Chapter 487 I, Qianxuzi, come to accept the invitation!

Chapter 487 I, Qianxuzi, come to accept the invitation!

Wang Zijia stood in the center of the altar, closed his eyes, and calculated, checked, and discarded various silk threads at a very fast speed.

After a while, Wang Zijia suddenly half-knelt on the ground and pressed his right hand to the center of the blood array!

"Go!"

With a roar from Wang Zijia, all his magic power was sent to the array as if it was free.

"Swish! Bang!"

Instantly, dense golden silk threads appeared on Wang Zijia's hand.

The silk threads were entangled and quickly inserted into the void.

The various possibilities of the array were already ruled out by Wang Zijia in advance.

With the addition of new special silk threads, most of the remaining silk threads were finally divided into dozens of strands and extended quickly.

Some directions made Wang Zijia vaguely feel that there were some pitfalls.

"With such a deep cause and effect, how can there be so many possibilities? And each one has a source! What kind of anti-divination means did this demon do?"

Looking at the dozens of silk threads, Wang Zijia frowned.

After choosing a slightly normal silk thread, he sensed and probed the past, and a picture appeared in front of him.

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In a dilapidated town, in a slum area, in a deserted courtyard, there was an old widow who made a living by performing.

"Old man Zhong, it's time to pay the month's money."

In the courtyard, a gangster with two half-grown children looked at the old man and said.

"Okay, brother Bai!"

The old man looked to be in his sixties or seventies, and he was a little sick from overwork. He trembled and took out the money he had prepared long ago and handed it to the young man.

The young man weighed the money in his hand and said, "Starting next month, the share will increase by 10%."

After that, he turned around and left without caring about the old man with a somewhat stiff face.

"Alas, this life is unbearable!"

The old man sighed and continued to prepare things for the evening performance.

A golden silk thread fell from the void and wrapped around the old man, and no one noticed it.

In front of Wang Zijia's eyes, a picture that seemed real and illusory turned, and Wang Zijia frowned as he watched this scene.

It can be confirmed that this is definitely not Feng Yingzhong, but why does this deep cause and effect still entangle him?

Without alarming anyone, after the perception returned to the altar, Wang Zijia extended his perception eye to another place.

Similarly, with the perception of the quick eyes, a picture appeared in his eyes again.

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In a prosperous theater, a middle-aged man was teaching and scolding a teenager.

The teenager smiled apologetically and listened to the master's scolding honestly.

An invisible golden thread in the void was wrapped around the young man.

It was still not Feng Yingzhong, but Feng Yingzhong's deep cause and effect thread was entangled with him.

Wang Zijia kept switching the thread and sensing the source.

In his mind, cities, places, and figures kept emerging.

The pimps who emptied the chamber pots in the brothels, the apprentices in the theaters, the old men who performed for money, and even the prostitutes who sang songs!

They were all ordinary people who did the lowest nine classes. In the calculation, they were the source of these causes and effects, but they were definitely not Feng Yingzhong.

At first, Wang Zijia was just confused. With the continuous calculation, Wang Zijia gradually realized what these people were!

These things seemed to be not just to prevent divination.

These people should be a special human pill technique, or a living substitute doll, or a living spare body.

In short, it was not that he had a problem with the calculation, but that the old guy was too cowardly.

Although these people were not Feng Yingzhong, they could all be Feng Yingzhong. It was a means of preventing disasters, dying for death, and overcoming tribulations in Xingcai Huandao!

After figuring this out, Wang Zijia carefully explored the source of each thread, and in the process, he would also take some preventive measures.

After all, in order to deal with Feng Yingzhong, these roads must be cut off before they can really be killed.

Otherwise, it will be a very long game of hide-and-seek!

Among the dozens of silk thread sources, there are still a dozen places where the silk threads are the thickest and easiest to be calculated. Wang Zijia vaguely feels that there are pitfalls.

Obviously, these places that are easier to calculate are obviously prepared for the calculation cultivators who can get some information about him.

After the ordinary cultivators have drawn the hexagram, they will definitely be in trouble.

Fortunately, Wang Zijia follows the cause and effect path, not the traditional divination.

