Wang Zijia stood in the center of the altar, his eyes closed, and his mind was extremely fast calculus, investigation, and constantly discarding all kinds of silk threads.

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

"Out!"

With Wang Zijia's roar, the mana of the whole body was sent to the magic circle like no money.

"Woohoo! Stretch! ”

Suddenly, the dense golden silk threads on Wang Zijia's hands emerged.

The silk threads are entangled, quickly inserted into the void.

The various possibilities of the extension of the formation 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 quickly extended out.

There is a direction, and Wang Zijia vaguely feels some pit feelings.

"With such a depth of cause and effect, how can there be so many possibilities? And all of them have their origins! What kind of anti-divination methods did this demon do? ”

Looking at the dozens of strands of silk thread, Wang Zijia frowned.

I chose a slightly normal silk thread, and the perception probed the past, and a picture appeared in front of me.

······

In a dilapidated town, in a slum area, in a deserted courtyard, there is a lonely old man who lives by performing arts.

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

In the courtyard, a gang of young men with two and a half babies looked at the old man.

"Okay, little white brother!"

The old man looked to be sixty or seventy years old, and he was a little sick from overwork, and tremblingly took out the money that had been prepared a long time ago and handed it to the young man.

The young man checked the money in his hand and said, "Starting next month, the share will increase by one percent." ”

After that, he didn't care about the old man with a somewhat stiff face, turned around and left.

"Alas, I can't live this day!"

The old man sighed faintly and continued to prepare for the evening's performance.

A golden thread hung down in the void, wrapping around the old man's body, and no one noticed.

In front of Wang Zijia's eyes, a picture that seemed to be real and illusory turned, and Wang Zijia looked at this scene with a frown.

It is certain that this is definitely not Feng Yingzhong, but with this depth of cause and effect, why is it still entangled with him?

Without alarming anyone, after the perception retreated into the altar, Wang Zijia stretched out his perception eye to another place.

In the same way, with the perception of rapid eyes, a picture appears in the eye again.

······

In a bustling theater, a middle-aged man was teaching and reprimanding a teenager.

The young man smiled and listened honestly to the master's reprimand.

An invisible golden thread in the void wrapped around the young man's body.

is still not Feng Yingzhong, but the deep causal thread of Feng Yingzhong has a lot of entanglement with him.

Wang Zijia kept switching silk threads, perceiving the source.

In my mind, a city, a place, and a person keep coming to mind.

The turtle who pours the night pot on the hook, the apprentice in the theater, the old man who sells the arts, and even the Qingqi man who sings songs!

It's all ordinary people who are doing the lower nine ranks, and in the calculations, they are the source of these causes and effects, but they are definitely not Feng Ying Zhong.

At first, Wang Zijia was just puzzled, but with the continuous calculations, Wang Zijia gradually realized what these people were!

These things don't seem to be just for the sake of preventing divination.

These people should be a special kind of human pill technique, or a kind of living stand-in doll, or they may be living spare shells.

In short, it's not that he calculated that there was a problem, but that this old guy is too stubborn.

Although these people are not Feng Ying Zhong, they can all be Feng Ying Zhong. It is a means of preventing disasters, replacing death, and crossing disasters in the Fishy Illusory Path!

Understanding this, Wang Zijia carefully explored the source of each silk thread, and in this process, he will also do some preventive measures.

After all, if you want to get rid of Feng Yingzhong, these roads must be broken before you can really kill him.

Otherwise it will be a very long peek-a-boo!

Among the dozens of silk thread sources, there are more than a dozen places where the silk thread is the thickest and easiest to calculate, and Wang Zijia vaguely feels that there is a pit.

Obviously, these places that are easier to calculate are obviously prepared for calculations after he can get some information preliminarily.

After the ordinary monks start the hexagram, they will definitely be unlucky to plunge into it.

Fortunately, Wang Zijia's path of cause and effect is not a traditional divination.

Especially in the current situation, strictly speaking, Wang Zijia is 'tracking' according to the 'traces' left by Feng Yingzhong's troubles in the previous time, and it is not counted as a hexagram, so he will not trigger the countermeasures of the Dao hexagram cultivation.

