Above the night, March is red, and in the sea of ​​stars, the stars are like fire.

Woo woo woo woo woo ~!

As Ying Huo Shouxin reappears, it seems that a cold wind blows from the starry sea, and everything spreads to the four seas and five continents, and the entire Longquan world.

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

There is no need to be proficient in calculations. Anyone who has cultivation will feel that his heart seems to be covered with an indescribable aura.

"Such a deep catastrophe..."

On the top of a barren mountain, looking at the cold moon in the sea of ​​stars, people felt a chill on their backs and shivered.

After practicing the "Shocking Book of Heaven" for success, he has his own pair of magic eyes that can be seen through the disaster.

At this moment, in his eyes, the invisible black mist spread from the depths of the starry sea, spreading towards the heaven and earth at an unhappy but unshakable speed.

Without pinching his fingers, he could calculate that for thousands of years, the rolling catastrophe will turn into a catastrophe fire that can destroy gods and Buddhas, and destroy all spiritual beings in this world!

Can……

"Before the catastrophe fire burned, how many people in this world could survive?"

Even though Han Yue Sanren, who was used to life and death, couldn't help but tighten his cuffs at this moment.

According to the records of the book "Sharp Times of Heaven", the sentient beings in one world who are shrouded in the energy of the catastrophe often kill themselves until they are not alive before the fire of the catastrophe arrives.

Under the kalpa energy, all resentment, hatred, anger, and murderous intent will be magnified thousands of times. The deeper the precepts, the higher the practice, the more you practice, you will often break the kalpa first, lose yourself, and become the ghost of Taoism...

"Chasing, luck..."

Han Yue Sanren lowered his head, and a Qimen magic weapon was standing in front of his knees.

Its whole body is pitch black and looks like an ancient sword, but it is long and without blades, with four edges. Its hundreds of millions of patterns are entangled vertically and horizontally, but the divine light is restrained, but the patterns can still be seen changing like living things.

【Divine Whip: Extremely Soft Spiritual Treasure】

[The divine weapon tempered with the true form map retained by the ancient times has the power to drive away the gods...

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

[This magic weapon cannot be used without disaster, and it will have no power even if it is forced to urge you. It will retaliate against itself, and even all descendants of blood...]

...

"Divine weapon? Is this a robbery?"

Carefully put away the magic whip, Han Yue San stopped at the top of the mountain, and he looked around, which was the direction where the four holy places were located.

"This world sect is extremely xenophobic. Even if I am willing to support Pojie, it is difficult for them to trust..."

He muttered to himself.

If possible, compared to the solitary Northwest King, he was 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 disaster to come. No matter how he thinks, Yang Yu is now the first person to be born in response to the disaster.

"Forget it, let's not talk about anything else for now. Let's look for that 'little junior brother' according to what the master said!"

After sitting quietly for a night, Han Yue San had no idea, so he had to temporarily press down, take out the magic whip, and then silently recite it in his heart, and follow its guidance.

The Divine Whip has the ability to escape from the void. Follow it and walk in the void. Han Yue San can even clearly sense the violent changes of the outside world.

After only a month or so, when he walked out of the void, the guidance of the divine whip fell on a towering city.

"This is?"

Han Yue San people calculated with their fingers.

This is the southeast of Nanling and the capital of the Qianyuan Dynasty?

He moved slightly and followed the guidance into the city, but saw that the city was extremely lively. At this time, the sky was just dark and the streets were actually a little crowded?

There is a large open space in the bustling city. At this time, it is crowded. There are countless floors inside and outside, hundreds or thousands of people. More people are lying in the distance, but there are so many people, there is no noise.

Han Yue San people's hearts moved slightly, and they swept it casually, and they saw the center of the surging crowd:

"Fortune telling?"

He could see clearly that there was a small fortune telling stall in the crowd, and a young Taoist with a little feminine sitting upright and telling fortunes at an extremely fast speed.

"Life is as cheap as grass. When you are young, you are suffering from your prime, and when you are poor and poor when you are old, you are not very good to say, next one!"

"It's a pity that there is only one strand. When it comes to transportation, you may be in charge of the country and be a Bailihou..."

"The fate is not bad, but the fate is too bad. Even if you have the fate of being a marquis and a prime minister, your fate is lazy and not enterprising, and you may not achieve much..."

...

Han Yue San Ren's heart moved slightly, and he walked casually for a few steps, then squeezed in front of the person, reaching out to the person in front of him.

"Um?!"

The fortune teller suddenly raised his head, and a flash of surprise in his eyes, and then said loudly:

"Closing the stall today, you will see you first in November next year!"

Hearing this voice, the crowd of onlookers was wailing, but there was no trouble and left obediently.

Soon, only Hanyue San was left in front of the stall.

"The old Taoist priest is here finally!"

The young Taoist put away the stall, smiled slightly, and bowed:

"I don't know what I call Jiang Xiazi, under the Yushan Gate?"

"Um?!"

Han Yue Sanren's brows frowned. The moment he heard the name, he already knew the origin of the person and some experiences related to him.

The only remaining true teaching under the Yushan Sect, the disciple of the Wanshitian Sect, the Wanfa Tower Walker, the national teacher of the Qianyuan Dynasty, and the deputy leader of the Wudou Sect...

"Are you waiting for me?"

Han Yue San has no expression on his face.

"Someone wants me to wait here, saying that at most a hundred years, I can welcome my noble man. Calculate the time, it's only been more than thirty years..."

Jiang Xiazi didn't hide it and bowed again:

"I wonder what the old man calls him?"

"Who made you wait here?"

The old Taoist Han Yue's expression was slightly dark. If he hadn't pointed it at this place without the divine whip, he really wanted to turn around and leave.

At the same time, I was shocked and wondered that although it was not a whim, someone could calculate it more than thirty years in advance?!

"The old Taoist is so rude!"

Jiang Xiazi looked unhappy and left with a slight smile, while Han Yue Sanren only sneered and turned around and wanted to leave.

"Fellow Taoist please..."

There was a sound of conspiracy in my ears, but Han Yue Sanren's heart was beating wildly and turned around and scolded without thinking:

"Shut up!"

"Well……"

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

"Mantra?"

"Silence technique!"

Han Yue San was a little surprised and confused. At the moment before, the disaster energy between heaven and earth was mobilized.

If he hadn't reacted quickly, he would have been plagued by the scourge now...

"I'm cold moon."

Han Yue San took a deep breath, and the magic power spread over the entire street:

"I'm here..."

"Accepting apprentices on behalf of the master?"

Jiang Xiazi responded casually, and when he saw the old Taoist look shocked, his heart couldn't help but be shocked.

‘The prince actually calculates so accurately?!’

Jiang Xiazi was shocked.

He came to Nanling not far from billions of miles, of course not only to spread martial arts. In fact, as the rumors spread that "practice of martial arts can improve one's feet" spread, martial arts no longer need anyone to spread.

He came here just because it was the order of his own prince...

"Is this all calculated?"

Han Yue San was shocked and speechless.

Anyone who is good at calculating the secrets of heaven must learn how to avoid and be alert to others to calculate themselves.

Although he is not considered a master, if someone is not aware of it, it can only mean that the fortune teller for the person in front of him is the master of the master!

"What else did he forget?"

"That person wants me to come to Nanling to find someone, and wait here for a hundred years. He said that someone wants to recruit disciples on behalf of the master and pass on my supreme skills and magic weapons..."

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