When Fang Yue heard this, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly.
He is particularly sensitive and concerned about the word "luck".
"Can this sub-battlefield still produce luck?"
Taoist Mosquito nodded: "It is indeed possible! Countless people have been studying the matter of luck since ancient times, and they are all following it.
The luck of ordinary people is not enough. Only the true geniuses will have great luck.
Some people have quantified luck and even developed the technique of observing Qi, which can tell the amount of luck of a person or even a group of people."
"For example, before, the amount of luck in Yongfeng Town was about a hundred units, and it took about fifty units of luck to neutralize the disaster! Now there are still fifty units of luck left, but in Yongfeng Town,
The order is in order, talents emerge in large numbers, everyone has hope, everyone has sustenance, and the luck in it can be born continuously. About one unit of luck can be naturally born every ten days! And you now have it.
More than five units of luck! But once you become the master of a battlefield of ten thousand races, even the master of a first-level battlefield can distribute ten units of luck every day! These luck can only turn disaster into good luck.
, turn danger into safety, and even be able to neutralize disaster and withstand catastrophe!"
"However, it is not easy to be the master of this battlefield! Only by being recognized by the will of the battlefield can you become the real master of it!"
Taoist Mosquito looked at Fang Yue, with a slightly unbearable look in his eyes.
However, for the plan of the Human League and the grand plan of the human race, he had to do this.
"Ten units of luck every day! What should I do if I want to become the master of the battlefield of all races?"
Fang Yue was surprised. He didn't expect that the real special resource produced by the Ten Thousand Races battlefield was luck.
"You only need to sacrifice flesh and blood and recite a sacrificial inscription at the same time! This sacrificial inscription was obtained by the Human Alliance at a very high price. Ordinary small tribes do not have this sacrificial inscription at all, even if they occupy a ten thousand-year-old sacrificial inscription."
The divided battlefields of the clan battlefield, and ultimately I will not be able to become the master of this battlefield!"
Taoist Mosquito's words touched Fang Yue's mind slightly.
He hesitated a little.
Luck is elusive and difficult to capture. It is not easy to increase luck.
In Buddhism, accumulating virtue and doing good deeds and resolving bad karma for others are just to increase one's luck through cause and effect.
And becoming the master of a battlefield means you can gain a lot of luck.
It's too easy to obtain the power of luck! Fang Yue learned from being used as bait last time, and he didn't dare to believe Taoist Mosquito's words anymore.
Fang Yue secretly communicated with the little green snake in his body and asked.
"Is what this mosquito Taoist said the truth?"
"Being the master of the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield does have various benefits, but the origin of this Ten Thousand Races Battlefield is mysterious and strange, running through countless civilization eras! This Ten Thousand Races Battlefield is as full of endless mystery and unknowns as the Taiyin Ancient Mine. The Ten Thousand Races Battlefield is full of endless mysteries and unknowns.
Each one of them is a hero among men and a proud son of heaven, but their final fate is not good, and they will encounter some strange things in their later years.
In his youth, a man once became the master of a second-level battlefield of ten thousand races. With his luck, he gained opportunities one after another and grew into a supreme being. However, he still never escaped the fate of the previous masters of the battlefield of ten thousand races. He died.
On a stormy night, his whole person evaporated out of thin air, and no one has seen him since!"
The little green snake is surprisingly old and has witnessed the rise and fall of several civilizational eras.
Its words made Fang Yue wake up.
There is never a free lunch at this time! If you want to gain something that ordinary people cannot get, you must pay a corresponding price. This is all normal.
It was just the attitude of Taoist Mosquito that made Fang Yue feel a little chilled.
If Taoist Mosquito made this matter clear to Fang Yue, Fang Yue might not agree to become the master of this battlefield.
Living in troubled times, every opportunity to improve one's strength needs to be firmly grasped. Fang Yue cannot guarantee that he will really survive to his old age when this strange change happens.
When Fang Yue was struggling in his heart.
Taoist Mosquito hesitated for a moment and said: "Actually, becoming the master of this battlefield also has some side effects. Legend has it that the masters of the battlefield will encounter some strange things in their later years. Some people say that they have overextended their future luck, and others say that they have overextended their future luck.
, this battlefield of all races itself is a source of weirdness! There are endless weirdness in the huge underworld! Most of the time, it is difficult for everyone to find the source of this weirdness and solve it!"
"Whether you want to become the master of this battlefield is your choice! In fact, becoming the master of this battlefield is not something that everyone can do! Only some special beings can be qualified to be the master of this battlefield!"
The Mosquito Taoist originally wanted to hide the danger of becoming the master of the battlefield.
But he and Fang Yue had a close relationship, and in the end they didn't deceive him.
Fang Yue felt relieved when he heard what Master Mosquito said.
In Fang Yue's heart, he did not want to create a gap between himself and the mosquitoes.
"There is no such thing as getting something for nothing in this world! The future will change depending on the calamity, and luck is the only weapon that can withstand the calamity! Even if we may face all kinds of weirdness in the future, we must first be able to survive until that time, right?
