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The old servant's eyes were cold and bright, very strong and domineering.

Backed by the Nether Sect, Shenzi's father is the Nether Immortal King, he is not afraid of anyone.

"If it's really a little fortune teller, what you're doing is courting death. Go after him and ask, what does it mean to leave in a hurry?"

God Son Youming's eyes were burning, and he believed in fortune-telling, but that man seemed to have counted something, and left like avoiding a snake.

Don't ask, how does this make him feel at ease?

"But what if the enemy plots against Master Shenzi? We have to guard against it."

The old servant has a lot of experience, the Son of God believes it, but he doesn't believe it.

"Thinking about me? Who dares? At this stage, they are all focused on that guy named Zhou Yan."

God Son Nether said disdainfully, very conceited.

"Can……"

The old servant was about to admonish him, but was interrupted by God Son Nether.

"Even if it's a calculation, what can it do? One punch is enough! If you miss the little fortune teller during this trip, it will be difficult to see it in the future."

God Son Youming has a tall figure and a feminine temperament, but his words are extremely domineering.

After finishing speaking, he directly chased after her.

The old servant opened his mouth, but in desperation, he had no choice but to follow, but he became more vigilant in his heart.

Not long after, the two of them chased out of the city and came to a mountain surrounded by immortal energy, and a Taoist temple was sitting on it, full of ethereal flavor.

"Could this be the foothold of the little fortune teller master?"

The God Son of the Nether cheered up, and his speed increased, and he arrived in front of the Taoist temple in a short while.

But one of them saw an old man with white beard and hair wearing Taoist robes, meditating in it, his body was full of breath, like an old fairy descended from the earth, with immortal demeanor.

"Master!"

The little black donkey pretended to salute.

"Fool, you have brought disaster, alas."

Zhou Yan opened his eyes, stroked the little black donkey's head, and let out a long sigh.

"I've met my predecessors, do you dare to ask if he is the ancestor of the school of divine calculation?"

The ghostly light of God Son Youming pierced through everything, trying to see through Zhou Yan, but there was nothing in his eyes, as if the person didn't exist, he was taken aback and asked forward.

The old servant looked at Zhou Yan suspiciously, not sure.

As a Golden Immortal, he couldn't see through it.

Is it possible that this person is really a master of fortune-telling, the patriarch of the world?

"You go away, this place is cut off from the fairy world, my door has long been out of the world."

Zhou Yan waved his hand, and then sat down like an old Buddha.

"Senior, please clarify the confusion! The reward must be given with both hands."

Seeing this, God Son Youming was even more certain that the person in front of him was the patriarch of the school of divine calculation, and his tone was somewhat respectful.

Although he looks down on the world, he respects the way of deducing the secrets of heaven.

"Money is nothing but possessions, you'd better leave."

Zhou Yan said lightly.

God Son Youming was a little dumbfounded, he was not willing to leave just like that, he finally found it.

"Master, meeting is a fate, let him go after a deduction with him, and we will hide from the world from now on."

The little black donkey persuaded.

"This……"

Zhou Yan frowned.

"That's right, ask the ancestor to become enlightened, and help us deduce the outstanding people in the world. Do I have any hope of becoming an immortal emperor?"

The God Son Youming was overjoyed, and hurriedly approached.

The old man who used to be a master of fortunetelling deduced the dark catastrophe, and at the same time deduced that in this generation, there will be a hero stepping on the mountain of corpses and blood, stepping on the road of invincibility, and ascending to the throne of immortal emperor.

The former came true, but the latter, God Son Nether, has always been brooding.

"Oh, that's all, old Taoist Rong made a deduction, and asked the Nether God Son to come forward and use his blood to connect to God."

Zhou Yan sighed and put out a copper coin.

The old servant hastily stepped forward to stop God Son You Ming, a little vigilant.

"It's okay."

God Son Youming waved his hand and stepped forward quickly, dripping a drop of blood on the copper coin with hope in his eyes, and stared down.

But seeing a trace of bright red blood on the copper coin was very dazzling, as if it contained the truth of the great way, the runes were intertwined, and even the void was shaken to collapse.

Zhou Yan narrowed his eyes and was shocked in his heart. As expected of the Son of the Nether God, this drop of blood alone may not be able to withstand the monks of the Mahayana period, and will be shocked to death by the Dao rune in it.

"Bang!"

The little black donkey got up, picked up a bone stick and hit the back of God Son You Ming's head.

"you!"

God Son Youming was dizzy and horrified.

"Son! How dare you lie to me!"

God Son Nether was furious, and a big bump immediately swelled up on the back of his head.

"This skull is really hard! Even the fairy artifacts made by the Sixth Elder can't faint!"

The little black donkey's eyes widened in disbelief.

This ancient stick was forged from a bone of a dragon clan of the Da Luo Golden Immortal level, and it contained the truth of the law of the true self, which ordinary golden immortals could not hold.