Especially at this moment, strictly speaking, Wang Zijia is "tracking" based on the "traces" left by Feng Yingzhong's troubles in the past, and he is not calculating the hexagram. Therefore, he will not trigger the countermeasures of the hexagram cultivators if he is careful.

It's like knowing that there are landmines. I am not only flying, but also have a detector. In this case, it explodes. That's really stupid.

But these mines must be touched!

After all, after Wang Zijia figured out the old man's methods, he also needs to check these pits to prevent the pits from having real backhands and finally being escaped by this guy's real and fake methods.

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As Wang Zijia moved, his perception extended again, and a basement appeared in Wang Zijia's perception.

The dark square space seemed to be a tomb in terms of layout?

In a cramped room of more than ten square meters, a coffin stood quietly. Even though there were dense seals on it, the strong ominous smell and materialized pollution made Wang Zijia know what it was at a glance.

A thick thread of cause and effect was inserted into it. The special cause and effect is different from the traditional calculation and cultivation methods. In addition, Wang Zijia had been prepared and retracted it as soon as it was touched, so it did not trigger strong countermeasures.

However, even so, when his perception was withdrawn, he was also slightly contaminated by the entanglement of the mysterious induction.

This thing is really a big pit. If you are caught off guard, one hexagram can take away half of your life!

It's really a pitfall!

"Value +78!"

Wang Zijia exchanged the infection while thinking, and continued to check other pits.

The altar with living demons, weird dead, extremely filthy, and can make people fall instantly. If you don't have some means, you will not see the real person and your path will be ruined.

These are fine. The biggest pit that Wang Zijia remembers deeply is that in an ordinary altar, there is another person's information medium, and it has been transferred!

If you dive in, if nothing unexpected happens, the target of fortune-telling will be grafted onto another big guy. You might end up calculating the soul or the demon of the tribulation.

It is best to inform the other party that I am calculating your background!

Then he was slapped to death by someone!

"This guy..." Wang Zijia was speechless while calculating.

No wonder the higher the level, the higher the fee for fortune-telling.

If all of them are full of such big and small traps, the reason for the short life of fortune-tellers can't be entirely blamed on the price paid for revealing too much secrets?

Pictures kept flashing in his mind, and after quickly checking them out, he decided how to cut off their retreat.

After a long time, a picture suddenly froze, and became extremely clear in Wang Zijia's perception. After the thread of cause and effect penetrated the heavy fog, there were still more than a dozen threads locked on the other party.

"I got you, stinky rat!"

At this moment, Wang Zijia's eyes were bright and his mouth was slightly raised.

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Wenshan Market City, the most famous market city in the three surrounding prefectures, is located at the junction of Qinghe Prefecture and Guangping Prefecture.

It is mid-afternoon, almost evening.

In the largest street stall square market in the market, people come and go, shouting and bargaining are heard one after another, and the atmosphere is very lively.

"How much do you sell this talisman for?" A boy with a childish face who looks only in his teens stopped in front of a stall.

The stall owner is an old Taoist who is about to be buried, but his bright eyes indicate that he is still some distance away from being buried.

Seeing the business coming, he showed a warm smile and said, "Daoyou, you are really sunny. Don't look at this magic talisman, it is only the second grade, but it is from a famous master!"

The young man was instantly attracted and asked seriously, "Oh, I wonder which master's product it is?"

Before the old man continued to speak, several people in the stall next to him began to laugh and said, "Haha, old man Zhong, you want to fool people again!"

Another middle-aged man who looked more honest took over and said, "Little kid, don't listen to his nonsense. A few days ago, he was still boasting that this was the handwriting of the God! As a result, a broken second-grade talisman was sold by him at the price of the third grade. He is so greedy!"

"How can I fool people? You have no vision..." The old stall owner was about to argue with reason, just like a low-level casual cultivator who was trying to make a living.

But at this time, he suddenly stood up from the ground. He looked around with a look of surprise on his face, like a frightened bird.

"What's wrong, old man Zhong? Could it be that the victim who was cheated has come to your door?"

"Haha, why don't you run away!"

His sudden movement made the group of casual cultivators who were chatting and laughing with him speak out.

The old man did not reply. In his doubt, his face changed rapidly. He started to pack up his stall and said, "I have something to do today, so I won't sell anything."

"Haha, it's not that the victim really came to your door. I'll tell you to cheat people all day long!"

