Five hundred and seventieth chapters stir up the storm
The location was located from the Taoist Palace in the Cloud to the ground, a country where ghosts are rampant.
"That's not right either."
Before Fu Ruyi made the prediction, he had already predicted that the person who made the prediction must be in Shenle Tian. Other than that, all other answers were wrong.
The third positioning, this time it was located in Kaletian, at a certain sect's station.
She was doubtful about this answer, so she started to calculate again for the fourth time, and it was still the same station as before.
Okay, it's right this time.
Fu Ruyi's eyes fell on the station of Yunyang Temple. The auras of Yi Wuya and Sun Yanyan sometimes split into two, and sometimes twisted into one.
"Guizangyi, good guy, you hid it deep enough."
Fu Ruyi could see at a glance what Yi Wuya was doing, and he even tried to figure out the truth about Kailetian's battle.
"court death."
Sure enough, as soon as Yi Wuya touched the corner of Tianji, he encountered an unprecedented fierce backlash.
"ah!"
Wang Fu opened his eyes suddenly, and the four layers of vest were broken in an instant, and they fell to the ground unconscious.
If he was cruel and gave up the four layers of vests, the lives of these four people could offset 60 to 70% of the backlash of the secret. But now, the price paid by the four people who were unconscious has only offset about 40%.
He was in the core and withstood the remaining 60% of the attack. He saw the secret coming back to him, causing irreparable sequelae.
"brush!"
Suddenly, in Wang Fu's sight of the Minghuo, the densely packed scriptures that were originally wrapped on the Mengnu Mingming Candle fell like shedding their shells, turning into flying insects all over the sky, instantly covering Wang Fu's body.
Pray scriptures to protect you at critical moments and resist the backlash of heaven.
"An idea struck me."
Wang Fu knew that the opportunity was rare, so he took advantage of the moment when the backlash was blocked, opened his eyes and looked at the slightly stagnant Tianji, and felt a pain in his heart.
The next moment, the scriptures wrapped up the backlash and died together, the secret of heaven disappeared, and everything returned to normal.
Wang Fu took a deep breath, stretched out his hand to pull the hem of his clothes, turned around, walked to the leeward side of the hillside, sat down under a rock, closed his eyes and rested his mind.
"The methods are still immature."
Fu Ruyi saw Yi Wuya fainting and knew that he had suffered backlash, so he shook his head. This person's Guizang Yi learning was far inferior to that of Yu Guanjing, and even inferior to Shui Yuanzi's remnant.
The only thing that surprised her was that this person belonged to the branch of Yunzhong Dao Palace, but he could master the Yi Zang. Wouldn't it be interesting?
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"Boundless."
Fu Yangmei shook his head when he saw this. Yi Wuya had already fallen into a coma. It seemed that this calculation was not ideal.
His mood became more and more solemn, knowing that this trip was not optimistic.
When Ding Zhangdian heard that Sun Yanyan was seriously injured and fainted, he went over to treat him and found that he was nothing serious.
None of them noticed that another pair of eyes returned from their station.
"Is it easy to return to Tibet?"
Yu Guanjing was the second person besides Fu Ruyi to notice this place. After all, Guizang Yi came from the same origin.
"Incomplete and specious, it has nothing to do with Shui Yuanzi."
He personally experienced the mysterious person incarnated by Wang Fu, and knew that the remnants of Shui Yuanzi were hiding in Yiyuan, which was more powerful than before.
"It seems that Yunyang Temple has nothing to do with Shui Yuanzi, it's just some incomplete formulas and texts."
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"Hahaha."
In a secret room in Yunzhong Taoist Palace, young Sikong Qiuxuan opened his eyes and saw a pool of blood in front of him, which he had vomited out himself.
There was still a dull pain in his chest, but he didn't care. Counterattacks were commonplace, but what mattered was what he saw.
Sikong Qiuxuan has a big secret hidden in his heart. He is a unique existence in the world.
The two top oracle bone ancient styles of Lian Shan Yi and Gui Zang Yi belong to him alone.
