with karma. After we become immortals, can we really reach this level?"

After these words were spoken, everyone fell silent.

Everyone stared blankly at the clean and clear sky, and then looked down at the pure earth without any causal connection, and remained speechless for a long time.

The earth was dead silent, devoid of life. All the monks from all the continents, countries, and even the major forces in the capital, began to wake up again after being unconscious for three or four days.

Mortals with bad luck will be sucked dry by the overwhelming calamity in an instant. Having no luck means you are dead.

The ground was littered with living dead without any wounds.

But some Taoists who were struggling were still struggling. Their great luck allowed them to hold on until the end when Ning Zheng won. Now they have regained consciousness after being in a coma for several days.

"We survived?"

"what happened?"

"How did we make it through?"

Countless people got up, fell into confusion, and looked at the clear sky and thought.

As if it was a dream.

In the dream, I saw the red and black calamity clouds, the end of the world, the ferocious and roaring demon, the peerless sword god with hundreds of thousands of Zhenwu swords, and the mysterious and majestic figure who appeared at the end and gently stretched out his hand to grasp it.

"It turned out to be a dream."

"It must be fake, right?"

"Yes, any Taoist who has practiced the art of luck knows that it is impossible to suppress that incredible thing with one's own luck!"

Many people began to doubt their memories, and some no longer believed in that super war, a desperate and shocking battle.

And within a few days, everyone was in a daze on the lonely earth, looking at the endless living dead on the ground who had lost their fate, their families, friends, and relatives.
Unable to accept reality.

Less than 1% of the lives are left alive, and the world has fallen into an eerie silence.

at this time.

Suddenly, a huge golden painting, "The Tribulation", fell into the sky.

Crash.

The scroll in the sky burst into colorful light, projecting the battle in the scroll back into reality.

The scroll is full of red and black colors, with a sense of oppression and despair in a storm, a roaring Jian Xin, overwhelming flying swords, a terrifying catastrophe, and a mysterious figure of a god or demon holding the catastrophe.

The man grasped the core in the endless red and black calamity energy. In an instant, a golden energy like sunlight bloomed in the red and black filth, as if lighting up the dawn of the night, emitting a bright golden light.

The arrogant and overbearing bronze emperor looked like a real golden god, painted in gold, appearing extremely majestic and sacred.

Under the dazzling golden light, it seems as if this golden god has been forever cast into history.

"This huge, vast painting that covers the sky?"

All the surviving people looked up with expressions of extreme shock.

The dream was not a dream, it was actually real?
This painting records the history of their coma. One hand can really eliminate cause and effect.
"Who on earth is this painter, this historian, so powerful! Who has the ability to record history during that battle, to paint history into eternity at this moment, to engrave it on the wall of history, and to become an eternal legend?"

"Could it be that he is the chief painter of the Tianming Dynasty who is hiding in the dark?"

"As expected of His Majesty the Night Emperor, he actually has such a historian."

“It’s very lifelike.”

Soon everyone ran to the valley where the scroll fell. Someone squatted down, picked up the painting that recorded the myth and legend, and carefully kept it. "Although I don't know who it is, thank you!"

"Sent to you."

A gentle and smiling voice sounded faintly in people's ears:

“History should not be forgotten, heroes should be remembered forever by future generations, and He is the Golden God whose height you and I have never known.”

Wow!
In the Kyushu world, in a valley.

The painter murmured softly, his eyes deep, as if he was thinking.

"It's a pity that the true meaning cannot be drawn. It turns out that it's not the world's problem. The painting cannot be infused with soul even if it is placed in this world."

It was the first time that he came into contact with a deep system of destiny. He never imagined that the final outbreak of the entanglement of cause and effect would be so horrific. Disaster and calamity energy swept across the heaven and earth, and all things withered.

But he couldn't draw the two terrifying figures on the battlefield.

I can't draw the catastrophe, nor the ancient bronze emperor. It always lacks charm.

This painting looks lifelike, but it is actually a defective work.

Since the other party knows of his existence, why should he hide?

What's wrong with giving this painting to them?
Let it remain as a memorial in their history!

His paintings are meaningful only when they are collected and appreciated.

"It's amazing." The painter showed a hint of interest, and there seemed to be deep meaning in his eyes, "I always feel that he is hiding something, and he is so quick to act."

"The mysterious core that was generated has an indescribable, inexplicable, and never-before-seen power."

“Even after millions of years, there will always be civilizations in the endless world that I don’t know about, which are fascinating and make people unable to help but paint and collect them.”

The survivors carefully put away the scroll and looked at each other in the ruins in groups of three or four, their faces full of hope and longing.

No matter what, the historical paintings left by the painter in this world contain various faces of gods.

The sword immortal wielded the Ten Thousand Swords in anger.

Emperor Zangwu tried to use his Holy Martial Armor to block the calamity cloud.

The vast red and black calamity cloud
And that mysterious figure that destroyed the catastrophe is still passed down from mouth to mouth among the people even after countless years, and is eternal.

History has never buried everything. There are still great mysterious historians who are secretly painting eternal historical legends at all times.

(End of this chapter)