The old magic stick panicked when he saw this, and he hurriedly stretched out his big hands covered with mud to try to cover Feng Jueyu's mouth to prevent him from shouting, and kept begging for mercy.
"Hey, my little ancestor, don't shout, don't shout. Every word of this old man is true, and there is absolutely no lie. Please listen to me in detail."
"To tell you the truth, I was already unlucky when I met you. I even wanted to save you with a kind heart, but you used words that even a three-year-old child wouldn't believe to try to frustrate me. Old man, do you think I'm easy to bully?"
Feng Jueyu pulled the old magic stick's hand away.
The old magic stick didn't stop, and begged for mercy again and again: "Okay, okay, don't shout, I still have something useful on my little old man, and I'll give it to you."
Seeing the benefit, Feng Jueyu immediately stopped shouting: "What is it? Take it out and have a look. If you tease me like you just did, I will make you regret how to write these two words."
Feng Jueyu held the old magic stick tightly.
The old magic stick was filled with righteous indignation, but he did not dare to prevaricate. He secretly hated himself in his heart. If he had not offended the big shots above in order to steal the treasure, so that he did not dare to easily display his peerless cultivation in the ninth heaven, how could he be killed by a first-level heaven?
The little guy is defeated to death.
This is really a tiger falling in peace, and a dragon swimming in the water without retreating at all.
The old magic stick was extremely depressed. In desperation, he reached into his arms and took out a dark golden copper coin. He held it in his hand and looked at it for a moment with great pain, and he shed tears of grievance.
"This is Ji Huang Qian. It is a rare thing that the little old man got after traveling through the nine heavens. If you take this thing with you, you can turn bad luck into good luck and make everything smooth. I only have one like this on me, so I will give it to you.
"
He said it was a gift, but the old man held on to Ji Huang's money as hard as if he wanted to sell his daughter.
"What kind of golden money? Can it turn bad luck into good fortune? Why don't you dazzle me a little bit?"
Feng Jueyu reached out and grabbed it, and after pulling at the old magic stick for several rounds, he snatched the copper coin away, spread it out in his palm and looked at it, feeling extremely annoyed.
The dark gold copper coin was simple and dull, with the words "Ten Thousand Heavenly Treasures" imprinted on it, but he had never heard of the level of treasure that Ten Thousand Dao Heavenly Treasures was, so he used his spiritual mind to examine the inner parts of the copper object.
I thought it was a great artifact, but the artifact spirit was found in the copper coins, which proved that it was not an artifact.
If it's not an artifact, then what is it?
How to turn disaster into good fortune?
The old magician must be a liar.
Feng Jueyu was angry.
Open your mouth and shout.
"No, don't shout, that's not what this thing is for."
The old magic stick was anxious and quickly explained: "If you want Jihuang Qian to be effective, there is still a formula that needs to be learned. You can read it with me..."
Saying this, the old magic stick was sweating profusely and recited a short formula, which consisted of four sentences.
"The leader of all the ways, gather in the sea and condense into the abyss, send your fortune to heaven, seek blessings and drive away difficulties..."
While chanting, the old magic stick also formed a seal, with eight fingers crossed, two thumbs pressed together, passing through the gap between the middle finger and ring finger, and then the ten fingers were clasped together with force, and the two thumbs were slightly poked out.
Feng Jueyu used his spiritual thoughts to draw a gourd in the same way and made a seal on his chest. Soon, a ray of spiritual thoughts swam out from his palm and flowed through the money hole in the middle of Ji Huang Qian like a trickle of water.
When this ray of spiritual thought came into play, the trickling spiritual thought immediately divided into threads, wrapping the Ji Huang Qian tightly from the inside out.
In just a moment, Feng Jueyu felt that the power of destiny of unknown origin was born in Jihuang Qian, impacting the palace in the dark, stirring the sea of consciousness, and inspiring a special ray of divinity.
This divinity becomes a small divinity flag fluttering in the wind, standing on the sea consciousness. The flag is not big, but it is filled with the divinity of luck, making the flag fly automatically in the absence of wind.
"The power of luck!"
Feng Jueyu was shocked. If the old magic stick hadn't taught him how to seal and sacrifice weapons, he wouldn't have discovered that this copper coin actually contained a huge amount of divine luck.
The old magic stick's heart was bleeding and his flesh ached: "Yes, Ji Huang Qian is originally condensed from the divine nature of luck. It naturally breeds the majestic power of luck. This power of luck can be identified and practiced through
It uses the soul of a person to detect the changes in luck in the surrounding environment and the path of disasters and disasters in the human body to calculate good and bad luck. It is really the best life-saving artifact in the world."
"As long as you carry Ji Huang Qian with you, you can turn bad luck into good luck no matter where you are. The little old man has relied on this treasure to avoid being killed again and again over the years."
Seeing what the old magician said was so exciting, Feng Jueyu was a little confused, but he was by no means a stupid person who easily believed in others, and he still had doubts in his heart.
"What you say is better than what you sing. Is it really that clever?"
Being able to ask this question shows that Feng Jueyu is still willing to believe in the old magic stick. After all, the divine nature of luck in copper coins cannot be faked.
In fact, what shocked him even more was that the divine nature of luck bred in Ji Huang Qian was purer than the power of luck he had encountered in the course of time.
