Chapter 416

The thing that took away other people's luck, Yan Qingrong really hadn't done it before.

But he has been in the fairy world for more than two hundred years, and even if he hasn't done it, he has heard a lot of this kind of thing.

He naturally knew what to do to take away the luck of the other party.

However, if it is according to Guo Yang's previous method, it will definitely not work, that method is not only too slow and time-consuming, but also not suitable for their current situation.

Yan Qingrong threw the princess of the underworld at his feet, and the princess of the underworld regained her breath, slumped on the ground, coughed violently, and her little face was so white that there was no blood.

Yan Qingrong is not afraid of what small actions Wen Tian will make, anyway, his 'master' is still in his hands, if Wen Tian dares to do something, he can definitely kill Song Chichi's little ghost in the first time.

Thinking like this, Yan Qingrong no longer cared about the princess of the underworld at his feet, his hands quickly sealed, and pieces of spirit stones flew out of his fingertips and landed on the formation he had laid out, forming an eye of the formation.

He used his immortal power to lay out a formation in front of him based on the spirit stone, and the center of the formation was a spirit stone that was a little larger than the one placed around, and the quality was excellent.

After arranging this formation, Yan Qingrong said to Wen Tian: "Come here, use your heart's blood to drop on this." ”

Hearing this, Wen Tian only hesitated for a few seconds, and then walked directly towards that formation.

As soon as he walked into the formation, he felt an extremely suppressive force rushing towards him.

When he approached, this formation was directly activated, and the spirit stones emitted light, and each spirit stone seemed to have life, as if it had come to life, and the power gathered into it formed an encirclement around Wen Tian, and they kept rotating around Wen Tian, as if they were waiting for his next move.

This is a conversion array.

As long as he forced out the most important blood in the human body, dripped it on the spirit stone in the center of that array of eyes, and then used Yan Qingrong's own strength as a medium to transform it, he could convert the luck in his body.

Wen Tian recognized it immediately.

Although he was late in Tianxuanmen, he liked to read all kinds of allusions very much, and he had seen this formation in an ancient book, but this formation was forbidden before.

Whether it is a human or an immortal, they all agree that stealing the luck of others is an extremely immoral thing, so this formation is forbidden, and it is one of the forbidden formations.

Wen Tian glanced at Yan Qingrong, and felt more and more dislike for the immortals in his heart.

This is their Tianxuanmen's uncle and ancestor, who is obviously a respected predecessor who should be high, but now he is just a sanctimonious villain.

If he didn't have this mind, he naturally wouldn't have understood this formation.

The only bit of yearning for immortals in his heart was completely exhausted, if cultivating immortals was to cultivate immortals like him, he might as well be an ordinary person.

"Hurry up!" Yan Qingrong urged impatiently.

A touch of disdain flashed in Wen Tian's eyes, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and used the power in his body from his limbs and internal organs to his chest little by little, and used his own strength to force out a drop of essence blood.

Essence blood is the origin of human qi, and the loss of essence blood is a huge consumption of the origin of the human body, not to mention the blood in the heart.

But for Wen Tian, the so-called luck, that kind of ethereal thing, he doesn't care at all, if there is no it, there is no it, the master has said before that cultivation not only depends on talent, but also on one's own efforts.

He believed that even if he didn't have that so-called luck, he would never let his cultivation fall behind!

A drop of bright red blood spit out from Wentian's mouth, the drop of blood was so red that it was a little oozing, Yan Qingrong's eyes lit up when he saw the blood.

At his strength, he naturally understands more things than others, and when he sees this drop of blood, he can keenly feel the pure origin power from that drop of blood!