At the same time, the cultivators praying devoutly at the altar heard the commotion around them and opened their eyes one after another, and then saw the different-colored halos of luck on each cultivator's head. "What's happening here?" "Yes, has this never happened before?" "So this is our luck halo, isn't it a blessing? Why are all our luck halos exposed?" After hearing this, everyone suddenly looked solemn. Every cultivator has his own luck, but they don’t want their luck aura to be exposed. What if others have bad intentions and rob them of their luck aura? Many cultivators suddenly turned pale with shock when they thought of this. "Isn't Master Liu trying to steal our luck?" One stone stirs up a thousand waves! Everyone looked shocked. "No way?" "I have participated in more than one blessing event, and my luck has indeed improved." "But now that I see everyone's aura of luck, why do I feel that things are not what I imagined?" There were whispers all around because they were afraid that they might misunderstand and disturb Liu Shikai, which would affect the prayer activities. However, the great elder of the Medicine Sect noticed that many cultivators were staring at Yu Liuxia's blue luck with greed in their eyes, and he became angry. The practitioner's luck halo is divided into seven levels, from weak to strong, and the colors are red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple. The next moment, the sound of the spiritual power he held directly reached Liu Shikai's ears. "Master Liu, what is going on?" Liu Shikai had been preparing to steal his luck, so he couldn't hear the sounds around him. Suddenly a sound came into his ears. He was startled and his eyes opened subconsciously. When he saw the condition of the altar, his face suddenly turned pale with shock. Exposed! Who is it, who has exposed all their luck auras? Liu Shikai immediately thought of Ye Feiran, but felt that she did not have the ability. However, now is not the time to explore. Now that he has been exposed, he must seize the last opportunity to steal luck. At the same time, he also decided in his heart that when the theft was successful, he would leave the Nightless City immediately, because the practitioners of the Nightless City would not let him go. Liu Shikai, the great elder of the Medicine Sect, did not answer. He quickly made the seals with his hands, urging those little stars to enter the practitioner's sea of consciousness. However, no matter what, the little bits and pieces scattered on the cultivators remained motionless. Liu Shikai was shocked, what happened? At this moment, Si Xuan's voice clearly reached the ears of every cultivator at the altar. "These little stars will enter your sea of consciousness later and steal your luck." Hearing this, the cultivator on the altar was shocked and subconsciously looked at the stars around him. "Who is speaking?" Si Xuan naturally did not answer, because some things can only be believed by personal experience, so now it is up to them to make their own choice. At the same time, his previous seal also became invalid, and everyone could no longer see the halo of luck, nor could they see the stars around them. What's going on? "Where's the luck halo? Why can't I see it again?" Do they believe Liu Shikai, or do they believe that strange voice? The practitioners in the Nightless City are all in a dilemma, because they have really participated in many blessing activities, and their luck has really increased. The cultivators outside the Nightless City were very cautious and chose to trust Si Xuan. What's more, even if praying for blessings could really enhance luck, they wouldn't be able to share much with so many cultivators. In short, don’t be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the unexpected. After Liu Shikai on the altar realized that they really couldn't see the aura of luck, he quickly made a few more seals with his hands. The stars finally moved and rushed into the practitioner's sea of consciousness. Regarding these little bits and pieces, naturally there are practitioners who choose to resist, and there are also practitioners who do not believe in evil. When the time comes, those little stars will float out from the cultivator's sea of consciousness. The color of the bits and pieces that have not stolen their luck will not change, while the bits and pieces that have stolen their luck will change to the corresponding color. Liu Shikai's face suddenly changed when he saw that the color of half of the stars had not changed, but the next moment he thought that he no longer had to give part of his luck to the city that never sleeps, and he became happy again. He suddenly opened his hands, seemingly thanking God for the blessing, but in fact he was preparing to absorb the stolen luck. biqubao.com At this