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Chapter 144 Innate Divination Arithmetic

Chapter 144 Innate Divination Arithmetic

Magic Flame Gate.

Flint Island.

Wei Sengsheng's Dongfu.

Five oil lamps are placed in the courtyard of the Dongfu.

One of the oil lamps was visibly dim.

The management of the Soul Lamp by the Demon Flame Sect is different from most sects of cultivating immortals.

The Demon Flame Sect relies on the Burning Furnace to maintain the existence of the entire sect.

The Demon Flame Sect pays attention to the inheritance of master and apprentice, and the collective consciousness of the sect is relatively weak.

Therefore, there is no centralized soul lamp hall in the magic flame gate.

The disciple's soul lamp is generally managed by the master.

One of the etiquettes for disciples of the Demon Flame Sect is to light the soul lamp in front of the master.

This not only means entrusting oneself to the master, but also means that the master is responsible for the life and death of the apprentice.

Therefore, if something happens to a disciple, the general master is responsible for solving it. If the master is not sure, he will ask his master Jindan Zhenren to help.

A disciple of the Qi refining period in a red robe accidentally discovered the strange strength of the soul lamp when passing by the small courtyard, so he hurried to the room where the master retreated.

"Master! Junior Sister Xie's soul lamp is different." A disciple reported loudly.

Wei Sengsheng stopped practicing, came to the small courtyard, looked at the 5 soul lamps placed in the small courtyard, frowned and asked, "Did Hua'er say where she is going recently?"

"Junior Sister has recently entered and left the Spirit Beast Pavilion. It should be to learn the art of controlling beasts. However, Junior Sister goes out every morning and returns to the cave at night. It has been several days since Junior Sister came back."

Wei Sengsheng picked up the soul lamp and observed carefully.

The three words Xie Yuhua are engraved on the antique bronze soul lamp.

There is plenty of corpse oil in the soul lamp, but the wick is dim. It must be because of a great danger, and nine out of ten are trapped in the restriction.

"Go out for the teacher." Wei Sengsheng took the soul lamp and left.

On the edge of the southeast corner of the island, there is a huge turtle shell near the beach.

This is the remains of a turtle demon.

The turtle-backed old man of the Demon Flame Sect lives here.

Wei Sengsheng pays respects loudly.

"You are welcome, Daoist Wei, come in." An old voice came from Gui Ke Juli.

Wei Sengsheng entered the Turtle Shell Residence with a soul lamp in his hand.

Turtle Curie is very simple.

The ground is natural sand.

The room of tens of square meters was filled with cracked turtle shells.

A skinny old man with white body was sitting on a round tortoise shell, playing with the broken tortoise shell in his hand.

Wei Sengsheng: "Master Turtle...I want to find out where the disciple is currently in prison?"

The old man put the tortoise shell aside, and stood up expressionlessly.

"Put the soul lamp on it."

"Thank you, Master."

Wei Sengsheng put the soul lamp in his hand on the tortoise shell where the turtle-backed old man was just sitting on.

The tortoise shell was born with gossip patterns, after the soul lamp was put on it.

The gossip pattern flickered twice.

"Pick up the soul lamp." The turtle-backed old man said with a glance.

Wei Sengsheng followed his advice.

"Is there a result?"

"In Fire Dragon Island."

Using the soul lamp to calculate where the trapped people are is just a child's science, even a formation mage can do it, and asking him to take action is just an overkill.

"May I ask the master who made the move to make things difficult for the young disciple? And why did he want to arrest my disciple?"

The turtle-backed old man immediately said with a look of embarrassment: "Wei Daoyou...what you are asking is a secret."

Wei Sengsheng flipped his hands and took out three middle-grade spirit stones.

"You Daoist Wei, you're being polite." The turtle-backed old man stood up with a smile on his face, and took the middle-grade spirit stone with both hands.

"Don't be lazy in there, get up and work." The turtle-backed old man kicked the turtle shell.

The tortoise shell spun around in place several times, and then a big head came out of it. The tortoise was holding the big head, staring at the two of them with round eyes.

This turtle is actually alive...