It's like knowing that there is a mine, and I not only fly it, but also have a detector, and in this case it explodes, then it is really stupid.

But these mines must be touched!

After all, after Wang Zijia figured out the old guy's methods, he also needed to check these pits to prevent the pit from having a real backhand, and finally escaped by this guy's virtual and real means.

······

With Wang Zijia's movements, the perception extends again, and a basement appears in Wang Zijia's perception.

A pitch-black square space that appears to be a burial chamber in terms of layout?

In a cramped room of more than ten square meters, a coffin stands quietly, even if there is a dense seal on it, the rich ominous and substantial pollution also makes Wang Zijia know what it is at a glance.

A very thick causal silk thread is inserted into it, the special causal path is different from the traditional method of arithmetic cultivation, and Wang Zijia has already taken precautions and receives it at the touch of a button, so it does not trigger strong countermeasures.

But even so, when his perception was withdrawn, under the entanglement of his induction, he also appeared a little bit of pollution.

This thing is really a big pit, caught off guard, one hexagram can remove half a life!

What a cheat!

"+78 Value!"

Wang Zijia thought about it, exchanged it for infection, and continued to investigate other pits.

Living demons, dead weird, extremely filthy, altars that can make people fall instantly, if you don't have any means, if you just get into it stupidly, you won't see a real person, and you will be ruined.

That's all there is to it, the biggest one, the 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 plunge into it, if nothing else, the target of the fortune teller will be grafted onto another big guy, and maybe if you count it, you will be counted on the Yuan Shen or the Demon of Tribulation.

It's still the most obvious notice to the other party, I'm calculating your heels!

Then he was slapped to death with a backhand!

"This guy ······" While Wang Zijia kept calculating, he was also a little speechless.

It's no wonder that the higher the level, the higher the fee for repairing the hexagram.

If this Nima is all this kind of big pits and small pits, calculating the reason for the short-lived cultivation, it seems that it can't be blamed for revealing too many heavenly opportunities and paying the price?

The pictures in my mind kept flashing, and after quickly checking them out, I decided how to cut off the means of the way back.

After a long time, a picture suddenly froze, and it became extremely clear in Wang Zijia's perception, and after the causal silk threads penetrated the fog, there were more than a dozen that locked the other party.

"Got you, stinky rat!"

At this moment, Wang Zijia's eyes swelled at the same time, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

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The junction of Qinghe and Quang Binh Mansion, the most famous Wenshanfang city in the surrounding three prefectures.

It's the middle of the afternoon, and it's almost evening.

In the largest stall square market in Fang City, crowds come and go, shouting and bargaining one after another, and it is hot.

"How do you sell this talisman?" A boy with a childish face and a teenager who looked like he was only ten years old stopped in front of a stall.

The stall owner is a veteran who is about to enter the earth, but his bright eyes mean that he is still some distance away from entering the earth.

Seeing that the business was coming, he showed a warm smile and said: "Daoyou, you really have sunshine, don't look at this illusion rune, he is only a second-grade, but it is from the hands of a famous artist!" ”

The young man was instantly attracted and asked seriously, "Oh, I don't know which master's production?" ”

Before the old man could continue to speak, a few people in the stall next to him began to laugh and say, "Haha, Old Man Zhong, you want to fool people again!" ”

Another middle-aged man who looked honest answered and said: "Little doll, don't listen to him brag, a few days ago he also boasted that this is the handwriting of the Divine Monarch!" As a result, a second-grade broken talisman was sold by him to the price of the third grade, and the slaughterer's heart was black! ”

"Why am I fooling people, you don't have a vision·····" The old man who is the stall owner is preparing to fight for reason and get out of a low-level casual cultivation that begs for a living.

But then, he suddenly stood up from the ground with a swipe. Looking around with a face full of surprise, a frightened bird's posture.

"What's the matter, Old Man Zhong, shouldn't it be the bitter master who was pitted to come to the door!"

"Haha, don't run yet!"

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

The old man didn't reply, he was shocked, his complexion changed rapidly, and he directly began to close the stall, saying: "Lao Dao has something to do today, so he won't sell anything." ”

"Haha, won't it really be the bitter lord who came to the door, so that you will be a Tiankeng person for a day!"

