What a cheat! No wonder many people came to the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races but did not become its masters.
The taste of this battlefield of ten thousand races is so tricky that it is really difficult for ordinary people to satisfy it.
However, the essence of this so-called heroic spirit is also a soul, but this kind of soul is powerful and pure. What the battlefield of all races needs may be the power of the soul instead of the heroic spirit! According to this idea, it is almost smooth to follow Fang Yue! This other thing
No, the power of the soul is easy to find! In order to verify his guess, Fang Yue put ten drops of the fifth-turn soul liquid on the altar.
Sure enough, the altar glowed and swallowed up the soul liquid in an instant! "The power of the soul sacrificed is of excellent quality. I am rewarded as the gatekeeper of the Eastern Battlefield 1023 and gains one hundred thousandth of the original authority of this battlefield!"
The loud voice echoed in Fang Yue's mind again.
Fang Yue could vaguely feel that there were strands of invisible power in the void converging towards his body! Fang Yue guessed that this invisible power was the so-called power of luck! But what he obtained
The authority of Ten Thousand Races Battlefield is too low, and the rate of increase of this source of power is extremely slow.
"Sure enough, my guess is correct. What this battlefield of ten thousand races needs is not heroic spirits, but the power of souls. What it wants from heroic spirits is just to extract the power of souls. And the soul liquid I sacrificed is ready in one step, and it should be more powerful."
I am welcomed by the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield, but after struggling for a long time, I just got the position of gatekeeper of the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield. This kind of relationship is just like guarding the gate!"
Fang Yue was a little speechless. This battlefield of ten thousand races was really snobbish. If the quality and quantity of the soul liquid to be sacrificed were not enough, they would only give out a few permissions.
"Fang Yue, did you succeed?"
The mosquito Taoist could feel that Fang Yue's aura changed significantly after the sacrifice.
Before, Fang Yue had no connection with this battlefield of thousands of races, but after the sacrifice, Fang Yue became much more harmonious with this battlefield, and even felt like they were one and the same.
"It's considered a success!"
Fang Yue nodded.
"I didn't expect that you could really become the master of this battlefield of all races. In that case, I will teach you the method of watching and plundering luck!"
Taoist Mosquito handed a small golden piece of paper to Fang Yue.
There is a trace of pure spiritual imprint entrusted on the piece of paper.
Fang Yue read the information in this spiritual imprint, and it was clear that there were hundreds of ways to watch luck, plunder luck, and accumulate luck.
"This "Book of Destiny" is a book written by the human race at the beginning of this civilization. It contains the essence of wisdom of seven supreme powerhouses! Although it is not a skill, its value is far beyond
A general technique at the supreme level! If you have time, you can study torture in detail. This fate and calamity are opposite, and the two can neutralize each other!"
After Fang Yue completely digested the spiritual imprint, the small piece of golden paper spontaneously ignited without fire and turned into ashes.
This thing can only be passed down once. Once the inheritance is completed, this inherited thing will disappear and cease to exist.
Fang Yue quickly mastered the most basic technique of fortune-telling in the "Book of Heavenly Luck". He was able to observe a person's luck through spiritual perception.
Fang Yue measured it a little and found that the Qi Luck of this Taoist Mosquito was about three units, which was not as strong as the Qi Luck he had.
But it's no wonder that the mosquito Taoist has been hit hard and narrowly escaped death. He is still at the lowest point in his life and has not even recovered from his prime.
It is normal for this luck not to be strong enough.
The luck that Ten Thousand Races Battlefield provides him can reach about one percent of a unit every day, which means it will take him a hundred days to increase one unit's luck! "The original power of Ten Thousand Races Battlefield has too little control.
It’s indeed a problem!”
Fang Yue muttered to himself, and then he took out another hundred drops of fifth-turn soul liquid and put it on the altar to sacrifice to the battlefield of all races.
A layer of faint golden light emerged from the arena, and the enveloping soul liquid disappeared in an instant.
"Sacrifice and work hard to grant one ten thousandth of the original authority to this battlefield!"
The roaring voice in Fang Yue's mind sounded again.
His original authority has been increased again.
The increase in source authority caused the amount of luck instilled into the body by Ten Thousand Races Battlefield to instantly increase by a full tenfold! Fang Yue could feel the increase in his own luck even without the use of qi-gazing techniques.
However, Fang Yue's identity is still the gatekeeper of this battlefield.
This makes Fang Yue a little depressed! "I seem to be compatible with this battlefield and can mobilize some hidden benefits in this battlefield! There are actually three treasures in this battlefield that have not been opened.
These three treasures continuously produce resources. These three resources are extremely rare in the underworld! One of them involves the improvement of cultivation!"
Fang Yue closed his eyes, and the entire battlefield was reflected in his mind.
Every detail in this sub-battlefield is under his control.
Fang Yue's soul and spiritual thoughts are already powerful, but after obtaining the original authority of 11/100,000 in this battlefield, his spiritual thoughts in the battlefield are even sharper and at least twice as strong as before! The strength of this battlefield is
The biggest effect of the source authority now is the bonus to Fang Yue's strength. With part of the source authority assigned to the battlefield, Fang Yue is at least twice as powerful as before! "Resources that can improve cultivation?