For example, if the quality of the luck in the long river of time is low-grade, then the divine luck in Jihuang Qian is definitely of high-grade or even top-grade quality.
This is what makes Feng Jueyu confused.
But it is not ruled out that some people can use some deceptive methods to fake the divine nature of luck.
After all, this is the world of gods, and everything is possible.
When the old magic stick heard this, he showed an angry look and said: "I have already said this. If you still don't believe me, there is nothing I can do. Only by carrying this treasure with you will you know whether it is of any benefit."
As he spoke, the old magic stick looked at Feng Jueyu's feet with an unnatural expression, and couldn't help but be a little confused about his behavior.
"You... what are you digging a hole for? Could it be that you want to kill someone and silence me and bury me? I tell you, if you really force me, I will risk my life to bury you with you. I have given you all my treasures. Why?"
Aren’t you going to give up and not forgive me?”
As he said these words, the old magic stick grinded his teeth and thought in his heart, if it weren't for the fate, it would not be easy to crush an ant like you to death, so you'd better not mess with me.
Feng Jueyu rolled his eyes and realized that the old magician's expression didn't look like he was pretending. He nodded and said, "Okay, saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. I believe you are the one."
The old magician breathed a sigh of relief.
Then I heard Feng Jueyu threatening: "But if you let me know that you have deceived me, I will not let you go if we meet again tomorrow."
The old magic stick turned his anger into joy and said: "Don't worry, I never lie to others. As I said before, you are in trouble... You must be careful lately..."
"Okay, okay, get out."
Feng Jueyu waved his sleeves in disgust, then took out the artifact Juechen and left.
The old magic stick watched Feng Jueyu leave with straight eyes, until the latter walked far away, then he stamped his feet fiercely and murmured in a hateful voice: "If God doesn't deceive me, I will not occupy Ji Huangqian's life."
, but the energy in that kid is so weird, I always feel like I have seen it somewhere. Huh, when I resolve this disaster and have some free time, I will make a prediction for you to see if you are a human or a ghost.
"
After complaining for a while, the old magician glanced around with his sneaky eyes, and then left furtively.
…
On Tongque Mountain, a bronze light flashed past, and from the light, Feng Jueyu stepped out.
At this time, he had arrived at the foot of Tongque Mountain and walked into the chaotic market.
Tongque Mountain was supposed to be the territory of the Hundred Swords Divine Court. A long time ago, the Hengtian Sect discovered Youxian Dayuping and occupied this place.
Tongque Mountain is actually formed by four high mountains. In the middle of the four high mountains is the famous Youxiang Dayuping. The rules of space there are different from other places. You can use the rules of space to enter somewhere in the starry sky. There are also some gods nearby who can make them unable to fly.
Based on the ruins of the planes, as long as the gods go to those ruins to practice, they can find some secrets in the depths of the starry sky, and by doing so, they can reach the sky in one step and open up the power of the cave world.
The formation of this kind of spatial rules relies on the extremely terrifying power of water in the Xuanyuan plane.
It is precisely for this reason that Tongque Mountain has become the most popular cultivation spot in the western half of the Daogan realm.
Therefore, several large and small trading bazaars have been formed at the foot of Tongque Mountain, and many gods from the western half of the Daogan realm will come here to make a fortune.
After all, it is one of the rare holy realms of cultivation in the first level of heaven. It will gather a large number of top experts from all major planes, so it is only possible to have opportunities.
Feng Jueyu ignored the market at the foot of the mountain. He followed the road up the mountain and reached the top of the mountain in one breath. He saw a sign erected on the edge of the cliff with the five characters "Youxian Dayuping" written on it.
It rains miserably and the sky is full of water...
When I came to Tongqueshan, I realized how popular it is.
In the Tianshui Realm, had he heard from the boy that the ticket price of Youxian Dayuping had skyrocketed from one hundred mid-grade divine stones per day to one thousand mid-grade divine stones per day? With such an expensive price, Feng Jueyu judged that the Hengtian Sect
You should lose a lot of customers.
But when we actually got there, we realized that even though the number of customers has been lost due to the sharp increase in prices, business here is still booming.
Looking east from the top of the mountain, a large number of people gathered.
In this majestic and majestic mountain, the rain is not as heavy as in other places, but it is still miserable and rainy, and the sky is dark.
Fortunately, there are crystal crystals for illumination and torches that cannot be extinguished by rainwater set up everywhere on the mountain, illuminating the left and right sides of Youxian Dayuping.
In front of Dongshan Cliff, thousands of practitioners gathered here. Feng Jueyu walked over and saw that there was no place to stick around, so he could only find someone to inquire.
"Fellow Taoist, may I ask how to get to Youxiang Dayuping?"
"You're queuing up here. You didn't see me queuing up too. By the way, prepare the sacred stones and ask for middle-grade ones. The Hengtian Sect won't accept the high-grade sacred stones. It's your turn to tell the people of the Hengtian Sect that you're going to go for a few days.
How many sacred stones are there, no discount."
Feng Jueyu said oh and had to wait obediently.
At this moment, there was a long queue on his left, and a pair of grandfather and grandson were having a conversation.
"Grandpa, haven't the prices here increased? Why are there still so many people?"
The person who spoke was a girl with an immature appearance. She was in her prime, tall and graceful, with a delicate face like a porcelain doll, a small red mouth, a straight nose, and a pair of eyes as clear as water, looking without any scheming.