I’m Being Held Captive by Demons - Chapter 350

[Chapter 347 The Diviner]

Zhou country?

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

Such a possibility, even the Zifu Demon Immortal would feel horrified.

But even so, none of the Zifu demons 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 loathing realm in.

After all, in the capital of Zhou Kingdom, there were originally three mountains and five lakes of demons who were ordered to stand guard 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 the capital of the Zhou Kingdom.

However, he learned that in the capital of Zhou Kingdom, everything is business as usual, and no disaster has happened.

In other words, the owner of the blood-stained clothes is not the one below the capital of the Zhou Kingdom, but has another origin…

This discovery seems to be more intriguing.

The demons who couldn’t find Kong Ning’s whereabouts at all had to change the direction of the investigation.

Since I can’t find the supreme existence, maybe I can try to find Mu Xueyi?

This Zifu demon immortal who should have died, 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 fairyland.

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 Lingquan flows, 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 raging 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 fairy spirit in the air made Venerable Chiyu who cultivated the magic path feel uncomfortable for a while.

“Lord, this fortune teller…”

“Both righteous and evil,” Nangong Yi Meng said indifferently and indifferently, 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 had 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.

As soon as the time limit is up, they will die and die, leaving no trace in the world.

And the fortune-teller’s fortune-telling technique is said to be unparalleled in the world and unparalleled in the two realms of righteousness.

He can know the past, calculate the future, avoid all kinds of calamities, and no one can kill him until his lifespan expires.

Even the great catastrophe that happened not long ago, the great disaster that affected the entire world, such as the calamity of the heavens and the earth, and the change of the righteous demons, could not affect the fortune-tellers.

Its terrifying degree is evident.

Even the identity of Nangong Yimeng needs to come to the door in person to invite a fortune-teller to take action.

Seeing the solemn attitude of the Lord, Venerable Chiyu did not dare to be presumptuous.

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

The waterfall, about 100 feet high, rushes in and bursts in the air, making a piercing sound.

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

The pine tree, stooping 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 was a figure sitting.

Nangong Yimeng brought Venerable Chiyu down, and the figure smiled and opened his mouth from a distance.

“When the Demon Lord comes to Lingyuan Illusion 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 observed the fortune-teller in front of him, peeping at his state.

It is an old man with an old face and a kind smile. He has a normal aura, like a mortal person, without the bearing of a cultivator.

If he is still in the human kingdom, and Venerable Akabane bumps into it,

Just be an ordinary mortal.

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

Nangong Yimeng did not approach the tree, nor did he approach the old man under the tree, but stood far away.

The old man under the tree chuckled, without saying much, and said directly: “Please tell me the real name of that person.”

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

Nangong Yimeng said in a cold tone, “Donghai Blood Demon Mu Xueyi!”

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.

Pale golden yellow light appeared on the stone plate.

The old man smiled and said, “Is the Demon Lord sure it’s a fortune-telling 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 instruction, Venerable Chiyu explained what happened in Vast Sea City in general.

With a smile on his face, the old man quietly listened to Venerable Akabane’s narration.

Soon, the results of the divination came out.

At that moment, the fortune-teller’s face was as usual, but he only gave Venerable Akabane a deep look.

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This made Venerable Akabane, who was watching from a distance, suddenly feel a sudden-Is there something wrong?

Nangong Yimeng asked directly, “What was the result?”

Under the old tree, the aged fortune-teller said: “Return to the devil, 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: “So the blood-staining clothes in Hanhai City are 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 magical powers are unique! Mu Xueyi in Vast Sea City has indeed used the magical power that only Mu Xueyi can!”

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

Under the tree, the old man was silent for a while, nodded and said, “Please wait for the devil, but if this person is really as terrible as the devil said, I’m afraid that he won’t 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.”

Even if you wait for a long time, 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 amplitude of the shaking was so extreme that it was almost dazzling and riotous.

And it’s getting faster.

at last……

boom!

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, subconsciously looked at Nangong Yimeng.

Nangong Yimeng’s face became rare and solemn.

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

[End of this Chapter]