Back then, in a small town near Yunyangguan, he received a copy of the Yi Mi Book from an unknown old man as a gift. Now he finally knows that the person is probably Shui Yuanzi, a traitor to the True Immortal Mansion.
Now, after joining the Yunzhong Taoist Palace, because of his outstanding qualifications, he became a disciple of the 'Shen Yi Gua' and won the title of Lian Shanyi.
With two unique skills in his possession, Sikong Qiuxuan has a bright future, and may even surpass his senior sister Fu Ruyi.
Just now, on a whim, he figured out that the battle of Shen Lo Tian was actually related to the reshuffle of ghosts, gods, and immortals.
"No wonder?"
Sikong Qiuxuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He finally understood why the top officials of the Taoist Palace had recently mobilized all their troops. It was because of this.
Originally, given his status, he was not qualified to understand this matter, but he figured it out.
"Fu Ruyi, in the past few days, he frequently went in and out of the Dao Palace, probably for this reason."
Nowadays, Fu Ruyi is the most valued disciple of Shenyi Gua, and many important matters in the sect require her to be consulted.
Unfortunately, he still doesn't know that all his arrogance is based on the fact that he is someone's outermost vest.
The one who takes the blame is the hardest, the one who gets beaten the hardest, the one who benefits the least, and the one who dies the earliest.
"I'm still very weak now and can't participate in major events, but as long as I accumulate strength, over time and with my top-notch skills, I can definitely soar into the sky."
Sikong peeked into the mystery, and an unprecedented ambition ignited in his heart. Just now he witnessed the world's top battle.
The position of ghosts, gods, and immortals seems to be too high and high to be ignored, but in the calculations of big shots, it is also something that can be fought over.
"One day, I, Sikong Qiuxuan, will be the protagonist of this world."
Kagakuten, as far as the sky and earth can be seen, there are fanatical ghosts everywhere, praying with singing and dancing rituals, and communicating with Kagakuten.
Kagakuten has just fallen into a deep sleep. Logically speaking, it is impossible to wake up for the time being.
Therefore, there was this Shura field-level battle, with numerous casualties on both sides of humans and ghosts.
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"Horse-headed flying camel, what's going on?"
This is an extremely dark space, isolated from the smog and noise of the outside world. Instead, the darkness is almost pure, filled with the supreme charm, and seems to be independent of Kagakuten.
The hunchbacked ghost didn't answer. His facial features were distorted, and his eyes turned into two eyes of the Tai Chi Yin and Yang fish, and he was searching the sky and the earth with all his strength.
"Give me some more time."
The horse-headed flying camel did not dare to neglect, and the one who urged him was the ancestor of the horse-head clan, a being at the level of a great evil ghost.
Just now, there seemed to be a few shallow or weak breaths, trying to spy on the secrets of the sky, and the horse-headed flying camel noticed it.
Normally, he would have pulled away and played with two of the familiar scents, but now was not the time.
Major events in the clan have reached a critical moment. If anything goes wrong, it will be irreversible.
"If you practice the Eight Diagrams of Ghosts and Gods, you are destined to have no luck with ghosts and gods, but I can guarantee that I will support you to become a evil ghost."
The ancestor made a promise after his death, and the purpose was to let him work hard in divination.
The horse-headed flying camel nodded, he knew how to deal with it, "I am grateful, I will do my best to find traces of Kailetian."
The God of Love in his mouth is naturally not the secret realm in the depths, but the owner of this place, the ghost God God.
Kagakuten is sleeping, but his true body is hidden in this piece of heaven and earth, integrated with heaven and earth, and no trace can be found.
Only people like Horsehead and Flying Camel, who have cultivated the Eight Diagrams of Ghosts and Gods to the highest level, are qualified to spy on the traces of ghosts and gods.
Kagakuten is still sleeping. Once she realizes that someone is peeping, it will surely trigger the wrath of thunder, and the last disaster of destruction will definitely happen again.