"It's falling!" Lin Mochen had this thought left in his mind.

Even the pride of seeing the harmony of heaven and earth before, I couldn't care about it, and I didn't have the slightest distraction in my heart. It's not that he doesn't have it, but he can't help it at the slightest point under the luck.

Lin Mochen sat quietly like this, his eyes staring at every bit of luck in his sight. He didn't know why he was looking so closely, as if he was worried that the other party had accidentally escaped.

Unfortunately, his worries were of no use.

Ninety percent of the luck in the sky fell to the twelve witch sacrifices, of which the earth alone accounted for one-tenth, and the rest was evenly distributed among the eleven people.

When the black luck did not reach them, it was like rain returning to the sea, without the slightest ripple, not even a ripple, and it just entered their bodies.

How much luck is ninety percent? If the group is together, it is about nine liters.

There is still a sense of luck scattered in the heavens and the earth, which is falling one after another.

"Will it be my share?" the thought was so strong that it almost burned in his heart.

Unlike the ninety percent who are pulled, this one is the reward of heaven and earth, and the opportunity given to those present. Ninety percent of the twelve witch sacrifices have fallen to each tribe, and less than one percent of the remaining can be attributed to the twelve witch sacrifices. This is also the reason why the status of the Twelve Witches is revered.

The patriarchs were able to rise above them purely because they represented the twelve great tribes.

The luck of Yicheng without traction finally fell on everyone's heads, and six points were given to the twelve patriarchs and other elders, and some great witch-level masters of other tribes were also detained. For example, Tu Tianming's great enemy, Gu Wuxian.

As for Tu Tianming, he did not attend today's sacrificial ceremony under the pretext of retreat.

Demons are different from demons, and they are different from zombies, they should be called things outside the square. It doesn't need luck, but it arouses the demonic desire in people's hearts, and once it succeeds, it will be able to cross a realm in a short time.

Taking Tu Tianming as an example, once he can take the initiative to make enemies of the Tu tribe or turn Tu Tianliang into a demon, his cultivation will be able to enter the middle stage of the Great Witch in an instant.

However, even if he is stronger by one realm, it is still not enough for the Tu tribe, which is why the demon in Tu Tianming's body is not in a hurry to act. Exposure equals annihilation!

You don't need luck, and you will even become a dazzling star among many cultivators because of your identity, just like Lin Mochen now.

Almost no one of the witches here will fall into their bodies bit by bit, only he is still empty, still waiting for a miracle with his eyes open.

Seeing that the people around him absorbed a trace of luck, Lin Mochen's heart slowly became impatient, and even a trace of jealousy.

At this moment, the purifying power that he had forgotten for a long time moved, and a wonderful feeling grew in his heart, dissolving all emotions and restoring the state of the ancient well without desires.

"I want luck, not to be a monk who has no desires. ”

The appearance of this thought is more like a kind of inertia, and it can only be explained in this way.

However, when this thought appeared, a trace of luck that was originally going to fall into the time tribe witch body flew towards Lin Mochen as if it had been pulled by an external force.

Candle Shi, who had closed his eyes and was about to accept it, was stunned for a moment, and then there was endless rage. It's a pity that he didn't have the slightest preparation at all, and by the time he picked up his hand, that trace of luck had already entered Lin Mochen's body.

Lin Mochen wanted a trace of luck not because he was curious, but because he wanted to get the quenching power of Cangtian Xuanhuang Qi.

When his cultivation entered the sixth generation of generals, if there was no super adventure, it would be impossible for his cultivation to get closer within a year.

He didn't expect to be able to get enough Cangtian Xuanhuang Qi to support his advancement, this was hoping to raise this hope a bit, and then be able to use more power to enter a higher realm.

"Returning to silence" is a dead person!

Yes!

A muffled sound echoed in his throat and didn't float out of his throat.

Qi Luck is the fusion of the Heavenly Xuan Huang Qi and the Earth Purple Xuan Spirit, the two are not one plus one equals two, but turned into the Heaven and Earth Qi Luck, a more pure power, and at the same time, a power containing the Dao.

Lin Mochen now felt like he had been splashed with hot oil before his death, and this pain was endless, from skin to flesh to tendons to bones, and finally spread to the whole body.

Even if it's just a trace, it's a trace that can nourish the whole body.

It feels like a century.

Lin Mochen had this thought, not because of the end of the pain, but because a drop of luck the size of a drop of water was falling from the sky to the top of his head.

This drop may not be comparable to the weight obtained by several patriarchs, but it is so conspicuous in the camp of the witch level!

How much is the difference between a place and a trace?

Even if he didn't have to compare, he knew that it was an infinite number of superimpositions.

Are you going to die?

Just as he gave up, a powerful momentum suddenly released from his body.

Under the tempering of that trace of luck, his heart broke through in an instant, allowing him to truly enter the sixth generation of generals.

It's luck!

Just as he finished sighing, a vigorous power suddenly bloomed in his heart.

The network is awakened again.

Not only it, but the Mu Lao in his body also woke up.

"Stinky boy, not only is he unmatched, but he will also cause trouble!" Although he scolded and scolded, he didn't dare to slack off in the movements of his hands, and pushed the lonely coffin to the extreme.

It's still a little late, though. Those patriarchs who were closing their eyes and waiting for their luck to merge with their bodies moved slightly, and the power of consciousness instantly swept in Lin Mochen's direction.

By the time their strength arrived, Lin Mochen's body had already regained its calm, only to see endless pain condensed in his eyes.

Everyone was a little speechless about him, he was able to get so much luck, it was too late to rejoice, where would he care about the pain.

In this way, when that drop of luck fell on Lin Mochen's heavenly spirit, the posture of the generals and the angry expression of looking up to the sky fell into the eyes of all the patriarchs.

"That vitality should be from him. Tu Zulang agreed with Lin Mochen's strangeness, so he naturally locked him as soon as possible.

However, the other patriarchs were not so sure, they just felt that Lin Mochen would be a little extraordinary.

Tu Zulang's consciousness collided with the number of patriarchs, and they were mostly suspicious of Lin Mochen, and they did not have a strong point.

Although this vitality is strong, it is not enough for a master of their level, not to mention that they don't need these vitality to continue their lives.

Only Candle Wuguang was the most coveted, and his consciousness kept sweeping, trying to find the result.

Lin Mochen couldn't care about this, his face was still very painful, and his body seemed to be tumbling and frying in oil bubbles...... Take a look at the latest chapters of "Zombie Fairy Claw Book House" to read for free for the first time.