One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 188 187: Astrology Has No Blessings

The jade sycamore branch fell down and instantly grew into a big tree. It was leafless and bare, but the clear light emanating from it immediately stopped when it encountered the green light when the yellow dust came.

Then he grabbed a handful of seeds from his treasure bag and scattered them on the ground.

These are the precious seeds he has collected and cultivated over the years.

Among these seeds, there are seeds that can dispel disasters, avoid calamities, ward off evil spirits, devour spirits, and calm the winds... He didn't care and scattered them all.

The seeds were scattered and fell on the ground. In the blink of an eye, a forest had grown. Some were big trees, some were vines, and some were low shrubs or grass. In a short period of time, the alley was green.

His sandy yellow soil was blocked by these strange-looking trees.

In terms of the five elements, wood overcomes earth.

The trees take root here, forming a field, which is a rapidly generated dojo.

He actually used the magic weapon and that handful of seeds to set up a temple in this magic circle.

I saw his hands waving and rays of green light coming out. The sparse grass on the ground withered and grew rapidly. Between withering and growing, grass seeds fell to the ground and grew rapidly again. Soon, the ground was covered with lush green.

The top was covered by leaves, and on the branch of the jade phoenix tree was wrapped a vine with layers of flowers on it.

This is the Soul-Eating Vine. The most terrifying thing about it is its flowers, which can devour people's souls.

This alley was emitting a green light, which kept all the yellow dust outside and allowed the people inside to breathe. The grass on the ground continued to grow outwards, but once it left the range of the green light of the jade sycamore branches, the grass would quickly wither and die.

Gan Jingchen said such tough words, but he did not have much confidence in his heart. This was because he was unfamiliar with the formation. At the same time, he also felt the power and mystery of the formation from the overwhelming yellow dust.

What's more, Ximending just entered the room and died so quietly, which caused a certain shock to people's hearts.

The wind grew stronger and stronger, and the yellow dust became thicker and thicker, still falling on the leaves of the forest.

The clear light rising from the branches of the jade phoenix tree gradually dimmed.

Gan Jingchen's heart sank.

He said loudly: "I am the captain of the imperial court's Pacification Division. If you kill me, you will have no place to stand in the Great Zhou. If you let me go today, I can pretend that nothing happened."

However, the only answers he got were the sound of the wind and the falling earth.

He sat cross-legged under the tree, chanting magic spells. The tree and its magic weapon, the Jade Wutong Branch, responded to his magic spells, emitting green light again and again, beating like a human heart, but the power gradually slowed down.

His magic power gradually weakened. He saw the leaves and grass around him covered with a layer of dust, and he almost despaired.

He stood up and shouted and cursed very harshly, and finally knelt down and begged, saying that he still wanted to revitalize the sect, that he still had disciples to teach, and that his heritage had not yet been passed on.

But the only responses he got were the cold wind and yellow dust. He slowly stiffened in the yellow dust, and his entire face was covered with the dust.

In his eyes, nose, ears, hair, clothes, when he opened his mouth, he felt like he couldn't breathe, his voice couldn't come out, and he felt his throat numb.

Skin, hands and feet, internal organs, and finally, darkness came over his consciousness, as if it was night.

"boom!"

He fell down, his body torn into pieces, like a clay doll wearing clothes. His head cracked and rolled to the side. The skull broke apart so easily, and the brain veins inside were still clear, but like mud.

The yellow dust slowly dissipated, and three people walked over from one end of the alley.

A man holding a lamp walked in front, and two women walked on both sides.

The woman on the left holds a sword, and the woman on the right holds a yellow flag.

"This guy is still very powerful." Huang Miaohua said, with a sigh in his voice. A moment ago, he came with two people with fierce momentum, but at this moment, he had died in this yellow dust formation. And before he died, his dignity was completely lost.

Chun Yuyan next to him said, "I hope it won't be like this when we die."

"Sister, what are you talking about? We want to be immortal. At least we want to become Nascent Soul ancestors." Huang Miaohua said.

Chun Yuyan said, "In the world of cultivation, you never know which will come first, an accident or tomorrow. Before this, we never thought that we would encounter something like this. Grandpa Che originally had a few more years to live, but today he encountered these people and had to use the Yellow Dragon Flag, consuming his essence. I'm afraid he has reached the end of his life."

Zhao Fuyun looked up at the sky and saw that the yellow dust was already dissipating.

He was also surprised. When he entered the town, he only felt that the town was peaceful and did not realize that the town was a huge magic circle.

And the people in this town are not alive.

He tried to recall whether he had seen any living people since he came in here, but he couldn't remember it all of a sudden. It seemed like he had, but it also seemed like he didn't see anything.

"You come here every year. Don't you know that there are no living people in this town anymore?" Zhao Fuyun suddenly turned around and asked.

"When we came here as children, the town was still very lively." Huang Miaohua recalled. After she recalled, she found that she was not sure whether the people she met at that time were all alive.

"When we lived here as children, those people were alive." Chun Yuyan said with certainty: "However, as far as I know, those young people are moving out, but when they get old, they will come back here, which is called returning to one's roots."

The three of them collected Ximending and Gan Jingchen's swords, treasure bags and magic weapons, and returned to where Che Chixing was. Che Chixing was lying there, as if he had no breath.

"Grandpa Che, Grandpa Che..." Chunyu Yan and Huang Miaohua ran over.

As they got closer, Che Chixing opened his eyes again and said, "I was wondering, I still have a few years left to live, but why do I always feel like I'm going to die? It turns out that a calamity has befallen me."

There was no fear of death in his tone.

"Grandpa Che, I told you, this Zhao Fuyun will bring disaster." Huang Miaohua said.

Zhao Fuyun did not say anything, but just stood there looking at the old man whose energy and blood were greatly weakened. He could feel that the magic power in his body was dissipating and dissipating into the void, like a furnace of charcoal fire, the smoke from the charcoal fire was dissipating from the furnace, and the charcoal in it was cooling down.

There's no way to save the situation. This is the word that Zhao Fuyun thought of.

"Do you know why there is a Dragon Flag Town here?" Che Chixing suddenly asked.

Of course the three of them didn't know. Che Chixing sighed and said, "Because there is a yellow dragon spirit vein here, our Astrology Sect wants to refine it into the dragon flag. However, when the yellow dragon flag is about to be completed, the Astrology Sect is almost destroyed. How sad! Is it because our Astrology Sect is too unlucky to enjoy this precious flag?"

"Even though our master had predicted good fortunes, there were always inexplicable disasters that caused our astrology sect to suffer several disasters and lose talented people. How unfair is heaven? Our astrology sect has never done anything against heaven and earth, so why did it let us be exterminated and destroyed!"

(End of this chapter)