The first cause of all realms

Chapter 1054 The sky is astounding, the peerless fortune teller!
Above the night sky, March is completely red, and in the sea of ​​stars, the stars are like fire.

Woohoo~!

With the reappearance of Yinghuo Shouxin, there seems to be a cold wind blowing from the sea of ​​stars, everywhere, spreading to the four seas and five continents, the entire Longquan world.

At this moment, no matter where you are in the Longquan Realm, whether you are walking outside or reciting the Taoist scriptures quietly in the cave, you will feel a chill in your heart.

It is not necessary to be proficient in the way of calculation, but anyone who has cultivated himself will feel that his heart seems to be covered with an inexplicable atmosphere.

"Such a deep calamity..."

On the top of a barren mountain, looking at the sea of ​​stars, Hanyue Sanren felt a chill run down his spine and shuddered.

He has succeeded in repairing the "Tianji Shocking Book", and he has a pair of Dharma Eyes with considerable calamity.

At this moment, in his eyes, an invisible black mist diffused from the depths of the star sea, spreading towards the sky and the earth at an unpleasant but unshakable speed.

He doesn't need to pinch his fingers, he can calculate that, at most thousands of years, this billowing calamity will turn into a calamity fire that can burn out gods and Buddhas, and burn all living beings in this world!
Can……

"How many people in this world can survive before the calamity fire burns?"

Rao Hanyue Sanren, who is used to life and death, couldn't help tightening his cuffs at this moment.

According to the records in the Tianji Shocking Book, the sentient beings shrouded in calamity in one world often kill themselves until there is no one left before the calamity comes.

Under the aura of catastrophe, all resentment, hatred, anger and killing intent will be magnified a thousand times. The deeper the precepts are held, the higher the practice is, the first to break the catastrophe, lose oneself, and become a ghost of Taoism...

"Kill, Luck..."

Hanyue Sanren lowered his head, and there was a strange weapon in front of his knees.

Its whole body is pitch black, resembling an ancient sword, but long and edgeless, with four edges. There are hundreds of millions of lines entangled vertically and horizontally on it, but the divine light is restrained, but it can still be seen that the lines are changing like living things.

[Magic Whip: Extreme Spiritual Treasure]

[The magical weapon tempered from the true shape map preserved in the ancient times has the power to drive away the gods of grazing...

The god-like rank master, the Tao fruit in the middle is separated from the body, and the rank is broken...]

[This magical weapon cannot be used unless it is full of catastrophe, and it has no power if forced, and it will eat itself back, and even all descendants of blood...]

……

"Shenbing? Is this a robbery soldier?"

Carefully put away the magic whip, Hanyue Sanren stopped on the top of the mountain, he looked around, it was the direction of the four holy places.

"The sect in this world is extremely xenophobic. Even if I want to support Po Jie, I'm afraid it will be difficult for them to trust me..."

He was talking to himself.

If possible, compared to the lonely Northwest King, he is more inclined to the holy land sect in this world.

Not only because the latter is powerful, but also because he really doesn't want the calamity to come, and no matter what his own thoughts are, Yang Jue is now No. 1 in response to the calamity.

"Forget it, let's not talk about other things for the time being, just follow what Master said, and go find that 'little junior brother'!"

Sitting quietly all night, Hanyue Sanren didn't have a clue, so he temporarily suppressed his thoughts, took out the magic whip, and followed its guidance after meditating in his heart.

Hitting the Divine Whip has the ability to escape through the void, and as it walks in the void, Hanyue Sanren can even clearly perceive the drastic changes in the outside world.

It was not more than a month before and after, when he walked out of the void again, the guidance of the magic whip landed on a majestic city.

"This is?"

Hanyue Sanren counted.

This is the land southeast of Nanling, the capital of the Qianyuan Dynasty?
With a slight movement in his heart, he followed the guidance and walked into the city, only to see that the city was extremely lively. The sky was only dim at this time, and the streets were actually a little crowded?
There is a lot of open space in the bustling city. At this time, it is overcrowded. I don’t know how many floors are inside and outside.

Hanyue Sanren's heart moved slightly, and with a random sweep, he saw the center of the crowd:

"Fortune-telling?"

