Li Qingxian retreated into the Ming Mansion, swept seven places, and found that the top of the rockery in his life pool had ended and water was formed.

The waterfall poured out and fell into the pool.

As the waterfall fell, there was no strange smell.

In the fate pool, there were actually ten fewer lucky fish.

Li Qingxian watched with sloppy eyes, and the light on the surface of his life mansion was brighter than yesterday._o_m

The aura of the life mansion has greatly weakened.

All life stars are bad as if they are nourished by weak power.

Among them, the dripping water forms a lake and the soil is most obvious when it reaches the mountain. The diameter of the small lake is several dozen feet long, and the peaks are inexplicably lowered by more than ten feet.

Li Qingxian's mission plate was deduced, and found that within an hour, there were no subtle luck inexplicably retreating into the life palace.

Before these two hundred candidates died, no Xiaobo luck retreated.

The total amount of your overall fortune and fortune increase is equal to one-seventh of an abnormal first-grade monk

But the luck you actually get is ten times the increase in volume, and the other four-tenths of the power is hidden.

Come, it still disappeared.

Li Qingxian calculated a little and found that the total amount of luck he got the last time was less than the total death of the candidates.

One in.

"It seems that it is true that the luck of the candidate before his death is given to the rest of the people.

"But 80,000 candidates, why do you get one percent directly? Logically speaking, should it be about one percent? Why can you get a full eight hundred times your luck?
Chapter completed!