my eldest wife

Looking at the scene in front of him, Qin Yu's eyes widened.

I saw that in this room, apart from a huge platform, there were walls full of bottles and cans!

There seems to be something flowing in the jar, both like breath and liquid. They seem to have the consciousness of life, and they are constantly wriggling in the jar.

At a glance, there are at least thousands of such bottles!

"These... are good fortune?" Qin Yu murmured in a low voice.

For some reason, he felt an uncomfortable feeling in his heart.

Zongzhu Hu got up from the ground, and there was a huge earthen jar on the side of his formation.

At this time, there was already some golden breath in the crock.

"Qin Yu, you killed my son, I must take revenge!" Sect Master Hu said through gritted teeth.

Although the cruel words were released, Hu Zongzhu spoke very without confidence, and even his body was trembling.

Qin Yu even ignored his cruel words, but pointed to the pots on the surrounding walls, and said, "This is good fortune? What kind of object is this, and how should it be used?"

Zongzhu Hu was taken aback for a moment, and he said angrily: "Qin Yu! You broke into my house and killed my son, and you still act like a normal person. You really don't think much of me, Mr. Hu!"

Qin Yu frowned, he took a step forward, and suddenly protruded his golden palm.

This palm grabbed Hu Zongzhu's neck and lifted him into the air.

The terrifying vigor immediately strangled Hu Zongzhu's lifeline!Make it immobile!

"You are not my opponent at all, why are you talking harshly here." Qin Yu said coldly.

Zongzhu Hu struggled desperately, his pupils were full of panic!

He is also a Marquis of Wu, but he looks like a three-year-old child in front of Qin Yu, and he has no strength to fight back at all!

Qin Yu let go of Zongzhu Hu and threw him to the ground.

After that, Qin Yu patted his palm and said coldly: "If you don't want to die, you can answer my question honestly."

Zongzhu Hu was also scared. He got up from the ground and said bravely, "You... you can tell."

Qin Yu pointed to the bottles and jars around him, and said, "What are these?"

Hu Zongzhu said in a low voice: "This is the power of good fortune, which is absorbed from human beings..."

"The power of good fortune? What is that?" Qin Yu narrowed his eyes.

Hu Zongzhu explained: "The power of good fortune is a very strange divine power. I don't know how to explain it, but the beauty brought by this power is great."

Qin Yu signaled Hu Zongzhu to continue.

Sect Master Hu coughed and continued, "I don't know if you've heard of the power of faith."

Qin Yu nodded slightly, and said, "It is said that it is a kind of power in religion."

"To be precise, it is the power of human belief. This power is both pure and terrifying!" said Hu Zongzhu.

"As for the power of good fortune, it is the power formed by good fortune. This kind of power is not limited to human beings, but all objects with luck will produce the power of good fortune."

Hearing these words, Qin Yu couldn't help being a little shocked.

There is such a strange power in the world?Simply unheard of!

In just a few days, Qin Yu's world view has almost been overturned!

"That is to say... Qingcheng's good fortune was really absorbed by you?" Qin Yu frowned.

Sect Master Hu didn't hide it either, he nodded and said: "That's true, most of the power of creation you see in front of you comes from Qingcheng."

Qin Yu remained silent, he looked down at the jars on the stage.

Inside the jar, there was a golden breath flowing.

"Is this my own creation?" Qin Yu asked.

Sect Master Hu nodded and said, "Yes, but I only learned part of it..."

Qin Yu became more and more surprised. He picked up the jar and looked it over carefully.

The so-called power of good fortune in the jar is a mass of breath.

These breaths can't even feel any fluctuations, and they are no different from air.

"What is the use of this power of good fortune?" Qin Yu asked.

Hu Zongzhu said: "The power of good fortune, to put it bluntly, is luck, and the power brought by luck is infinite."

"Not only can he improve a person's cultivation, but he can even change a person's fate and his upper limit! It is one of the most powerful and precious powers!"

Qin Yu was even more surprised immediately.

Does this kind of magic still exist in the world?

Forcibly taking away other people's cultivation base is fine, but how can you forcibly take away their luck?

"What will happen to those who are deprived of the power of good fortune?" Qin Yu asked.

Hu Zongzhu quickly said: "Once the power of good fortune is deprived, people will be particularly unlucky, and it will take a long time to recover..."

Speaking of this, Hu Zongzhu hurriedly explained: "I have only absorbed the luck of Qingcheng for ten years, and next year will be the last year!"

Qin Yu looked around, and he said a little puzzled: "Then why did you choose to stay in Qingcheng? Instead of choosing other cities?"

Zongzhu Hu frowned, as if he had some concerns.

Qin Yu said coldly: "If you don't want to die, I will deprive you of your life right now."

Hu Zongzhu was helpless, he could only say: "Many cities cannot seize the power of good fortune. It is very difficult to seize the luck of a city. Multiple conditions must be met."

"For example, this city must be a new city, it must have a very long luck, and there are also great restrictions on the terrain..."

"I've been looking for it for many years, and only Qingcheng meets the requirements..."

Qin Yu was still a little puzzled, and he couldn't help asking: "Then why don't you seize the individual? What kind of genius, what kind of young master, must their luck be very good?"

Sect Master Hu gave a sigh of relief, and said, "Normally speaking, this is indeed the case, but in fact it is not so easy to operate."

"For the capture of individuals, it is easy to be discovered."

"Furthermore, the luck of a big family is usually great luck. With my ability, I can't take it forcibly, and it may even lead to disaster."

Qin Yu's face was a little displeased.

He said with a cold face: "That is to say, your bullshit technique can only bully the weak and fear the strong? Take the luck of the weak?"

"Yes... yes, that's almost what it means..." Sect Master Hu muttered in a low voice.

Qin Yu suddenly had the urge to slap Zongzhu Hu to death.

The luck of ordinary people is already not good enough, and it is too difficult for this kind of magician to steal it secretly.

"Give back the luck." Qin Yu frowned as he looked at the bottles and cans all over the wall.

Hu Zongzhu said embarrassingly: "Once the power of good fortune is absorbed, it is impossible to return it..."

"Just like the power of faith, it flows in one direction."

Qin Yu frowned even tighter.

He stood here for a long time, and after a while he sighed helplessly: "Hey, then I can only bear the pain to absorb these powers of creation."