"This old decay can be seen, Xiaoyou is a jealous person, chance and luck are suppressed by heaven's will, and the condensation of supernatural powers depends on understanding and chance.

Therefore, in the normal way, the success rate of Xiaoyou's condensation of supernatural powers is much lower than that of other monks.

If the little friend needs it, the old man is willing to share the experience of cultivating a single supernatural power with you, hoping to give the little friend some reference. Penetrating the faint thought in the white eyebrows' eyes, the old panda said sincerely.

With my luck at the moment, unless I get out of this realm, I will always be suppressed by Providence. Specializing in a single supernatural power may also be a path...... Nodding, Bai Mei bowed to the old panda: "In this way, there are seniors." ”

"Between you and me, you don't have to be so polite. Take me back and sort it out, and I'll hand over my thoughts to you. Smiling and waving his hand, the old panda slowly got up, said goodbye to Bai Mei, and left the sect master's hall!

After the old panda left the main hall, Bai Mei sat alone in the main hall, his qi and blood surged into his eyes, and a red golden light flashed.

Slightly raised his head to look at the top of his head, an obscure and turbid light yellow air column stood on Bai Mei's body, the slender and incomplete air column seemed to be strangled by an invisible big hand, and from time to time there was a light yellow breath floating from afar that wanted to join the air column, but it was bounced away by an invisible force.

The physical body entered the realm of blood pills, and while the body functions were constantly strengthened, Bai Mei's eyes also began to be able to see some things other than matter.

Among them is this ethereal pillar of luck.

Qi luck, that is, the general term for qi number or fate, even in this bizarre world, monks who can fly to the sky and move mountains and reclaim the sea. Although I have an understanding of the wonders of luck, I don't know much about it. Even if there is no specific secret method, even if it is a Jindan-level power, it is impossible to see the true fortune of a person.

Only a monk like Bai Mei who has the body of the Blood Pill Realm, his eyes began to give birth to a miracle under the transformation of the power in the depths of the bloodline. can see what the luck that controls the fate of a person's life is like.

The luck of ordinary people is thin and thin, unless it is a natural nobleman, otherwise the luck of ordinary mortals will be thin like a thin cloud, shrouded above people's heads.

Only after cultivating the avenue and building the foundation has been achieved. A person's luck will gather into a pillar under the action of the Great Dao.

Looking at his ruined pillar of luck, his white eyebrows moved. This is the case with the sky, although it is impossible to directly carry out a substantive attack on Bai Mei, but as long as Bai Mei is still in this world, some deep-seated obstacles will never be able to prevent Bai Mei.

This includes suppressing the luck of the white eyebrows.

As the king of the southern Xinjiang of the human race, the lord of Shu Mountain, he has made countless great achievements for the human race, and the white eyebrows admired by all the people, the pillar of luck should be a piece of Linghong, showing the image of the python dragon taking off.

But at this moment, under the deliberate suppression of Heaven's will, Bai Mei's luck not only did not become more prosperous, but became more and more sluggish and shrunk.

The luck gathered for various reasons was bounced away by the providence, and the luck itself continued to shrink under the suppression of the providence.

This caused Bai Mei's pillar of luck to be shattered to this point, and even the most ordinary foundation building monks were far from being able to compare.

Retracting his gaze from the pillar of luck, Bai Mei's thoughts moved, and two volumes of books with a mysterious aura slowly appeared in front of Bai Mei.

Mystic Sword Codex: Choose one of the volumes and the other disappears!

This Mysterious Sword Book is one of several rewards for Bai Mei's main quest to complete the Lock Demon Tower......

Birth/Death

His gaze swayed back and forth on the two different fonts on the two volumes, the meaning of the two words of life and death was too huge, and after Bai Mei's gaze lingered several times, he finally stopped at the sword dictionary engraved with the word extinction.

Reaching out and picking up the scroll of the Sword Dictionary of Destroying Words, another sword dictionary with new words disappeared suddenly.

Holding the sword dictionary in his hand, Bai Mei could clearly feel the strange power contained in this sword dictionary, which was different from any of Bai Mei's previous contacts, and it was very unique. It's also ...... Uncanny.

Slowly unfolding the sword code in his hand, a layer of gray light shone on Bai Mei's cheeks

......

In the third year of the war between the demon clan and the Yin soil at the same time, the demon clan battlefield was greatly delayed because the king of southern Xinjiang, Baimei, bravely infiltrated the land of the demon clan and blew up the altar of the demon clan, which caused the demon clan's plan to annex Zuzhou was greatly delayed, giving the imperial court time to recruit forces from Kyushu, after the large forces of Zuzhou, Yunzhou, and Xuanzhou arrived.

The Terran counterattack began, and tens of millions of Terran troops poured out of the Liaoshui defense line like a tide, fighting with the demon army for nearly eight months, and recaptured nearly sixty percent of the lost land in Zuzhou.

The remaining forty percent have turned into demons because of the expansion method of the demon clan, and they have been swallowed by the demon clan and cannot be recovered for the time being. However, even so, the Terrans on the frontal battlefield can be regarded as recovering their decline, leaning on the defensive line, and began to build a large number of fortifications and formations.

And the Yin Earth battlefield on the other side is not so optimistic compared to the demon clan's side.

At the end of the second year of the Great War, the Yin Earth side openly tore up the rule that the two clans did not use Jindan-level forces to intervene in the battlefield again, and secretly sent three Jindan to attack a place where the Terran army was stationed, resulting in the slaughter of two million Terran troops in one hour, and the entire garrison valley was flattened with blood and corpses.

After this battle, the ugly face of the Yin Land side was completely revealed, and all kinds of indiscriminate schemes took turns, completely ignoring the revenge of the Terran Jindan, completely leaving the lives of ordinary soldiers in the Yin Land behind, and using the Jindan to fight to the death with the Terran for the expansion of hundreds of miles.

As a result, under such a frenzied attack of the Yin Earth, the defense line of the Southern Land began to collapse, and until the middle of the third year, sixty and a half of the southern regions had fallen into the hands of the Yin Earth, and the offensive of the Yin Land was still not half a little sluggish.

In the Nine Passes of the Terran Clan, hundreds of Jin Dan gathered together to discuss the war and military reports in the south.

When it was the turn of the question to suppress the wanton sneak attack of the Yin Soil without any rules, hundreds of Jin Dan exploded at once, and most of the Jin Dan shouted angrily that they were going to attack the Yin Earth army and return the favor with their own way!

But at the same time, there are a lot of wise and thoughtful, calm and objective Jin Dan thinks that if you sneak attack me like this, my sneak attack on you is not a solution.

After all, the Terrans have always fought locally, and the rear supplies are endless, which is much easier than the Yin Land of cross-border invasion, and the battlefield is still in the south at this moment.

The Terrans should be fighting a tug-of-war with the Netherlands rather than a war of attrition.

A war with a million troops at every turn is no better than a battle between two people, and a real war is not only about the consumption of each other, but also about the pull of the battlefield and the enemy.

Being able to pull out enough space in a limited battlefield to exhaust the enemy is the real tactical, strategic, and battlefield