[Qi Movement (Active ability, which can be used to convert the Qi Luck Entry originally owned in the Qi Luck Repository into any Qi Luck entry that the host has ever searched.] Special note: the host will not be penalized when using this feature)]

This option is described very clearly and clearly, and there is no hidden unknown information.

At least I can't see it at the moment.

Its functionality is similar to the second option, but with a higher ceiling.

Because he didn't limit himself to turning junk luck into bad luck.

It doesn't even have any danger, and it puts the phrase no punishment in front of it.

Once you choose this option, you'll be able to gain a super ability with a very high ceiling and no worries about the after-effects.

The only cost of using this ability is that it will consume one of the luck entries it originally had in its own Luck Repository.

But this price is almost none.

Because he can completely extract the garbage luck from mortals, and then transform it into powerful adverse weather luck.

According to the rules written on the surface, there are basically no after-effects of doing so.

But why do you feel that this option has some kind of trap that you can't perceive?

Jiang Fan's brows furrowed.

He knows the urine nature of his system.

Something like this that is obviously not proportional to the gain is either a bug or a trap.

He prefers to believe that it is the latter than the former.

Thinking of this, Jiang Fan took a deep breath.

Therefore, should you choose the luck generation with the highest upper limit and the greatest risk, or choose the luck replication with a low upper limit but the most stable and controllable?

Or is it a gasification with an extremely high ceiling of choice, but there may be some kind of trap?

This is undoubtedly a difficult choice.

His expression at the moment was entangled to the extreme, and his eyes were among the three options floating in the air in front of him, constantly patrolling back and forth.

In the end, Jiang Fan chose to follow his heart.

Abbreviated from the heart.

He chose the safest option, luck copying.

After all, his character is that he likes to plan and then act.

Everything that will be beyond his control, he will subconsciously avoid.

Although the upper limit of luck replication is a little lower, but as the saying goes, there is no capacity for garbage, only users of garbage.

He decided to wait until his system was upgraded and then do some research to see if he could find some kind of good use.

Having made up his mind, Jiang Fan's mind gradually settled, and he exhaled lightly.

He spoke solemnly and slowly:

"I choose to upgrade the second option: Luck Copy!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that in the air in front of him, the white and shimmering font began to vibrate.

In a crisp cracking sound, these words turned into light particles in the sky, and then went straight to Jiang Fan with a thunderous momentum.

Before he could react, he felt a sharp pain in his smoke-like body, and then his eyes went black, and he fainted directly.

……

At the same time as the system in Jiang Fan's body was upgraded, in the endless and distant unknown area from here, a bubble slowly rose and fell in the chaotic sea.

This bubble doesn't look big, and it has countless large and small mottled dots in it.

If you look closely, these mottled dots are actually one cluster after another, slowly rotating galaxy clusters.

However, the stars in the galaxy cluster do not emit bright white or orange-red warm yellow.

It's a weird color that can't be described in words.

If you have to say it, you can barely say it is gray.

Everything shrouded in this light has lost all its color.

All that remains is black and white, or the dividing color between black and white.

Here, there is a strange universe where there is almost no color.

The reason why I say almost is because in this strange universe, there is a strange star in a galaxy cluster in the center.

The light emitted by this star turned out to be a white light that was completely different from the other stars around it.

It is surrounded by nine planets.

These nine planets, though of different sizes, have the same rotation and rotation speed, orbiting the same orbit around the outer periphery of the star.

Such a strange scene should not have existed.

But that's where he happened.

Although these nine planets are of different sizes, their surfaces all have seas and land.

These landmasses vary in size and plate shape, from mountains, rivers, lakes, plains, and so on.

There are trees, flowers, monsters, birds, and human beings, who are the spirits of all things.

However, no matter which planet it is, the behavior of these human beings at the moment is extremely strange.

The human beings on the other side of the stellar light knelt on the ground, stretched out their arms, straightened their bodies, raised their heads, and stretched their necks in the direction of the sun.

The other half of the humans, with their backs to the stars, all knelt up, their foreheads pressed against the ground.

Although the movements of the two waves were different, the words they uttered were completely identical.

Under this strange same rhythm, the entire galaxy reverberates with the same sound.

At the same time, inside the white star, a tall and majestic palace was floating in it.

On the throne in the palace, a tall man with a young face and eyes full of vicissitudes of life was looking down at a young monk at the end of the stairs with his head bowed and expressionless.

The stairs are almost endless, stretching for at least tens of thousands of miles.

The young monk at the foot of the stairs looked immature, but what he had in his eyes was also ruthless and indifferent that did not match his appearance at all.

His temperament is peaceful and tranquil, detached from the dust, as if he is a creature that does not belong to the human world.

At this moment, the young monk was raising his head, his eyes were not afraid, and he looked at the majestic man on the steps who looked like a god and a demon.

After a moment, as if hearing a special rhythm from the outside world, the corners of the young monk's mouth suddenly turned up, outlining an arc that seemed to be a scornful smile.

This smile instantly shattered the peace and tranquility that he originally possessed, and turned into a mad temperament that bordered on madness.

At the same time, he spoke, his voice was young and immature, but it contained an inexplicable power, even if it was tens of thousands of miles away, it still reached the ears of the great man sitting on the throne.

"My esteemed Dao Ancestor."

"Do you hear that, those ants in the outside world seem to be praying for you......

When the majestic man heard this, his expression did not move at all, but an invisible divine thought transmission flew out.

"Jiang Fan, come to my Dao Divine Palace this time, what do you want?"