Wang Zijia stood in the center of the altar, with his eyes closed, and his mind was calculating very quickly, checking and discarding various threads.
After a while, Wang Zijia suddenly knelt on the ground and pressed his right hand towards the center of the blood array!
"out!"
Following Wang Zijia's explosive roar, all his magic power was sent into the magic circle as if it were free of charge.
"Hey! Hey!"
Suddenly, dense golden threads appeared on Wang Zijia's hand.
The threads were entangled and quickly inserted into the void.
Most of the possibilities that the formation could extend were ruled out by Wang Zijia in advance.
As new special threads were added, most of the remaining threads were eventually divided into dozens of strands and quickly extended out.
In some directions, Wang Zijia felt vaguely a little bit confused.
"With such depth of cause and effect, how come there are so many possibilities? And all of them have origins! What kind of anti-divination method did this demon do?"
Looking at the dozens of strands of silk thread, Wang Zijia frowned.
I chose a slightly normal thread, and probed it with my senses, and a picture appeared in front of me.
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In a dilapidated small town, in a slum area, in an abandoned courtyard, there lived a lonely old man who made a living by performing arts.
"Old man Zhong, it's time to pay for this month's birth."
In the yard, a young man from a gang with two and a half-year-old children looked at the old man and said.
"Okay, little brother Bai!"
The old man looked to be in his sixties or seventies and was a little sick from overwork. He tremblingly took out the money that he had prepared and handed it to the young man.
The young man weighed the money in his hand and said, "Starting next month, the share will be increased by 10%."
After saying that, he turned around and left regardless of the stiff-looking old man.
"Oh, I can't survive this day!"
The old man sighed deeply and continued to prepare for the evening performance.
A golden thread fell from the void and wrapped around the old man without anyone noticing.
In front of Wang Zijia's eyes, a picture that seemed both real and illusory turned, and Wang Zijia frowned at this scene.
It is certain that this is definitely not Feng Yingzhong, but with such deep cause and effect, why is it still entangled with him?
Without disturbing anyone, after the perception returned to the altar, Wang Zijia extended his perception eye to another place.
Likewise, with the perception of a quick glance, a picture appears again in the eye.
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In a bustling theater, a middle-aged man was teaching and scolding a young man.
The young man had an apologetic smile on his face and listened to the master's scolding honestly.
An invisible golden thread in the void wrapped around the young man's body.
He is still not Feng Yingzhong, but Feng Yingzhong's deep causal threads are quite entangled with him.
Wang Zijia kept switching the threads, sensing the source.
In my mind, cities, places, and figures kept popping up.
The turtle man who poured the chamber pot on the hook, the theater apprentice, the old busker, and even the poor singer!
They are all ordinary people doing low-level things. According to calculations, they are the source of these causes and effects, but they are definitely not Feng Yingzhong.
At first Wang Zijia was just confused, but with constant calculations, Wang Zijia gradually realized who these people were!
These things seem to be not just for preventing divination.
These people should be a kind of special human elixir technique, or a kind of living stand-in doll, or they may be a living spare body.
In short, it was not that he had a problem with his calculations, but that the old guy was too stubborn.
Although these people are not Feng Yingzhong, they can all be Feng Yingzhong. It is a means of Xingcai Fantasy Dao to ward off disasters, substitute for death, and overcome disasters!
After understanding this, Wang Zijia carefully investigated the source of each thread, and also took some preventive measures in the process.
After all, if you want to get rid of this guy Feng Yingzhong, these roads must be cut off before you can really kill him.
Otherwise it will be a very long peek-a-boo!
Among the dozens of sources of silk threads, there were still about ten places where the threads were the thickest and easiest to be calculated. Wang Zijia vaguely felt that something was wrong.
Obviously these places that are relatively easy to calculate are obviously prepared for calculation practitioners who can initially obtain certain information about him.
After an ordinary monk performs a hexagram, he will definitely be in bad luck if he dives headlong into it.
Fortunately, the path of cause and effect that Wang Zijia followed was not traditional divination.
Especially in the current situation, strictly speaking, Wang Zijia is 'tracing' based on the 'traces' left by Feng Yingzhong's troubles in the past time, and it does not count as a hexagram. Therefore, the countermeasures for the hexagram cultivation are He'd be careful not to trigger it.
