Godly Luck Upgrade System

These creatures were spies from various forces. Upon seeing such a shocking scene, their blood boiled with shock.    

    

Xu Haotian stood on the city wall and looked at the chaotic battlefield with hesitation. He was considering whether to use a specific summon. He believed that as long as he could summon him out, everything would be resolved.    

    

Except, he was too arrogant. With his current strength, he probably wouldn't be able to handle it. At that time …    

    

"Hey!"    

    

At this moment, he suddenly saw a somewhat different part of the battlefield in front of him.    

    

As the Queen of Healing flew in the air, its silver white palm would occasionally swing downwards in a fan-shape. He looked like a farmer who was sowing seeds.    

    

Except, when he waved his hand, there were countless ghost soldiers fighting against each other and killing each other.    

    

The Pingtian soldiers who were fighting with the dark generals were astonished. Some of them were even shocked into a daze on the battlefield.    

    

"The Queen Mother is actually this strong?"    

    

Because of Liu Bo Wen's low cultivation and his position as Xu Haotian's Imperial Military Advisor, he had not entered the battle yet. At this moment, looking at the scene in the distance, he was stunned.    

    

Even Xu Haotian didn't think that his Queen Mother would be so terrifying. Those ghost soldiers had unknowingly fallen into his trap.    

    

At this moment, the Great Rudra Immortal Stage Yin general was already under his command and was charging towards the ghost soldiers. The scene instantly became chaotic.    

    

Moreover, the chaos was still growing. There were already two Empyrean Immortals at loggerheads.    

    

"The power of the curse is actually this terrifying? Maybe I won't need to summon it."    

    

While Xu Haotian was muttering to himself, his eyes also lit up.    

    

At the same time, the flaming light and Ethereal Opening cultivators also began to fight.    

    

Seven pitch-black dragons formed from mana coiled around Ethereal Opening. His two hands repeatedly struck at the burning lamps, while the seven black dragons roared and bit at the burning lamps as well.    

    

There was no change to his face under the burning lamp mask, but his methods did not allow him to hesitate. The purplish-golden palms collided with the black dragon, and disappeared one by one.    

    

For a time, they were at war with each other, neither could do anything to the other.    

    

"Ahhh, I will make you pay with your blood."    

    

At this moment, the Nether Master's chest was already filled with rage. When he thought of how young master Milan had tragically died at the hands of the Pingtian Demon Emperor, his heart felt incomparably painful.    

    

This time, he didn't have any qualms in taking revenge. He could go and fight as he pleased.    

    

He had to destroy the Pingtian Palace.    

    

He had to kill the Pingtian Demon Emperor.    

    

The black dragon surrounding him became darker and darker, reaching its limit. It was now three thousand feet large, causing dust and dirt to fly into the air. The wind and waves it created caused the area within a dozen miles to become vacuum, and no one dared to approach it.    

    

And under the mask of the burning lamp wearing a golden monastic robe, his face had never been so grave. Facing an expert like the Ethereal Opening Sovereign, the fighting spirit hidden in the depths of Lin Ming's heart was ignited.    

    

In the past, he had only held back in order to gain a foothold in this world. But today, he wouldn't think about anything else. He had to defeat this powerful enemy before him.    

    

"It's been a long time since I've felt this relaxed."    

    

He suddenly felt that not being a leader was not necessarily a bad thing.    

    

All the pressure was on Xu Haotian, he only needed to carry it out.    

    

With this thought in mind, the entire body of the burning lamp suddenly emitted a dazzling purple golden light, and his body abruptly grew larger. His golden monastic robe was a rare treasure, and it could constantly change as his body expanded and contracted.    

    

In the blink of an eye, he had reached the height of three thousand feet. His aura suddenly changed as he stood in the air like a real immortal.    

    

"You're burning the lamp?"    

    

In this day and age, only lamps have the ability to burn with the power of the Golden Body.    

    

"Amitabha, the old monk is a devilish tyrant!"