As she spoke, the giant two-horned monster had revealed its true face.

He had a naïve face, red cheeks, two horns on his head, the tips of the horns curved inward, black rings, his arms were knee-length, his joints were covered with scales, he was huge, extraordinarily strong, and his feet were broad, and he should be extremely good at running. Its eyes were heavy, as if it had a divine light, and when it saw the two of them, it suddenly raised its head to the sky and roared, and the sound was like thunder.

"Roaring !!!" "Roaring !!!"

This sound after another, as if containing endless coercion, the sound waves are pervasive, Ji Hongxiang and the seventeenth prince saw that the situation was not good, and they were about to move, but they were shocked by this sudden roar, and they couldn't help but be overturned and flew out, their faces turned pale, and they all spit out a mouthful of blood!

Ji Hongxiang clenched the thing tightly in her hand, her knuckles turned white, and the purple blood vessels protruded because of the force, she wiped the blood from the corners of her mouth, but her hands trembled slightly.

In the palm of her hand, a finger bone as white as jade was constantly exuding black death. This is exactly what she took out of the secret door of that shrine before, and it is also the ominous "evil weapon" that was sealed by someone.

Could it be that the monster in front of him is the demon spawned by this finger bone evil weapon?

Before she could figure out the joints, the two-horned monster's body suddenly bloomed with a blue-black light, the surrounding scenery changed, and there was a wave in the air, and the strong barrier that had blocked Ji Hongjiao and the Seventeenth Prince before had already cracked a spiderweb-like crack in the light of this Qinghe. The monster grinned, and the crack widened, making a "click" sound, shattering in the stunned sight of the two, and actually fell to the ground in substance, raising a cloud of dust!

"Oh? The power of the circle has been concretized? The two-horned monster actually spoke, its huge eyes flashed with humanized astonishment, and its voice rumbled, shaking the eardrum in the ears of the two of them with a slight pain, and they squinted their eyes as if they were reminiscing about something, and then raised their huge palms, pinching and calculating by themselves, completely ignoring the two of them as if they were nothing.

Such a guy who has no one in his eyes is either arrogant and pretending to be too strong, or he is a real person who has a good fortune in Huai Jin's belly. And the latter often has to match a body that is strong enough to not care about the strength of others, otherwise, in the cultivation world, it is the old birthday star who hangs himself - he is afraid of a long life.

This monster obviously has such strength, in its eyes, whether it is Ji Hongxiang or Seventeen Princes, it is just an ant that can be crushed to death with one finger, which is not enough to make it pay attention to it, so even if these two ants whisper in front of it, it is too lazy to stop it.

Seeing this opportunity, the seventeenth prince swallowed his saliva and lowered his voice very low—even if he believed that the monster could easily hear it, but this at least made him feel better—he said to Ji Hongxiang, "This—this thing is not right. ”

Ji Hongxiang agreed: "We have a big deal." The jade-colored knuckles in her palms were still exuding black energy, but she was already sure that the monster could not perceive this, as if it was an intuition, and she secretly felt that the relationship between this knuckle magic weapon and the monster was probably not only the mother body of birth, but also the magic weapon of restraint.

When she figured this out, the purple spirit wall, which had not moved at all, suddenly moved in her dantian!

She was shocked in her heart, and hurriedly looked inside: the black dead qi floating in the empty dantian seemed to be attracted, revolving around the purple spirit wall, and she was worried in her heart, but at this time, the purple spirit wall seemed to suddenly become reasonable, as if she knew the master's troubles, the purple halo was sheng, and it instantly enveloped those restless black dead gas, under the light of the purple spirit wall, those black dead qi were like cold ice and fire, and Huo Ran turned into a black condensation.

It's about the size of a baby's fist. Ji Hongxiang felt great power from the black condensation that was only the size of a baby's fist! Mellow and condensed, it was even countless times purer than the spiritual power liquid she had cultivated before! What exactly is this thing? She was puzzled.

The black condensation flashed with a jade-like luster, and Ji Hongxiang was surprised to find that the jade knuckles in the palm of her hand also flashed the same light at the same time, and the rhythm was the same, just like a thing!

In the flash of light, she suddenly realized: This thing is afraid that it is beneficial to herself!

Ji Hongxiang's thoughts and thoughts suddenly became clear at this moment, but in fact, the time it took was only a few breaths and a few blinks of an eye, and the two-horned monster who didn't put her and the seventeenth prince in his eyes at all was still pinching his fingers and calculating.

It had no eyebrows, but Ji Hongxiang felt that it must be frowning deeply, its thick fingers flicking back and forth at a speed that was completely out of volume, and he could almost see the afterimage flying in his hand.

"Huh? Wrong! The monster muttered, an almost hideous expression on his face, "No, no! Again! ”

The afterimage in its palm became even more faint.

