Chatper 1125 (1/2)

"Senior... Is there a way to help the junior get out of the crisis?"

"There is only one way, it depends on whether you dare."

"Senior, please speak."

Yang Xuan's demeanor was respectful, as if he was attentive.

The middle-aged man in front of him was named Liudao. He was the former owner of the Samsara Martial Spirit. He was very likely to be a supreme immortal king during his lifetime. Since he said there was a way, he would definitely be able to do it.

"Self-contaminated air luck, if you can self-contaminate air luck, you can completely get rid of the opponent's control."

The middle-aged man said.

"Self-contamination luck..."

Yang Xuan's face changed greatly, everyone had their own luck, high or low, some were born extraordinary, and their cultivation was smooth sailing, and some even found treasures and opportunities wherever they went.

Of course, there are also people with extremely low luck. To put it bluntly, they are extremely unlucky, and bad things happen around them all the time.

The reason why Yang Xuan changed color was precisely because he knew the importance of Qi Luck. Once he really contaminated Qi Luck, it would be difficult for him to practice in the future, and his life would be in danger at every turn.

"How about it, you dare to contaminate your luck, the luck of luck is too mysterious, but it can be roughly classified into the five levels of heaven, earth, mysterious, yellow, and ordinary. As long as anyone who can achieve Taoism and become immortal, 99% of them have a mysterious rank or higher. If you contaminate your air luck, your air luck level is not even as good as a mortal rank, and if you try to change your life against the sky, you will almost no longer have any hope of landing on the path of immortality.”

Hearing this, Yang Xuan's face became bright and dark, and after a full sound, he gritted his teeth and said: "The people of my generation should face up to the difficulties, not afraid of all difficulties and obstacles, and ask the seniors to help me. A helping hand."

"Haha, well said, worthy of being selected by me."

The middle-aged man burst into laughter, waving into Yang Xuan's body with a mysterious brilliance.

This brilliance does not have the slightest attack power, but it can attract people's luck.

Luck, that is, luck and fate, has never been seen or touched, but with the help of the middle-aged man, Yang Xuan suddenly found a fist-sized purple light rising from the top of his head.

"Purple luck!"

Yang Xuan raised his brows, he never knew that his luck had such a color.

"The four colors of purple, green, blue and green correspond to the black and yellow of heaven and earth respectively. As for ordinary luck, there is no color."

The middle-aged man laughed.

"So, the younger generation has a good luck."

"Yeah, after all, you are a demon species, and you have the blood of a demon king flowing in your body. It is normal to have heavenly luck, but after all, it is heavenly luck. Young people like you, the entire fairyland. Not much in the past and present.”

The middle-aged man said.

Yang Xuan didn't speak. He stared at the purple air mass above his head, faintly aware of a strange gray light spot in it, and immediately frowned tightly.

"That is……"

"This is the seed of life, and it is left by the person who calculated you. When you enter the supreme day, this thing will activate itself, and the person who calculates will also use it to spy on your position..."

Although the middle-aged man did not continue talking, Yang Xuan also understood what would happen next. The other party deliberately left a life seed in his body with obvious malice. If he did not practice well in his life, he would make a wedding dress for others.

"hateful!"

Yang Xuan's face was ugly, this feeling of being calculated so far made him very unhappy and extremely frightened.