Lou Xiaoyi asked himself that he could actually intercept these fortunes!
His current Luck Interception Group is no longer dead. After several upgrades, it is no longer necessary to kill the opponent in order to intercept the opponent's luck; but to do this, the opponent cannot be too powerful, and he cannot do it.
To completely intercept, completely extract all the opponent's luck, but only a part.
For example, now, when the other party reveals his luck outside his body, it is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for him.
But he didn't do that. His experience at Yuleiao Cliff told him that in the world of cultivation, things must be measured and measured. There are countless groups of luck like this in the universe, and he can't take them all in. In this way,
The idea is dangerous, and he should develop the habit of allowing others to possess the Luck Group.
Moreover, I am also afraid of alerting others!
If the grassland man has no bad intentions, his actions will be morally wrong; if there is a conspiracy, he may alert the other party without knowing anything.
It’s better to be quiet!
The sacrifice was still going on. He noticed that the nine monks with the luck group stopped when they had forced out more than 30% of their luck. The luck was carried away to distant places by the faith gathered by hundreds of thousands of grassland people. He did not know the so-called place.
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The grassland people are becoming more and more crazy, and their expressions of faith are becoming more and more intense, and may they be sent farther?
Lou Xiaoyi danced with the gradually crazy believers around him, hiding his luck, and also used the magic of divine concealment to minimize his cultivation! Concealing his cultivation in front of monks of the same realm is a difficult problem, but he can do it, as long as the distance is far enough
, there are enough believers, the atmosphere is mixed, and the shamans are focusing on their own things.
An hour later, there was a sudden mysterious fluctuation in the sky. Three rays of luck fell from the sky and landed on three of the eight sorcerers on the high platform. These three looked happy, while the other five looked disappointed.
This is the end of the so-called spring festival. Praying for the blessings of ordinary grassland people comes second, and planning one's own luck is the truth.
Lou Xiaoyi judged from this and probably understood a few things;
Luck can be transferred! The specific method is unknown!
Luck cannot be transferred at the grassland people's level, not even by the great witches and witch ancestors. Otherwise, there is no need for them to use such a large array. Why not just close the door?
This person who can transfer luck may be a certain force? A certain rare treasure? A certain totem? The level must be very high. At least he has no conclusion about it now, not even a guess.
The transfer of luck is not guaranteed. There is a problem with the success rate. Just like these witches now, they sent out nine luck groups to inexplicable places, but only three came back. Simply put, that is
There is only a 30% chance.
But what does it matter? Spring festivals happen every year. If you persevere, one day everyone will have good luck!
...More than half a year after coming to the grassland, this was the first time Lou Xiaoyi and Fang Zihui faced each other.
"You're still here? You haven't left? Just to monitor us?" Xiao Fang was angry in his heart, but fortunately, after having experience in the grassland, he has matured a lot.
"It's observation, protection, not surveillance. And I'm telling you good news now, I'm leaving!"
Fang Zihui realized something. He was not stupid. This young man's unreasonable behavior made him realize something.
"You were sent by the Taoist academy... It seems that my great ancestor Fang also had a person who entered Taoism, although it was not recorded in the family tree. Is this the reason?"
Lou Xiaoyi didn't comment and just gave him something as big as a button.
"Only you can crush this thing! If there is a threat to your life that you can't deal with, crush it!
This is your reward for promoting the Central Plains culture and has nothing to do with anything else!"
Fang Zihui saw him walking away and muttered in his heart, what danger could I be in?
But he still shouted thank you to the person who left! No matter how annoying the person was, if he could persist here for more than half a year and always protect him, this duty was respected, even though he didn't think it mattered.
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Lou Xiaoyi returned to Xiaoshan and continued the rhythm of his practice without rushing himself. He lived a very relaxed life.
But he still pays a little attention to the two aspects of news,
First, there is news from the East China Sea that Qianji Valley is under the custody of the Five Elements Sect. This is expected. The so-called cultivation world is like this. It will become a regular one as long as there is no force that can surpass the Five Elements Sect in the East China Sea. The winner takes all. , is the iron law of the world of cultivation!
The key is not this. According to reliable sources, the Five Elements Sect specifically borrowed a treasure from Sanqing in order to repair the underground spiritual machine in Qianji Valley, so as to reverse the negative impact that An Chaodong had on the Qianji Valley ground line.
In this regard, Xuanyuan Whip is beyond reach.
Another aspect is about the history of the grassland, starting from tens of thousands of years ago, the grievances and resentments of getting along with Xuanyuan in the Northern Territory.
He discovered that the grassland tribe was really a persevering race. They had been suppressed countless times over a long period of time, but Xuanyuan would cut the leeks every time. However, they never remembered the lesson. After eighteen hundred years, they would definitely revert to their old ways.
He could understand Xuanyuan's approach. The purpose of not annihilating this ethnic group was to provide a tough enough opponent for the sword cultivators in Xiaoshan. If the Northern Territory was too stable and peaceful, it might not be a good thing for the sword cultivators.
He also discussed this matter with Nan Zhenren,
"Uncle Master! This disciple has also been to the grassland for personal reasons. I always feel that the changes in the grassland people are a bit inexplicable? This is not in line with the character of the grassland people! Do you think they are holding back something bad? Do you have a big plan?"
Nan Zhenren nodded, "You can see this, you have some knowledge, that's good!
The grassland people are a group of wolves that I raise in Xuanyuan. When the wolves are at their peak, we will find excuses to weaken them! When they are weak, we don't mind giving them hundreds of years to recover!
When wolves change their behavior and learn to learn from humans, this is a sign of danger!"
Lou Xiaoyi was not surprised by Nan Zhenren's answer. He could think of things. It makes no sense for Zhenren Zhenjun who has been here for hundreds or thousands of years to think of it. It would be good to have psychological precautions. His problem is how to avoid revealing the luck problem. How to express your worries under the premise of!
"However, plots need to be supported by strength! Xuanyuan has developed to this point, and it can no longer be overthrown by conspiracy alone! Xiaoshan, the dome, and numerous high-level sword cultivators are the biggest guarantee for Xuanyuan!
It is difficult for the grassland people to penetrate. They never accept outsiders, but we don't need to worry about guessing. We only need to keep an eye on their high-level witchcraft groups. How many people have become great witches? How many people have become witch ancestors?
This is a red line, and when it crosses it, it’s the time for Xuanyuan to take action! So, you don’t actually need to worry about this!”
