Chapter 2142: Sacrifice

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 luck since ancient times, and they are all following it. Ordinary people's luck is not enough, and only true geniuses will have great luck. Some people will The luck of the people has been quantified, and even the technique of observing qi has been developed, which can reveal 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 can be born continuously. About one unit of luck can be born naturally every ten days, and you have it now! The luck of more than five units! But once you become the master of a battlefield of all races, even the master of a first-level battlefield can distribute the luck of ten units every day! This 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! You must be recognized by the will of the battlefield to 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 a master who wants to become the master of the battlefield of all races do?"

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 sub-battlefields of the clan battlefield will eventually fail 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 a lesson 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 Taoist Mosquito 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. Once, when he was a boy, he became the master of a second-level battlefield of thousands of races. By luck, he gained opportunities one after another and grew into a supreme being. However, he still could not escape the fate of previous masters on the battlefield of all races. He died on a windy and rainy night. His whole person evaporated out of thin air, and he was never seen again from then on. People have seen him!"

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's just Taoist Mosquito's attitude that makes 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 is itself a source of weirdness! There are endless weirdness in this vast underworld! Most of the time, it is difficult for everyone to find the source of this weirdness and solve it!

"Whether you want to be 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 lie.

Fang Yue felt relieved when he heard what Master Mosquito said.

In Fang Yue's heart, he didn't want to create a gap between him 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 be able to survive until that time, right? "

Fang Yue decisively chose to become the master of the 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 fate.

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 if this matter was not as simple and smooth as they expected.

The mosquito Taoist handed the sacrificial document 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 inscriptions consumes a lot of mental energy, and ordinary cultivators at the leader level or even 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 chant is just one of the steps to become the master of the battlefield. You also need to continue to make sacrifices during the chanting process! 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, there are pills, there are treasures, and some people even use their own longevity as sacrifices! This sacrifice must be able to attract the recognition of the will of the battlefield, otherwise, becoming the master of the battlefield will be a challenge. 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 all races, but in the end they failed and failed!

Fang Yue did not hesitate, he quickly arranged the next 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... The hammer was beating his body and soul alike.

The consumption of mental energy is also increasing as time goes on. The force of the beating also increased.

However, the steel turned into softness around the fingers.

This kind of beating is a rare tempering for Fang Yue!

Fang Yue's cultivation progressed too fast, especially when this flesh and blood clone reached this level in less than half a year. 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 of this small hammer is condensing the qi and blood in his body.

Fang Yue's blood and true energy are already full. Unless he improves his cultivation level and increases the room for improvement, he will not be able to improve his strength again in a short time! However, after the hammer blow, the qi, blood and true energy in his body were concentrated to about two-thirds of the previous level, 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 among the various schools of practice he knows, there is absolutely no school that 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. Something to save!

It’s so eloquent that it can be said in 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 heroic 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 this Ten Thousand Races Battlefield, they would naturally become the master of this Ten Thousand Races Battlefield.

Sacrificing sentient beings is easy to do.

There is no shortage of anything in this world but no shortage of living beings or 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 is probably just a rewarded person on the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield!