Hearing this, Fang Yue couldn''t help raising his eyebrows slightly.
He is particularly sensitive and concerned about the word "Qi Yun".
"Can this sub battlefield still produce gas?"
The mosquito Taoist nodded: "it''s true! Since ancient times, there have been countless people studying Qi and flocking to it. The Qi of ordinary people is not the Tao, and only the real Tianjiao can have great Qi. Others quantify Qi and even study the art of observing Qi, which can see the amount of Qi of a person and even an ethnic group."
"For example, in the past, the air transportation in Yongfeng town was about 100 units, and about 50 air transportation were used to neutralize the disaster! Now there are still 50 air transportation left, but Yongfeng town is in good order, there are a large number of talents, everyone has hope and sustenance, and the air transportation can continue to be born, and a single one can be born naturally every ten days Your luck! And now you have more than five units of luck! But once you become the master of the multi-ethnic battlefield, even if it is only a first-class battlefield, you can share ten units of luck every day! These fortunes can only turn bad luck into good luck, turn risks into barbarians, and even neutralize the doom and withstand the catastrophe! "
"However, it''s not easy to be the master of this sub battlefield! You can become the real master only if you get the will approval of the sub battlefield!"
The mosquito man looked at Fang Yue. His eyes were a little unbearable.
However, he had to do so for the plan of Renmeng and the grand plan of the Terran.
"Ten units of air every day! What should I do if I want to be the master of the battlefield of all ethnic groups?"
Fang Yue was surprised. He didn''t expect that the real special resource produced by the 10000 ethnic battlefield was Qi Yun.
"You only need to sacrifice flesh and blood and recite a sacrifice at the same time! This sacrifice was obtained at a very high cost by the people''s alliance. Ordinary small tribes don''t have this sacrifice at all. Even if they occupy a sub battlefield of a ten thousand ethnic battlefield, they can''t become the master of this battlefield in the end!"
Taoist mosquito''s words touched Fang Yue''s mind slightly.
He had some hesitation.
It''s difficult to capture the air luck. It''s easy to add air luck.
Buddhism, accumulating virtue and doing good, dissolving evil karma for people, is just to add Qi and fortune to oneself through cause and effect.
To become the master of a battlefield is to get a lot of gas. It''s too easy to get the power of Qi and fortune!
Fang Yue learned the lesson that he was used as bait last time. He didn''t dare to believe the words of the mosquito man.
Fang Yue asked the little green snake in his body.
"What the mosquito man said is the truth?"
"There are many advantages to being the master of the ten thousand nation battlefield, but the origin of the ten thousand nation battlefield is mysterious and strange, which runs through countless civilization ages! The ten thousand nation battlefield is as full of mystery and unknown as the ancient mines of Taiyin. Each master of the ten thousand nation battlefield is a dragon and Phoenix among people and the pride of heaven, but their final fate is not good. They will encounter some strange things in their later years. In his youth, a man once became the master of a class II ten thousand nation battlefield. With his luck, he gained opportunities one after another and grew into a supreme existence. However, he still did not escape the fate of the masters of the ten thousand nation battlefield. He died on a stormy night. His whole person evaporated out of thin air. No one has seen him since! "
The age of the little green snake is amazing, witnessing the rise and fall of several civilized times.
His words awakened Fang Yue.
There has never been a free lunch at this time!
If you want to harvest what ordinary people can''t get, you must pay the corresponding price. All this is normal.
But the attitude of the mosquito Taoist made Fang Yue feel cold.
If the mosquito man made it clear to Fang Yue, Fang Yue might not agree to become the master of this sub battlefield.
In troubled times, every opportunity to improve his strength needs to be firmly grasped. Fang Yue can''t guarantee that he can really live to his old age. When this strange change occurs.
Fang Yue was struggling in his heart.
The mosquito man hesitated and said: "In fact, becoming the master of this sub battlefield also has some side effects. It is said that the past masters of the sub battlefield will encounter some strange things in their later years. Some people say that they overdraw their future luck. Others say that the battlefield of all races itself is the source of strange things! There are endless strange things in such a big underworld! Most of the time, it is difficult for everyone to find the source of strange things Head and solve it! "
"It''s up to you to choose whether to become the master of the sub battlefield! In fact, becoming the master of the sub battlefield is not something everyone can do! Only some special existence can have the qualification of the master of the sub battlefield!"
The mosquito man wanted to hide the danger of becoming the master of the sub battlefield.
But he had a deep relationship with Fang Yue, and finally he didn''t deceive him.
Fang Yue felt relieved when he heard this from the mosquito man.
In Fang Yue''s heart, he didn''t want to have a gap with mosquito Dao.
"There''s nothing to gain for nothing in this world! The change in the future lies in the fate, and luck is the only sharp weapon that can resist the fate! Even if you may face all kinds of mysteries in the future, you have to live until that time, don''t you?"
