"In special times, there are special ways to support. ”

"The ancestral witch is stimulating us as much as possible, increasing the upward motivation of the whole witch clan, and making the whole clan movement active...... Therefore, it is not surprising that there is a certain degree of concession and loose management. ”

Feng Xi's eyes flickered, and she saw some things thoroughly.

Normally, the dividends of luck are in the hands of the ancestors at the top, and I am afraid that not a single drop will be revealed.

However, the Lich Tribulation, the clans are in conflict...... This is a special period when it is most necessary to motivate and mobilize the bottom!

Therefore, the will of the ancestral witch has opened a channel for trillions of little witches to move forward - as long as they are good and excellent enough, they can seize this opportunity and transform and sublimate!

Therefore, the twelve great supernatural powers acquiesced in the birth and rise of small organizations within the Wu clan, and sat back and watched the vigorous young people squander their wisdom and sweat to obtain a fortune dividend of their own.

Of course, this does not mean that the ancestors will lose - they are still earning, but they are earning less.

Because......

Luck is not fixed and unchangeable.

It is not simply a calculation of how many people there are, how many acres of land there are, and how many resources they have mastered...... Such formulas are calculated to arrive at an immutable number.

It's changing all the time!

After all, the essence of luck is the interaction between living beings and heaven and earth, and the mutual influence of each other's fate, which is a conceptual mysterious power!

How can a group of lifeless beings without the slightest upward motivation have a greater impact on the world and on their destiny than that of beings whose eyes are wide open and desperately seeking to change their own conditions?

Revitalize the hearts of the entire Wu clan and guide them in the direction that the ancestral witch needs, and the fortune of that clan is already growing.

For this reason, it is not unacceptable to share some luck -

You can't just let the horses run, and don't let the horses not eat grass.

Not only do you have to let the horses graze, but you also have to feed them.

Seventy-three open, is a good ratio.

Seventy percent of the ethnic group is drawn, and three percent is left for the individual.

Such a distribution ratio, it seems that the tax is very heavy, but ......

"These three percent can be harvested by one person. ”

"Seventy percent, but it is distributed to the entire Wu clan high-level. ”

"Even if you don't have the right to be a witch, these benefits will be given to the ancestors...... Can every ancestral witch be divided into one percent?" Feng Xi pinched his fingers and counted, "The twelve ancestral witches are divided in half, and if they are divided into two camps, the sum of the entire camp is only thirty and a half. ”

"What's more, the Great Witch can't really be non-existent. ”

"If you count it like this, it's really terrible that a person can get three percent of his luck!"

"If one day, an organization can completely sweep the entire Wu Clan, and the luck of the entire clan is not separated from each other...... Oh, thirty percent of the clan luck!"

"It's a big deal!"

Such an organization...... Have it?

Not yet.

However, the prototype has already appeared!

Let the ancestral witches be taken seriously, and let countless sneaky Da Luo who open a trumpet have to covet -

Fengxi personally led the business alliance that was created!

It's a pity that this has also become a noose around his neck, and he has to walk carefully every day, for fear that he will die so "accidentally".

"Actually, as long as Zuwu is willing, my crisis will be easily resolved. Feng Xi sighed, "If you drain 99.999% of the luck of this business alliance, I estimate that those big Luo trumpets will not be rare." ”

"It's a pity that the ancestors have a gully in their hearts and want to play a big game of chess...... Use this chip to attract the power outside the Lich camp. ”

He looked up at his sea of luck, his face gloomy.

In addition to penance in the secret realm of time, Fengxi did not forget to read the historical materials of one civilization after another to enrich himself.

The more you see, the more you understand.

Although, his level has not gone through much practice, that is, on paper.

However, according to the actual situation, it is not difficult to push back some of the top-level public insiders.

In hindsight, it was him.

'Hang the bait, catch the golden crow!'

'The bait fell, and the golden crows swarmed in. ’

'The ancestor of fishing, who wants to make the world powerful...... In the catastrophe, I used it first, and after the catastrophe, I wanted to kick it away and enjoy the fruits of victory. ’

'As for the Jin Ao, it is estimated that they also know in their hearts one by one, knowing the abacus of the ancestral witch...... However, the bait is so fragrant that the fragrance alone fills the stomach a little bit, and it can make people participate in betting!'

Moreover, some of the great powers were so confident that they could swallow the fruits of victory, and they would walk away with their whole body and not be trapped. ’

The silent and invisible game has already begun...... Maybe that's how the proportion of seventy-three comes from. ’

'Whether it's the collective of the ancestors or the consensus of the powers outside the camp, stuck on this line, they all think they have the chance to win......

You just have pity on me...... As the king's precursor, the foundation that was finally laid finally became a chessboard for others to fight. ’

'My sea of fortune...... Immediately, immediately, it will disappear without a trace......'

Feng Xi thought about it, and felt sad for a while.

He's so miserable!

In the pinnacle game, there is no doubt that he has become a sacrificed character.

