"So, to get back to the point, where did all this power of yours come from?"

Sitting at the table, Meng Xiang made a pot of tea, attached some persimmons, and handed it to Lu Buwei.

After two hours of rest, Meng Xiang instilled in him some of his true yuan, and his condition was much better, and it seemed that he had recovered at least three successes.

Facing Meng Xiang's question, Lu Buwei seemed to be a little reluctant to say.

He spun the teapot and stared at the only upright tea pole at the bottom of the cup.

A quiet cottage, as dignified as his breath.

"Don't you want to say it?"

Seeing that the deer didn't speak, Meng Xiang clenched his fists, showing three points of deterrent ferocity on his face.

"Since I know that I am the Immeasurable Immortal Emperor, I must also know my duties, I will not allow a freak like you who has fused so many messy forces to survive, if you don't explain honestly, I have no choice but to abolish your cultivation, this is not only for the mainland, but also for your good. ”

Meng Xiang's fists condensed the golden true yuan.

As long as Lu Buwei doesn't say anything more, Meng Xiang's punch will inevitably crack his eight veins of the Qi Sutra, thus abolishing his cultivation.

The deer is not a body, but a mixture of many powers.

In addition to the necessary True Yuan, there is also the Demon Yuan that is no longer a secret, there is a resentment similar to the buried bones, there is the black blood that is threatening Meng Xiang's life, there is the anger generated after falling into the Shura Dao, and so on.

It stands to reason that with Lu Buwei's talent and strength, any kind of power in his body, except for Zhenyuan, can kill him.

But in fact, the deer is not alive, and alive well, these messy forces, for some reason, are very peaceful in his body, in a state of mutual restraint and very stability.

"I..."

Lu Buwei never expected that he would have to ask Meng Xiang for help, he wanted to say, but he didn't know how to speak.

After a moment, he struggled for a while before he said tremblingly, "Blood luck." ”

Scarlet luck?

Meng Xiang was taken aback.

"What do you mean? ”

But Lu Buwei shook his head.

"To be honest, I don't know. After you killed Jia Daozi, I realized that you might threaten our orcs, and to be honest, I was scared, not of death, but of what would happen to the orcs. ”

"And then, what does this have to do with blood luck?"

Meng Xiang didn't give him a chance to get through the tricks, and asked reluctantly.

The deer did not hesitate for a moment, and finally spoke in detail.

On that day, after Jia Daozi's death, Lu Buwei realized Meng Xiang's threat.

Although Lu Buwei is willing to sacrifice his life for the orc race, this is enlightenment, and by nature, Lu Buwei is a nervous person.

Because of this, after witnessing Meng Xiang's overwhelming power, he was afraid.

While being afraid of Meng Xiang, and not knowing what to do, he wanted to go to the town to relax, but he didn't expect that suddenly, there was an inexplicable warm current in his body.

At the same time, a lot of knowledge poured into my mind for no reason.

This is blood luck.

That's right, a strong sense of crisis made the deer not accidentally attached to the blood-colored luck.

What is Scarlet Luck?

The most accurate definition is that when a race is wiped out, the Gaia consciousness of the entire race will condense all the luck of the race and concentrate it on the person who is most likely to turn around.

That person will be the protagonist, the one who will turn the tide.

So, what about the triggers of Scarlet Luck?

In fact, it doesn't have to be triggered when a crisis comes to an eye.

Gaia consciousness, to put it bluntly, is the collective consciousness of a race, plane, continent, and even the world, it is not a life, but a concept, equivalent to a program.

Scarlet luck is equivalent to the ultimate protection mechanism of this program.

You don't need the race to face a moment of death, you just need to have the following situations for the Blood Luck to trigger.

[An inevitable devastating catastrophe is about to occur on the future timeline, and if there is no protagonist in existence, then no matter how this race prepares a response plan in advance, there is no possibility of a reversal. 】

The timing of the trigger is within 24 hours of the occurrence of this calamity. 】

That's right, you don't need the race to realize that this disaster has happened, you just need the opportunity for this disaster to appear, and at the same time, it can't be avoided, if there is no protagonist in the case of the race will be destroyed, blood luck will appear.

"Your battle at the funeral of Hutuoba is the opportunity for some devastating disaster in the future, and I am the protagonist chosen by the blood luck of the orc clan. ”

Speaking of this, Lu Buwei looked at Meng Xiang's eyes, and became a little resentful.

