The fortune teller's eyes flashed with golden light, and his eyes were still locked on the blurry thread in front of him.
He tried to capture a fleeting scene or figure.
However, he simply can't do it!
The thread itself seemed messy, and the pictures and figures in it were flickering and changing at an extremely fast speed.
For the god of fortune-telling, he has seen through the fates of many monks, but he has never encountered a situation like today.
A monk, no matter how complicated the destiny is, should be able to get a glimpse of it!
But now, he was trying to pry into the fate of Fang Yu, the wanted successor of the Human Race Road, but he encountered such an elusive situation!
It was as if a layer of gauze had been forcibly added to his field of vision, blocking his sight so that he could never see clearly!
"Who!? Who is protecting him?!"
The shock on Suan Shen's face became more and more serious, and he even subconsciously turned his head and looked around.
Of course he couldn't find anything.
"It's impossible... any monk's destiny should be blocked." The God of Calculation shook his head repeatedly, his eyes flickered, and said, "Unless..."
"Buzz!"
At this moment, a golden light suddenly flashed between the fuzzy and complicated threads that the God of Fortune had been watching!
A cross sword mark appeared in the field of vision.
Brilliant and bright!
"boom!"
At the same moment when this mark appeared, Suishen was shocked all over and felt that his soul had been greatly shocked!
He groaned, and his thin body fell back!
"Boom boom boom..."
The entire sea of stars in the space began to collapse.
Sushen lay down on the ground, his body trembling slightly.
His eyes were still wide open, looking straight up.
"No, no...it's that person, that person's power still exists..." the god of calculations muttered to himself, with uncontrollable fear in his eyes.
"Your Majesty!"
"What's wrong with you, Your Majesty!?"
"Is there something wrong with the Fate Formation?! How could it suddenly collapse!? We didn't notice it at all!"
After the sea of stars collapsed, a monk wearing a robe with complex starry sky patterns appeared nearby.
They wore masks with strange talismans, and their faces could not be seen clearly.
But it can be heard from their tone that they are very anxious at the moment, running towards the fortune teller lying in the center of this secret room.
These are the disciples of the god of calculation and the deacons of the temple of calculation.
After the Fate Path Formation was opened, they have been running the rules to maintain the operation of the Fate Path Formation.
Based on past experience, the fortune teller will usually complete the fortune-telling peek within two to three quarters of an hour.
But this time, six or seven quarters of an hour has passed, and even the gods have not yet finished peeking at the fate path.
But now, the formation of fate has collapsed directly, even the god has fallen!
what is happening!?
how so?
A group of disciples gathered around him.
The God of Suan was still lying flat on the ground, his eyes wide open, looking straight upward, as if he was sluggish.
Even though the surrounding disciples gathered around him, he didn't react at all.
Seeing this situation, these disciples became even more panicked.
"Sir...what happened?!"
"Sir, are you injured? We will send you to treatment immediately..."
"Hurry up, the venerable!"
These disciples were talking to each other, making the scene a little chaotic.
At this moment, the God of Fortune suddenly raised a hand.
The surrounding disciples immediately fell silent and all looked at the God of Fortune.
"Tell them, this son... his fate is unpredictable. I have tried my best, but there is nothing I can do." The God of Fortune said slowly.
Upon hearing this, the expressions of all the disciples present changed, and the shock on their faces could not be greater.
In so many years, this was the first time they saw the God of Fortune show such an expression and speak in such a tone!
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Count outside the temple.
More and more divine monks are gathering here to wait for the God of Calculation to speak.
"I wonder if the fortune teller can directly locate the two guys... It should be possible, right? I remember that many years ago, the fortune teller helped capture a wanted prisoner... It seems to be the Western Prison of Immortal World
The wanted object..."
"If this can lock the location of these two guys, then we must be quick! We must send the coordinates back to the Great Master as soon as possible..."
"What's the use? The key is to look at luck. If these two guys happen to be in a relatively close fairyland, they can take advantage of it. It's useless to say anything else!"
A group of monks were discussing and waiting for the God of Calculation to speak.
"Buzz!"
After a while, a burst of light suddenly appeared on the huge wooden sign in front of the temple.
At this moment, the divine monks from different immortal realms and realms present all had their eyes fixed on the wooden sign.
"Uh! Uh! Uh..."
One character after another began to appear on the wooden sign.
"This son's fate cannot be measured... Please come back."
Many monks read it out.
There are ten words in total.
After reading it, the whole place fell into deathly silence.
This boy's fate is unpredictable, please come back...
What does this sentence mean...doesn't even God be able to provide information about the two wanted remnants!?
Not even a bit of information?!
"How is it possible... What does unpredictable fate mean!? Even if there are no exact coordinates, I can still give you some other clues."
"That's right, such as the other party's more specific aura or skills..."
"Even if they let us know where they have been, or what magical weapons they have used, it would be great! What does this mean now? We have been waiting for this for so long..."