Volume 1 Chapter 919 Watching a Play
Chapter 919 Watching a Show
But just as he closed his eyes, his left hand was grabbed by someone. Just when he was about to open his eyes, he was lifted up by a huge force and flew rapidly in the air. Just by this flight, the fortune teller's guess that he was an extraordinary master was confirmed, and he was much more powerful than him.
The two flew very fast in the air, much faster than the fastest plane Zhang Pa had ever taken. He formed a Taoist shield in front of him to protect himself and block the biting cold wind. He didn't want to open his eyes at this time. Flying so fast, he couldn't see anything except looking at the sky.
After a quarter of an hour, the speed slowed down, and the fortune teller said: "Open your eyes." Zhang Pa opened his eyes and sighed helplessly: "Do you have to play with me like this? It took me more than ten days to fly back to Tianlei Mountain, and you brought me back again?"
There was a desert under his feet, an endless desert.
The fortune teller said: "You have a lot of time anyway, just fly slowly." He flew forward while speaking. The further Zhang Pa flew, the more familiar his surroundings seemed to him, so he blurted out, "Who are you looking for?" The fortune teller replied, "What do you think?" Zhang Pa knew he was in trouble when he heard that. It turned out that the trap that Guizu and the others had set up with great difficulty could not be concealed from anyone. He asked in a deep voice, "Why did you bring me here?"
"You are the only interesting person I know, the others are just vulgar people." After saying this, the fortune teller stopped, took Zhang Pa to the ground, then let go and sat down, saying, "Wait a minute, you can watch the show soon."
Zhang Pa sat down and asked, "Why am I interesting?" The fortune teller said, "Do you remember what I said when I read your fortune? I said that since I set up the stall, it was the first time that someone like you came to read your fortune. People like you are cultivators, high-level cultivators looking for someone to tell their fortunes. Do you think it's interesting?"
Zhang Pa pouted and said, "Just a fortune teller, what do you mean by fortune telling?"
The fortune teller was not annoyed, and smiled gently, "I am really good at fortune telling, I am the best fortune teller in the world, but I just won't read it for you."
Zhang Pa glared at him and said, "Boring." Then he asked, "Why don't you hide your identity?" The fortune teller asked back, "What identity do you want to hide?" Zhang Pa said, "Pretend to be a fortune teller to deceive people, hiding your identity as a cultivator."
"This, I have never concealed it, it's you who are short-sighted and can't see it, how can you blame me?" The fortune teller said.
Zhang Pa had many questions in his mind, but he didn't know how to ask them. For example, who was the fortune teller, why did he look for him, why did he reveal his master's identity, why did he bring him to watch the fun, etc. There were too many questions, so it was better not to ask and wait for the fortune teller to explain himself.
But the fortune teller didn't say anything at all, just sat with him and looked at the sky. Fortunately, it didn't take long before a colorful neon suddenly appeared in the distance, rising slowly from the middle of the desert and stretching into the sky. One after another, dozens of rainbows rose into the sky in a moment, turning the desert in front into the most beautiful flower basket in the world. At this time, bells and drums sounded in the sky, playing clear and melodious music. It sounded faint, but very touching.
The fortune teller nodded gently and whispered, "There are still some merits in the Longhushan Kung Fu." Then he said to Zhang Pa, "The good show is on, let's go." After speaking, he stood up and strode to the center of the rainbow flower basket.
Zhang Pa's face changed and asked, "Are you a messenger of God?" The rainbow and clear sound just now should be the signs of the sky when Meng Nu became a god. The fortune teller walked in that direction, clearly intending to kill Mengnu. In addition, he said that he wanted Zhang Pa to watch the show, but he came to the place where the mountain god and others were ambushing to wait for Mengnu to become a god. Who else could such a person be but a messenger of God?
The fortune teller kept walking and said lightly: "You are quite smart."
Zhang Pa's heart suddenly became cold as ice after getting the affirmative answer from the fortune teller. The fortune teller knew everything from the beginning, but he still had to wait for Mengnu to become a god before appearing, which showed that he was confident and confident in dealing with all this. In this case, it means that Guizu and others are going to be unlucky, and the most unlucky person will be Mengnu, who will die just after becoming a god.
Thinking of this, he stepped up his pace to catch up.
The omen of becoming a god lasts for a long time, as long as half a quarter of an hour. If you have the chance to watch it, you will find that the most beautiful fireworks in the world are not as beautiful as this rainbow, which is flashing and jumping, constantly changing colors, shooting out from Mengnu and extending to the sky.
The fortune teller came over leisurely and sighed, "Why do you need to become a god?" After he finished speaking, he stepped into the divine formation set up by Zhang Pa. White fog suddenly appeared out of thin air, covering the whole world, even Meng Nu was covered in it, as if infinite beauty was born from a thick white fog.
The fortune teller was trapped in the maze, and the four most powerful masters of the time appeared in an instant. No one knew where they were hiding. Anyway, they were nowhere to be seen in the vast desert, but they could appear at the same time in an instant. Each of them held a magic weapon and attacked the dense fog maze, and did not let Meng Nu in the formation go.
Zhang Pa stood far away to see clearly, and felt pity for Meng Nu in his heart. Not only did the divine messenger want to kill him, but even the ghost ancestor and others just used her as a temptation.
The magic weapon of the black monster was the soul-calling flag. A flag fell down like a huge mountain, and there was even more gloomy black air winding into the white fog. The magic weapon of the mountain god is a real mountain, worthy of the name of the mountain god. The three peaks like ingots stand up to the sky, but they are not big. They are dark and the size of a human head, and they smash directly into the white fog. However, the divine array has its own world. No matter how many things are thrown into it, they may not hit the fortune teller.
