Be good, call me uncle

Chapter 1352 Fortune Teller
The old man looked at Changsun Tao, with a strange look in his eyes that seemed to be able to embrace all rivers.

It's like looking at a rare treasure.

He clearly looks like a fairy, but with a hint of admiration and greed, which makes people feel uneasy.

He flicked his sleeves and stood in front of Changsun Tao with his hands behind his back, as if he would fly up on the clouds at any time: "Your Highness, even if my disciple makes any mistakes, it is a matter for the fortune teller. Why should your Highness be so aggressive? "

That's right, the person who came was the fortune teller.

The master of Sima Xuanmo and Emperor Shitian was the one who was supposed to drive westward.

Not only did he not die, but he developed an extremely terrifying ability.

Changsun Tao smiled: "Even if your ordering master has rules and his disciples have committed unforgivable sins, how can I turn a blind eye?"

The fortune teller stroked his silver beard: "Is this considered a disagreement?"

Changsun Tao said: "I have never thought of talking to you."

The fortune teller laughed a few times, and glanced at Changsun Tao, but his eyes were as gentle as his face: "Young people are very angry, and they will look down on me. In this case, I will tell you to take a good look, what? It’s called the precipitation of time.”

As soon as the words fell, without any warning, the fortune teller disappeared out of thin air.

But in an instant, someone else was standing quietly behind Chang Sun Tao, his fingers forming a strange seal, and Chang Sun Tao was unable to move.

"Young people are really arrogant, so I have no choice but to destroy the capital you are proud of and turn you into a useless person. Maybe you will become honest."

He raised his right hand gently, slowly and gently, and the palm transformed into thousands of shadows, and gently patted Chang Sun Tao's head.

"Hmph!" Changsun Tao snorted coldly. He couldn't move, but his body suddenly gained strength.

He was like a fireball about to explode. When his internal energy was overflowing, he exploded with a "boom".

The air wave bounced off the life master's palm and broke the ice silk thread controlling his body.

Without waiting for the fate master to react, he flew away like a cheetah, and then rolled on the spot. When he stood up again, the sharp sword in his hand pierced the fate master's chest.

The fortune teller did not hide or show any pain.

He smiled. Under the appearance of spiritual muscles and jade bones, there was a bottomless darkness.

Right to the extreme and evil to the extreme.

"My skills are good, but unfortunately, you can't kill me."

After the words fell, the fortune teller showed an evil smile, and the sword that was supposed to stab his body seemed to be entangled and sucked by something, and was pulled hard into his body.

Changsun Tao noticed something strange and immediately withdrew the sword in his hand.

"Zi..."

It seemed like something extremely sharp was scratching the sword.

When Changsun Tao saw this, his eyes suddenly condensed.

I saw that there was no bone, flesh or texture in the fate master's chest. Under a thin layer of skin, there were densely tangled silver threads.

Just now, it was these things that caught his sword.

After the sword was pulled out, the thread floated like water plants, like a whirlpool blown up by the wind.

However, it only left the body for a few feet before shrinking back again.

Even though he had seen Emperor Shitian's weirdness, Changsun Tao couldn't help but be slightly surprised: "What you call the accumulation of years is to abandon the human body and become this monster that cannot be tolerated in the world?"

The fortune teller smiled, and his smile was already kind: "Why am I not a human being? If you have no knowledge, don't make rash judgments. This shows that you are ignorant."

Changsun Tao was not angry, but held the sword tighter: "I really don't know much about things beyond the laws of nature and ethics."

The fortune teller stroked his beard again: "You are a poor talker."

As soon as he finished speaking, he came to Changsun Tao's side like a piece of elegant silk.

Changsun Tao swung his sword and struck down, but it seemed as if he had actually struck a piece of cloth. Not only was the cloth not injured, but the vital force was also removed.

He quickly retreated and distanced himself from the master.

But just when he changed his moves and launched another attack.

There was a sudden pain in his arm, and the dying Emperor Shitian suddenly burst out and scratched a few bloody marks with his sharp claws.

It's not that he didn't notice it, it was just because he couldn't avoid it.There seemed to be some invisible aura on the fortune teller's body, which made his movements gentle and slow, so that he received such a blow.

Changsun Tao covered his arm, but the gurgling blood from the blood marks had flowed down his arm, staining his hands with blood.

Emperor Shitian attacked again and was about to slap Changsun Tao on the head.

However, Changsun Tao was already prepared. He flicked his left arm back, and a fiery red feather shot out like a sharp arrow, hitting Emperor Shitian's heart.

Emperor Shitian screamed, fell to the ground and rolled around, and finally became silent.

When the fortune teller saw this, his originally pleasant face suddenly had cracks.

He waved his hand, and like a living tentacle, thousands of strands twisted into one force and attacked Changsun Tao.

Just when it was about to come into contact with Chang Sun Tao, the tip instantly became extremely hard, like a steel needle that was almost invisible to the naked eye.

Changsun Tao raised his sword to block it, but even the ancient divine weapon was trembling.

Seeing that the terrifying ice silk thread was about to pierce his chest, he quickly dodged it.

Due to the violent movement, a drop of blood on his hand was splashed on the rope twisted by the silk thread.

The silk rope trembled, as if it had been burned.

The master's eyes narrowed slightly and he quickly put away the silk rope.

"That's it for today, Your Highness, see you later."

After saying that, the life master turned into the elegant silk again, floated to Emperor Shitian's side, hugged Emperor Shitian, and then the two of them disappeared into the alley.

Changsun Tao couldn't help but be puzzled by the sudden withdrawal of the commanding officer.

But everything happened too fast just now, and he didn't have a panoramic view of all the scenes, but he knew that there must be a reason why the fortune teller couldn't leave in a hurry.

Finally, he looked at his bloody arm, thoughtfully.

at the same time.

Uninvited guests also came to Taishu's residence.

Compared to Emperor Shitian who was secretive, he was upright and did not cover up his deeds.

His target is also very clear, that is the dungeon where Hong Jiang and others are imprisoned.

Just when he led a group of guards near the dungeon, Xie Yun also arrived in time.

Xie Yun put his hand on the handle of the knife at his waist and stared at him warily: "Who are you?"

The man took off the hood of his cloak, revealing his face hidden under the cloak.

He has gray hair, but his face looks young.

He raised a mysterious smile: "If you beat me, I will tell you."

Xie Yun didn't hesitate and attacked with his sword.

After receiving the power of Changsun Tao, his originally ghostly and erratic skills improved to a higher level.

Next to the old man, I saw an elegant and lively voice advancing and retreating, opening and closing.

In just a few moves, the old man's shoulder had been cut by Xie Yun.

Xie Yun stood still in front of the old man, pointing the tip of the knife at him: "Who are you?"

The old man didn't care that the wound was bleeding. Instead, he smiled and praised: "Young man's good skills are really formidable."

Seeing that he was not prepared to reveal his identity, Xie Yun planned to kill him first.

But just when he was about to take action, Lu Mingyu also came.

"Grandpa...?"

Her voice was choked with disbelief and sadness.

Words don’t make words, sentences don’t make sentences.

(End of this chapter)