This look was resentful of Meng Xiang.

For his resentment, Meng Xiang didn't take it to heart.

This guy was already a bit of a chicken, and Meng Xiang didn't bother to waste time with him on trivial matters such as personality conflicts.

But hearing him say this, Meng Xiang probably sorted out the context.

There are four levels of Scarlet Qi Luck.

Ethnic, racial, plane, and world-class.

Ethnic-level, such as the orc race of deer, even if it is a nation, the effect is at best to reverse the trend of a giant war.

And the race level, such as the orc race, the human race, the Tianyi race, even if it is a race, the effect can make the protagonist's strength increase by leaps and bounds, and the treasures of heaven and earth can be picked up casually, and the image point is that the luck of the protagonist of most comics is almost this level.

Plane level, such as the entire Nine Continents facing disasters, is the plane level. If you use it to put it simply, luck like Infinite Terror is at this level, and the impact is extremely huge, allowing the protagonist to advance from ants to gods at a very fast speed, and Meng Xiwang is also a blood-colored luck at this level.

And world-class... For example, if the demon breaks free from the seal of the First Continent and threatens the safety of the entire simulation world, there will be world-class blood-colored luck. This kind of luck, Meng Xiang asked Zhu Jue, Zhu Jue said that he had never seen it, you must know that Zhu Jue is six thousand years old, he has not seen it, I am afraid it has never appeared.

Go back and see that the deer doesn't have so much power in the body.

Each of these powers is not small, and if you pick out one alone, they are all system-level powers that can be compared with the abilities of true yuan, fighting spirit, and magic... And all are malignant.

Presumably, the reason why all these powers can be controlled by him is because of the blood luck and the luck bonus he gets.

In this way, because of [good luck], the only possibility to be able to control so much power is...

The blood luck of the deer is plane-level, not race-level!

It was not the blood-colored luck of the orc clan that chose Lu Buwei, but the blood-colored luck of the entire Ninefold Continent that chose him.

He is the son of the plane of the Nine Continents, the protagonist of the Nine Continents?

I fought hard at the funeral of Hutuoba, could it lead to such a catastrophe?

Meng Xiang was a little scared when he thought about it.

"All these powers that you absorbed after defeating all kinds of enemies?"

For the sake of insurance, Meng Xiang still asked to make sure that the deer was not obtained through battle, and not to take refuge in some bad forces.

"Hmm. ”

The deer didn't nod his head, which made Meng Xiang feel at ease.

As for the detailed process of obtaining these powers, there is no need to ask more.

Lu Buwei is thinking about his orc race, then he must be looking around for potential enemies that may threaten the orc race, and then defeat them one by one, absorb their power, and finally achieve what he is now.

However, this is an exaggeration.

Meng Xiang sensed the cultivation in his body and had to admire it.

The blood-colored luck allowed Lu Buwei to break through the restrictions of the continent's cultivation and break through the level of the ninth order of the golden body.

The ninth order of the golden body itself is about equal to the level between the Golden Immortal and the Great Luo Golden Immortal.

And the deer is not for now, at least there are primeval golden immortals... No, it may even have reached the level of the Supreme Immortal Venerable.

In such a short period of time, he was able to reach the height of the Supreme Immortal Venerable, which showed how powerful the plane-level blood-colored qi luck was.

"So, why are you coming to the Second Continent?"

Meng Xiang drank tea and asked lightly, "You robbed the Sixth Continent Elf Clan's omniscient nature... My omniscience should know that witchcraft is not easy to mess with. And Wiccraft clearly has a target for you. Under normal circumstances, you shouldn't have come to the Second Continent so recklessly, and you were besieged by the Witch Cult, you shouldn't be so stupid, is there any purpose?"

The deer didn't hear it, and couldn't help but tremble, as if it had been said to have some weakness, and trembled faintly.

He hesitated, his right hand on the table, his index finger and thumb rubbing together, a typical mental struggle.

Meng Xiang was not in a hurry.

Since he opened the skylight today and said something bright, then let him think about it slowly, anyway, before the prisoner arrives, there is time to chat.

And after three minutes or so of struggling.

Lu Buwei finally seemed to understand that he couldn't accomplish this goal on his own, so he raised his head and confessed the truth a little helplessly.

And this opening almost didn't choke Meng Xiang, who happened to be drinking tea, to death with a sip of tea.

"Meng Xiang, you know... Celestial Machines and Celestial Kui?"

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