moment, Si Xuan made another move. I saw him making several more seals with his hands, and everyone could see the luck again, but this time it was not a halo of luck, but wisps of luck in different colors. At this moment, these fortunes were rapidly gathering towards Liu Shikai. "Hey, we can see it again. Is this our luck?" "Why did all our luck fly to Liu Shikai? Is he really not praying for blessings, but robbing us of our luck?" At this time, those practitioners finally recognized the facts. "Damn it, Liu Shikai is robbing us of our luck under the guise of praying for blessings!" "Quick, stop this bastard and get our luck back." "How to get it back?" "Ignore this for now, let's stop Liu Shikai first. As long as it is not absorbed by Liu Shikai, we will definitely have a way to get it back!" I don't know who said this, and a group of cultivators swarmed up to stop Liu Shikai. Liu Shikai was unwilling to miss the luck that was so close at hand, and the speed of absorption increased to the fastest in his life. Just when he was about to absorb the first ray of luck, he was kicked away. At the same time, Si Xuan made several seals with both hands, and then the luck in the air condensed into a ball of luck light, which was colorful and looked quite beautiful. Liu Shikai fell to the ground and vomited blood, but he did not give up. When he saw the Luck Light Ball, he felt excited, and then he nimbly avoided the attacks of other practitioners and flew towards the Luck Light Ball. When the surrounding cultivators saw the lucky light ball, they felt greedy in their hearts, so some of the cultivators flew towards the lucky light ball, intending to absorb the lucky light ball like spiritual energy. The result is of course useless. This group of cultivators immediately increased their hatred value, and other cultivators who were ready to move stopped moving when they saw that they could not absorb it. Liu Shikai desperately wanted to get close to the lucky ball of light, but how could the angry cultivator give him a chance, so he was beaten into a mess and seriously injured after a while. But even so, he still didn't want to give up the lucky light ball. It's a pity that in the end he could only watch the lucky ball of light go further and further away, and then accidentally fell into Ye Feiran's hands. Ye Feiran was also shocked when she saw the lucky light ball flying towards her. When the lucky light ball fell, she subconsciously reached out to catch it.
March, early spring. A corner in the eastern part of Nanhuangzhou. The hazy sky was gray and black, showing heavy depression, as if someone had spilled ink on the rice paper, and the ink soaked into the sky and blurred out the clouds. The clouds overlapped and merged with each other, spreading out streaks of crimson lightning, accompanied by rumbling thunder. It's like the roar of gods, echoing in the world. ,. Blood-colored rain, with sadness, falls into the mortal world. The earth was hazy, and there was a ruined city, silent and lifeless in the dim red rain of blood. The city is in ruins and everything is withered. Collapsed houses can be seen everywhere, as well as blue-black corpses and pieces of meat, like broken autumn leaves, silently withering. The streets that used to be bustling with people are now desolate. The sandy dirt road that used to be bustling with people is no longer noisy now. Only blood and mud mixed with minced meat, dust, and paper were left, indistinguishable from each other, which was shocking. Not far away, a broken carriage was stuck deep in the mud, full of sadness. Only an abandoned rabbit doll hung on the shaft, swaying in the wind. The white fluff has long been soaked into wet red, full of eerieness. The turbid eyes seemed to have some residual resentment, looking lonely at the mottled rocks in front of them. There, a figure was lying down. This was a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, his clothes were torn and covered with dirt, and he had a broken leather bag tied around his waist. The young man squinted his eyes and remained motionless. The biting cold penetrated his worn coat from all directions and spread throughout his body, gradually taking away his body temperature. But even though the rain fell on his face, he didn't blink, staring coldly into the distance like an eagle. Following his gaze, he saw a skinny vulture gnawing on the carrion of a wild dog, seven or eight feet away from him, observing the surroundings vigilantly from time to time. It seems that in this dangerous ruins, if there is the slightest movement, it will instantly rise into the sky. The young man is like a hunter, patiently waiting for the opportunity. After a long time, the opportunity came, and the greedy vulture finally buried its head completely into the belly of the wild dog. ,,. ,.
