The passage of time could not be felt in the mysterious cave. After Huang Wuji learned about the three-color Honglian, he also had a hint of curiosity in his heart about the other five sacred objects of luck.
However, curiosity is just curiosity, which does not mean that Huang Wuji is tempted by them. In Huang Wuji's view, although luck is important, it also requires the right people to play their role better.
"It's time to go out!" Although Huang Wuji didn't know how long he had stayed in the mysterious cave, he was certain that it would not be short.
For Huang Wuji, the mysterious cave with the three-color Honglian is like the back garden of his home. He can go out at any time as long as he has a thought. Unfortunately, Huang Wuji doesn't want to go out yet. The nine stone gates outside have a strong feeling for him.
Appeal.
The memory of Three-Color Honglian was basically cleared by Huang Wuji. However, the memory of the nine stone gates outside seemed to be sealed by something. No matter how hard he searched, he could not find any information about the inside of the nine stone gates.
memory.
In the opportunity of the three-color Honglian, there is only the most basic information about the secrets behind the nine stone gates. If you want to open the nine stone gates, you must spend luck to open them, which correspond to one hundred years, five hundred years, and so on.
One thousand years, five thousand years, ten thousand years, fifty thousand years, one hundred thousand years, five hundred thousand years, one million years.
Huang Wuji inherited the three-color Honglian's fortune for a hundred thousand years, and he was obsessed with the secret behind the nine stone gates. Huang Wuji came out of the Wanzai Blue Sky Pond, put on his clothes, and walked out.
Outside the entrance of the cave is the stone gate. The last stone gate requires a million years of luck. Huang Wuji is not arrogant enough to open it. He gave up on the 500,000-year stone gate. In front of the 100,000-year stone gate, Huang Wuji's
He stopped and put his hand on the stone door, preparing to transport his energy into the stone door.
However, when Huang Wuji's hands just touched the stone door, a heart-stopping fluctuation instantly spread from the body of the three-color Honglian to his body. A memory different from the three-color Honglian seemed to be an instinctive reaction.
As the master of the three-color Honglian, Huang Wuji immediately understood the meaning of the fluctuation.
As soon as he understood the meaning of the fluctuations, a drop of cold sweat flowed down his neck from Huang Wuji's forehead, and his face suddenly turned ugly. As the overlord of the Central-Earth human race, Huang Wuji had never seen such a situation in the unification war.
He has always been cold and ruthless in the eyes of others. He is always extremely calm and has few other expressions. His joy, anger, sorrow and joy seem to have been insulated from him.
The fluctuation turned into a piece of information and penetrated into Huang Wuji's mind. It turned out that inheriting the mysterious cave, a blessed land, was not without cost. The power to maintain the mysterious cave in a different space came from the luck of the three-color Honglian itself. Otherwise, the three-color Honglian
The luck accumulated by Se Honglian over millions of years will not only last for a mere hundred thousand years.
Although the three-color red lotus instinctively absorbs not much luck, over a million years, at least half a million years of luck will be spent on maintaining the blessed land of Cave Heaven. Adding in the fateful person plan once every 100,000 years, it can almost be said that
There is no income, only output.
After Huang Wuji became the master of the Three-color Honglian, although the Three-color Honglian still maintained its instinct to absorb the luck of heaven and earth. However, this ability has been greatly weakened, and it is still somewhat reluctant to maintain the operation of the Cave Heaven Paradise.
Fortunately, he has the support of one hundred thousand years of luck. If Huang Wuji uses up all his one hundred thousand years of luck at this time, then the Cave Heaven Paradise will collapse instantly, and the three-color Honglian will also disappear with the destruction of the Cave Heaven Paradise.
In a different space.
The Cave Heaven Paradise consumes five thousand years of luck every year, and a hundred thousand years of luck can only maintain its operation for twenty years. Thinking of this, Huang Wuji felt a little dizzy, and wanted to find five thousand years of luck every year to maintain the operation.
Cave Heaven Paradise is not a simple matter.
However, there is one thing that Huang Wuji is very happy about, that is, the three-color red lotus will automatically remind you when you encounter something with luck. Moreover, everyone in the world has his own luck, even if it is a piece of grass, a
A bouquet of flowers, a dog on the roadside, ants in the mountains, ordinary people, etc. all have their own luck.
Luck also has good and bad qualities. Normal luck is divided into white, yellow, red, gold, and finally purple. One-hundred-year luck, including five-hundred-year luck, is white luck, and thousand-year luck is yellow.
Luck, luck for ten thousand years is red, luck for one hundred thousand years is gold, and only the legendary luck for one million years is purple.
Purple itself is the most noble color in heaven and earth, and has been the supreme representative from ancient times to the present.
There is only one type of bad luck in luck, which is black. Ordinary black luck only makes a person unlucky, but for people who are black to a certain extent, bad luck will produce qualitative changes.
On the contrary, it can absorb normal luck.
However, bad luck can be said to be the best tonic for the six sacred objects. Ordinary black luck has almost minimal effect. However, black luck that lasts for more than ten thousand years can be transformed into normal luck.
, Thousand-Year Black Luck and Hundred-Year Black Luck can be used to maintain the operation of Dongtian Paradise.