Just like knowing that there are landmines, I not only flew, but also had a detector, and if it exploded under such circumstances, then I would be really stupid.
But these mines must be touched!
After all, after Wang Zijia figured out the old guy's methods, he also needed to investigate these pitfalls to prevent there were real backhands in the pits, and he was eventually escaped by this guy's false and real tricks.
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Following Wang Zijia's movements, his perception extended again, and a basement appeared in Wang Zijia's perception.
The dark square space seems to be a tomb in layout?
In a cramped room of more than ten square meters, a coffin stood quietly. Even though there were dense seals on it, the strong ominousness and substantial pollution made Wang Zijia know what it was at a glance.
A very thick thread of cause and effect was inserted into it. The special nature of the path of cause and effect was different from traditional calculation and repair methods. In addition, Wang Zijia had been prepared for it and closed it at the touch of a finger. This did not trigger strong countermeasures.
But even so, when his perception was withdrawn, he was also slightly contaminated due to the entanglement of the unknown induction.
This thing is really a big trap, caught off guard, one hexagram can take away half a life!
What a cheat!
"Value +78!"
While Wang Zijia was thinking, he exchanged the infection and continued to investigate other pitfalls.
The altar is a living demon, a strange death, an extremely filthy altar that can make people fall instantly. If you just stupidly dive into it without any means, you won't be able to see the real person, and your path will be ruined.
That's all. The biggest pitfall that impressed Wang Zijia deeply was that in an ordinary altar, there was another information medium for everyone, and it was also passed on!
If you dive in headfirst, if nothing unexpected happens, the fortune-telling target will be grafted onto another big boss, and maybe you will end up with the Yuanshen or the Tribulation-Transcending Demon.
It’s better to tell the other party in the most obvious way that I’m guessing what you’re doing!
Then he was slapped to death with a backhand!
"This guy..." Wang Zijia was speechless as he continued to calculate.
No wonder the higher the level, the higher the charge for cultivating Qi Gua.
If there are big pits and small pits all over the place, it seems that the reason for Xiu's short life cannot be entirely blamed on the price paid for revealing too many secrets?
Picture after picture kept flashing in my mind. After quickly checking it out, I decided how to cut off its escape route.
After a long time, a scene suddenly froze, becoming extremely clear in Wang Zijia's perception. After the threads of cause and effect penetrated the thick fog, there were more than a dozen more that locked onto the opponent.
"I've got you, you rat!"
At this moment, Wang Zijia's eyes gleamed and at the same time, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
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Wenshanfang City is the most famous city of the three surrounding provinces at the junction of Qinghe Prefecture and Guangping Prefecture.
It was now mid-afternoon, almost evening time.
In the largest street stall square market in Fang City, crowds of people were coming and going, shouting and bargaining one after another, and the scene was very lively.
"How do you sell this talisman?" A young man with a childish look on his face, who looked to be in his teens, stopped in front of a stall.
The stall owner is an old man who is about to be buried in the earth, but his bright eyes mean that he is probably still some distance away from being buried in the earth.
Seeing the business coming, he showed a warm smile and said: "Fellow Taoist, you are really sunny. Even though this phantom talisman is only second-grade, it was made by a famous master!"
The young man was instantly attracted and asked seriously: "Oh, I wonder which master produced it?"
Before the old man could continue talking, several people at the stall next to him began to laugh and said: "Haha, Old Man Zhong, you want to deceive others again!"
Another middle-aged man with a more honest look answered: "Little boy, don't listen to his nonsense. A few days ago, he even boasted that this was the divine king's handwriting! But it turned out that a second-grade broken talisman was sold to him for a third-grade one. The price is such a rip-off!"
"Why did I deceive people? You have no vision..." The old stall owner was preparing to argue with his arguments, just like a low-level casual cultivator who was just trying to make a living.
But at this moment, he suddenly stood up from the ground. He looked around with a face full of surprise, like a frightened bird.
"What's wrong, Old Man Zhong? Could it be that the victim who was tricked is here?"
"Haha, why don't you run away quickly!"
His sudden movement caused all the casual cultivators who were chatting and laughing with him to speak out.
The old man didn't reply. He was confused and confused, his expression changed rapidly, and he immediately started to close the stall and said: "I have something to do today, so I won't sell anything."
"Haha, it's not like the master of misfortune is really coming to your door, asking you to trick people every day!"