The house was built, the tables and chairs were set up, and then they were kicked out and watched others gambling in the house...... Fortunately, Houtu Ancestor Wu still reluctantly took care of him and temporarily borrowed an innate spirit treasure.

- Temporary borrowing!

In the end, I still have to pay it back!

Rounding it up, Feng Xi felt that he had lost at least one saint sect!

The more you think about it, the more you lose.

The more you lose, the more your heart hurts.

Eventually, the heartache was hard to breathe.

The wind looks at the sky, sad and sad.

"The heavens and the earth are miserable, and my heart is cold;

The line is vigorous, and the center is shaky.

If he knows me, he will say that I am troubled;

He who does not know me says what I want;

Hello sky, who is this!

Heaven and earth are related, my heart is worried;

The line is vigorous, and the center is drunk;

If he knows me, he will call me ......"

His heart was sad, and a ripple of his heart fluctuated and spread, making heaven and earth sad.

In the time and space around him, the Three Thousand Laws became solemn and dead...... This is a little essential influence of Taiyi's living beings, which can be my heart and the heart of heaven and earth.

If it weren't for the fact that this was the base camp of the Wu Clan, there would be too many Great Luo Strong Dao suppressions...... In the outside world, just because of the change of Fengxi's mood, I don't know how many living beings can be buried in trillions of miles below!

Rao is like this, and the current wind and light are also avoidable - the aura of frustration is fully unfolded, the desolate realm is fully revealed, and the golden immortal level witches passing by one can't provoke him, so they all avoid him.

He walked on the road to the Houtu tribe and successfully achieved the achievement of the Pure Street Tiger.

This achievement was not destroyed until the Zhurong tribe passing through.

He was stopped by a wide, unobstructed road...... An ordinary, ordinary witch, with a stone axe pinned to his waist and a torch in his hand, asked in a very light tone—

"This brother of the Houtubu, don't you pass on the fire?"

Gentle sound, beating firelight...... They fit a kind of esoteric rhythm, which sounds ordinary and simple at first glance, but they dissipate the dejected aura around Feng Xi, break the desolate realm formed by his recitation of poems, and wake up Feng Xi, who is completely immersed and rushing in the direction of spiritual self-destruction.

After waking up, Feng Xi was stunned for a moment, and then cold sweat frantically poured out of his pores, soaking his clothes.

'No...... My mindset is not right......'

'Why, am I so disheartened...... Even if you lose a saint great sect, you shouldn't raise the idea that the world is not worth it and want to fall asleep and never wake up again?!'

If the heart dies, so does the man!

Feng Xi stood dumbfounded, afraid, fearful, rolling in his heart.

After a while, he looked up sharply and looked at the sky.

Firmament...... Sky...... Providence!

"Friend, have you experienced something very painful?" the witch who held the torch in his hand and woke up Feng Xi looked at him with some surprise, "are you all stunned by this?"

"Sort of. Feng Xi said reluctantly.

"Then you should look out for ......," the witch smiled, "no matter what difficulties we encounter, don't be afraid, face it with a smile!"

"It's useless to hesitate, it's useless to worry, it's futile to fear...... Face it, challenge it, and overcome it!"

"Even if you can't defeat it for a while, you can write it down in a small notebook and look at it every day to spur yourself, remind yourself, and cheer yourself up!"

"One day, you will get what you want. ”

This witch poured chicken soup into Fengxi and said something that used to be tired of hearing it...... However, there is a very peculiar power hidden in his voice, which can be most uplifting and inspiring the spirit of Fengxi.

Chicken soup, falling into Fengxi's heart, is like a fire lit in the middle of the night, dispelling the chill and bringing light and hope!

"Thank you for the advice. Feng Xi thanked sincerely, "I haven't asked for your name yet......"

"No thanks, no thanks...... I love helping people the most. The witch waved his hand, "As for the name, you can call me Suichu." ”

"Sui Chu ......" Feng Xi muttered the name for a while, while constantly flipping through his memories.

Eventually, he found information related to the name.

10th place in the field of strategic planning!

Moreover, it is the tenth place with the most legend and the fastest promotion!

When others play games, they play one opponent after another, and they work hard to advance.

But this one?

Larger than life!

He's a hundred!

Put together the hundred people in front of his ranking, and then cut them down at once, destroy the withering and decaying, and push the invincible!

The reason why he will be ranked tenth is not that he can't move.

It's because after slaughtering the last 100-person opponent, he stood on the tenth place at the beginning.

There are only nine people left who are higher than him, which does not meet the conditions for starting a war...... So, he left in style, leaving only a back and became a legend.

If there is no king, it is better than a king!

The supreme king in this field, Qing Hao, once publicly stated that he was at the beginning of Shangsui, and each other's victory and defeat were between five and five!

It's such a stunning character, right now......

"Huh...... Brother, would you like to join me in the great cause of spreading the flame of hope?"

Sui Chu handed the torch forward and asked very sincerely.

PS: Asleep......