Hu Tian originally thought that he would use the unique vision of the beast's magical power to control luck to find out the upward luck in Commander Hu. Then he would use this as a goal to catch up with Commander Tiger and chop off his head!

But the plan did not change. He changed three fortunes in succession, but found that a sixth fortune suddenly appeared on his body. This fortune was white, almost transparent, and Hu Tian was both unfamiliar and familiar. This white luck was not to him.

He had never seen it before. In the rock caves where the Jin tribe lived, he personally observed that many members of the Jin tribe had such luck.

"Is it because I also practiced Junzi Sword?" With such doubts, he stepped into the battlefield again. He was immediately stunned by the sight in front of him.

The Gu supernatural power to control luck gave him a different visual sense, allowing him to see this unparalleled scene.

On the huge battlefield, fate is entangled, like black clouds pressing over the city, like bloody wolf smoke!

Everyone was fighting and fighting without mercy. Flesh and blood were flying everywhere, corpses were everywhere, and blood flowed into rivers. Everyone's body was surrounded by steaming luck, burning like a flame. Everyone's luck rose and gathered.

In the sky, it seems that various threads are tangled together to form a big mess.

This big mess was colorful and extremely gorgeous, almost dazzling Hu Tian's eyes. Black luck represents bad luck. Bloody luck represents battles and injuries. As for the luck of the other colors, Hu Tian is not sure.

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He practiced the Huanxi Zen Sutra. Although he did not achieve great success, there is a section in the sutra that states the "Method of Determining Destiny by Observing Appearances". He can infer his or her destiny by observing other people's appearance, and always judge whether they are a good cauldron for dual cultivation. Among them are

It involves some mysteries of fate. Hu Tian tasted them for a long time, but he was a little confused.

"It's a pity that there is no fortune-telling method in Jingtianxu Market. It seems to be extremely precious!" He sighed in his heart, but looked at it carefully, and soon became energetic and discovered something strange in it.

He found that every member of the Jin clan on the battlefield had almost a stream of white luck rising from his body. These strands of white luck gathered together in mid-air to form a winding stream. They poured back down, and some of them poured into the old man's body.

The head of the clan leader Jin Wenbo. The other part jumped to his body.

"So that's it. The white luck on my body turns out to come from a member of the Jin clan. There is a record of scale feathers in "The Story of the Universe". It seems to be said that all the leaders of a country and the head of a family uphold the

It affects the rise and fall of the entire country and the family. People in high positions have the fortune of wealth and prosperity."

Originally, Hu Tian did not receive this kind of treatment. However, he was recently promoted to the Supreme Elder of the Jin clan and was a well-deserved leader. At the same time, he spread the merits of the combination sword, powerful combat power, and every favor and power in the Jin clan.

The status in the heart of the clan members rose rapidly. This spread the fortune of the entire Jin clan.

There is no doubt that this white luck is definitely good luck for him. He continued to observe and found that it was indeed the case.

Bao, Sun, Le, Shi and other clans all have a specific color of luck, which rises from each clan into the air and converges into a torrent, which finally pours down into several large tributaries and the leaders of each clan.

, high-level, fighting heroes are connected together.

Hu Tian looked at him with a fierce look: "These people are all high-level leaders of various ethnic groups, or people who have won the hearts of the people. If I take advantage of the chaos and kill them one by one, I can then gather the others."

The Jin clan serves as the framework, forming the largest joint group in the fantasy world. They mine mutant magic crystal minerals for me day and night... Huh?"

He glanced at it and realized that not only people were contaminated with luck, but also the various flags and flags on the battlefield were imbued with great luck. Suddenly, he thought of the big plaque in the Jin Clan's training hall. Jin

Wenbo once described it, saying that it is the spiritual sustenance of the entire Jin people.

At this moment, a light flashed in Hu Tian's mind, and two thoughts flashed through his mind.

