Wuyin Xingyu was completely convinced. He no longer had any doubts about the boy in the magic pool below. He even had more confidence in him than Lu Changsheng.

Without him, because at this time, Wang Yu's soul has reached six feet, and is impacting towards the realm above six feet!

Yes, he encountered a bottleneck again!

And Wuyin Xingyu counted the time, and suddenly he completely lost any confidence, and he didn't dare to make rash guesses anymore.

Now he and Lu Changsheng have just transferred over, and he seems to have become the Lu Changsheng before: "I think he should be able to break through this bottleneck!"

Lu Changsheng secretly glanced at Wuyin Xingyu and sighed silently in his heart: "Tianjiao is a Tianjiao, and his strength is also strong, but his mental state is a bit lacking."

The attitude is not firm and can be easily influenced by external objects.

Although this foreign object is indeed a bit strong, you shouldn't change your mind so quickly!

Even if this is true in itself, it represents an unstable Taoist heart, which is a big problem.

"There is still a lack of tempering!" Lu Changsheng only said this in his heart, but did not dare to say it out.

He withdrew his gaze and looked at Wang Yu in the Five Yin Devil Pond. He narrowed his eyes and said decisively: "That's it. It's time for him to come out!"

The bottleneck between nurture and nature is not easy to break. There are too many things involved!

Wang Yu is a boy. He is sure of the opponent's talent, but he doesn't think he has the luck to support him in breaking through the innate barrier!

Although it is somewhat unfair to say this, there is clearly a basis for breaking through innateness, but one cannot break through innateness.

But this is reality!

Reality has never been fair. Between two people with the same foundation, one is a disciple of a saint and the other is a disciple of an ordinary monk. Which one has a broader future?

"It's a pity to be a fourth-generation disciple of Jiejiao!" Thinking of this, Lu Changsheng couldn't help but shook his head with regret.

Wang Yu's status is still too low. Although Jiejiao is great and has a lot of luck, it is not much if it is distributed to each disciple.

Moreover, Jiejiao divides luck based on seniority and ability!

The higher the seniority, the more luck you get!

The stronger your ability, the more luck you can get!

It's a pity that Wang Yu is only a fourth-generation disciple, and similarly, he is only a god-transformation monk!

It is an unknown existence among Jiejiao!

Basically, there are definitely not many people paying attention to him!

Therefore, he was sure that Wang Yu was definitely not qualified to break through the innate!

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"Huh?" Duobao suddenly felt something in Jin'ao Island, a golden space, and said in surprise.

Just now, he suddenly felt that his own veins and luck were flowing, and there was an existence that was devouring the luck!

"Well, you are indeed brave!" He smiled instead of being surprised, and punched with his hand.

The void shattered, revealing endless darkness. Then I stretched my hand into the darkness, grabbed hard, and then heard the real sound of water flowing.

The water is surging and rushing, carrying a rich, cool, and ethereal complex atmosphere.

When Duobao retracted his hand, he brought out a long river of mixed white.

It is said to be a long river, but it has the appearance of a long river, but inside it is misty smoke, fluttering like smoke and mist.

This is like a river of smoke, stretching in front of you, about a foot long, and you can see it all at a glance.

But when you look carefully, it feels like it is endless. Your eyes are fascinated by the white smoke, and you are suddenly immersed in the white smoke, and you don't know where you are.

A river of smoke has no beginning and no end.

Of course, Duobao was not an ordinary person and was not fascinated by Yanhe's power. With a little chubby finger, the Yanhe dispersed, revealing what was underneath.

There were actually dozens of figures shrouded in divine light, standing in the river of smoke, arranged in three levels: upper and lower.

The figure on the top, slightly fat, with a round face and a smiling face, is none other than Duobao.

The leader on the next floor, wearing a red flame robe, with a majestic expression, narrow phoenix eyes, and holding a fire dragon dart in his hand, is the Holy Mother of Fire Spirits.

Behind him, four figures stood majestically, motionless as a mountain, with different faces, green, gold, red, and blue.

The four generals of the Demon Family!

Behind the four people, there are many other figures, each standing in the river of smoke, with divine light blooming, extraordinary visions, and a high and majestic demeanor.

This is the second floor, and when we reach the third floor, there are relatively ordinary figures.

The face is clear, fighting in the river of smoke, unable to control itself, being pushed by the power of the river of smoke, drifting with the current, rocking back and forth, left and right.

Hu Lei, Luo Xuan, Hei Yue, Wang Yu, etc. are all among them.

Duobao's eyes fell, and with just one glance, they were fixed on Wang Yu on the third floor: "Hey, it's this kid... He's actually devouring luck?"

He was a little confused. Qi was an invisible force, a high-level Tao.

It only works in the dark and can rarely be used directly.

Even ordinary immortals and gods are not qualified to touch luck. Only after they have attained the immortal golden immortality can they directly observe luck and make preliminary use of it.

But now, what did he see?

A disciple who is still in the mortal realm is actively devouring luck... and...

Duobao looked at it carefully, then raised his eyebrows and was even more surprised: "It's not just devouring luck, but such a large amount?"

Luck itself is very magical and powerful. In the prehistoric world, it is vaguely superior to Tao.

Together with the power of merit, they are listed as the two supreme powers, and there is a faint feeling of secretly pulling all living beings forward.

Usually a small drop of luck is enough to create many children of luck in the world, and such a huge amount of luck is pulled...

Duobao just thought about it, and he immediately had the answer in his mind: "It's enough to create an immortal!"

Don’t underestimate the immortals because they think they are in the world of gods. After all, they are also immortals after enlightenment!

In the mortal world, he is no longer a small person!

You can't compare it with the powerful ones like Duobao...it's too far behind!

"Wang Yu, isn't this kid just cultivating the Great Way of Strength? This is not the time to understand the Great Way and work hard to improve his strength...how can he have the intention to swallow up his luck?"

Duobao was puzzled, only puzzled, but not angry.

He is very optimistic about Wang Yu, his disciple. Whether it is talent or opportunity, there is something about it that makes him unable to control it!

He felt that if he trained his disciple properly, he might be able to give him a big surprise!

At least, even he was greatly shocked when he truly realized the Great Way of Power!

Now, seeing Wang Yu's movement in the misty river of luck, Duobao stretched out his hand and began to calculate.

As a quasi-sage, he has everything in time, space and destiny in his hands. As long as he thinks about it, except for a few places and people in the Three Realms, everything else is unknowable.

After this calculation, the result came out immediately. He couldn't help but look towards the starry sky with a look of surprise on his face: "It's actually a clone... No, it's different from ordinary clones... It's like a clone outside the body?"

"Break the innate bottleneck? How can you achieve this?"

Seeing Wang Yu's current situation, Rao Duobao also exclaimed in surprise.

"Good boy, really good... bold, careful and courageous!"
Chapter completed!