Chapter 487 I, Qian Xuzi, come to accept the appointment!

Author: Dimension Theory

Chapter 487 I, Qian Xuzi, come to accept the appointment!

Wang Zijia stood in the center of the altar, with his eyes closed, and his mind was calculating very quickly, checking and discarding various threads.

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

"out!"

Following Wang Zijia's explosive roar, all his magic power was sent into the magic circle as if it were free of charge.

"Boohoo! Boo hoo! Boo hoo!"

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

The threads were entangled and quickly inserted into the void.

Most of the possibilities that the formation could extend were ruled out by Wang Zijia in advance.

As new special threads were added, most of the remaining threads were eventually divided into dozens of strands and quickly extended out.

In some directions, Wang Zijia felt vaguely a little bit confused.

"With such depth of cause and effect, how come there are so many possibilities? And all of them have origins! What kind of anti-divination method did this demon do?"

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

I chose a slightly normal thread, and examined it with my senses, and a picture appeared in front of my eyes.

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In a dilapidated small town, in a slum area, in an abandoned courtyard, there lived a lonely old man who made a living by performing arts.

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

In the yard, a young man from a gang with two and a half-year-old children looked at the old man and said.

"Okay, little brother Bai!"

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

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

After saying that, he turned around and left regardless of the stiff-looking old man.

"Oh, I can't survive this day!"

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

A golden thread fell from the void and wrapped around the old man without anyone noticing.

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

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

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

Similarly, with the perception of quick glances, a picture appears in the eyes again.

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In a bustling theater, a middle-aged man was teaching and scolding a young man.

The young man had an apologetic smile on his face and listened to the master's scolding honestly.

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

Still not Feng Yingzhong, but Feng Yingzhong's deep causal threads are quite entangled with him.

Wang Zijia kept switching the threads, sensing the source.

In my mind, cities, places, and figures kept popping up.

The tortoise man who poured the chamber pot, the theater apprentice, the old entertainer, and even the poor singer!

They are all ordinary people doing low-level things. According to calculations, they are the source of these causes and effects, but they are definitely not Feng Yingzhong.

At first Wang Zijia was just confused, but with constant calculations, Wang Zijia gradually realized who these people were!

These things seem to be not just for preventing divination.

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

In short, it was not that he had a problem with his calculations, but that the old guy was too stubborn.

Although these people are not Feng Yingzhong, they can all be Feng Yingzhong. They are a means of fending off disasters, substituting death, and overcoming tribulations of Xingcai Fantasy Dao!

After understanding this, Wang Zijia carefully investigated the source of each thread, and also took some preventive measures in the process.

After all, if you want to kill Feng Yingzhong, these roads must be cut off before he can really be killed.

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

Among the dozens of sources of silk threads, there are still about ten places where the threads are the thickest and easiest to be calculated. Wang Zijia vaguely felt that something was wrong.

Obviously, these places that are relatively easy to calculate are obviously prepared for calculation practitioners who can initially obtain certain information about him.

After an ordinary monk performs a hexagram, he will definitely be in bad luck if he dives headlong into it.

Fortunately, the path of cause and effect that Wang Zijia followed was not traditional divination.

Especially in the current situation, strictly speaking, Wang Zijia is 'tracing' based on the 'traces' left by Feng Yingzhong's troubles in the past time, and it does not count as a hexagram. Therefore, the countermeasures for the hexagram cultivation are

If he is careful, he won't trigger it.

It's like knowing that there are landmines. Not only am I flying, but I also have a detector. If it explodes under such circumstances, then I'm really stupid.

But these mines must be touched!

After all, after Wang Zijia figured out the old guy's methods, he also needed to investigate these pitfalls to prevent there were real backhands in the pits, and he was eventually escaped by this guy's false and real tricks.

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Following Wang Zijia's movements, his perception extended again, and a basement appeared in Wang Zijia's perception.

The dark square space seems to be a tomb in 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 ominousness and substantial pollution made Wang Zijia know what it was at a glance.

A very thick thread of cause and effect was inserted into it. The special nature of the path of cause and effect was different from the traditional calculation methods. In addition, Wang Zijia had been prepared for it and closed it at the first touch, so no strong countermeasures were triggered.

But even so, when his perception was withdrawn, he was also slightly polluted due to the entanglement of the induction.

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

What a cheat!

"Value +78!"

While Wang Zijia was thinking, he exchanged the infection and continued to investigate other pitfalls.

A living demon, a strange death, an extremely filthy altar that can make people fall instantly. If you just stupidly dive into it without any means, you won't be able to see the real person, and your path will be ruined.

That's all. The biggest pitfall that impressed Wang Zijia deeply was that in an ordinary altar, there was another information medium for everyone, and it was also passed on!

If you dive in headfirst, if nothing unexpected happens, the fortune-telling target will be grafted onto another big boss, and maybe you will end up with the Yuanshen or the Tribulation-Transcending Demon.

It’s better to tell the other party in the most obvious way that I’m guessing what you’re doing!

Then he was slapped to death with a backhand slap!

"This guy..." Wang Zijia was speechless as he continued to calculate.

No wonder the higher the level, the higher the charge for practicing Qi Gua.

If there are big pits and small pits all over the place, it seems that the reason for Xiu's short life cannot be entirely blamed on the price paid for revealing too many secrets?

Picture after picture kept flashing in my mind, and after quickly checking it out, I decided how to cut off its escape route.

After a long time, a scene suddenly froze and became extremely clear in Wang Zijia's perception. After the threads of cause and effect penetrated the thick fog, there were more than a dozen more that locked onto the opponent.

"I've got you, you rat!"

At this moment, Wang Zijia's eyes suddenly brightened, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

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At the junction of Qinghe Prefecture and Guangping Prefecture, Wenshanfang City is the most famous of the three surrounding prefectures.

It is now mid-afternoon, almost evening time.

In the largest street stall square market in Fang City, people were coming and going, shouting and bargaining one after another, and it was a lively atmosphere.

"How do you sell these talismans?" A young man with a childish look on his face, who looked to be in his teens, stopped in front of a stall.

The stall owner is an old man who is about to die, but his bright eyes mean that he is probably still some distance away from death.

Seeing the business coming, he showed a warm smile and said: "Fellow Taoist, you are really bright. Even though this magic talisman is only a second-grade one, it was made by a famous master!"

The young man was instantly attracted and asked seriously: "Oh, I wonder which master produced it?"

Before the old man could continue to speak, several people at the stall next to him began to laugh and said: "Haha, Old Man Zhong, you want to deceive others again!"
To be continued...