I’m Being Held Captive by Demons

Zhou Guo?

After getting involved with this ominous country, a terrible conjecture spread among the demons and immortals in the Zifu.

Such a possibility, even the fairy of the Purple Mansion would feel horrified.

But even so, none of the purple mansion demons dared to enter the state of Zhou to investigate.

The demon immortals of the Purple Mansion dare not enter the Zhou Kingdom, but the demons below the Zi Mansion may not be able to find anything if they go in, and there is no need to specially send the monsters who are tired of living in.

After all, there were monsters from three mountains and five lakes in the capital of Zhou Kingdom that day, and they were ordered to station and wait and see. Those old monsters who are tired of living in the capital are almost all from three mountains, five lakes, and various caves, large and small.

Yunmengze released the blue bird and asked about the situation in Zhou Guo's capital.

But I learned that in the capital of Zhou Kingdom, everything is as usual at present, and no disaster has happened.

That is to say, the owner of the blood-soaked clothes is not the one under Zhou Guo's capital, but has another origin...

This discovery seems to be more permeating.

They couldn't find the demons who had settled down in Kong Ning at all, so they had to change the direction of their investigation.

Since we can't find that Supreme Being, maybe we can try to find Mu Xueyi?

This Zifu demon fairy who was supposed to die unexpectedly reappeared in the world, which surprised all the demons.

In the end, Nangong Yimeng went to Tianshan Mountain in person to see the fortune teller.

In the cold and windy Tianshan Snowfield, there is a mysterious fairyland. Although it is surrounded by snowfields, it is like spring all year round, with fragrant grass and blooming flowers.

The water of the Lingquan is flowing, and the fairy animals are playing around. It is really a real fairyland on earth.

This fairyland looks out of place on the entire Tianshan Mountains where the demonic aura is raging and demonic.

With Venerable Akabane, Nangong Yimeng stepped into this fairyland.

The moment he stepped foot, the strong fairy spirit in the air made Venerable Akabane, who was practicing the way of magic, feel uncomfortable for a while.

My lord, this fortune teller...

It's both righteous and evil, Nangong Yimeng said indifferently, and blocked Venerable Chiyu's mouth with a casual sentence.

Seeing this, Venerable Akabane didn't dare to say any more.

Even though it is a Purple Mansion, it is enough to overwhelm one side from the outside. However, in front of Nangong Yimeng, he was nothing more than a big one.

Don't dare to talk too much.

As for the fortune teller, Venerable Akabane has also heard of it.

It is a mysterious orthodoxy passed down from ancient times. Each generation accepts only one person, and each person can only live for nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine years. Once the time limit is up, they will sit down and die, disappear in ashes, leaving no trace in the world.

It is said that the diviner's divination and calculation skills are unparalleled in the world, and no one in the two ways of righteousness and evil can match them.

Knowing the past, calculating the future, avoiding all kinds of calamities, no one can kill him before the end of his lifespan.

Even the catastrophe of heaven and earth that happened not long ago, the great disasters that affect the whole world, such as the change of righteousness and evil, cannot affect the fortuneteller.

Its terrifying degree can be seen.

Even with an identity like Nangong Yimeng, he had to visit the door in person before he could ask a fortuneteller to help.

Venerable Akabane didn't dare to act presumptuously when he saw the dignified posture of the Lord.

Soon, they passed through the beautiful fairyland all the way, and landed in front of a waterfall deep in the fairyland.

The waterfall was about a hundred feet high, and the turbulent river rushed in and burst into the air, making a piercing sound.

And under the waterfall, there is a half-dead old pine tree.

The pine tree, with a rickety body and almost lying on the ground, was covered with strange cracks and dry marks, as if it was about to die.

The branches and leaves on the trunk are also half yellow and half green, as if they are about to wither at any time.

And under the tree, sat a figure.

Nangong Yimeng landed with Venerable Akabane, and the figure smiled from a distance and opened his mouth.

The demon lord comes to the illusion of Lingyuan, there must be a big event. I don't know what kind of big event it is, can the devil lord come in person?

Venerable Akabane observed the fortune-teller in front of him, peeking at his state.

It is an old man with an old face and a kind smile. His body has an ordinary breath, like a mortal, without the slightest tolerance of a practitioner.

If he was still in the human kingdom, Akabane would only be an ordinary mortal if he ran into him.

Nangong Yimeng cupped his hands slightly, and said indifferently: A strange thing happened recently, please ask the fortune teller to help me predict someone.

Nangong Yimeng didn't approach the tree, let alone the old man under the tree, but stood far away.

The old man under the tree chuckled, without saying a word, and said directly: Please tell the real name of that person, the devil master.

The weight of the Lord of Yunmengze's presence in person, even if it is the legendary mysterious fortune-teller, it is impossible to shirk it.

Nangong Yimeng said in a cold tone: Donghai Blood Demon Mu Xueyi!

The old man under the tree was slightly stunned, and smiled in surprise: Is the devil serious? Hasn't this person been dead for many years?

He said, putting his hands on the stone plate in front of him.

Pale golden yellow light appeared on the stone plate.

The old man laughed and said, Is the demon master Bu Suan Mu Xueyi?

Nangong Yimeng nodded.

So the old man stopped talking, put his hands on the stone plate, and started to turn the strange stone plate.

I saw the yellow light shining, and the characters on the stone plate kept beating, and I didn't know what it was forming.

The old fortune teller casually asked why Nangong Yimeng wanted to predict Mu Xueyi.

And this is not a secret, under the instruction of Nangong Yimeng, Venerable Akabane gave a general account of what happened in Hanhai City.

With a smile on his face, the old man quietly listened to Venerable Akabane's narration.

Soon, the result of the divination came out.

At that moment, the fortune-teller's face was as usual, but he just took a deep look at Venerable Akabane.

This made Venerable Akabane, who was watching from a distance, suddenly felt a sudden--could something have happened?

Nangong Yimeng asked directly: What was the result?

Under the old tree, the aged fortune-teller said: Return to the devil, the result of the fortune-telling came out, and there is no major entanglement of cause and effect. The hexagram shows that Mu Xueyi is dead, and he has been dead for hundreds of years...

Such a result made Nangong Yimeng frown slightly: Then the Mu Xueyi in Hanhai City is fake?

He looked at Venerable Akabane.

Venerable Akabane hurriedly said: I'm sure it's Mu Xueyi! Cultivation can be disguised, breath can be faked, but supernatural powers are unique! Mu Xueyi in Hanhai City has indeed used supernatural powers that only Mu Xueyi can do!

Nangong Yimeng remained silent for a while, then looked at the fortune teller, and said, In that case, please tell the fortune teller to calculate Kongning this person.

Under the tree, the old man was silent for a while, nodded and said: Please wait, the devil, but if this person is really as terrifying as the devil said, I'm afraid he won't be able to figure out his roots in a short time...

Nangong Yimeng said: It's okay, please ask the fortune teller to make a divination.

No matter how long you wait, you still need a gesture of results.

The fortune teller nodded yes, and put his hands on the stone plate again, and began to calculate.

With the golden light shining, the characters on the stone plate began to vibrate violently.

The magnitude of the shaking was almost to the extreme, almost dazzling, like a riot.

And it's getting faster and faster.

at last……

boom!

With a crisp sound, the stone plate in the fortune teller's hand exploded.

The fortune teller under the old tree looked at Nangong Yimeng subconsciously with a dull face.

Nangong Yimeng's complexion became unusually serious.

The stone plate was shattered, and the secrets are hard to come by... The origin of Kong Ning, could it be bigger than it!