Everyone looked at each other with a rare look of surprise, and laughed, obviously, the people in this stall are already very familiar to everyone, not a day or two of contact.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

“······”

Without waiting for the old man to reply, a strange light sound sounded with a unique rhythm.

In the city, countless people subconsciously inquire about the source of the sound.

"Feng Daoyou, Qinghe is submerged, I am invited to come to the appointment!"

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

I saw that above the sky, a middle-aged man strolled into the air, with broad shoulders and strong body, tall and strong, and eight feet tall.

The contrast is strong, with a slightly juvenile ageless baby face.

The other party was dressed in a long robe and surrounded by five dark red swords shrouded in ghostly mist, stepping on the void and strolling from a distance.

"Knock, knock!"

The slight sound was the sound of the other party strolling in the air, and the faint fluctuations spread with his footsteps, rhythmic, as if knocking on the door to greet him.

That sharp temperament is like a peerless sword immortal descending to earth, and countless people who see it are sluggish.

"Divine Monarch?! Qinghe dives into the void? Who's that? ”

"The new Divine Monarch of the Chu family in Qinghe Mansion, hasn't there been a lot of uproar recently!"

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

"I heard that the other party just destroyed the Murong family, it won't be that the Murong family's inheritance has been confiscated, and the idea of our Guangping Sheng family has been started again, right?"

"You're deaf, people say you're coming to an appointment!"

“······”

Countless people looked up at the sky, and the sword aura rushed into the sky, strolling through the Divine Monarch Sword Immortal who stepped into the air.

In the midst of all kinds of discussions, in the direction of the city lord's mansion, the town guard of this city rose to the sky, came to Wang Zijia, saluted, and said: "The Sheng family has seen the Hidden Void Divine Monarch, I don't know what the Divine Monarch is doing when he comes to our small Wenshanfang City?" ”

Wang Zijia didn't pay attention to the other party's meaning, strolled to the sky above the stall area of Fang City, looked down, and said with a smile:

"Why, Feng Daoyou has issued an 'invitation' to this seat several times in the month, and today this seat was invited to come to the door in person, and Daoyou is going to leave without saying hello?"

With Wang Zijia's words, the five dark red long swords beside him vibrated slightly, and the sword aura soared into the sky, and the strong sword intent locked on an old Dao below.

Everyone looked at it in amazement, and found that it was just an ordinary old way, and many people knew each other, and in their impression, that Taoist had been here for not a year or two.

Lao Dao cleaned up the stall and wanted to retreat quietly, but after being locked by the sword intent, he froze in place.

"How did you find out about the old way?" Between the words, his momentum continued to rise, and his figure also floated up, staring at Wang Zijia in the air.

"It's ······ The demon road seals the bell? ”

"Why is this guy!"

"Hasn't this guy disappeared for more than a hundred years? Not dead yet! ”

"I've been setting up a stall with a god for decades?"

"You're glad you weren't made into a color vessel for juggling!"

"Forehead ······"

"I heard that these days, the Chu family has offended the Zuo Dao Divine Monarch, it turns out that it is this old demon, the Chu family is in trouble!"

“······”

As Feng Yingzhong regained his momentum and rose into the air, many people were not unfamiliar with that face, and countless people in the city were fried.

Wang Zijia looked at Feng Yingzhong and said with a smile: "Daoyou has been here for more than a month, and has sent out invitations again and again, if this seat is not able to go to the appointment, wouldn't it be too much to look down on!" ”

"Fight!"

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

The target was not the bell in front of it, but a street in the city below.

"Whew!"

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

"Ding!"

The next moment, an identical veteran, with a palm-sized blood-red shield around him, was pushed out of the shadows by a long sword.

"Hehe, Feng Daoyou, it's not the first day we've met, don't take out this kind of carving insect skill, it's too embarrassing, and it's lost the face of the Divine Monarch!"

Wang Zijia looked down at Feng Yingzhong, who was slashed by the long sword below, and sneered.

"Poof!"

The face of the Feng Ying Clock on the street below was cloudy, but the phantom of the sky was directly annihilated at this time.

"What does Chu Daoyou want?" Feng Yingzhong floated up again, his momentum rose, and he confronted Wang Zijia again.

(End of chapter)