At this time, the second ghost ancestor activated the array formula, and there was a loud explosion. The divine array exploded, dispersing the white fog and revealing the scene in the desert. The rainbow flying in the sky disappeared with the explosion. Meng Nu stood up, holding a green hairpin and casually slashed it. A green sword shadow flashed in the air and stabbed the fortune teller.
At the same time, the evil black air emitted by the black monster's soul-calling banner entangled the fortune teller, and on the top of the fortune teller's head, the mountain god's magic weapon was pressing down.
Zhou Zheng's magic weapon was a black rope, which was tied up after it left his hand. There was also the giant banner of the second ghost ancestor following behind. The black monster's soul-calling banner was refined according to the giant banner of the second ghost ancestor. It was just that one was evil and dark, and the other was upright. One sprayed black air to catch people, and the other locked people with a magic circle.
The five masters struck with thunder, and their power was full of the universe. The strong wind blew, and the yellow sand around them filled the sky. It seemed that a giant dragon jumped up from the sand, flying with sand and stones, and the earth shook.
It was a pity that the momentum was shocking enough, but it still couldn't hurt the fortune teller. The fortune teller also had a banner, a small white linen banner with the word "Xiang" written on it. At this moment, several golden rays of light suddenly shot out, protecting the fortune teller. The huge power of other people's attacks disappeared without a trace in the golden light. Although they were powerful and fast, they were all blocked by the golden light and could no longer move forward.
Seeing the black air being melted by the golden light, the black monster shouted, and the soul-calling banner automatically became larger without wind. Dozens of dark ghosts flew out of the banner and pounced on the fortune teller. At the same time, the mountain god's hill became larger and smashed again with a force of ten thousand kilograms. There were also neat black ropes, which flashed into countless strands and tied the fortune teller tightly like a black wall.
The fortune teller sighed softly, "You still don't admit defeat?" He gently waved the white flag while speaking, and a cloud of smoke covered his whole body. It was very light and thin, as transparent as the thinnest gauze, but it could cover the fortune teller's body. Then he saw countless attacks hitting the thin cloud of smoke, and then it disappeared. This time it really disappeared, like a drop of water falling into the sea, along with several ghosts.
Mengnu had just become a master of transformation, and she was the weakest among the group of people. The fierce attack of the mountain god and the black monster just now clearly wrapped her up, and no one cared about her. She saw it clearly, but there was no way to understand it. The thin cloud of the fortune teller covered her together, and there was no way to escape. Mengnu gritted her teeth, held up the Qingfeng magic weapon in her hand and stabbed the fortune teller. The fortune teller smiled at him lightly, and slapped him lightly with his backhand. Mengnu flew out of the cloud of smoke and fell to the ground. The beautiful green hairpin also fell to the ground. The so-called magic weapon was not vulnerable in front of the fortune teller.
Meng Nu had planned a back-up plan. Her magic weapon was a green hairpin on her head, named Qingfeng. She wanted to use the magic weapon to stab directly at close range. As long as the fortune teller reacted slightly, she would let go and let the magic weapon attack on its own. She would then attack the enemy with another magical weapon. If that failed, she would temporarily avoid it and see how the others would respond.
Unfortunately, the difference in strength between the two sides was huge. The fortune teller broke her thousands of years of hard practice with just one palm, and then he never looked at her again, standing in the fog and talking to the second ghost ancestor: "You really disappoint me."
The four people on the periphery, the black monster, the mountain god and Zhou Zheng were easily resolved by the fortune teller. Only the second ghost ancestor did not make a move. His giant banner also stopped in the air and did not move. Hearing the fortune teller's words, he chuckled: "Why do you disappoint me?"
The fortune teller sighed and said, "If this is all I can do, I won't play with you anymore." Then a little golden light appeared in the thin smoke and flickered gently. It was the size of a gravel, but extremely bright. Every time it jumped, it was faintly accompanied by the aura of wind and thunder. The air around it suddenly became tight, as if the golden light was very heavy and powerful.
The mountain god recognized the golden light and shouted, "Kill." He knew that the black monster and the second ghost ancestor had not yet exerted their full strength, but at this time, there was no room for concealment. As soon as his divine thoughts came out, the stone mountain in the air really turned into a mountain, and it smashed into the sand with a hum, splashing yellow sand all over the sky again. This time, the power was much greater, and the fortune teller was smashed under the stone.
The black monster followed the mountain god's actions, opened his mouth, and sprayed out three skulls, one golden, one silver, and one black. The three skulls flew forward, and three loud noises were heard. The three skulls all pierced into the black giant mountain, but looking at the surface of the giant mountain, there was no damage or pits. The three skulls were able to penetrate the stone and bite the fortune teller.
Zhou Zheng also used all his strength. He had lived in the ghost cave for a long time and was a member of the demon sect. His skills were similar to those of the second ghost ancestor. He threw away the black rope and pulled out a long, crystal-clear thorn from his head. It looked like iron but not iron, like bone but not bone. It was hard to tell its origin. It was just like a hair, but longer and stronger.
As soon as the thorn left his body, Zhou Zheng seemed to feel much more relaxed. He gently placed the thorn in front of him and activated the magic formula in a flash. The thorn disappeared suddenly, but a silk net appeared. The net was full of spikes. After covering the boulder, it began to shrink. After a while, the silk net disappeared into the stone mountain.