Two days later, a golden light flashed over Wancao Valley, and a figure flew out from the mist. He was Nan Hairen. After several days of practice, Nan Hairen's magical skills improved greatly, and he and the two women were in a spiritual fusion. , which enhances the intimacy between each other.
With faith in infinity, Nan Hairen left Wancao Valley and flew to the desert of the Western Regions with his sword.
Just after flying a hundred miles, Nan Hairen discovered that there was a strong spiritual power fluctuation coming from the southeast. There were not many people in this world who could make him think that the spiritual power was so strong. Nan Hairen was very curious and wanted to see After realizing this, he quickly concealed most of his cultivation, preserved his realm in the late stage of immortality, and then rushed towards the place where the spiritual power fluctuated.
After a while, Nan Hairen came to the sky above the spiritual energy fluctuations, and found that there was a small town below. People were coming and going in the town, and it was very lively. After finding a deserted place, Nan Hairen landed in the town and walked towards the spiritual energy fluctuations. walk to the land.
Nan Hairen found that there were many people surrounding the place where the spiritual power fluctuated strongly. He squeezed past and saw that it was a Taoist priest who was fortune-telling and approving people's horoscopes. The spiritual power was constantly emanating from the Taoist priest's body.
"Old fairy, can Quanzi go to Beijing to participate in the competition this year and be able to go to high school?" an old man wearing a soldier's coat asked the Taoist priest.
"The horoscope of your birth date indicates that you will serve as an official. However, if you look at the high school emperor's ranking list, it is far behind in numerology. In this exam, you can win the exam, but you will not be able to enter the top three." The Taoist said to the old man.
"Let me see how long I will live and when will I die?" a cold voice said.
Nanhai Ren looked around and saw a middle-aged scribe in white clothes with a thin appearance and a demonic look in his eyes, staring at the fortune-telling Taoist priest.
"Brother Shouyuan, according to my reasonable calculation, has been dead for a long time, but you are still standing in front of me alive, which means that you must be a cultivator. Only cultivators can live a long and defiant life. If you ask when will you die? , Your Excellency has already bid farewell to this world thousands of years ago, why do you want to come back again? Definitely, definitely!" The Taoist priest seemed to be talking to himself and to a middle-aged scribe.
The middle-aged scribe said: "After we said goodbye, Brother Haiyang was still stubborn and unforgiving. Sikong Hao has learned a lesson! Why did Brother Hai come here to make trouble when he is not cultivating in the upper world? Could it be that..."
"Don't say it, don't say it, we understand each other tacitly." The fortune teller waved his hand to stop him.
Nan Hairen felt a wave of spiritual consciousness sweep over his body, and then the Taoist priest's voice came, "Brother, you have a strange appearance. Since we are destined to meet each other, I will give you a hexagram, 'From the beginning of today, misfortunes and blessings depend on each other. ; There are no dangers, and all walks of life are seeking novelties; if the heart has a wish, the world will be jealous of each other; if you cultivate the truth on the great road, you will be free and endless. 'Remember, remember!"
After the fortune teller finished speaking, he glanced at Nan Hairen, shook his head, and said to the middle-aged scribe: "Sikong, let's go. We have seen what we should see, and we should go. Please!"
The middle-aged scribe glanced at Nan Hairen and was about to say something, but he opened his mouth and stopped.
He turned to the fortune teller and said, "Okay, Brother Haiyang is still so open-minded, but Sikong is a bit inferior. Let's go!"
After saying that, the two of them drifted away.
After listening to the fortune teller's words, Nan Hairen felt as if he had caught something in the dark, but he seemed to have caught nothing. He felt strange and couldn't come up with a result after thinking about it. He shook his head and asked Walk outside the town.
Nan Hairen had just come out of the town. In the woods not far from the town, people were arguing non-stop...
The two people arguing were none other than the fortune teller Taoist priest and the middle-aged scribe Sikong Hao.
Sikong Hao said: "Brother Haiyang, the main reason I came to this world is to eradicate the Son of Chaos, the cause of the chaos in the Nine Realms. Our Realm Devouring Demon Lord calculated that the chaos in the Nine Realms was caused by the birth of the Son of Chaos, so he sent me there.
The human world will kill him before he has matured. It seems that you and I have the same purpose. Today, I think this son is very similar to the son of chaos, but why did you let him go?"
The fortune-telling Taoist priest said: "The poor Taoist god can't be wrong in his fortune telling. Although this child is strange, he is not the son of chaos. He has no power of chaos and his cultivation level is not high. If he hadn't eaten it, I would have left it in the world."
The Nine-Heaven Fire Dragon Fruit would not have achieved this. After all, I still have a long-term relationship with him. Besides, killing is harmful to our cultivation, especially if we attack people who are practicing in the lower world, it is even more damaging.
He will be punished by heaven, and this is also the true intention of my ocean king to stop you."
"Thank you, Brother Haiyang, for your kindness. Our demon sect has always improved its cultivation through killing, and we are not afraid of any natural punishment. Therefore, we should go our separate ways." After that, we walked out of the woods.
Haiyang Tianjun looked at Sikong Hao's back and murmured: "Boy, I can only help you to this extent. This has made it very difficult for me. I wish you good luck." Then he disappeared in the breeze.
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