Seeing this, the seventeenth prince frowned, worried, and said to himself: "Pinch your fingers to measure? "He has learned the Tao since he was a child, and he knows a lot about cultivating the truth, and he knows very well that everything that involves deduction and calculation should not be underestimated!

He couldn't help but think of everything his father had said to him when he was a child.

……

The road of cultivation is long, the immortal road is slim, in such a quest for the road, the monks are unpredictable, maybe one second you got the world's treasure and are still proud, the next second you are jointly plotted by someone to sneak attack the soul back to the west.

Maybe some people have endless luck in their lives, drinking water can drink the spiritual spring, walking can pick up magic weapons, and even sleep can have an epiphany; Maybe someone drinks saliva to stuff between their teeth, walks and falls on the ground, and even sleeps can encounter nightmares...... All of this is inseparable from personal fortune, luck, and chance.

If we can predict the heavens and avoid misfortune, how happy and free it should be? Then, the heavenly machine is closely connected with the supreme way of heaven and earth, where is the existence of the ants on the earth that can be calculated?

Monks are just a group of beings who go against the sky.

The number of Dayan is fifty, and one of them is gone. Although the heavenly machine is mysterious and unpredictable, however, in addition to the established "four nines", there is also a distant "one". This "one" is the variable that the monk can grasp.

People often say that "the will of heaven is difficult to disobey", referring to the number of "four nine" in the established and irresistible fifty, and then there is a saying, called "man will conquer the sky", which is not a contradiction, but refers to the variable "one" that has escaped. If the monk can grasp the variable of "one" that escapes from the heavens, then he will seize the opportunity to "change his life against the sky", and whether he can completely control the vitality given by this "one" and make a comeback is another new creation for him.

Then, the place where the "one" is deduced is the only chance for the monk to pursue the rebellion against heaven and change his life!

In the primeval era a long time ago, the land of the flood still existed, the Yellow River ran through the earth, Fuxi waded through the water, saw the vision in the water, there were dragons and horses out of the Yellow River, carrying the "river map"; Before he could do so, he was on the shore of Luoshui again, and he met the turtle carrying the "Luo Shu" and appeared to the world. Hou Fuxi calculated and thought with a powerful divine sense, and found that the mysteries of heaven and earth were hidden in the Hetuluo book, and he used this as the root to deduce the gossip of the heavens!

Later generations calculated the heavenly machine according to the number of gossip techniques, deduced the mandate of heaven, and used it as a tool to capture the "one" that had escaped, so as to realize the change of life against the sky.

And the person who can understand the gossip of the heavens is the destiny of heaven, so the talisman masters, array mages, and deducers derived from this are all rare existences, and the deducers are rare varieties in the rare horns, which can be encountered but not sought.

But in the final analysis, deduction is related to the heavenly machine, and the cultivation is a profound power, although it cannot be done to calculate the heavenly machine like a deducer, or even change his life against the sky, but he can do a calculation with his fingers and understand the things of the world.

Anyone who can do this step is no longer just distinguished by the level of simple primordial infants, avatars, etc., but has been able to communicate with the power of the origin and reach the power of the earth in the understanding of the law of the origin.

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"If you meet someone who can pinch your fingers, if it's a friend, that's fine, if it's an enemy, then run!" This is what the father of the seventeenth son, who has a very good face, said to him.

He still remembers him.

Now that he saw that this monster was pinching his fingers to calculate, he couldn't help but be frightened, and he just wished that there was something wrong with his eyes, and he could see it wrong! However, he practiced the pupil technique, and his eyesight was much better than that of ordinary monks, and he was even much clearer than Jihong's grasp.

"Unexpectedly...... ......" The monster stopped calculating and widened its eyes, making the already terrifyingly large eyes even more terrifying, its chest rising and falling rapidly, as if a thousand emotions were rushing up, it suppressed an angry roar, and its teeth gurgled with teeth: "Countless eras...... Extinction of the Wicans...... The Flood Shattered...... Witch Zang, Witch Zang! Is that what you're insisting?!! ”

Its voice was like a thunderbolt in the Nine Heavens, "Witch Zang!" ”

There seemed to be a vicissitudes of life in that voice, a terrible cry of sorrow.

"Is this what you want?!!!

The outpouring of anger seems to drown this strange world—

"Witch Zang!!"

"Answer me!!"

With each roar, the heavens and the earth seemed to tremble, the mountains and rivers changed color, the wind hurried, and the sky swept in a terrible black cloud!

Its expression was so gloomy that it seemed to be dripping!

"Roar!!"

It shouted frantically. Ji Hongxiang and the Seventeenth Prince were like a flat boat in a tsunami in the power of the sudden explosion, almost torn apart!

"Heavenly Dao!"

"Hahaha!"

The monster laughed, its huge eyes like a strange mist.

"This ridiculous Heavenly Dao!"

"Hahaha!"