If you leave your name on the origin of the sacred mountain, you can receive luck blessings.
Only monks from the Zifu can carve their names on the Origin Sacred Mountain.
If a monk dies, his name will disappear from the original sacred mountain; at the same time, part of the monk's luck will flow back to the original sacred mountain.
Looking towards the Origin Sacred Mountain, I wanted to see clearly the name engraved on it, but there was a layer of fog blocking it, making it difficult to see clearly.
Only the very top is unobstructed by fog.
There are thirty-two names there, domineering and majestic, located on the top of the Origin Mountain.
The Feathered Heavenly Lord, the Slaughter Demon Emperor, the Golden Crow Demon Emperor, the Peacock Demon Emperor, the Old Acacia Demon, the Taoist Reincarnation, the Bone Demon Lord, the Immortal Emperor... Thirty-two names, shining for eternity, have become the masters of the origin of the sacred mountain.
As long as the original sacred mountain remains immortal, these thirty-two names will not disappear.
These thirty-two monks have experienced many calamities and tribulations, defeated enemies one after another, torn apart the nine levels of immortal calamity, and ascended to immortality.
The world is proud of them.
Looking at these thirty-two names, Lu Xuanji suddenly felt a sense of emotion that a man has grown up like this.
Soaring forward, approaching the origin of the sacred mountain.
Approached the stone wall.
Colorful brushes appear on the palm of the hand.
Swish!
On the stone wall, there are names engraved.
【Lu Xuanji】.
These three characters are white at first, then quickly turn into red, then orange, and then change into yellow, green, and finally settle on cyan.
Luck is green.
Lu Xuanji nodded, very satisfied.
Generally speaking, only those who transform into gods have blue luck.
If his luck is green, it does not mean that he will definitely become a god, but it just has a higher chance.
Before entering the realm of spiritual transformation, there is no need to worry about insufficient luck.
As for what will happen after becoming a god, it is still far away from him. He is only in the Zi Mansion now and does not need to think about such distant things.
[There are countless fortunes in heaven and earth. The more fortune this monk has, the less luck that monk has. There is no designated child of destiny in the world. When you stand at the top, you must be the child of destiny. 】
[In this world, a son of luck is born every 300,000 years, and the son of luck has the possibility of becoming an immortal]
[The world's luck waxes and wanes. When the world's luck is at its peak, strong people emerge in large numbers, and immortals may be born; when the world's luck falls into a trough, the strong wither and the strong are rare]
[After the Golden Crow Demon King ascended to the Immortal Realm, he consumed the luck of the seventh level of the world. The luck of the world fell into a trough. After 200,000 years, the luck of the world is picking up. In the next 100,000 years, the sword will give birth to a new son of luck.
There is a possibility of becoming an immortal]
【Excuse me, do you want to start the battle for luck? 】
Just then, a voice came,
It tells the essence of luck and the essence of the world.
Luck is like water.
In this world, the amount of luck that can be nurtured within a certain period of time is limited.
This monk has more luck, and that monk must have less luck.
What should a monk do if his luck is insufficient? Then defeat the enemy and seize the opponent's luck. Once you lose, your luck will pass away; if you lose too many times, you will completely become a stepping stone for others, and your luck will be destroyed.
Taken away by others.
In the dark, those geniuses will collide and fight with each other. The scattered luck will continue to gather and converge on a certain monk. When the luck condenses to the extreme, the son of luck will be born.
The son of luck brings together the great fortune of the world and has the possibility of becoming an immortal.
The son of luck does not refer to a specific person, but refers to a title corresponding to someone who has achieved extraordinary achievements through hard work.
This was born after countless monks and countless geniuses fought hard.
"Turn on!"
Lu Xuan nodded.
Among the twelve difficulties in Zifu, this is the difficulty of luck.
This is a battle for luck!
[Opponents are being matched...]
[Matching successful...]
At this moment, the void was changing and a lake appeared.
In the lake, there is a black carp swimming.
Wow!
The next moment, the black carp crossed out of the lake and turned into a young man in black armor.
"Are you my human robbery?"
The black-armored boy said, exuding a hint of terror as he spoke.
This breath came with pressure, like a mountain or a sea.
Ding!
Ding!
Suddenly, Lu Xuanji felt that his body was being suppressed, and his bones seemed to be shattered.
Golden elixir demon king!
This young man is a golden elixir demon king who is still at the peak of the golden elixir and is about to break through to the Nascent Soul at any time.
When a monk breaks through the Nascent Soul, he needs to overcome thunder tribulations, heavenly demon tribulations, and human tribulations.
Somehow, under the influence of Qi, Lu Xuanji turned into the human calamity of this Golden Elixir Demon King.
"Haha, God has treated me well. Under some mysterious pull, he actually attracted a junior from the Zi Mansion for me. It seems that this calamity will not be difficult to overcome?" the young man in black armor said with a smile, feeling relieved in his heart.
Among the three tribulations, the power of thunder tribulation, heavenly demon tribulation, etc. can be roughly estimated and there are targeted methods.
It's a disaster, but it's unpredictable.
Looking at the person in front of him, Jie breathed a sigh of relief.
brush!
At this moment, an invisible shackle appeared, and the aura on the black-armored young man's body continued to fall. He fell from the peak of Jindan to the early stage of Zifu, and all the forbidden weapons on his body were unable to be used.
Only the natal magic weapon can be used.
But the power of the natal magic weapon is also sealed, and it only remains as a third-grade spiritual weapon.
But he is not worried!
Although he was suppressed to the early stage of Zifu, his fighting skills, which were at the peak of Jindan, and his understanding of the great avenue, etc., had not disappeared at all.
This battle seems to be a fair duel as both sides are in the early stages of the Purple Mansion; but in essence, it is not fair at all.
"Sir, in which realm?"
Lu Xuanji asked.
The young man in black armor was about to speak, but a supreme power prevented him from speaking. He could only say: "Don't say it! End the battle as soon as possible and go back as soon as possible!"
"Vision, Black Moon!"
A black moon appeared behind the black-armored boy, rising slowly.
Suddenly, the surrounding void was imprisoned.
Lu Xuanji felt like he was carrying a mountain on his back, and his speed was as much as three levels slower.
brush!
An ax appeared in the hand of the black-armored young man. There was blood on the axe, and it struck his neck in the air.
"Decapitate with an axe!"
Lu Xuanji pulled out the Lihuo Sword and turned into a stream of light to kill him.
Bang bang!
The weapons collided together, and the young man in black armor changed his position, his body moving with the ax, and struck at Lu Xuanji's waist.
Lu Xuanji's body moved to the left first, and the Lihuo Sword stabbed at his neck.
But at this moment, the ax moved and appeared on his right arm in an instant, slashing towards his right arm.
Stab!
Both sides were changing their moves at the same time, axes and swords colliding together.
The Lihuo Sword was cut off on the spot.
"Your swordsmanship is too poor and you are just arty. It should be over!"
After experiencing the temptation, the black-armored young man no longer held back, urging the black moon to shroud down. Black light scattered down and shrouded Lu Xuanji's body. His body was instantly imprisoned, making it difficult to move.
The ax struck down in the air, killing him in the head.