Fang Yue decisively chose to become the master of the sub battlefield.
He is not a coward.
Moreover, Fang Yue vaguely felt that his coming to this sub battlefield seemed to be the guidance of some kind of fate.
Hearing Fang Yue''s words, the mosquito man was relieved. It seems that his kindness and intolerance did not affect the planning process of the people''s alliance this time.
At the same time, the mosquito people also have a vague uneasiness. It seems that this matter is not as simple and smooth as they expected.
The mosquito priest handed the sacrifice to Fang Yue.
Fang Yue read it roughly. The sacrifice is lengthy and complicated. When singing, the syllable of each character must resonate with this battlefield!
Fang Yue finally understood why not everyone could become the master of the battlefield! Chanting sacrificial rites consumes a lot of spiritual power. Even practitioners at the saint level can''t support the ordinary sect leader''s realm.
In this level of battlefield, only the creatures in and below the leader''s territory can step into it. This harsh condition also limits the candidate of the battlefield master to a certain extent.
"This chanting sacrifice is just one of the steps to become a battlefield master. You need to sacrifice constantly in the process of chanting! The sacrifice is up to you! Each sacrifice that becomes a battlefield master is actually different, including flesh and blood, pills, treasures, and even some people use their own longevity yuan as a sacrifice! The sacrifice must be able to attract the will of the battlefield Otherwise, becoming the master of the battlefield is the moon in the water and the flower in the mirror! "
In fact, the mosquito Taoist is not fully sure whether Fang Yue can become the master of this battlefield. He can only say that he thinks there is a 50% chance that Fang Yue can succeed and become the master of the battlefield of all ethnic groups. Strength is not the only factor.
In ancient times, there were some amazing people who tried to be the masters of the battlefield of all ethnic groups, but they failed and failed!
Fang Yue did not hesitate. He quickly arranged the next altar.
He recited the sacrifice with sonorous words that resonated with heaven and earth.
At the beginning, Fang Yue felt that the sacrifice was extremely lengthy and awkward. He felt a little awkward when reading it. However, as his singing continued, when the syllables fell, Fang Yue felt as if a small hammer was beating his body and soul.
The consumption of mental power is also superimposed with the continuation of time. The strength of that beating increased.
However, all kinds of steel become soft around the fingers.
This kind of beating is a rare refining for Fang Yue!
Fang Yue''s cultivation progress is too fast, especially this flesh and blood separation has reached this level in less than half a year. The rapid improvement of this cultivation is easy to leave a hidden danger.
Fang Yue used to refine some of the hidden impurities in his flesh when he took the body essence pill. Now the hammer is compacting his Qi and blood.
Originally, Fang Yue''s Qi and blood are full. Unless he improves his cultivation level and increases the space for improvement, he can''t improve his strength again in a short time! However, after the small hammer''s hammering, the Qi and blood in his body were concentrated to about two-thirds of the previous one, which once again gave him room for rapid improvement!
This memorial seems not to be the product of this civilized era at all, because Fang Yue is very sure that among the various spiritual schools in his own cognition, absolutely no school can produce such a small hammer through the resonance of syllables.
Fang Yue felt that if he had guessed correctly, this should be an ancient sacrifice. The ten thousand nation battlefield spans countless civilizations and will last forever. Since this sacrifice is the way to become the master of the ten thousand nation battlefield, it should also be something that will last forever!
It is full of energy and almost ten thousand words.
After Fang Yue finished singing the sacrifice, an ancient bronze altar appeared in front of him.
The bronze altar has a height of one meter and a diameter of half meter. It is rusty and stacked with layers of copper rust, which covers the original appearance of the altar.
"If you sacrifice to all living beings, you can get my reward!"
"If you sacrifice the soul of a hero, you can get my award!"
A great voice resounded through Fang Yue''s sea of knowledge.
Fang Yue was so shocked that his head and melon seeds were buzzing. This is the will of the battlefield of all ethnic groups. It was awakened from its sleep by Fang Yue''s sacrifice to accept sacrifice.
Fang Yue realized that the sacrificial objects didn''t need them to look for hard at all. As long as they did according to the will of the battlefield of all ethnic groups, they could naturally become the master of the battlefield of all ethnic groups.
It''s easy to sacrifice all sentient beings.
There is no lack of anything between heaven and earth, that is, there is no lack of living creatures and strong people. If he turns back and catches some from the outside, he can become a sacrifice and get the reward of the battlefield of all races.
However, what he wanted this time was not the so-called reward, but the reward of the battlefield of all ethnic groups.
Since this ten thousand nation battlefield has its own independent will, I''m afraid the title of the owner of the ten thousand nation battlefield that people say by word of mouth is not appropriate.
The will of the ten thousand nation battlefield will never allow anyone to be above themselves.
I''m afraid the owner of the so-called ten thousand ethnic battlefield is actually just the reward of the ten thousand ethnic war!