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Chapter 50
The person in front of him was called a black devil, and the endless dark darkness rolled in his pupils: "Zaohai Mingdu Eighteen Prisons listen to the edict."

"Turn on the Moluo Heavenly King, find out Zhang Heng's origin, and those who win his position will be slaughtered."

"Respect." The rest of the people present bent over at the same time.

On this day, the beast-swallowing crocodile opened its mouth, and countless magic kites, the size of goshawks, rushed out of the [-]th floor of hell and rushed to all parts of Xuantian Continent.

Zhang Heng traveled through the barren forest, and Yang Jian, who did not open his third eye, was indeed soulless.

These days, he ran through the depths of the wilderness, but he couldn't even find the shadow of the dark and immeasurable Tianzun, which made him extremely depressed.

You must know that the dark side of the Immeasurable Heavenly Venerate, but the dark side formed from the dark side of the Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable in the ancient times, can be described as a great disaster.

If you give him enough time, God knows how terrifying he will become.

If one day, I managed to catch up with the opponent, only to find that the Diablo Immortal Heavenly Venerate had recovered to the Heavenly Venerable Realm, then wouldn't I give up.

Now Zhang Heng seems to have only two kinds. The first is to say that the opponent has not recovered his strength and destroy the Infinite Heavenly Venerate. The second time is to take the opportunity to obtain various treasures and accumulate a large number of fortune points. No more worries.

In the evening, an ancient city appeared in front of Zhang Heng. After several months, this was the only city he saw in the wilderness.

Lifting his footsteps lightly, Zhang Heng dodged directly towards the gate of the city.

When approaching the gate of the city, Zhang Heng discovered that the city was very wide and there were a lot of pedestrians entering and leaving, but there were no soldiers guarding the city to check.

These are different from ordinary people, there are almost no elderly people, many of them are covered with animal skins, with different auras rolling around them, unusually fierce and evil.

They carried the corpses of all kinds of monsters and precious spiritual materials on their backs. This person was left in the wilderness. He did not know what kind of inheritance he had obtained, and his strength was extraordinary.

Zhang Heng caught a glimpse of a man covered in essence and blood, carrying a three-headed wolf on his back. It was a terrifying monster in the wilderness. He was not weak in strength, and his adult body strength was close to Xuantian Realm.

And among them, there are even young people from countless sects, looking at the whole city
Zhang Heng saw the big characters on the city: "Black Water City."

The mottled city walls are like black ink, with mysterious spiritual power evaporating out, located in the space, it is unusually dreadful.

Zhang Heng could feel that if this terrifying spiritual power was fully activated, he might easily lose a strong man in the Vault of Heaven Realm.

He was puzzled physically and mentally, this city could be located in a dangerous wilderness, it must be extremely mysterious, but he didn't care, he had already entered the city.

Suddenly, a surge of breath swept upwards, and there seemed to be some kind of stone on both sides of Moshi Street.

Zhang Heng was curious, so he decided to find out the situation in the city, and went to the market first.

There are people coming and going in the market, and the hawking is endless. If Zhang Heng is in the mysterious time and space, he seems to be back in modern times.

"Donor, please stay!"

Zhang Heng searched for his reputation, and there was an old man with a childlike face wearing an unknown Taoist robe by the street. He looked very popular, and beside him hung a canvas: "Ding Ri Yue, An Qian Kun", with six large characters on top.

"Old Shuanzi who is a fortune teller," Zhang Heng wondered, "Your Excellency, you called me?
The old man showed an unpredictable smile: "You are called the benefactor, I will find out that you are full of hostility, and I am afraid that disaster will come to you soon."

"Oh..." Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows, his face was a little weird, and the magic stick in front of him actually fooled himself.

He remained calm, and the dark spirit poured into his eyes. There seemed to be a mysterious power in the old man's body, which circulated around the sky.

"There are some skills?"

Zhang Heng murmured, but his face remained unchanged: "I don't know where the catastrophe came from when you saw me?"

The old Taoist laughed again and said, "If I speak rashly, you won't believe me, let me check your palm first.
Calculate where you come from and when you want to do it, if you are right, I will eliminate the disaster at Your Excellency Wei, how about it?"

Zhang Henghui's eyes were like torches, and he clearly sensed the sly light in the old Taoist eyes.

He is an experienced Taoist cultivator who has the method of derivation, so he probably fools many people on weekdays.

Zhang Heng knew that the other party was casting a net to deceive people, and he had a better way to deal with it: "Immortal Elder, can you be considered a relative?"

The old man's beard looked unfathomable: "If there is a name and character, it can be counted."

Zhang Heng had an idea, and his smile deepened: "Haha, of course there are. My uncle has been separated from me since he was a child, but he doesn't know where he is now. Please first calculate where he is for me."

In response to Zhang Heng's words, the old man emphasized: "It's rare for you to be filial. Please report my name and horoscope."

Zhang Heng hurriedly said: "Uncle Zhang Bairen, his birthday is the ninth day of the first lunar month. I wonder how it can be counted?"

"No birth date?" The old man frowned.

Zhang Heng shook his head: "My uncle is ridiculously old, I don't know when he was born."

The old man rolled his eyes when he heard this, and his face changed a little strangely: "In this case, I may only be able to make a rough estimate. Your Excellency, please wait a moment."

Zhang Heng made a gesture of OK, but saw the old man in front of him, took a piece of white paper to write down the information he said, and then put a few copper coins on the turtle shell, Zhang Heng looked a little surprised.

The uncle he was talking about was Yang Jian's uncle, the Jade Emperor of the Great Desolate Heavenly Court, Zhang Bairen was said to be the Jade Emperor's name.

The Jade Emperor is in charge of the heavens, the ruler of the three realms, supreme, with incarnations all over the universe, Zhang Bairen is just a reincarnation of his soul, Zhang Heng really wants to know what the old man will figure out.

The old man shook the turtle shell lightly, and suddenly a crisp voice sounded in Zhang Heng's ear: "Master, you're fooling people again."

The sound was as crisp as a bell, and Zhang Heng saw a little girl standing beside the booth alive and kicking.

The old man stopped and glared at the other party: "Your Excellency, Ying'er is young, don't take Tong's words seriously, I will continue to divination for Your Excellency."

Zhang Heng chuckled: "It doesn't matter, the fairy will continue."

The old man quickly picked up the tortoise shell and continued to shake it. At the same time, he chanted a mantra, and Zhang Heng's eyes danced with aura. Obviously, the tortoise shell is a treasure for divination.

However, when the girl named Ying'er caught a glimpse of the name and characters on the table, she was frightened and her face changed drastically.

"Master can't."

"Da da da!"

However, it was too late, the copper coin inside the turtle shell had already fallen on the table.

The old man glanced at the girl, and subconsciously looked at the copper coins on the table. He was startled and groaned suddenly. There seemed to be a terrifying and treacherous force in the heavens and myriad worlds, and his three souls and seven souls were suddenly shocked and almost shattered. .

"puff!"

The old man spit out vermilion, his face was as pale as a sheet of paper, the real person in the hexagram was terrifying beyond imagination.

Fortunately, he didn't get the tip of the iceberg, and at this time his seven orifices began to ooze blood, and his vitality seemed to be draining.

Click, the tortoise shells and copper coins on the table turned into brilliance and drifted away with the wind.

"Master!" Ying'er cried out in shock, and hurried over to help her.

(End of this chapter)