"
Fang Yue decisively chose to become the master of the divided battlefield.
He is not a timid person.
What's more, Fang Yue vaguely felt that his coming to this battlefield seemed to be guided by some kind of destiny.
Hearing Fang Yue's words, Taoist Mosquito breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that his kindness and intolerance did not affect the progress of the People's League's plan this time.
The mosquitoes also felt vaguely uneasy, as it seemed that this matter was not as simple and smooth as they expected.
The mosquito Taoist handed the memorial text to Fang Yue.
Fang Yue read it roughly. The memorial text was long and complicated. When singing, the syllables of each character must resonate with this battlefield! Fang Yue finally understood why not everyone can become the master of this battlefield!
Singing sacrificial incantations consumes a lot of mental energy, and ordinary cultivators at the leader level or even at the saint level may not be able to sustain it.
In this level of battlefield, only creatures at or below the leader realm can set foot in it. This harsh condition also limits the candidates for the master of this battlefield to a certain extent.
"Singing the sacrificial incantation is just one of the steps to become the master of the battlefield. You also need to continue to make sacrifices during the process of singing! The sacrifices you make are up to you! The sacrifices required for each person who becomes the master of the battlefield are actually
They are all different. There are flesh and blood, elixirs, treasures, and some people even use their own longevity as a sacrifice! This sacrifice must be able to attract the recognition of the will of the battlefield, otherwise, becoming the master of the battlefield is
The moon in the water, the flower in the mirror!"
Taoist Mosquito is actually not completely sure whether Fang Yue can become the master of this battlefield. He can only say that he thinks there is about a 50% chance that Fang Yue can succeed and become the master of the battlefield of ten thousand races. Strength is not the only factor.
In ancient times, there were some amazingly talented people who tried to become the masters of this battlefield of thousands of races, but in the end they failed and failed! Fang Yue did not hesitate, and he quickly arranged an altar.
He recited sacrificial texts, and the sonorous words resonated with heaven and earth.
At the beginning, Fang Yue felt that this memorial poem was extremely long and difficult to pronounce, and he felt a little awkward when reciting it. However, as his chanting continued, when each syllable fell, Fang Yue felt as if there was a little
His body and soul were being beaten with hammers.
The consumption of mental energy is also increasing as time goes on.
The force of the beating also increased.
However, a hundred times of steel has been transformed into softness around the fingers.
This kind of beating is a rare tempering for Fang Yue! Fang Yue's cultivation has improved too fast, especially this flesh and blood clone has reached the level of
to this extent.
This rapid improvement in cultivation can easily leave a hidden danger.
When Fang Yue took the Pure Body Pill before, some of the impurities hidden in his body were tempered. Now, the beating with this small hammer is condensing the blood and qi in his body.
Originally, Fang Yue's blood and true energy were already full. Unless he improved his cultivation level and increased the room for improvement, he would not be able to improve his strength again in a short period of time! However, after being hit by this small hammer, it made him
The qi, blood and true energy in his body have been concentrated to about two-thirds of what they were before, once again giving him room for rapid improvement! This memorial text seems not to be a product of this civilized era at all, because Fang Yue is very sure that in his opinion,
Among the various schools of practice in Zhizhong, absolutely no school can produce such a small hammer through the resonance of syllables.
Fang Yue felt that if he guessed correctly, this should be an ancient sacrificial text. This battlefield of ten thousand races spans countless civilization eras and will last forever. Since this sacrificial text is the way to become the master of the battlefield of ten thousand races, it should also last forever.
There are so many things to save! There are almost ten thousand words.
After Fang Yue finished singing the sacrificial words, an ancient bronze altar appeared in front of him.
This bronze altar is one meter high and half a meter in diameter. It is stained with rust, and layers of patina are piled up, covering up the original appearance of the altar.
"Sacrifice all living beings and you will receive my reward!"
"Sacrifice the hero's soul and you will receive my award!"
A loud voice resounded in Fang Yue's sea of consciousness.
Fang Yue was so shocked that his whole head was buzzing.
This is the will that belongs to the battlefields of all races. It was awakened from its slumber by Fang Yue's sacrificial inscriptions and was ready to accept the sacrifice.
Only then did Fang Yue understand that there was no need for them to search hard for this sacrificial object. As long as they followed the will of the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield, they would naturally become the master of the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield.
Sacrificing sentient beings is easy to do.
There is no shortage of anything in this world except for living beings and strong men. If he goes back and captures some from the outside, he can become sacrifices and obtain the rewards of this battlefield of all races.
However, what he came to ask for this time was not the so-called reward, but the reward from the battlefield of all races.
Since this Ten Thousand Races Battlefield has its own independent will, the title of the owner of the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield that is passed down from word of mouth may not be appropriate.
The will of all races on the battlefield will never allow anyone to override itself.
The so-called master of the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield may actually be just a rewarded person on the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield!