Fast Transmigration: Raiders of that coquettish boss

Chapter 345 God's Little Turtle (49)

Comprehension pays attention to luck.

Some people's spiritual root aptitude is not good, but their luck is good, or they get a treasure from heaven and earth in a treasure hunt, or they inadvertently learn from Da Luo Zhenxian as their teacher.

There are also people who have no one in ten thousand spiritual roots, but their luck is so bad that they eventually disappear from everyone.

This "Heaven-Overcoming Creation Technique" concentrates the practitioner's luck together to increase the luck of a certain person or a certain sect!
In this way, it seems to be able to explain why the Green Leaf Sect has so many ascension practitioners in just one year.

It's just that this "Seizing the Heaven Fortune Art" is too vicious, and it requires countless practitioners, it cannot be implemented by one person or a small sect.

This insidious method has three levels.

The one just mentioned is the largest, bloodiest and cruelest one.

The number of people who need to repair is seventy-seven to 49.

Once again, the first class requires the luck of 99 practitioners.

The last class also needs ninety-nine and 81 people.

The eyes are the seat of the spirit, and the skin is the seat of the essence. If you want to successfully implement this kind of magic, you need to skin the practitioners alive and dig out their eyes, and then seal the skin and eyes with a formation. The practitioner needs to open an altar to practice On the 49th day of July [-]th, worshiped devoutly and recited the Solomon script silently.

All in all, this is a very evil and extremely cruel practice.

No, it can no longer be called a practice technique, it should be called a sorcery.

"Little turtle, look at the number of those people. How many do you think have been poisoned?"

Mingyu closed her eyes and thought for a moment, then opened her eyes.

"Tens of thousands, at least the second class."

In other words, at least nearly [-] cultivators have been murdered.

"Mr. Ziyuan, so many cultivators died unexpectedly. This matter is no small matter. Should we report it to the God Emperor?"

The number of mortal cultivators always maintains a certain balance. Such a large-scale casualty is really rare, and this matter is no small matter.

Zi Yuanjun nodded when he heard the words: "Yes."

This matter is unusual, and the Upper Immortal Realm naturally needs to know about it.

"No, I'm just curious. A small Green Leaf Sect is nothing more than a small cultivation sect in the mortal world. How can it have such a big hand and plan and organize such a large-scale evil?"

"I just think those people are miserable!"

Mingyu had witnessed the miserable conditions of those people with her own eyes. What happened right now was unheard of and extremely tragic!
"But where did the souls of those cultivators go?"

Huanyue Shenjun suddenly thought of something, "Suddenly there are so many living souls, the nether world will be overcrowded, but it has happened for so long, there is no news from there, unless-"

"Unless everything is normal on their side and there is nothing unusual!"

Mingyu took his words and slowly grinded her little paws.

The claw she sharpened was the one that touched the eyeball just now.

Thinking of the sticky touch, her entire body was still covered in goosebumps.

"So, where did they go?"

Lord Huanyue looked at Lord Zi Yuan, hoping that he would come up with an idea.

"Everyone in the Green Leaf Sect, especially Liu Changqing, is our key investigation target."

With a calm face, Zi Yuanjun spoke softly to him, explaining patiently.

"What else? Master, who do we need to investigate?"

Upon hearing this, Mingyu waved her little paw and opened her mouth.

But Lord Ziyuan pretended not to hear him, and greeted Lord Huanyue, "It's night, it's time to go to bed."

(End of this chapter)