Everyone laughed at the rare surprised expression on the other party. Obviously, everyone was very familiar with the people in this stall, and it was not just a day or two of contact.

"Dong!"

"Dong!"

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Before the old man could reply, a strange light sound with a unique rhythm sounded.

In the city, countless people subconsciously looked around to find the source of the sound.

"Feng Daoyou, Qinghe Qianxu, came to the appointment at the invitation!"

As the plain and cold voice sounded, everyone subconsciously looked up.

I saw a middle-aged man walking in the air above the sky. He was broad-shouldered, strong, upright, and sturdy. He was eight feet tall.

The contrast was quite strong, and he had a slightly childish face.

The other party was wearing a long Confucian robe, and five dark red long swords surrounded by ghost mist were around him. He was walking in the air from a distance.

"Dong, Dong!"

The slight sound was the sound of the other party walking in the air. The faint fluctuations spread with his footsteps, full of rhythm, like knocking on the door to greet.

The sharp temperament was like a peerless swordsman descending to the earth, and countless people were stunned.

"God?! Qinghe Qianxuzi? Who is that?"

"The new God of the Chu family in Qinghe Prefecture, isn't he making a lot of noise recently?"

"Why did this person come to our Guangping Prefecture?"

"I heard that he just destroyed the Murong family. Could it be that the Murong family's inheritance has not been completely taken away, and he has set his sights on our Guangping Sheng family?"

"Are you deaf? He said he came to keep an appointment!"

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Countless people looked up at the sky, the sword energy soared into the sky, and the sword immortal of the God Lord came walking in the air.

Amidst all kinds of discussions, the city lord's mansion, the guardian of this city soared into the sky, came to Wang Zijia, bowed, and said: "Sheng Li of the Sheng family greets Qianxu God Lord. I wonder what the God Lord is doing in our small Wenshan Market?"

Wang Zijia ignored the other party's intention, walked to the sky above the market stalls, lowered his head and looked down, and smiled:

"Why, Fellow Daoist Feng has sent me "invitations" several times in the past month. Today, I accept the invitation and come to my door in person. Are you going to leave without saying hello?"

As Wang Zijia spoke, the five dark red long swords beside him vibrated slightly, the sword energy soared into the sky, and the strong sword intent locked onto an old Taoist below.

Everyone looked at him in astonishment and found that he was just an ordinary old Taoist. Many people knew him. In their impression, the Taoist had been here for more than one or two years.

The old Taoist packed up his stall and tried to quietly retreat, but he was locked in place by the sword intent.

"How did you find me?" As he spoke, his momentum continued to rise, and his figure floated up, staring at Wang Zijia in the air.

"Is this... the demon Feng Yingzhong?"

"Why is it this guy!"

"Hasn't this guy disappeared for more than a hundred years? He's not dead yet!"

"I actually set up a stall with a god for decades?"

"Just be thankful that you haven't been made into a colorful instrument for acrobatics!"

"Uh..."

"I heard that the Chu family offended the left god these days. It turned out to be this old demon. The Chu family is in trouble!"

"..."

As Feng Yingzhong regained his momentum and rose into the air, many people were familiar with his face, and countless people in the city were shocked.

Wang Zijia looked at Feng Yingzhong and said with a smile: "Daoyou have invited me again and again in the past month. If I still can't keep the appointment, wouldn't it be a bit despised by others!"

"Fight!"

As soon as the words fell, a long sword rushed out.

The target was not Feng Yingzhong in front, but a street in the city below.

"Swish!"

The dark red long sword fell like a meteor, with a touch of blood-red lightning, and rushed down directly.

"Ding!"

The next moment, an identical old Taoist, with a palm-sized blood-red small shield around his body, was pushed out from the shadow by a long sword.

"Haha, Daoyou Feng, it's not the first day we met. Don't show off such a trick. It's too embarrassing and loses the face of the God!"

Wang Zijia looked down at Feng Yingzhong who was chopped by the long sword below, and said sarcastically.

"Puff!"

Feng Yingzhong on the street below had a gloomy face, but the phantom in the sky was directly annihilated at this time.

"What do you want to do, Brother Chu?" Feng Yingzhong floated up again, his aura rising, and confronted Wang Zijia again.