The passage of time could not be felt in the mysterious cave, and after Huang Wuji learned about the three-colored Hung Lotus, he also had a trace of curiosity about the other five Qi Luck Holy Relics in his heart.

However, curiosity is curiosity, which does not mean that Huang Wuji is attracted to them. In Huang Wuji's view, luck is important. However, it is also necessary to have the right people to play their role better.

"It's time to go out!" Huang Wuji didn't know how long he had been in the mysterious cave. However, one thing is certain, the time will not be short.

With the three-color Honglian Mysterious Cave, for Huang Wuji, it is like the back garden of his own home, as long as he has a thought, he can go out at any time. It's a pity that Huang Wuji doesn't want to go out yet, and the nine stone gates outside have a strong attraction for him.

The memories of the three-color Honglian were basically dredged up by Huang Wuji. However, the memory of the Nine Stone Gates outside seemed to be sealed by something, and no matter how much I searched, I couldn't find any memory of the inside of the Nine Stone Gates.

In the opportunity of the three-color rainbow lotus, 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 have to spend luck to open them, corresponding to one hundred years, five hundred years, one thousand years, five thousand years, ten thousand years, five thousand years, ten thousand years, fifty thousand years, one hundred thousand years, five hundred thousand years, and one million years.

Huang Wuji inherited the 100,000-year-old fortune of the three-color Honglian, and he was obsessed with the secret behind the Nine Stone Gates. Huang Wuji came out of the Ten Thousand Years Blue Sky Pool, got dressed, and walked out.

Beyond the entrance of the cave is the stone gate, the last stone gate needs millions of years of luck, and Huang Wuji is not yet arrogant enough that he can definitely open it. The 500,000-year-old also gave up, and when he arrived in front of the 100,000-year-old Qi Luck Stone Gate, Huang Wuji's footsteps stopped, and he stretched out his hand to stick to the stone gate, preparing to transport his own qi into the stone gate.

However, when Huang Wuji's hands had just touched the stone gate, a palpitating fluctuation instantly spread from the body of the three-color Honglian to his body. A memory that was different from the three-color Honglian seemed to be an instinctive reaction, and Huang Wuji, who was the owner of the three-color Honglian, immediately understood the meaning of the fluctuations.

As soon as he understood the meaning of the fluctuations, a drop of cold sweat ran down Huang Wuji's forehead, and his face suddenly became ugly. As the overlord of the Middle-earth race, Huang Wuji has never been in such a situation in the war of unification, he has always been ruthless in the eyes of others, he is always in extreme calm, there are few other expressions, joy, anger and sorrow seem to have been insulated from him.

The fluctuation turned into a piece of information and drilled into Huang Wuji's brain, and it turned out that he inherited the blessed land of the mysterious cave, and it was not without a price. The power to maintain the mysterious cave in the different space is the luck of the three-color Honglian itself, otherwise the luck accumulated by the three-color Honglian for millions of years would not be only a mere 100,000 years.

Although the three-colored Honglian instinctively absorbed not much qi luck, in millions of years, at least 500,000 years of qi luck was spent on maintaining the Cave Heaven Blessed Land. With the addition of 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 instinctive absorption of heaven and earth luck. However, this ability has been greatly weakened, and it is still a little reluctant to maintain the operation of the Cave Heaven Blessed Land.

Fortunately, there are 100,000 years of luck to support it. If, Huang Wuji used up his 100,000 years of luck at this time, then the Cave Heaven Blessed Land would collapse instantly, and the three-color Hung Lotus would also disappear into the other space along with the destruction of the Cave Heaven Blessed Land.

The Cave Heaven Blessed Land needs to consume 5,000 years of Qi Luck every year, and 100,000 years of Qi Luck can only maintain 20 years of operation. As soon as he thought of this, Huang Wuji felt a little dizzy, and it was not a simple matter to look for five thousand years every year to maintain the Cave Heaven Blessed Land.

However, there is one thing that Huang Wuji feels very relieved about, that is, the three-color Honglian will automatically remind when he encounters something lucky. Moreover, everyone in heaven and earth has their own luck, even if it is a grass, a bouquet of flowers, a dog on the side of the road, ants in the mountains, ordinary people, etc., all have their own luck.

Luck is also good and bad, normal luck is divided into white, yellow, red, and gold. And the last purple. The 100-year luck includes the 500-year luck that belongs to the white luck, the thousand-year luck is yellow, the 10,000-year luck is red, the 100,000-year luck is golden, and only the legendary million-year luck is purple.

Purple itself is the most noble color in heaven and earth, and it has been the supreme representative since ancient times.

There is only one kind of bad luck in luck, and that is black, ordinary black luck, which is just a person who is unlucky, but a person who is black to a certain extent. Bad luck will produce qualitative changes, and to a certain extent, it can absorb normal luck.

And, bad luck can be said to be the best tonic for the six holy relics. Ordinary black luck brings almost no effect. However, the black luck of more than 10,000 years can be transformed into normal luck, and the black luck of a thousand years and a hundred years of black luck can be used to maintain the operation of the blessed land of the cave.

However, there is a problem, people who have black 10,000-year-old luck have an instinctive peek at the luck relic. A person who can have more than 10,000 years of black luck is also a person of great fortune in some ways, and a super unlucky person can not die, not what fortune is.

