Luck really exists, but no one knows what it is, but luck can change people's luck, and there was once a profound experience of a machine in the body of a strong person.

That person is also the number one person in the starry sky, his magic power is closely related to luck, and there may be no large-scale movements, but he can often invisibly extract the enemy's luck, without the blessing of luck, even if the gap in cultivation is huge, it can be shortened to the maximum.

And after this Divine Emperor Recipe is complete, what is needed is this luck that cannot be seen or understood, and Ye Feng, who is an outsider, is also extremely puzzled at the moment.

"This Longtan Tiger's Den was accidentally found by me when I was in the fugue, and I originally wanted to wait for me to return to my cultivation when I came out of the tower, but I didn't expect that my cultivation had been fully restored, and this treasure land happened to be idle. ”

Ye Tutian muttered softly, this Longtan Tiger's Den is a high-grade treasure cave in Feng Shui, avoiding its edge, revealing the existence of great opportunities in danger, the richness of luck is beyond imagination, and he has long known that Ye Feng's cultivation is the God Emperor's decision, and it just so happens that he needs luck, so he will give the Longtan Tiger's Den to Ye Feng.

"Luck, in ancient times, was extremely rich, but after the starry sky broke, it dissipated a lot, and the dead father of the plastic dead clan forcibly withdrew most of the luck, which made it possible for the clansmen of the seven gods to continue, ten thousand years, in these endless years, she is still ......"

When Ye Tutian spoke, the light in his pupils flickered, with a slight sense of melancholy, his breathing was disordered, and there was a golden liquid flowing in the meridians of his body, filled with blood.

"Who the hell is she?"

Ye Feng had a puzzled look on his face, and he saw some emotional fluctuations in the eyes of his distant ancestor.

"Don't mention it, when you cultivate to become a god emperor, you may find the answer. ”

Ye Tutian sighed inexplicably, and then left this place with Ye Ren without looking back, under the wave of his big sleeve, a thick shield appeared in the sky and the earth, and it would not disappear before Ye Feng went out, with the cultivation of the two of them, no one could break the strength of this shield, and Ye Feng was also absolutely safe.

When the two of them left, Ye Feng's heart gradually calmed down, his complexion did not fluctuate, and the moment he sat cross-legged, the complete technique of the Divine Emperor Jue appeared in his mind again.

"The cause of the past, the effect of this life, has no beginning and no end, and what can it be. ”

"Come in a hurry, go in a hurry, only sorrow, full of many. ”

At the end of this Divine Emperor Formula, two obscure words made Ye Feng have a slight strange fluctuation, and his intuition told him that in the Ye family, in this Divine Emperor Formula, there were definitely secrets that had not been solved.

"Perhaps, after my exercises are thoroughly cultivated, I will be able to find the true secret of this Ye family. ”

Ye Feng closed his eyes deeply, he looked at the true meaning of the Divine Emperor Recipe that appeared out of thin air in his mind, and began to think carefully, since this place is where the luck is, then when cultivating, the luck will enter the body with the Yuan Force, which also saves the step of extracting the luck.

According to the previous way, Ye Feng began to operate the Divine Emperor Technique, and the surrounding vitality was permeated, turning into an air current, and it came closely around his direction, as if it had turned into a substance, forming a mist, flowing down his mouth and nose, and diffusing into it.

After today's body, Yuan Li is the conventional mode of operation, wandering in the body meridians, trickling like water, surging, and invisibly, removing a lot of impurities, of course, there is also a little invisible luck, running through the body.

Time passed quietly at his fingertips, but Ye Feng's cultivation progress was unusually slow, the main reason was that Ye Feng did not find the mystery of this Divine Emperor Technique, every time it was transformed, it would cause severe pain, as if the bones were broken and the meridians were broken.

Ye Feng didn't care much about these pains, but the degree of failure of the transformation had increased greatly, and until three days later, there was no progress at all.

"Qi luck is enough, the three kinds of Yuan Force have been satisfied, and the rest is not too important, but according to the previous exercises, it seems that there is no effect on transforming Yuan Force into Source Qi at all. ”

Ye Feng's face was gloomy, the bones and meridians of his whole body appeared numb and swollen, if he experienced the transformation just now, his body was afraid that it would explode, if it wasn't for Ye Feng's return of the source qi into the clan emblem after a while, this result would have already happened.

"Yuan Li and Source Qi, it seems to be the same sound but different words, but the gap between the two is like a chasm, how to transform it into a majestic and continuous source qi?"

Ye Feng was full of thoughts, in his heart, the desire for source qi was also extremely great, he could feel that the distant ancestor Ye Tutian and the ancestor Ye Renmad had long since lost the trace of Yuan Li, and the magic power that could be used at will would destroy the heavens and the earth, and that was the source qi that he had loved for a long time.

"The eight-pulse god is endless, and all things are the beginning, but this word is a little too profound. ”

In his thoughts, Ye Feng tried several different ways of cultivating, but unfortunately each time he failed, and after experiencing these several failures, the attachment of Ye Feng's meridians and bones greatly increased, if he failed again, the consequences would reach an unimaginable level.

"Perhaps, you can find some clues from those memory fragments. ”

Ye Feng sighed softly, sinking into his thoughts, and when he was engrossed, he once again saw the fragments of memory derived from the Divine Emperor Jue after it was complete.

Countless fragments of memories seem to be the scenes that Ye Feng has experienced, he randomly selected a piece and put it into his heart, but unfortunately, in the moment he was immersed, strange phenomena appeared.

This is still the same altar, a fragmented corpse, bloody, shocking, and unbearable to look at.

It's just that his vitality is not completely dead, after enduring countless pains and tortures, he is still dying, such an encounter, I am afraid that no one in the world can bear it, this person's will is shocking, Ye Feng is ashamed of himself.

"And ...... Hopefully......"

"If there really is, how can you let the people suffer in vain......"

The voices full of years came faintly in an inexplicable direction, giving people a very mysterious feeling, and even mixed with inexplicable sighs.

"Madman, madman, you have created a god with your body, blessing thousands of generations, this is your fate, a fate that cannot be escaped......"

When Ye Feng was looking for the answer in the memory fragments, a strange voice suddenly appeared out of thin air in his mind!

"Crazy!"