Chapter Three Hundred and Thirty Eight: The Artifact of Luck
Behind Holy Mother Youming, at some point, a maid had brought a stool. Holy Mother Youming sat down safely and said, "Bring it here."
No matter who has the method of arithmetic, it cannot be done out of thin air. Even the so-called immortals cannot do it. They all have to be targeted. Only the legendary saints who understand the way of emptiness and Hunyuan can create something out of nothing and see the six realms.
, gain insight into the past and future, and get rid of the shackles of entities.
Yun Shifeng naturally knew that Holy Mother Youming asked her to present objects that were connected to Mo Wuya's luck, such as magic weapons that were used in daily life, so that it would be easier to perform calculations.
Since he came to visit Holy Mother Youming, Yun Shifeng was naturally not unprepared. At this time, he took off a beaded earring that was strung under his earlobe, and holding hands together, a hazy shadow appeared, and Mo Wuya
There is a slight resemblance to it, as if it could be blown away by a breeze at any time.
"This is Mo Wuya's phantom clone. Is it useful?" Yun Shifeng asked respectfully.
Holy Mother Youming suddenly opened her deep-set eyes, and two rays of light shot out from them. The darkness inside was even deeper than Wu Yi's Netherworld Dharma Eyes. It seemed to be connected to the real Netherworld ghosts, which was extremely terrifying.
The black shadow was struck by the dim light and turned into a faint black light, which looked like water but not water, like light but not light. It was unknown what it was.
Saint Youming nodded and said, "Barely enough."
The black light was taken into the cauldron by Holy Mother Youming. The cauldron was as straight as oil poured over water. Endless fine formations shone with splendor. All kinds of strange phenomena were produced. Dragons soared and phoenixes danced, tigers roared and apes cried. Ten thousand beasts neighed, and the sky and the earth were transformed.
The forces are constantly changing and turbulent.
The black light was first illuminated by the light of the sun, moon and stars, and then stirred by the power of the earth's veins, gradually undergoing a slight change.
I don't know if it was a coincidence, but a cloud came in the sky and blocked the sunlight. The light dimmed a lot, a dark wind blew up, and the temperature dropped by three points.
The black light turned into a human figure again, but it appeared on the water inside the cauldron, no different from Mo Wuya. Then time went back and an endless shadow appeared.
From the time when Yun Shifeng handed the phantom to Holy Mother Youming, to the time when Yun Shifeng found out that what he was chasing was a phantom, he became angry and angry.
Seeing his embarrassment in front of everyone, Yun Shifeng couldn't help but blush.
Time passed again and turned into a scene of Yun Shifeng and others besieging Mo Wuya. Things were clear and clear.
Seeing that Saint Youming seemed to be showing signs of reversal, Yun Shifeng said loudly: "Mother-in-law, you are wrong. You should have looked at Mo Wuya when he was using the phantom technique."
Holy Mother Youming also noticed that something was wrong. She no longer looked back, but watched along the flow, until the moment when Mo Wuya used the magic of phantom to confuse Yun Shifeng.
Mo Wuya's method was seen through. It turned out that he did not escape at all at that time. He used the changes in light and shadow to hide in place. The ones who escaped were all his phantom clones, but one of the clones had a lot of his energy poured into it.
Therefore, the strength is three points stronger.
After seeing what Mo Wuya was doing, Master Yun Feng Yin gritted her teeth, wishing she could peel off Mo Wuya's skin and bones and drink his essence, how dare he tease her like this.
After finding Mo Wuya's true body through the phantom, Holy Mother Youming continued to deduce and saw the direction of Mo Wuya's escape and the small island where he temporarily stopped.
"It turns out that this beast is hiding here." Yun Shifeng's eyes were filled with murderous intent and his words were cold.
"No, there is a person following behind." Suddenly, the sharp-eyed woman saw a faint shadow and said in surprise.
In Linbing City, Wu Yi, who was still living in the hotel, suddenly felt a sense of peeping. The whole world was peeping at him, with nowhere to escape, as if he had seen everything about him.
Wu Yi understood that someone was using arithmetic to calculate his location, and if his guess was correct, the person who made the move was one of those at the top of the Mingyue Realm.
I don't know what he was thinking, but Wu Yi actually had the idea of fighting with the person opposite him. Even though he knew that the opponent was Zhenren Yuanying, he was born under the Zhitian Xuanmen and was extremely proficient in arithmetic deductions. He might not be able to reverse the situation.
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Thinking of this, Wu Yi used the Taiyi Divine Number, and the sixteen gods flew in the sea of consciousness, constantly changing their breath, appearance, spiritual consciousness and other characteristics.
When it comes to arithmetic, accuracy comes first. If you make a mistake, the result will be worse than not being able to calculate it.
Zixu Peak, Youming Shengpo's withered lips curled up and she smiled sinisterly. She seemed to have understood Wu Yi's thoughts. If he guessed correctly, Mo Wuya had already died at the hands of this person, and this person had to get rid of the treasure.
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Holy Mother Youming slapped the big cauldron with her palm, and the originally gentle beasts and phantoms looked up to the sky and howled, becoming manic and violent, tearing at the demonic body of Wu Yi who appeared in the cauldron, as if they were dragging Wu Yi here from Linbing City.
Wu Yi in Linbing City felt a strong pulling force, and his body suddenly became unstable. His true body was almost revealed, and he hurriedly used the magic formula to stop himself.
It is rare to have such a senior who is proficient in arithmetic to compete with him, so how can he just retreat? Although the spiritual consciousness fades like running water and consumes a lot of money, Wu Yi must persevere and continue to outline models and deductions in the sea of consciousness.
All possible changes.
This air-to-air fight lasted for half an hour, so much so that some female cultivators behind Holy Mother Youming couldn't help but ask, "Is it possible that the other party is also a person like Mother-in-law?"
The woman in red scolded: "There are only a few people like my mother-in-law in the Mingyue Realm. If so, my mother-in-law would have known who took away the treasure. Now she is just teasing the enemy in order to complete her work in one battle and capture the enemy."
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Many female cultivators looked like they suddenly realized what was happening and continued to read. In fact, the woman in red didn't know what it was like. Her words could only calm people's hearts.
Time passed, another half hour passed, and beads of sweat dropped from the forehead of Holy Mother Youming. Wu Yi only needed to confuse and confuse his body shape and breath, and Holy Mother Youming not only needed to figure out where Wu Yi was, but also
Using the power of the cauldron to capture Wu Yi here was much more difficult.
Holy Mother Jiuyi frowned and said, "It's a good thing to know where the other party is and who he is." The implication is that there is no need to forcefully capture Wu Yi.
Saint Youming sighed longly, and seemed to know that she could not achieve her goal of capturing Wu Yi. She no longer deliberately captured Wu Yi, but instead calculated where he was.
The power of heaven and earth converged and merged in the cauldron, deriving incredible power. The light shot out three miles away, used star power to locate Wu Yi's location, and circled around in a large circle until he arrived at the place where Wu Yi was.
"No, it's a divine weapon created by the fate of heaven and earth. Hurry up and get into the beads to avoid it." The anxious voice of the black beetle came. It was rare for something to make him so anxious.