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Before the courtyard in the lake.

Du Ming's eyes closed slightly, and he sat on the ground.

There is a green light in front of him, and the light is faint.

If there is a person who has cultivated supernatural powers, at this time, he will open his spiritual eyes, and then look at Du Ming's location, and he will find that there is a strange and indescribable aura, which is born from the pure cyan ancient lamp flame in front of him, and slowly extends into the corner of the void.

Like an insect like a Gu!

This qi, which is born with the meaning of decay and decay, quickly swept through the depths of the unreachable space, traveled a hundred miles in an instant, and gently attached to Zhou Ci's body, immediately undergoing changes.

In the dark, there was a trace of bright red aura that seemed to be there yet, from the top of Zhou Ci's head, and was pumped out by this rotten breath.

This bright red breath, which was originally hidden in the Nine Palaces in Zhou Ci's mind, accumulated and came and went, rich into clouds, and was in the shape of a hideous demon, with wings on his back and a green face and fangs, but it was condensed by the luck of Zhou Ci and his whole person.

In the world of life, life, life, and action must be divided into two states: good and bad.

Good luck, all the best, bad luck, bad luck.

This is determined by the personality a person is born with.

If the life is high, you will gather more energy, and there will be few problems in your life; if your life is low, you will gather less energy, and you will be mediocre all your life.

In terms of the material world, it is reflected in the amount of resources that can be mobilized.

Only with great energy can there be great achievements.

Therefore, before many books were handed down, very few beings were able to change their personal fortunes.

Needless to say.

As far as cultivators are concerned, immortals, demons, Buddhas, and witches, their initial cultivation is all centered around how to make themselves immortal and youthful.

After a long life, gradually some monks can feel the abnormality of their own luck.

Cultivation, Perception, Breakthrough......

Fighting, killing, looting......

Day and night, moment by moment, with these, their qi and fortune are all passing like a cocoon.

Eventually, the luck was gone.

Something terrible broke out all at once!

When cultivating, distracting thoughts are numerous;

The realm of perception, the spiritual light lags;

Fighting with others, repeatedly frustrated;

Seek treasures, and the treasures are obscure......

These monks who have lost their luck, the light ones have their cultivation blocked, and they have wasted their years, and the heavy ones have been born with demons and obstacles, and the lights have gone out when they die!

How can you endure such a thing?

Therefore, the starry sky of the universe, countless powers, in order to suppress their own luck, exhausted all means!

There are innate spiritual treasures, gathering qi into religion, suppressing the qi of a religion; there are supreme supernatural powers, swallowing the luck of heaven and earth, adding to one; there are also magic skills, using sentient beings as livestock, extracting the luck of living spirits, cutting and digesting, and greatly replenishing oneself......

However, these are a few after all, and they cannot be passed on to the world.

Therefore, among the countless cultivation worlds, the most common and extremely efficient one ended up being only one!

Gather luck and become weather!

This weather is a living being, its temperament, experience, perception and other things are the concentrated embodiment, regardless of the immortals, can be condensed, in the mortal world, more to high-ranking officials, princes, kings as an example, there are official seals, carp, snake pythons, real dragon weather!

In the cultivation world, it is even more colorful and strange!

This is the monk's extraordinary power imposed on himself, free at will, with few external constraints......

Externally, there are thousands of different personal weather!

The monks of the Immortal Dao mostly use the pine crane and the furnace as the weather, while the monks of the Demon Dao mostly condense some evil gods and demons as their own weather.

It's not that they have a special hobby.

It's just that most of the people in the Demon Dao pay attention to reality, and these meteorological condensations are not only to lock up their own luck, but also to fight with others and pollute other people's luck at critical times!

And now, this blue-faced and fanged demon in Zhou Ci's Nine Palaces is naturally his own weather!

Of course, the Qi Refining Cultivator doesn't know anything, he only cultivates true qi and spells, and can't wait and see the luck, this weather is not his own condensation, most of them are the elders of the family who do it for him, capture the luck for him, and suppress the qi!

Zhou Ci himself, but he didn't feel the existence of the weather.

Du Ming's calculation also came from this!

He couldn't really do anything to this Zhou Ci because of the [Netherworld Dao] door rules, but when did he let people come and go like this?

What's more, Zhou Ci really wanted to take his life that day!

A sword flew and he almost died, how could this be done?

Therefore, Du Ming seemed to only receive Zhou Ci's belongings, and at the same time he left quickly, he was still burying his own means quietly on Zhou Ci!

[Golden Cicada Mantra]!

This is the earth of the previous life, a technique from Miao Jiang, which has spread widely, and many monks are reciting it backwards!

The effect of such a popular spell is extremely rare!

It can steal the luck of others unconsciously, little by little!

If you peel off the cocoon, the golden cicada will shed its shell!

After stealing other people's luck, this spell also left a thin shell, it seems that its weather is not reduced by half a point, and it is as prosperous as a cloud, but in fact, it has long been empty, and there is only a broken house left, and once it is stormy, it will blow to the ground!

Du Ming sneered and looked at the void outside the cave.

With the help of the power of the green lantern, he spit out the true qi of the golden cicada, attached it to Zhou Ci, and extracted the young man's personal luck with his wisps.

The flying demon, under such a steal, his expression gradually became dull, although it was still hideous, but it was like a dead thing, no longer as agile as before, although its figure still existed, but it also became virtual and real, hidden or visible.

Moment.

Two moments.

Three quarters.

About three or four hours later.

This demon-shaped luck was completely hollowed out by Du Ming!

"Hey!"

Du Ming stood up, laughed coldly, and entered his yard without looking back.

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"Humph!"

Hundreds of miles away, Zhou Ci roared, only to feel that the whole person was empty, as if there was an extremely important thing, which had left him, and he couldn't help but speak: "It's really strange!"

"Could it be him?"

The young man thought silently for a moment, not finding anything unusual from this rumored daring mortal disciple, shook his head secretly, and said, "It's me who is suspicious, but a vulgar mortal who hurts people with secret arrows, what else can he do to me?"

"Aren't you afraid that the family behind me will directly ask for the crime?"

He laughed at himself and said to himself: "It's really timid and suspicious!"

Zhou Ci sighed slightly, slowly felt sleepy, and closed his eyes.

"What a hate...... As soon as the true qi is blocked, the energy of the physical body can't last......"

"This rock is so cold. ”

Zhou Ci whispered and fell into a deep sleep.

A few hours later, several inspecting disciples who passed by the imperial envoy found Zhou Ci tied under the mountain peak, and then rescued him.

That night, Zhou Ci quietly returned, not daring to make a noise.

In the next few days, Zhou Ci was in low spirits, he didn't keep his mind, and he always felt that he was missing, but he couldn't find the reason, and finally he had to give up!

But I don't know that most of my luck has been stolen!