Everyone looked at each other with a rare expression of surprise and burst into laughter. It was obvious that the people in this stall were already very familiar to each other and had not been in contact for a day or two.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
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Before the old man could reply, a strange soft sound sounded with a unique rhythm.
In the city, countless people subconsciously search for the source of the sound.
"Fellow Daoist, Qinghe Qianxu, I was invited to come for the appointment!"
As the calm and cold voice sounded, everyone subconsciously looked up.
I saw a middle-aged man walking through the sky above the sky. He had broad shoulders, a tall body, a strong body, and a height of eight feet.
The sharp contrast is that he has a slightly childish and ageless baby face.
The opponent was wearing a long Confucian robe, surrounded by five dark red swords shrouded in ghost mist, walking in the void, walking from a distance.
"Boom, boom!"
The slight sound was the sound of the other person walking in the air. The faint fluctuations spread with his footsteps, full of rhythm, just like knocking on the door to greet him.
That fierce temperament was like a peerless swordsman coming down to earth, and countless people looked at him in a daze.
"Shenjun?! Qinghe Qianxuzi? Who is that?"
"The new divine king of the Chu family in Qinghe Prefecture, isn't he causing a lot of trouble recently?"
"Why did this person come to our Guangping Mansion?"
"I heard that the other party just destroyed the Murong family. Could it be that the Murong family's inheritance has not yet been confiscated, and they are planning to attack our Guangping Sheng family again?"
"You're deaf. I was told you were here for an appointment!"
"······"
Countless people looked up at the sky, where the sword energy soared into the sky and the Divine Lord Sword Immortal walked through the air.
In the midst of various discussions, in the direction of the city lord's palace, the city's guards rose up to the sky, came to Wang Zijia, bowed, and said: "The Sheng family has seen Lord Qianxu with great ceremony, but I don't know that Lord Qianxu has come to our little Wenshanfang." What does the city mean?"
Wang Zijia didn't pay any attention to the other party's intention. He strolled to the sky above the stall area in Fangshi, lowered his head and looked down, and said with a smile:
"Why, my Taoist friend has sent out 'invitations' to me several times over the past month. Today, I accepted the invitation and came to visit in person. Are you going to leave without saying hello?"
Following Wang Zijia's words, the five dark red long swords beside him shook slightly, the sword energy soared into the sky, and the strong sword intention locked on an old Taoist below.
Everyone looked at him in shock and found that he was just an ordinary Taoist. Many people knew each other. In their impression, that Taoist had been here for more than a year or two.
The old Taoist packed up the stall and wanted to retreat quietly, but was locked by the sword and froze in place.
"How did you discover the Taoist?" As he spoke, his momentum continued to rise, and his figure floated up, looking at Wang Zijia from the air.
"Is this... the Demon Dao Fengying Bell?"
"Why is it this guy!"
"Hasn't this guy disappeared for more than a hundred years? He's not dead yet!"
"I have been running a stall with Yishenjun for decades?"
"Just be lucky that you weren't made into a colorful utensil and used for juggling!"
"Forehead······"
"I heard that these days, the Chu family has offended the Zuo Dao Shenjun. It turns out it is this old devil. The Chu family is in trouble!"
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As Feng Yingzhong regained his momentum and rose into the sky, that face was familiar to many people, and countless people in the city were shocked.
Wang Zijia looked at Feng Yingzhong and said with a smile: "My Taoist friend has been sending out invitations over and over again for more than a month. If I still can't keep the appointment, wouldn't it be looked down upon!"
"Fight!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a long sword rushed out from around him.
The target is not the Fengying Bell ahead, but a street in the city below.
"call out!"
The dark red sword rushed down like a falling star, with a trace of bloody lightning.
"Ding!"
The next moment, an identical old Taoist with a small blood-red shield the size of a palm was thrust out from the shadows by a long sword.
"Haha, Fellow Daoist, this is not the first day we have met. Please don't show off such trivial tricks. It is too embarrassing and loses the dignity of the Divine Lord!"
Wang Zijia looked down at Feng Yingzhong, who was struck out by the long sword, and said sarcastically.
"puff!"
The face of Fengying Zhong on the street below was uncertain, but the phantom in the sky was directly annihilated at this moment.
"What does Fellow Daoist Chu want?" Feng Yingzhong floated up again, his momentum rising, and confronted Wang Zijia again.
(End of chapter)