There are many kinds of resources in the underworld..." Mosquito Taoist disagreed.
"What if we could directly create a strong person in the Yin and Yang realm?"
Fang Yue showed a proud smile.
"The peak of each realm will trap a large number of powerful people! There is also a threshold from the heaven and earth realm to the yin and yang realm! There are billions of practitioners of the heaven and earth realm in the human race who are trapped at the peak of the realm, unable to break through.
The level of Yin and Yang realm lasts until death, but there is a special resource in this battlefield of all races - Yin and Yang Ten Thousand Spirits Liquid, which contains the power of reconciliation of Yin and Yang. Generally, practitioners at the level of Heaven and Earth realm only need to take a drop of it orally.
It allows practitioners at the peak of the Heaven and Earth Realm to have a 90% chance of breaking through to the Yin and Yang Realm. If they take two drops, they will almost 100% be able to step into the Yin and Yang Realm!"
Fang Yue just finished speaking.
The mosquito Taoist was just stunned.
"How much can this Yin Yang Wanling Liquid be produced every day?"
"If there is no human intervention, about a thousand drops of Yin-Yang Spiritual Liquid can be produced naturally every day! If I use all the source power I have now to catalyze it, I can produce about five thousand drops of Yin-Yang Spiritual Liquid!"
In addition to strengthening Fang Yue's cultivation power, this source authority can also be used to accelerate the production of special resources! "Five thousand yin and yang spirit liquids every day means that the human race can give birth to 5,000 more yin and yang realm practitioners every day."
Those who! After breaking into Yin and Yang, there is actually no big bottleneck from the first level of Yin and Yang to the ninth level of Yin and Yang. They can generally practice to the level of the peak of Yin and Yang. Even if they cannot break into the level of the leader, they can still do it.
The human race has added a lot of fighting power! More importantly, when the creatures make breakthroughs and realize self-transformation, a lot of luck will be born to feed back the race!"
The reason why the Mosquito Taoists collect the geniuses of the human race to help them achieve a successful breakthrough is also a very important reason why they want to use the luck of their breakthrough to make the human race prosper forever! "In addition, the other two special resources are also very rare.
They are fallen leaf rock and ten-thousand-year stalactite. This fallen leaf rock is necessary for practitioners who practice the path of earth to forge armors and weapons, while ten-thousand-year stalactite can be used to quickly restore the consumed energy!
"
Fang Yue briefly introduced the other two special resources.
Special resources are small in quantity but have great effects. Their prices are much higher than most resources of the same level on the market! No wonder all the races are desperately fighting for this battlefield of all races. The special resources produced in this battlefield
The resources are indeed extremely attractive. This is a sub-battlefield of the lowest first-level battlefield of all races. If you encounter a second-level battlefield or even a third-level battlefield, the resources produced in it will probably be even more amazing.
"These resources will be limited to Yongfeng Town! The human race has the right to purchase the rest of the resources in secret. Of course, all of this cannot be put on the surface. On the surface, the relationship between me and the Human League is still stiff."
Fang Yue smiled and said to Master Mosquito.
Becoming the master of this battlefield of thousands of races gave Fang Yue an endless source of wealth.
This made Fang Yue feel extremely at ease.
"It's natural!"
Master Mosquito gave Fang Yue a knowing smile.
It is a happy thing for the human race to have one more first-level battlefield of all races. Although this battlefield of all races is in the hands of Fang Yue, it is far better than falling into the hands of strong men from other ethnic groups! "Actually,
The secrets of this Ten Thousand Races battlefield are far more than just these sub-battlefields. There are also a large number of open spaces on the edges of the sub-battlefields.
There are many ruins in these open spaces, and the Phantom Star ruins you occupied before are just one of them! The space in this gap zone is huge, even more than the combined space of dozens of secondary battlefields! It is said that there are hidden things hidden in it.
There are endless mysteries, and there are even super strong people who have been sleeping since the last civilization era and have never awakened! Some ethnic groups want to wake up these super strong people, especially the strong ones in their own ethnic group. These strong people not only master powerful battles,
He also possesses the ancient civilization’s inheritance of skills and various secret techniques!”
Mosquito Taoist began to confuse Fang Yue.
Fang Yue thought of some powerful beings he had encountered before! For example, the Immortal Dao Lord back then, and Xuan Gu, all of them had mysterious identities, even if they were not super powerful people born in the previous civilization era.
He is definitely a super strong man born at the beginning of this civilization era! "The battlefield of all races is an extremely dangerous place, but it is also a place where geniuses rise, and a place of treasures! As long as young people can grasp it well, there will always be
There will be huge gains!”
Lin Mu was already very satisfied that Fang Yue was able to occupy a first-level battlefield! He added a more significant touch to the layout of the human race.
It’s not that easy for all the races to join forces to take down the giant wooden city! The races arranged Zhou Xiang, but the human race also left enough backup! In a gap on the battlefield of the races, there was a pale palm in a low tomb.
He stretched out slowly and opened his five fingers suddenly, as if he had used all his strength! The rich death energy suddenly spread on the palm of his hand.