God of Life and Death

When Fang Yue heard this, he raised his eyebrows slightly.

He is particularly sensitive and concerned about the two words Qiyun.

"Can this sub-battlefield still produce luck?"

The mosquito person nodded: "It is indeed possible! With luck, countless people have been researching since ancient times, and they have been in droves. The luck of ordinary people is not enough, only the real Tianjiao will have atmospheric luck accompanied by it. Some people will The quantification of Qi Luck, and even the study of the art of watching Qi, can tell the amount of Qi Luck of a person or even a group of people."

"For example, before, the Qi Luck in Yongfeng Town was about 100 units before, and it took about fifty Qi Luck for Zhonghe Jishu! Now there are 50 Qi Luck, but in Yongfeng Town Order is well-organized, talented people come out in large numbers, everyone has hope, everyone has sustenance, and the air luck in it can be born continuously, and a unit of air luck can naturally be born about every ten days! And you have it now. More than five units of air luck! But once you become the master of the sub-battlefield of the Ten Thousand Races battlefield, even the owner of the first-level sub-battlefield can divide the luck of ten units per day! These air luck can only turn bad luck into good luck. , It can turn danger into bargain, and even neutralize the calamity and resist the catastrophe!"

"However, the master of this sub-battlefield is not easy to be a master! You must be recognized by the will of the sub-battlefield before you can become the real master!"

The mosquito man looked at Fang Yue, his eyes were a little unbearable.

However, he had to do this for the plan of the League and the plan of the human race.

"The luck of ten units every day! What should I do if I want to become the master of the battlefield of ten thousand races?"

Fang Yue was surprised. He didn't expect that the real special resource produced by this ten thousand race battlefield turned out to be luck.

"You only need to sacrifice flesh and blood and recite a sacrificial text at the same time! This sacrificial text was obtained by the League of Nations at a very high price. The ordinary small clan does not have this sacrificial text at all, even if they occupy a million The sub-battlefield of the clan battlefield, ultimately cannot become the master of this battlefield!"

The words of the mosquito man touched Fang Yue's mind slightly.

He hesitated a little.

Luck is elusive and difficult to capture. It's not easy to add luck.

Buddhism, accumulating virtue and doing good, and dissolving bad karma for others, is just to add luck to oneself through cause and effect.

And to become the master of a battlefield is to get a lot of luck. It is too easy to obtain this power of luck!

Fang Yue had the lesson of being used as a bait last time, he didn't dare to believe the words of the mosquito man.

Fang Yue asked the little green snake in the communication body secretly.

"What the mosquito man said is the truth?"

"Being the master of the battlefield of ten thousand races does have various benefits, but the origin of the battlefield of ten thousand races is mysterious and weird, and runs through countless civilizations! This ten thousand race battlefield is as full of endless mystery and unknown as the Taiyin ancient mine, the master of the ten thousand race battlefield Everyone is a dragon and a phoenix among the people, the pride of heaven, but their ultimate fate is not good. They will encounter some strange things in their later years. Once in their youth, they became the master of a second-level battlefield of ten thousand races. Qi Luck successively seized opportunities and grew into a supreme being. However, he still never escaped the fate of the masters of the tens of thousands of battlefields. He died on a stormy night. His whole body evaporated out of thin air, and he has never been there since then. People have seen him!"

Little Green Snake's age is amazing, witnessing the rise and fall of several civilizations.

Its words made Fang Yue awake.

There has never been a free lunch at this time!

If you want to reap something that ordinary people can't get, you must pay a corresponding price. All this is normal.

It was just the attitude of the mosquitoes that made Fang Yue a little bit chilly.

If the mosquito person told Fang Yue about this matter, Fang Yue might not agree to become the master of this sub-battlefield.

Born in troubled times, every opportunity to improve his strength needs to be firmly grasped, Fang Yue can't guarantee that he can really live into his old age, when this strange change occurs.

When Fang Yue was struggling in his heart.

Mosquito Daoist hesitated and said: "In fact, becoming the master of this sub-battlefield also has some side effects. Legend has it that the masters of the sub-battlefield will encounter some weirdness in their later years. Some people say that they have overdrawn their future luck. Others say , This battlefield of ten thousand races is itself the source of the strangeness! The vast underworld contains endless strangeness! Most of the time, it is difficult for everyone to find the source of this strangeness and solve it!"

"Whether to become the master of this sub-battlefield, you choose yourself! In fact, being the master of the sub-battlefield is not something everyone can do! Only some special existence can be qualified as the master of the sub-battlefield!"

The mosquito person originally wanted to conceal the danger of becoming the master of the sub-battlefield.

But he and Fang Yue had a deep friendship, and in the end they did not deceive.

Fang Yue felt relieved when he heard the mosquito man's words.

In Fang Yue's heart, he was also unwilling to make a gap with the mosquito duct.

