The demon fairy starts from the six-winged centipede

Chapter 202: Immortals Point the Way, Six Hexagrams Are All Ominous (asking for monthly tickets)
There is a big city in southern Xinjiang leading to the heart of the Central Plains, which is bustling and prosperous.

Deep in the Ten Thousand Mountains is the territory of the Witch Clan and the ancient alien species, but on the outskirts, it is also a place with rich resources and produces all kinds of precious medicinal materials.

This big city is only seventy or eighty miles away from Fenxiang Valley. It gathers a large number of medicinal material merchants from the Central Plains, and is bustling with the atmosphere of worldly life.

Early in the morning on the side of the street, an old man and a little girl set up a fortune-telling stall.

The old man had white hair and a thin face, and looked somewhat like an immortal.

The little girl was about eight or nine years old. She had two pigtails and looked innocent and cute. She was holding a string of candied haws in her hand.

Next to it, there was a bamboo pole with a piece of white cloth hanging on it, with four words written on it: Immortal Pointing the Way.

In front of the fortune-telling stall, a graceful old lady, guarded by a guard, was telling fortunes.

"Master, I want to calculate the fortune of my son, who is a disciple of Fenxiang Valley."

"Yesterday was my 60th birthday. My son has always been filial and would come back for my birthday party every year, but he was nowhere to be seen yesterday. Not even a word came from him."

"I have been thinking about this all night, and the more I think about it, the more anxious I feel. I hope the master can help me solve this puzzle."

As the old woman spoke, she took out hundreds of taels of silver and threw them all in front of the old man.

"Hehe, no problem, no problem. I'm known as a fairy who can show you the way, and I'll definitely teach you to your heart's content."

When the old man saw the silver, his eyes lit up.

He quickly put the silver in his arms, looked around vigilantly, and when he saw that no one was paying attention, he raised his eyes to look at the old woman.

"what?"

However, just this one glance made the old man frown.

"Dark clouds are covering your head, and your children's palace is dark. This is a sign that you will lose a child in your old age."

As the old man spoke, he suddenly remembered what the old woman had said before, and hurriedly asked, "You said your son is a disciple of Fenxiang Valley? A cultivator?"

The old woman was already frightened by what had just been said, and her lips turned pale.

When he heard the old man's question, he thought he had seen it wrong, and hurriedly said, "No, that's right, my son is a disciple of Fenxiang Valley, worshipped under the name of Elder Lu Shun, and it's just a common thing for him to go in and out of Qingming."

"Monk? That shouldn't be the case?"

The old man frowned and looked at the old woman carefully. "My physiognomy cannot be wrong. Your children's palace is indeed dark, which is a sign of losing a child."

The old woman trembled as she spoke: "Master, please tell me the fortune, tell me the fortune."

After accepting the silver the old woman handed over again, the old man stroked his beard pretentiously and said, "Then I will tell you a fortune."

Jingle bells
The tortoise shell copper coins collided with each other, making a crisp sound.

After a moment, the old man interpreted the hexagram and said solemnly, "Physiognomy and hexagram both indicate that the person you want to calculate is already dead."

"impossible!"

The old woman slumped down on the ground. "My son is a cultivator. He usually guards the gate of Fenxiang Valley. How could he die? It's impossible. I'll give you all the silver and you can calculate it."

Another hundred taels of silver were received, and the old man's arms were bulging.

For the sake of money, the old man said, "Don't panic. I'll calculate for you what happened to your son."

The old man told the fortune for the second time.

This time, he was not calculating the woman’s son, but whether something big was going to happen in Fenxiang Valley.

Jingle bells
As the divination was over, the old man took a closer look and his heart skipped a beat.

"The marsh is devoid of water, a sign of great misfortune?"

The old man cried out in surprise, and pulled out a few hairs with the hand that was stroking his beard.

Seeing this, the little girl next to him also came over and said, "Grandpa, you haven't told me this fortune for a long time."

"Xiao Huan, be good and go eat some candied haws."

The old man frowned, coaxed the little girl, and then told the fortune for the third time.

However, the third time, the hexagram was exactly the same.

The old man didn't believe it, so he changed the question and continued to tell fortunes.

This time, he calculated the fate of the gate in Fenxiang Valley.

Fenxiang Valley is a major sect for spiritual practice. He didn't dare to calculate the fate of the sect, but opening a large gate should be no problem.

