Valkyrie Destruction System

Besides, since Su Fan had consciousness in the nutrition tank, he has been in a daze.

If he hadn't heard a few test reports occasionally, Su Fan wouldn't know how old he was this year!

Moreover, this is the world of martial arts, and it has nothing to do with the world of science and technology.

The ghost knows how to calculate the birth date in this world?

"Leader Su, why don't you write? Don't you know when you were born?"

Ming Lao looked at Su Fan's slightly stiff expression with a strange expression on his face.

"Um... old sir, wait a while, this time interval is a bit too long, I need to remember carefully!"

Su Fan replied awkwardly, and then racked his brains to start thinking about how to solve this solution.

Everyone saw this scene bewildering.

Su Fan, who is so famous, can't even remember his birthday.

You know, no matter how forgetful a person is, he cannot forget the year and month he was born, and this is still a very basic common sense.

"Does the master pop out of a crack in the stone?"

The silver rabbit lying on Su Fan's shoulders flashed a mischievous conjecture in his mind.

But how did it know that Su Fan's birth was similar to what popped out of a rock.

"Huh? Yes! Use his!"

After thinking hard for a long time, Su Fan's eyes suddenly lit up and he came up with an excellent method.

Then he held up his fingers, gathered his mental strength in the empty space in the middle of Qianqiu Dao Die, and wrote the birth date of someone.

And this birth date is of course not Su Fan's own, but his original body.

He killed his own body and got the name Su Fan.

But in a way, he and his own ontology can be regarded as the same person.

Therefore, Su Fan felt that the birth date of the body should be applicable to him.

"Shuntian calendar 10045, the seventh day of March, three quarters of the hour?"

After reading Su Fan's handwritten birthday, Ming Lao also read it again.

"Sir, is this all right?" Su Fan asked.

"Okay, as long as you have your birthday horoscope, the natal chart will be able to predict how badly you will be in the next year or two!"

Old Ming nodded and said.

"Is only the next one or two years?"

Su Fan was a little dissatisfied when he heard it. The time of one or two years is too short, and he can't see anything at all!

"Leader Su, your luck is too strong. If the natal chart can tell you a year or two of bad luck, it is already an extremely difficult thing!"

"Of course, this is just the old man's optimistic thought. It is very likely that the natal chart will not be fortuned for a year or two. It will be good for half a year!"

Old Ming sighed and said with a wry smile.

Hum!

At this moment, Su Fan's handwritten birthday eight characters slowly disappeared into the Qianqiu Daodie.

And there was a purple qi slowly permeating the Dao Die, the purple qi was very dense, and there were many characters floating in it.

"Huh? There seems to be a word in there?"

Du Hengjiang's eyes were sharp, he immediately yelled, and everyone couldn't help but come around to take a look.

"Ming Lao, your questioning technique looks amazing?"

Su Fan's tone was full of deep meaning.

He doesn't believe what questioning technique is.

What is your own power?

It is estimated that there are not many natal charts in this world, and there are magical powers like Qianqiu Daodie!

"The questioning technique is often placed on the natal chart itself, and the natal chart is divided into three, six or nine grades. Only the top natal chart can meet the conditions for using the questioning technique!"

Ming Lao didn't notice the weirdness in Su Fan's tone, and he still stood in place and explained to Su Fan solemnly.

And just as the two talked, thousands of tiny pale golden tiny characters slowly emerged in the purple air.

Everyone took a closer look, reading the words above one by one.

In the end, everyone found that those small prints had no structure at all, as if they were listed very randomly.

"Jian, shrimp, lake...what a mess!"

Du Hengjiang read the small prints one by one, but after reading dozens of characters, he realized that the tone was not fluent at all, so he had to stop.

"Ming Lao, what should I do now?" Su Fan asked Ming Lao.

Of course he would not be stupid enough to read those words like everyone else, because he knew there must be a mystery.

"Lead Su, please write down your own questions in the middle of the chart, and the chart will show the answers you want to know based on the questions you ask!"

Ming Lao made a please gesture, and then answered Su Fan.

"Oh, that's how it is!"

Su Fan suddenly said, he didn't expect the specific operation method to be so simple.

This natal questioning technique is a bit like some kind of psychic technique recorded in a book he had seen before.

That psychic method is called Die Xian.

Wait, please Die Xian?

Su Fan looked at the Qianqiu Dao Die in front of him, and thought, wouldn’t this thing also have a Die Immortal hidden in it?

Think about it carefully, it is really possible that every artifact will have an instrument spirit, and since the Qianqiu Daodie is a heavenly artifact, it must also have an instrument spirit.

Could it be that the so-called questioning technique is to ask the spirit inside?

Su Fan, holding a bit of curiosity, used his mental power again, and wrote the first question in the center of Qianqiu Dao Die: "Do you know who I am?"

brush!

In the transpiring purple gas above the natal chart, a large piece of gold disappeared, except for the word "Su Fan".

"Huh? It's really amazing!"

Du Hengjiang's eyes gleamed, and his naughty spirit revived. After all, he had never seen such a thing.

"Old gentleman, let me try this natal chart later!"

Du Hengjiang leaned forward and said to Ming Lao with a smile.

"Good talk!"

Ming Lao smiled and nodded: "As long as Leader Su has no opinion, everything is easy to say!"

"Don't worry about this old gentleman. Brother Su and I have a very strong relationship. He won't mind!"

Du Hengjiang patted his chest and said.

While Du Hengjiang was talking with Ming Lao, Su Fan wrote a new question on the Qianqiu Dao Die: "Can I be the final winner in this trip to the Tiangong Temple?"

As soon as this question was written, the purple qi began to boil. Clouds and mists filled it, thousands of handwritings rushed through it, like the brain of a computer, operating a certain program at high speed.

Time passed by, and a quarter of an hour passed in a blink of an eye.

But what makes everyone feel incredible is that by this time, Qianqiu Daode still did not show Su Fan the answer.

"What's the situation? Bad pull?"

Du Hengjiang was a little dumbfounded. He looked at Su Fan and said, "Brother Su, what question did you ask, why can't it answer the second question?"

"This is impossible. The divination ability of this fate disc can even calculate the good and bad luck of the reincarnated gods!"

Ming Lao shook his head in denial.