The person with black luck and the owner of normal luck are inherently hostile relationships, and both parties take it as their responsibility to destroy each other, and there will be basically no time when the relationship eases.

There are many questions about the three-colored Honglian, and Huang Wuji carefully recalls the past of his life, and it seems that he has never had absolute hostility towards anyone. This situation shows that Huang Wuji also belonged to the owner of normal luck back then, but he has never encountered the owner of black luck.

Heaven and earth are infinitely large, and if you want to say that there is not a single black luck person among the hundreds of millions of people in the Middle Earth race, you will not believe it if you kill Huang Wuji. However, that's the way it is, Huang Wuji has never encountered it in a unified war.

This point gave rise to a question in Huang Wuji's heart. Also, in his previous life, his own reunification war was too smooth, and it seemed that every time he turned danger into a disaster, it can be said that he did not lose a single battle.

With the reference of the three-color Honglian, one doubt after another unfolded in his heart. There are so many doubts that Huang Wuji feels a little strange to the Qiankun Continent, as if shrouded in a layer of mist that makes people unable to see it really.

Qiankun is not as simple as Huang Wuji seems on the surface. The five great dynasties of the Middle-earth people, the sons of the six great fortunes, seem to have an invisible big hand behind them that is manipulating their lives, including Huang Wuji.

Thinking of this, the corners of Huang Wuji's mouth were slightly raised, and a smile rose at the corners of his mouth, and the light laughter grew from small to large, and finally turned into a crazy laugh.

"Interesting, interesting, so interesting, only in this way will it not be in vain for my Emperor Wuji to be reborn once!" Huang Wuji's face was filled with a crazy smile, his eyes were like eagles soaring in the sky, and there seemed to be lightning in his dark eyes that streaked across the sky, illuminating the originally black sky.

The laughter lasted for a quarter of an hour, gradually getting smaller and smaller, and finally Huang Wuji's smiling face became serious, only the indomitable firmness in his eyes made people feel that he was still the same person.

Huang Wuji walked through the 100,000-year-old stone gate and came to the first stone gate that only needed a hundred years of luck. In the memory of the three-color rainbow lotus, luck is not infinite, it will be used once less, and it must be replenished by a new source.

The Fortune Stone Gate, which is more than a thousand years old, is not within the scope of Huang Wuji's consideration. If you want to encounter luck in the outside world, it must not be a simple thing, you can save a little is a little, luck is not money, you can make money if you don't have it, you can make money by burning, killing, looting, and plundering.

Huang Wuji put his hands on the stone gate, and with a movement of his heart, he could clearly find that a thin thread the size of a hair was separated from the golden qi in his body and drilled into the stone gate.

The originally golden golden luck also changed abruptly after a wisp of light, turning into an extremely ink-like crimson. This change suddenly surprised Huang Wuji, and he thought that something was wrong, and he didn't even bother to start checking his body with the stone door that was slowly opening with shaking dust.

However, after checking several times, I didn't find anything wrong. Huang Wuji's nervous heart gradually relaxed, and then he searched for questions about luck in his huge memory.

The hard work paid off, and Huang Wuji found the answer from a corner of the huge memory of the three-color Honglian. It turns out that the luck will also change relatively, and a trace of the hundred-year-old luck is separated from the golden luck of 100,000 years, so that Huang Wuji's own luck becomes 99,900 years, which belongs to the 10,000-year luck, and it is normal to turn into red luck.

With this explanation, Huang Wuji was relieved. However, there is still some discomfort with the golden luck turning red. Huang Wuji turned his head and saw the open stone door.

A metallic luster emanated from the stone door, Huang Wuji stepped in, the stone door was only ten zhang in size, and a round table was placed in the center, and the metallic luster shone in the center of the table.

Huang Wuji looked at the table, the corners of his mouth seemed to be disdainful, he reached out and weighed the things on the table and squeezed them in his hand, and said softly: "I thought it was something." It turned out to be a storage ring, what a pity to waste my luck for a hundred years!".

Huang Wuji bit his finger and dripped blood with a hint of purple gold onto the ring. At the moment when the purple gold blood touched the ring, a colorful light rose to the sky, illuminating the entire stone gate as if it were a white sun, and the seven-colored light floated in the stone gate as if in the heavenly realm.

Seeing the abnormality that erupted from the ring, Huang Wuji's eyes narrowed, but his gaze became a little excited. The process of recognizing the Lord lasted for a quarter of an hour, and the colorful brilliance finally disappeared, and Huang Wuji looked down at the ring on his finger, and an idea got into the ring.

The inside of the ring was gray, as far as the eye could see, and it seemed to be endless, and three brocade boxes with golden light floated above the gray. Huang Wuji saw the brocade box, and a smile appeared on his face outside, the situation inside the ring was similar to what he had guessed.

The gorgeous performance of the ring just now made Huang Wuji think that the ring must not be simple, and a storage ring has not yet reached the level of exchanging it for a hundred years of luck.

Seeing the three brocade boxes in the ring, Huang Wuji knew that his idea was not wrong at all. The mind withdrew from the ring, and Huang Wuji, who opened his eyes, had three more brocade boxes in his hands, and the brocade boxes wrapped in golden grosgrain had a beautiful feeling under the illumination of the Shimen Night Pearl.