He could clearly see that there was a small fortune-telling booth in the crowd, and a somewhat feminine young Taoist was sitting in front of his chest, telling fortunes at an extremely fast speed.

"Life is as cheap as grass. It's hard when you're young, hard when you're young, hard when you're old, and poor when you're old. There's nothing to say, next!"

"It hits green, but it's a pity there is only one wisp. When it is picked up, it may be able to take charge of one side and become a Bailihou..."

"Fate is not bad, but fate is too bad. Even if you have the fate to be a marquis and worship minister, but this fate is lazy and does not think about making progress, so you may not have any achievements..."

……

Hanyue Sanren's heart moved slightly, he took a few steps casually, and then squeezed in front of the people, imitating the people in front of him and stretching out his hands.

"Um?!"

The fortune-teller suddenly raised his head, his eyes flashed with surprise, and he said loudly again:

"Close the stall today, and we will see you in November next year!"

Hearing this sound, the crowd of onlookers wailed, but there was no trouble, and they dispersed obediently.

Soon, there was only Hanyue Sanren left in front of the booth.

"The old Taoist priest is finally here!"

The young Taoist put away his booth, smiled slightly, bowed and said:
"Poverty Jiang Xiazi, under the Yushan sect, I don't know what to call him?"

"Um?!"

Hanyue Sanren's brows suddenly frowned. The moment he said his name, he already knew his origin and some experiences related to himself.

The only surviving true biography of Yushan sect, inner disciple of Wanshi Tianzong, walker of Wanfalou, national teacher of Qianyuan Dynasty, deputy master of Wudoumen...

"Are you waiting for me?"

Hanyue Sanren was expressionless.

"Someone asked me to wait here, saying that my nobleman could be welcomed in at least a hundred years. Calculating the time, it has only been more than 30 years..."

Jiang Xiazi didn't hide anything, and handed over again:

"I don't know how to call the old master?"

"Who told you to wait here?"

Old Daoist Hanyue's complexion was slightly gloomy, if he hadn't pointed it here with a magic whip, he really wanted to turn around and leave.

At the same time, I was surprised, although my coming here was not a whim, but someone could calculate it more than 30 years in advance? !
"The old Taoist is so rude!"

Jiang Xiazi looked displeased and walked away with a flick of his sleeves, while Hanyue Sanren only sneered and turned to leave.

"Fellow Daoist, please..."

Unsurprisingly, there was a sound of persuasion in my ears, but Hanyue Sanren's heart was beating wildly, and he turned around and reprimanded without thinking:
"To shut up!"

"Uh……"

Jiang Xiazi was caught off guard and took a few steps back in embarrassment:

"Power Word?"

"Silencing technique!"

Hanyue Sanren was a little surprised, the moment before, the catastrophe energy between heaven and earth was mobilized.

If he hadn't reacted quickly, I'm afraid he would be in trouble now...

"The cold month of poverty."

Hanyue Sanren took a deep breath, and the mana spread enveloped the entire street:

"Here comes the poor..."

"Accept apprentices on behalf of teachers?"

Jiang Xiazi answered the words casually, seeing the astonished look on the old Taoist's face, he couldn't help being shocked.

'My lord is so accurate? ! '

Jiang Xiazi was quite shocked.

He traveled hundreds of millions of miles to Nanling, of course not only to spread martial arts, in fact, with the spread of rumors that "practicing martial arts can improve one's feet", no one is needed to spread martial arts.

He came here only because it was ordered by his prince...

"Is this all figured out?"

Hanyue Sanren was shocked beyond words.

Anyone who is good at calculating the secrets of heaven must first learn how to avoid and be alert to other people's calculations.

Although he can't be considered a master of the middle class, if he is counted by others and doesn't know it, it can only show that the fortune teller for the person in front of him is a master of masters!
"What else is he?"

"The one who asked me to come to Nanling to find someone, and wait here for a hundred years by the way, said that someone wants to accept disciples on behalf of the teacher, and pass on my superb skills and magical weapons..."

Jiang Xiazi suppressed the shock in his heart, followed the explanation, and repeated:

"It also said that if you waver, you will turn into ashes soon..."

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(End of this chapter)