Wei Sengsheng: "What kind of turtle is this?"

"Tianji is a turtle." The turtle-backed old man shook his head and said.

"This...is at least a second-order spirit beast?" Wei Sengsheng's eyes flashed a hint of greed.

Turtle-backed old man: "Hey... the old man advises you not to think too much. In the old man's hands, this tortoise is a tortoise of heaven and earth. If it falls into the hands of others, it will be a big lazy turtle that eats and sleeps."

The turtle-backed old man put the soul lamp in front of the turtle and asked, "Who took this person?"

Heavenly Secret Magic Turtle: "..."

The turtle-backed old man spilled three copper coins.

The copper coin bounced back and forth on the back of the turtle shell, and finally settled.

The turtle-backed old man combined the tortoise shell and the copper coins and said: "Xuanyue Dongsheng."

Wei Sengsheng: "What does this mean?"

"Maybe it's a name."

"What is maybe?"

"The technique of big eye extension is fifty, nine out of forty are used, and one of them is escaped, so it is absolutely impossible for the technique of easy calculation and divination to succeed."

"Okay...Even if Xuan Yue Dongsheng is a person's name, why did he want to capture my disciple?"

The turtle-backed old man asked again about the magic turtle.

That day, the magical fortune-telling turtle had big eyes and a naive demeanor, and Wei Sengsheng looked like a mentally retarded turtle no matter how he looked at it.

After asking, the turtle-backed old man threw out copper coins again.

Turtle-backed old man: "Revenge."

The corner of Wei Sengsheng's mouth twitched, he really wanted to say two words.

fart!

But these two words were still swallowed by him.

After all, this turtle-backed old man is the elder Ke Qing of Demon Flame Sect. His skill of innate divination is unparalleled and almost lost in the whole world of immortal cultivation. Be polite and never offend easily.

Wei Sengsheng: "Master Turtle... To be honest, my disciple has never left Flint Island since he practiced, and he has never made enemies with anyone on Flint Island. How could anyone seek revenge on her?"

Turtle-backed old man: "It is indeed shown in the hexagram."

Wei Sengsheng: "Alright then...Master Turtle, may I ask one last question."

"Friend Daoist Wei... but it's okay to talk"

"Then how is Xuan Yue Dongsheng's cultivation?"

The turtle-backed old man asked the turtle again solemnly.

The famous Tianji Magical Turtle is still staring at the turtle-backed old man like a mentally handicapped baby.

A clatter.

The turtle-backed old man threw out copper coins again.

"Qi Refining Level 6." The turtle-backed old man stroked his beard and said.

Wei Sengsheng: "Really!?"

Turtle-backed old man: "Ninety percent of the time."

"What about [-]%?"

"Up to nine levels of Qi refining, in short, it is absolutely impossible to build a foundation."

"Xie Yuhua can't even defeat a casual cultivator on the 6th floor of Qi Refining. She is really a waste! In vain, I even found someone to refine a magic weapon for her!" Wei Sengsheng was furious and left in anger.

Fire Dragon Island.

The basement of the Fortune Chamber of Commerce.

Originally flat chested, Xie Yuhua has a pair of proud peaks.

Although so proud, it is enough to make all living beings ashamed.

Today's Xie Yuhua's skin is as pale as snow, with blue veins under her skin, and her body is getting stiffer and stiffer, she can feel that she is turning into a zombie...

The heart stopped beating, the blood stopped flowing, only the corpse poison slowly spread in her body, swallowing her living perception, her physical body became very strange...

Stiff, cold, numb...

"My master... my master will come to save me, he will burn you into ashes with the Shura demon fire, you will die!" Xie Yuhua kept cursing...

Hou Dongsheng turned a deaf ear to it, holding a medical book in his hand, and inserted silver needles into her large acupoints.

When Hou Dongsheng was a corpse, it was a doctor Zhao Enyuan who used silver needles and medicine to turn it into a living corpse.

Hou Dongsheng did the same thing, using Xie Yuhua as an experiment...

So two months have passed...

The rescue that Xie Yuhua was looking forward to has not yet arrived.

She is completely desperate.

(End of this chapter)

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