However, there is a problem. People who have black luck for ten thousand years have an instinctive peek at the sacred objects of luck. People who have black luck for more than ten thousand years are also people with great blessings in some respects.
The reason why super unlucky people can survive is not due to luck.
People with black luck and owners of normal luck are naturally hostile. Both parties have a mission to destroy the other, and there is basically no time for the relationship to ease.
There are many problems with the Three-Color Honglian. Huang Wuji carefully recalled his past life, and it seemed that he had never had absolute hostility towards anyone. This situation shows that Huang Wuji was also the owner of normal luck back then, but he had never encountered any
The owner of black luck.
The world is infinite. If you say that there is not a single person with black luck among the hundreds of millions of people in the Middle-earth people, even if you kill Huang Wuji, you will not believe it. However, this is what happened. Huang Wuji has never encountered this in the war of unification.
This point raised a question in Huang Wuji's mind. Also, in his previous life, his unification war went too smoothly. He seemed to have saved the day every time. It could be said that he never lost a battle.
With the reference of the Three-Color Honglian, one doubt after another unfolded in his mind. There were so many doubts that made Huang Wuji feel a little strange about Qiankun Continent, as if a layer of mist had enveloped it, making it difficult to see clearly.
The universe is not as simple as Huang Wuji seems on the surface. There is an invisible big hand behind the five great dynasties of the human race in Middle-earth, and the children of the six great fortunes, controlling their lives, including Huang Wuji.
Thinking of this, Huang Wuji raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and a smile rose at the corners of his mouth. The chuckle grew from small to large, and finally turned into a crazy laugh.
"Interesting, interesting, so interesting. Only in this way can I, Huang Wuji, be reborn in vain!" Huang Wuji's face was filled with a crazy smile, his pupils were like soaring eagles in the sky, and there seemed to be streaks in his dark eyes.
Lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the originally black sky.
The laughter lasted for a quarter of an hour, gradually getting smaller and smaller. In the end, Huang Wuji's smiling face turned serious. Only the unwavering determination in his eyes made people feel that he was still the same person.
Huang Wuji walked through the stone gate that was a hundred thousand years old, and came to the first stone gate that only required a hundred years of luck. In the memory of the Three-Colored Lotus, luck is not unlimited. It will be lost once you use it. You must have
Only new sources can be added.
The stone gate of luck that is more than a thousand years old is not within the scope of Huang Wuji's consideration. It must not be a simple matter to encounter luck objects in the outside world. It is better to save a little bit. Luck is not money. If you lose it, you can't pay it back.
You can make money again, you can make money by burning, killing, looting, anything.
Huang Wuji placed his hands on the stone door, and with a thought in his mind, he could clearly find that a thin golden thread as big as a hair was separated from the golden luck in his body and penetrated into the stone door.
After losing a ray of golden luck, the golden luck suddenly changed and turned into an extremely deep red like ink. This change immediately shocked Huang Wuji. He thought something was wrong, and even shook the dust slowly.
He ignored the opened stone door and began to examine his body.
However, after checking several times, nothing was found wrong. Huang Wuji's nervous mind gradually relaxed, and he then searched for issues about luck in his huge memory.
Hard work paid off, and Huang Wuji found the answer from a corner of the huge memory of the three-color Honglian. It turned out that luck would also change accordingly. A trace of century-old luck was separated from the golden luck of a hundred thousand years, allowing
Huang Wuji's own luck has changed to ninety-nine thousand and nine hundred years, which is within the ten-thousand-year luck. It is normal for his luck to turn into red.
With this explanation, Huang Wuji felt relieved. However, he was still a little unhappy about the golden luck turning red. Huang Wuji turned around and saw the open stone door.
A touch of metallic luster emanated from the stone door. Huang Wuji stepped in. The stone door was only ten feet in size. There was a round table in the center. The metallic luster shone in the center of the table.
Huang Wuji came to the table and took a look. He curled his lips as if he was disdainful. He stretched out his hand to weigh the things on the table and held them in his hands. He said softly: "I thought it was something. It turned out to be a storage ring. It was a waste of me."
A hundred years of good luck, what a pity!”.
Huang Wuji bit his finger and dripped a trace of purple-gold blood on the ring. The moment the purple-gold blood touched the ring, a seven-color brilliance shot up into the sky, illuminating the entire stone gate like daylight.
Wandering inside the stone gate feels like you are in heaven.
Seeing the abnormality erupting from the ring, Huang Wuji's eyes narrowed, but his eyes became a little excited. The recognition process lasted for a quarter of an hour, and the colorful brilliance finally disappeared. Huang Wuji lowered his head and looked at the ring on his finger.
The thought penetrated into the ring.
The inside of the ring was gray and endless, seemingly endless. There were three shining golden brocade boxes floating in the gray sky. When Huang Wuji saw the brocade box, he showed a smile on his face.
The situation was pretty much what he had guessed.
The gorgeous performance of the ring just now made Huang Wuji believe that the ring must not be simple. A mere storage ring cannot reach the level of a hundred years of luck.
Seeing the three brocade boxes in the ring, Huang Wuji knew that his idea was correct. His mind withdrew from the ring, and Huang Wuji, who opened his eyes, had three brocade boxes in his hand. The brocade boxes were wrapped in golden grosgrain.
, under the illumination of Shimen Night Pearl, there is a feeling of beauty.dd