If others copy the talent, they can copy it at the touch of a finger, and gain unlimited profits.
Lin Hui copied the entry, and the three iron rules were stuck. If he made a wrong bet, he would start in hell.
[If the favorability level is less than 80, it cannot be touched;
One life comes only once, and there is no way to make amends if you miss it;
The drawing is completely random, and if you draw a negative one, it cannot be deleted. You must wear it for a whole year, and the opportunity for that year will be immediately invalidated.
At the beginning, there was a disaster in the town. He bet on the Pure Yang Dao Body of the genius senior sister of the sect, and ended up winning the [Tiansha Lone Star].
That year, all those close to him were killed or injured, and the whole sect called him a calamity. He packed up his bed and fled into the Misty Forest overnight, and lived like a savage despite the debuff.
Fighting in Black Cloud City again, he bet on the unparalleled fighting power of the Berserker Cultivator, and ended up winning the [Fight the Mad Inner Demon].
He resisted the demons in his heart to rob the magic field, destroy the altar, and kill the golden elixir. He became famous in one battle and almost drove himself crazy to death in the rain of curses.
Everyone says that cultivating immortals and ascending to heaven will lead to immortality.
Only Lin Hui knows——
The so-called ascension is nothing more than the harvesting channel of the upper realm breeding farm;
The so-called entries are nothing more than the imprints planted on people by the origin of the trick.
From being a low-level talisman cultivator in the border areas, to being a yin-yang double golden elixir, to being in charge of the Kyushu Anti-Trick Alliance.
He gambled his life to survive by drawing cards again and again, swimming upstream through layers of truth, collecting seventy-two original entries, and rewriting the rules of the world.
It's the first day of the first lunar month of another year.
The boundary guard, with his white hair hanging down his shoulders, stood in the sea breeze at the Tianqing ruins.
The jade on Lin Hui's fingertips was slightly hot.
This time, the bet is on a 30,000-year inheritance and the fate of the entire human race.
——Do you dare to draw this card this year?