"It seems that utensils can also inherit the destiny. When they are prosperous, they will suffer when they are damaged. I remember that in the history of China in the previous life, there was a piece of He's jade, which showed the destiny of the country and represented the orthodoxy of China. It is impossible to say that that piece of jade was also poured into the people of the whole country.

A torrent of luck.”

"No wonder there is a saying on the battlefield that beheading generals and cutting down flags. When a Chinese military flag falls, the good fortune gathered by the army will be lost. Morale will naturally drop."

At this moment, Hu Tian's mind flashed with flashes of light, and a wave of enlightenment surged into his heart. He knew that he had unveiled a mysterious corner of the veil of destiny, and his world view was subverted in a way, and his understanding of the world rose to another level.

A sense of novelty, joy, and harvest arose out of thin air.

The charm of cultivation lies in this. Continuous growth, constant harvest, and constant touching.

He then focused his attention on the other five elements of luck on his body.

The strongest black bad luck is like a line of smoke, curling up and connecting with other bad luck around it to form a huge black cloud.

In the entire battlefield, apart from the black bad luck that has the most, it is the bloody disaster. People call it "bloody disaster". Hu Tian speculated that the bloody luck represents disaster, injury, and consumption of vitality.

On the battlefield, all kinds of desperate battles are where the most blood is consumed. Therefore, the black and blood masses of luck in the sky are entangled with each other and become the two main protagonists. The other colors of luck, no matter how bright and dazzling the colors are, are just supporting roles.

Hu Tian looked at his bloody misfortune, but it was a little light, not as strong as others'. The pink peach blossom luck was lingering in the air, forming a line with another peach blossom luck. Hu Tian followed the pink mist and looked, and sure enough,

The other end is connected to Jinqueer.

He looked at the blue luck again, but there were two branches in the sky. One was connected to Jin Wenbo, and the other was connected to a strange old man. Judging from the luck lingering around him, he should be a member of the Hu family.

A respected elder leader.

"This is a bit strange. Could it be that I can get some benefit from this old man from the Hu family?"

Putting aside the faint doubts, he looked at his red luck to return to his roots. He saw this bright red luck, which was particularly obvious in mid-air. It traced an arch bridge-like trace, and finally fell directly to the other end of the battlefield.

A small group of Huya Camp soldiers gathered there to form a solid battle group and were fighting stubbornly.

"Fire luck returns to its roots... take a look."

As soon as Hu Tian swung the magic weapon Minghong Sword, the invisible sword energy was wrapped around him, and he suddenly became shadowy. He lurked towards the place where his fire luck fell.

Now his strength has greatly increased, and the invisible sword energy is brought about by him, like an antelope hanging its horns, without any trace of an axe, and the world is agile and not jerky. Even the tiger commander fell under such swordsmanship, let alone these soldiers from the Huya Camp.

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Chichichichichi...

The Minghong Sword exuded invisible sword energy, cutting off big heads one after another. Blood spattered all the way, and Hu Tian was like a steel knife cutting into butter. He easily penetrated the battle formation, and the destination of the return of the fire was right in front of him.

"Ah! The God of Death is coming! Everyone, run!"

"Withdraw, withdraw, withdraw!"

"You can keep the green hills and don't have to worry about running out of firewood! Let's go after Lord Hushuai together!"

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Hu Tian's appearance immediately triggered the complete collapse of Huya Camp. The few remaining soldiers of Huya Camp mounted the Demon Flame Tiger and fled in various directions. The coalition forces cheered loudly, beat the drowned dogs, and chased them wildly.

In the torrent, there was a group of people quickly approaching Hu Tian's direction.

"Quick, quick, quick! Even if you risk your life, you must stop that murderer and protect my Hu family's token!" There was an old man in front of him, with a skinny figure but a fierce momentum. There were dozens of wounds on his body, and blood was thrown in a string in the air.

Still leading the way, holding a large machine gun, he collided with Hu Tian!

"It's actually a trap horse?" Hu Tiansha came through and rushed to where the fire luck fell, but he was stunned.
Chapter completed!