I’m Being Held Captive by Demons Chapter 347: Fortune teller

Zhou Kingdom?

After getting involved with this ominous country, a terrible conjecture spread among the demons of Zifu.

A possibility like that, even the Demon Immortal of the Zifu would feel horrified.

But even so, no demon immortal from the Purple House dared to enter the Zhou Kingdom to investigate.

The demon immortals of the Zifu dare not enter the Zhou Kingdom, but the demons below the Zifu may not be able to find out anything when they enter, and there is no need to specially send the demons of the disgusting realm in.

After all, in the capital of Zhou Kingdom, there were originally three mountains and five lakes of demons who were ordered to station and watch the situation. Almost all the loathsome old demons in the capital come from three mountains and five lakes, as well as various cave dwellings large and small.

Yunmengze released a blue bird to inquire about the situation in Zhou Guojingcheng.

However, I learned that in the capital of the Zhou Kingdom, everything is business as usual, and no disasters have occurred.

In other words, the owner of the bloodbath is not the one below the capital of the Zhou Kingdom, but has another origin...

This discovery seems to be even more intimidating.

The demons who couldn't find Kong Ning's whereabouts had no choice but to change the direction of the investigation.

Since the Supreme Being cannot be found, maybe you can try to find Mu Xueyi?

The demon immortal of the Zifu that should have died, has actually reappeared in the world, surprising all the demons.

In the end, Nangong Yimeng personally went to Tianshan to ask for a fortune-teller.

In the cold and windy Tianshan snowfields, there is a mysterious wonderland. Although it is surrounded by snowfields, the four seasons are like spring, the grass is fragrant, and the flowers are blooming.

The water of the spiritual spring flows, and the fairy family and beasts play, it is a real fairyland on earth,

This fairyland looks out of place in the entire Tianshan Mountains where the demonic energy is fierce and the demonic energy is surging into the sky.

With Venerable Chiyu, Nangong Yimeng stepped into this fairyland.

At the moment of stepping foot, the rich immortal aura in the air made Venerable Chiyu, who cultivated the magic way, uncomfortable for a while.

"Lord, this fortune teller..."

"Both righteous and evil," Nangong Yimeng said few and indifferent words, and he blocked Venerable Chiyu's mouth with a casual sentence.

Seeing this, Venerable Chiyu did not dare to say any more.

Although it is a purple mansion, it is enough to overwhelm one side from the outside. However, in front of Nangong Yimeng, he was nothing more than a big one.

Don't dare to talk at all.

As for the fortune-teller, Venerable Akabane has also heard of it.

It is a mysterious Taoism passed down from ancient times. Only one person is accepted for each generation, and each person can only live for nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine years. When the time limit is up, they will sit and die, disappear into ashes, and leave no trace in the world.

And the fortune-teller's divination technique is said to be unparalleled in the world, and no one can match the two.

Can know the past, calculate the future, avoid all kinds of disasters, and no one can kill him until the end of his lifespan.

Even the catastrophe of heaven and earth that happened not long ago, and the great disaster that affected the whole world, could not affect the fortune-teller.

It's terrifying.

Even with the identity of Nangong Yimeng, you need to visit the door in person before you can ask a fortune-teller to do it.

His Holiness Chi Feather did not dare to be presumptuous when he saw the solemn attitude of the Lord.

Soon, they passed through the beautiful wonderland and landed in front of a waterfall deep in the wonderland.

The waterfall, about 100 meters high, rushes in turbulent rivers, bursting in the air, making a harsh sound.

Under the waterfall, there is an old half-dead pine tree.

The pine tree, rickety and almost lying on the ground, was covered with strange cracks and dry marks, as if it was dying.

The branches and leaves on the trunk are also half yellow and half green, and will wither at any time.

And under the tree, there is a figure sitting.

Nangong Yimeng descended with Venerable Chi Feather, the figure smiled and opened his mouth.

"When the Demon Lord comes to Lingyuan Illusory Realm, there must be a big event. I don't know what a big event it is. Can the labor Demon Lord come in person?"

Venerable Akabane watched the fortune-teller in front of him, peeping at his state.

It is an old man with an old face and a kind smile.

If he was still in the human kingdom, if the venerable Akabane bumped into him, he would only be an ordinary mortal.

Nangong Yimeng bowed his hands slightly, and said indifferently: "A strange thing happened recently, please help me to predict a person."

Nangong Yimeng did not approach the tree, let alone the old man under the tree, but stood far away.

The old man under the tree laughed and said without saying much, "Please tell me the real name of that person."

The weight of the presence of the Lord of Yunmengze, even if it is the legendary mysterious fortune-teller, it is impossible to refuse.

Nangong Yimeng said in a cold tone: "The blood demon of the East China Sea is covered in blood!"

The old man under the tree was slightly startled and smiled in surprise: "Is the devil serious? Hasn't this person been dead for many years?"

He said, placing his hands on the stone plate in front of him.

A pale golden yellow light appeared on the stone plate.

The old man smiled and said, "Are you sure the Demon Lord is the fortune-teller Mu Xueyi?"

Nangong Yimeng nodded.

So the old man stopped speaking, put his hands on the stone plate, and began to turn the strange stone plate.

I saw the yellow light shining, and the characters on the stone plate kept beating, I don't know what they were forming.

The elderly fortune-teller casually asked Nangong Yimeng why he wanted to fortune Mu Xueyi.

And this is no secret. Under Nangong Yimeng's instructing, Venerable Chiyu explained what happened in Vast Sea City in general.

With a smile on his face, the old man quietly listened to the remarks of His Excellency Akabane.

Soon, the results of the divination came out.

At that moment, the fortune-teller's face was as usual, but he only took a deep look at Venerable Akabane~IndoMTL.com~ This made Venerable Akabane, who was watching from a distance, suddenly feel a sudden-Is something wrong?

Nangong Yimeng asked directly, "What was the result?"

Under the old tree, the aged fortune-teller said: "Master Hui, the results of the fortune-telling have come out, and there is not much entanglement of cause and effect. The hexagram shows that Mu Xueyi is dead, and has been dead for hundreds of years... …”

Such a result made Nangong Yimeng frown slightly: "Then the Mu Xueyi in Hanhai City is fake?"

He looked at Venerable Akabane.

Venerable Chiyu said quickly: "I'm sure that it is Mu Xueyi! Cultivation can be disguised, breath can be faked, but the supernatural power is unique! Mu Xueyi in Hanhai City has indeed used the supernatural power that only Mu Xueyi can do. !”

Nangong Yimeng was silent for a while, then looked at the fortune teller and said, "In that case, please ask the fortune teller to predict this person."

Under the tree, the old man was silent for a moment, nodded and said, "Please wait for the devil, but if this person is really as terrible as the devil said, I am afraid that he will not be able to calculate his roots in a short time..."

Nangong Yimeng said: "It's okay, please ask the fortune teller to open the divination."

Completely, no matter how long you wait, you still need a result gesture.

The fortune teller nodded yes, his hands fell on the stone plate again, and began to calculate.

As the golden light shone, the characters on the stone plate began to shake violently.

The magnitude of the shaking was so extreme that it was almost dazzling and riotous.

And getting faster.

Finally...

Bang!

With a crisp sound, the stone plate in the fortuneteller's hand exploded.

The fortune-teller under the old tree, with a slightly dull face, looked at Nangong Yimeng subconsciously.

Nangong Yimeng's expression became rare and solemn.

The stone plate is shattered, and the secret is hard to escape... Could the origin of Kong Ning be even bigger than it!