"Where can there be anything for nothing in this world! The change in the future lies in the calamity, and luck is the only weapon that can withstand the calamity! Even if you may face all kinds of weirdness in the future, you must first be able to live to that time, right? "

Fang Yue decisively chose to become the master of the division battlefield.

He is not a timid person.

What's more, Fang Yue vaguely felt that his coming to this sub-battlefield seemed to be a guide of some fate.

Hearing Fang Yue's words, Mosquito Dao Ren heaved a sigh of relief. It seemed that his kindness and intolerance did not affect the planning process of the League this time.

At the same time, the mosquito person was also vaguely uneasy. It seemed that this matter was not as simple and smooth as they expected.

The mosquito person handed the sacrificial text to Fang Yue.

Fang Yue read it roughly. The sacrificial text was long and complicated. When singing, every character's syllable must resonate with this battlefield!

Fang Yue finally understood why not everyone can become the master of this battlefield! The chanting of sacrificial texts consumes a lot of spiritual power, and even the cultivators of the sage level cannot be able to support the ordinary master realm.

And in this level of battlefield, only the creatures of the leader realm and below can set foot in it. This harsh condition also limits the candidates of this battlefield master to a certain extent.

"This chanting sacrificial text is just one part of becoming the master of the battlefield, and you need to continue to sacrifice during the singing process! The sacrifice of this sacrifice is up to you! Every sacrifice that becomes the master of the battlefield is actually Everyone is different, there are flesh and blood, elixirs, treasures, and even people use their own lifespan as a sacrifice! The sacrifice of this sacrifice must be able to attract the approval of the will of the battlefield, otherwise, becoming the master of the battlefield is The moon in the water, the flower in the mirror!"

The mosquito road man is actually not fully 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 becoming the master of the ten thousand race battlefield is not only a factor of strength.

In the ancient times, there were some amazing people who tried to become the masters of the battlefield of ten thousand races, but they ended up unsuccessfully!

Fang Yue didn't hesitate, he quickly arranged the next altar.

He recites the sacrificial text, sonorously resonating with heaven and earth.

At the beginning, Fang Yue felt that the sacrificial essay was extremely long and awkward, and felt a little awkward when reading, but as his singing continued, as the syllables fell, Fang Yue felt like there was a small His body and soul were hammered.

The consumption of mental power is constantly superimposed over time. The strength of that beating also increased.

However, Hundreds of Refining and Steel has become soft.

For Fang Yue, this beating was a rare tempering!

Fang Yue's cultivation base progressed too fast, especially this flesh and blood clone had reached this level in less than half a year. This kind of rapid improvement of cultivation level can easily leave a hidden danger.

Before Fang Yue took the Cui Body Pill, he had tempered some of the hidden impurities in his body, but now the beating of this small hammer was compacting the blood in his body.

Originally, Fang Yue's qi, blood and true qi were already full, unless it was to improve his cultivation level and increase the room for improvement, he would not be able to improve his strength again in a short time! However, after the hammer blow of this small hammer, the Qi, Blood and True Qi in his body were condensed to about two-thirds of the previous one, once again giving him room for rapid improvement!

This memorial text seems to be simply not a product of this civilized era, because Fang Yue is quite sure that there is absolutely no school among the various schools of practice he knows that can produce such a small hammer through the resonance of syllables.

Fang Yue felt that if he had not guessed wrong, this should be an ancient sacrificial text. This ten thousand race battlefield spans countless civilizations and will last forever. Since this sacrificial text is the way to become the master of the ten thousand race battlefield, it should be eternal. What's left!

The eloquence is almost ten thousand words.

After Fang Yue finished chanting the sacrificial text, an ancient bronze altar spontaneously emerged in front of him.

This bronze altar has a height of one meter and a diameter of half a meter. It is mottled with rust. Layers of patina are stacked, covering the original appearance of the altar.

"Sacrifice to all beings, you can get my reward!"

"Sacrifice to the heroic soul, you can get my award!"

A magnificent voice resounded in Fang Yue's sea of ​​knowledge.

Fang Yue was shocked to the point that his head was buzzing. This is the will that belongs to the battlefield of the ten thousand races. It was awakened from sleep by Fang Yue's sacrificial text to accept the sacrifice.

Only then did Fang Yue understand that this sacrifice did not need them to seek hard, as long as they followed the will of this ten thousand race battlefield, they would naturally become the master of this ten thousand race battlefield.

Offering sacrifices to all beings is easy to do.

There is no shortage of everything between this heaven and the earth, that is, there is no shortage of living beings, and there is no shortage of strong people. He can become a sacrifice by catching some from the outside and get the reward of this ten thousand race battlefield.

However, what he wanted this time was not a so-called reward, but a reward for the battlefield of ten thousand races.

Since this ten thousand race battlefield has its own independent will, the name of the owner of the ten thousand race battlefield that people say is probably not appropriate.

The will of the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield will never allow anyone to override itself.

The so-called master of the battlefield of ten thousand races is actually just the person who is rewarded in the battle of ten thousand races!