At this moment, Si Mingyu was only shocked except shock, the person in front of him at this moment was the sword immortal in the story of cultivating immortals, and the main hall he was in was the cave of mythological stories.

It took him a while to recover, get up and ask, "May I ask what you need me to do when you come to me today?" ”

He knows very well that even if it is a brother and sister, the descendants of both sides have no feelings after three generations, not to mention that this ancestor and himself have been separated by an unknown number of generations. Besides, it can be seen from the other party's indifferent eyes that the so-called taking care of his younger brother's descendants is more of a habit, just like raising flowers and grass.

So he didn't think that this ancestor would meet him if he was fine, and to put it mildly, Si Mingyu felt that he was not qualified enough to know the existence of the other party.

"Something did find you."

As he spoke, another ball of light flew out of his fingertips and entered Si Mingyu's forehead, which was more time-saving and labor-saving than words.

It turns out that whether it is becoming a god or becoming an immortal, or cultivating the truth, talent is of course necessary, and acquired hard work is also indispensable, but those who can succeed are people with great luck.

In layman's terms, I also buy lottery tickets every day, why is he the one who wins?

A planet's resources are limited, aura is limited, and luck is also limited. Although the aura of the ancient gods and the aura of the ancient immortals is precious, it cannot be used by mortals and does not affect the operation of the human world.

What cultivators can do is to absorb aura into their own bodies, and those who have achieved cultivation are also people with great luck, and they become immortals and leave to take away a large amount of aura and also take away the luck of this planet.

Under normal circumstances, the last group of cultivators will incorporate their aura and luck into themselves, and those who come after will no longer be able to obtain supernatural powers because they have no aura and luck, even if they have the method of cultivation, and no one will cultivate this anymore.

And because these cultivators will not be able to become immortals in their lifetime, their aura and luck will dissipate in the world after they die, and this cultivation will be cut off.

But I didn't expect that there was such a variable as cold ice, since the cultivation in the Middle Ages, the aura and luck absorbed by her have been in her body and have not returned to the world. Not only that, but it has been slowly absorbing aura.

All things have animism, and the subconscious mind of this planet does not want to lose its aura and luck anymore, since it can't let it die naturally, then find a way to destroy her, so the Stranger was born.

The idea is that since this cultivator is the strongest existence on the planet at the moment, as long as another strongest individual appears, the so-called one mountain cannot tolerate two tigers, and the two sides will inevitably fight. The subconscious practices of this planet are still the law of the jungle.

The power of a planet is naturally not comparable to that of a cultivator, but this planet is not really conscious, and the so-called subconscious mentioned here is only said for the convenience of understanding.

Therefore, it can be understood that the so-called supernatural will not have the slightest effect, and even if it reaches the tenth order, it will not be the enemy of the ice sword.

But in the same way, Han Bing also knew that the aura she absorbed was only enough to survive, and it was impossible to use this to become an immortal, and she was equivalent to being trapped on this planet.

You must know that she absorbs a little less aura on this planet, and it is impossible to absorb the aura of other continents if she stays in one place in Shenzhou, and she can't suck up the aura and luck of her birthplace.

So she traveled all continents.

While in the Americas, she rescued an Indian wizard, left a message of advice, and gave him a jade pendant that could be used to cast spells. It is a pity that the good Indians are still gullible to outsiders, and they have ended up tragically.

When she was in Europe, she had a good conversation with Alexievna the Great, promising to help her find someone who could be named the Great in a few hundred years to save the Slavic nation in danger, and gave her a life-saving jade pendant.

In England, she took the last of the baby's luck and made him fall from the throne of the world hegemon, but also left the other party a jade pendant and kept it stable for half a century.

I didn't expect that the book across the sea got the broken cultivation method out of nowhere.,I made up the four different Shintoism, not to mention the vain attempt to seize the luck of Shenzhou.,So he started a war.。 Why did the book keep shouting "gambling on the fortune of the country" when the war started?,Isn't it a battle of luck?。

So the Ice Sword killed the island where the book was located, and killed all the three generations of the supernatural people that could be found. After all, the birth of the supernatural was to kill her, and it was normal to kill those supernatural beings in turn, and it did not go against the original intention of the cultivator.

This is also the reason why the history of the book is not short, but the ability is so rare.,Many of the ability families are extinct.。

This is not the end, she casually pulled out the aura and luck of the four islands of the book. Of course, it must be impossible to pump it clean, not because she doesn't want to, but because it's too time-consuming and laborious.

It's like when you pour out a bottle of ketchup, and you end up with some residue on the wall of the bottle, so you have to wait for it to flow out slowly.

But I didn't expect that the two atomic bombs of the Fifty States Federation would vigorously produce a miracle and blow up the last luck of the book, so there was a so-called post-war economic miracle.

But this is equivalent to drinking a donkey to quench thirst, in the nineties of the twentieth century, when the luck was exhausted, there were lost twenty years, and then thirty years, and the lost forty years were gone.

So now most of the aura and a considerable part of the luck of this planet are contained in the cold ice, and if she doesn't die, these will be forever missing for this planet.

"That?"

Si Mingyu had something he wanted to ask, but he didn't dare to ask.

"I understand what you're trying to ask. First of all, nothing can kill me yet. Secondly, if I die, my luck will be scattered all over the planet, and no one will do that thankless work. ”

Si Mingyu can also understand the meaning, not to mention the strength of the other party, that is, being able to create a "company" and using the power of the official has already proved her relationship with the Huaxia official, where on this planet does anyone dare to do it.

"I came to you today to ask you to help me through the calamity. You are a thunderbolt who has been promoted to a seventh-order strength, and you are related to me by blood, so you are currently the most suitable candidate. ”

"Tragedy?" Si Mingyu felt that the shock in his life did not add up to more than a day today.

"Yes."

"What can I do?"

Si Mingyu didn't think that a small seventh-order ability could play a role in such a mysterious matter.

"There will be thunder at the time of the tribulation, and the subconscious mind of this planet will definitely use its greatest strength to prevent me from succeeding. It doesn't hurt otherwise, as you'll just need to use your ability to pull lightning down a little. ”

"Is it dangerous?"

"Nine deaths, one life."

"I..."

Si Mingyu didn't know what to say

"If I succeed, I will become a true immortal, and before I leave this planet, it will be enough to suppress the world for a hundred years, and at that time, if you are interested in the rest of the continents except Huaxia, the Ripping Earth King will just turn his hands."

"If it fails, needless to say, all I can do is to use the power of the Heavenly Tribulation to leave all my luck in Shenzhou, which can be regarded as a beginning and an end."

"Allow you to think about it for three days, and then give me a reply. If you don't want to, you'll forget what you've seen me. Go ahead. ”

As soon as Han Bing waved his hand, Si Mingyu felt that the sky was spinning, and when he was sober, he was already outside the door.

He, where to go?