But God Son Youming carried it a bit, but he didn't faint!

"Binding the Immortal Rope!"

Zhou Yan also jumped up, extremely fast, a rope bounded by immortal light bound God Son Youming in an instant, tightening continuously, the other party's immortal essence was trapped.

"who are you?!"

The God Son of the Nether roared, and two terrifying beams of Nether light from his eyes shot directly at Zhou Yan.

With that kind of speed and destructive power, the world collapsed, and the rules of the world were torn apart.

Zhou Yan's big hand was covered with dragon scales, and with a bang, he blocked it directly, his arm was slightly numb, stained with a trace of ghostly death energy, and quickly decayed.

And the resilience of the Dragon Clan was directly blocked.

"As expected of the Nether God Son, he was able to resist after being hit with a sap stick and bound by an immortal rope."

Zhou Yan was surprised that the law of true self came out of the small world turbulently, driving away the dead energy of the nether world.

"My name is Zhou Yan, haven't you guys always wanted to attack me?"

Zhou Yan smiled.

"you!"

God Son Youming was stunned, so angry that he almost vomited blood.

Zhou Yan!

He was actually taken aback by someone who had just crossed the catastrophe!

"Bang bang bang!!"

The little black donkey struck out resolutely, and the big stick hit the back of Shenzi Youming's head dozens of times, until a big bump bulged up, and then knocked him unconscious to the ground and stopped moving.

It's a long story, but it happened in a blink of an eye.

The old servant's eyes were tearing apart, his aura was violent, and he rushed over with red eyes, his big hands were turbulent with dead air, a strong law of death pierced through, black light surged into the sky, and a black hole was punched out.

"Immortal Killing Formation! Get up!"

Zhou Yan pointed a finger at the void, and the whole mountain trembled suddenly. The fairy spirit was faint, and it turned into a mountain of five-finger rules, which instantly suppressed the old servant and couldn't move.

"Zhou Yan! You are looking for death! Do you want to start a war with me, the Nether Cult?!"

The old servant roared.

"Go to war? What? You are only allowed to attack me, but I am not allowed to attack you? Do you think I am a loser?"

Zhou Yan rolled his eyes, grabbed the big stick from the little black donkey, and hit the old servant on the head.

After dozens of knocks, he finally fainted amid the unwilling roar of the other party.

"Fortunately, the fairy array was arranged, otherwise it would be difficult to settle."

Fortunately for Zhou Yan, he was sure to kill the two guys, but it would take time and effort, and he might attract the attention of those monsters at the Immortal Dao Conference.

Without delay, Zhou Yan took out two sacks, familiarized himself with the road, and stuffed the old and the young into them.

"Xiao Hei! Quickly contact me with the buyer!"

Chapter 170 Insane, God Son Nether was kidnapped

After Zhou Yan finished all this, he took out a big bronze bell, and an astonishing sense of chaos filled the air.

As soon as it was taken out, the imperial power was mighty, suppressing nine heavens and ten earths, and the whole world began to be unstable.

Zhou Yanhan was all down, barely motivating and controlling.

"Fuck! Zhou Dayan! Where did you get the imperial weapon?!"

The little black donkey was stunned, his big eyes widened in disbelief.

This is a supreme utensil far surpassing everything in the world. If it is taken out, the Da Luo Jinxian will be jealous and cause a bloody battle!

It is impossible to tell from it that the opportunity to become an immortal emperor is of inestimable value.

"What nonsense! Hurry up!"

Zhou Yan shook the Chaos Clock, and a ripple rippled out, eliminating all traces.

Those fairy kings came, and they couldn't find him through the traces.

After finishing all this, one person and one donkey ran away with the sacks on their shoulders, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

"What did you two do? What's in the sack?"

As soon as she returned to Lord Wu'an's mansion, Ji Luoli looked over curiously, and the dragon girl next to her also looked suspicious.

These two, sneaking around, did not do a good job at first sight.

"Oh, I picked two wild game and started meat."

Zhou Yan was perfunctory and hurried into a room.

This room was the place where Shengzi Feng was held before, and the little black donkey had already set up a fairy formation to seal off the air mechanism.

"The group of immortal emperors outside, the sons of gods are ready to attack you, do you still have time to do other things?"

Long Nu rolled her eyes, followed curiously, and peeked inside through the window paper.

Then, she was dumbfounded.

But Zhou Yan fished two people out of the sack inside, and one of them looked familiar.

As the most talented dragon girl, Dragon Girl can be regarded as a child of God. She participated in the Immortal Dao Conference a few days ago, so she naturally knows some people.

And the one inside the sack turned out to be the Nether God Son!

"How did you catch him?"

Long Nu was dizzy, and she had talked about Zhou Yan before, ignoring the malice towards him from those outsiders.

Unexpectedly, he was so vicious, and quietly snatched back the God Son of the Nether.

"Shh! Don't talk!"