Soon, the third hexagram was still very bad.

The old man looked at the lifeless hexagram, his eyelids twitching. "That's impossible. Let me calculate the ancient red maple tree and the black fire altar."

The fourth and fifth times are both very bad omen.

The more the old man calculated, the paler his face became.

It's not backlash, it's fear.

He trembled and said, "Mysterious Fire Altar, that is the forbidden area of ​​Fenxiang Valley. Even it has been cut off from fate and is no longer under the control of Fenxiang Valley. There is only one possibility."

"The Incense Valley is destroyed!"

The old man came to a conclusion that horrified him.

Suddenly, he remembered the strong fire element fluctuations he sensed two days ago.

He originally thought that it was the high-level people in Fenxiang Valley who were practicing alchemy, but now it seems that there might have been a great battle at that time.

"Fenxiang Valley, that is one of the three major sects of the righteous path. It is impossible. This time, I will directly calculate the fate of Fenxiang Valley. If there is a backlash, it will be interrupted immediately."

His expression was extremely solemn, and he began the sixth measurement carefully.

However, it is still a very bad omen, and there is no backlash at all.

The old man's face turned pale, and he looked even worse than the old woman who was slumped on the ground.

His whole body was trembling, his pupils shrank, his face was pale, and he looked horrified.

"How could Fenxiang Valley be destroyed? It's one of the three major sects. How could it be destroyed with the Mysterious Fire Mirror suppressing it?"

He was in a daze, and his usual sense of control and ease was gone.

The hexagram was drawn six times, and all of them were very bad.

With his achievements in divination, he was absolutely certain that Fenxiang Valley was destroyed.

"Not good. This place is only eighty miles away from Fenxiang Valley, and we haven't received any news at all."

"There is a great terror. Escape, escape quickly! Go to the territory of Qingyun Sect."

He grabbed the sign that said "The Immortal's Guide", picked up the little girl with his left hand, and threw the soil with his right hand, shouting:

"Earth Escape, get up!"

boom.
A ray of ochre-colored light shot up into the sky and flew towards the heart of the Central Plains.

At the spot, the old woman watched the old man disappear in the blink of an eye. She was so angry that she spat out a mouthful of blood and laughed crazily.

"Haha. They're dead. My son is dead. Fenxiang Valley is dead. They're all dead. Hahaha."

Huqishan, Ghost King Sect.

The leader of the sect sat on a high seat, listening to the third report from the Suzaku Saint Envoy, his brows furrowed into a shape of a "川" (river shape).

"You Ji, are you sure that the Blood Refining Hall has been destroyed? An ancient immortal god descended on the Ancient Cave of Ten Thousand Bats? Sitting on a Qilin with a divine light hanging from his head? Calling himself the Holy Land of Pingshan? And he captured all the disciples of the three major righteous sects?"

You Ji suppressed the fear in her eyes and said with a bitter smile: "Master, I secretly captured two former disciples of the Blood Refining Hall and even used soul search, and the conclusions I came to are the same."

At this time, Bi Yao, who was exhausted, stood up and said, "Daddy, what Aunt You said is true."

"The two of us were hiding in the secret passage at the time and saw with our own eyes the disciples of the three major sects being captured."

"At that time, we didn't dare to make any moves for fear of being discovered. We lay low for a few days before we dared to come back secretly."

"It's all because of that demon's strange methods. He can travel through the void and defile magic weapons. I don't think even the Tianya Sword can withstand it."

Wanrenwang frowned: "Youji, you demonstrate with illusion."

Soon, the members of the Ghost King Sect used illusion to relive the battle in which King Xian captured the disciples of the three major sects.

The corpse hole behind King Xian's head, the Chaos Demon Eye, and the ability to travel through the void made everyone look dignified.

Wanrenwang, who looked like a middle-aged scholar with an elegant appearance, asked his subordinates, "How come this method is so similar to the method of the ghost way? Mr. Ghost, what do you think?"

The ghost who was named, dressed in black and covered with a black veil, said in surprise:

“It’s not entirely true. It has some ghost-like characteristics, but it’s not entirely ghost-like.”

Just as they were about to discuss, a disciple suddenly presented them with a secret letter.

When the Holy Envoy of Azure Dragon took it and looked at it, his pupils trembled instantly and he cried out in horror.

"The Fenxiang Valley was wiped out? How is this possible?"

(End of this chapter)