Longevity Thunder Ancestor

Chapter 461: Fourth-level Grandmaster of Divination
The discussion between the two lasted from the afternoon until late at night.

Ning Fa then stood up and said goodbye, saying sincerely: "Thank you for your teachings today, Senior Wen. I will keep it in mind."

This was not just a polite remark, it was true.

The monk in white waved his hand and said with a gentle smile: "Although you have little experience in alchemy, your thinking is wild and unconventional, which has benefited me a lot. Next time I am free, I will come to discuss with you again."

After Ningfa left, Mrs. Li and another woman wearing a black dress and a black veil walked in.

This woman was none other than the leader of Qi Altar.

Madam Li looked at the monk in white with curiosity and asked, "Brother Li, I didn't expect you to stay with him for such a long time. But what did you find?"

The woman surnamed Qi also had a curious look on her face.

The white-clothed man's eyes flickered as he slowly said, "This young friend's insights into alchemy are very impressive, and his talent in alchemy is indeed very good, probably better than mine.

As for the secrets of him, I am not sure now, I need to use the Yuan Ji technique to make a divination, you guys go out first."

Although the two women were very curious, they obediently left the room.

The man in white casually cast an isolation ban, covering the entire room.

Then he snapped his right fingers, and there was a flash of light in the air, and a yellow tortoise shell the size of a head appeared.

However, the tortoise shell looked gray and seemed to be covered with dust.

The white-clothed man changed the magic gestures in his hands, and one of the magic gestures hit the yellow tortoise shell.

The tortoise shell suddenly shook, and the dust on its surface flew into the air, but it did not fall. Instead, it began to dissipate along some mysterious trajectory.

A sand scroll several feet long gradually appeared in the air, and the pattern in the scroll was slowly taking shape, but the speed was very slow.

There was a trace of solemnity in the eyes of the man in white. He did feel a force of obstruction, but it made him really interested.

He just waved his sleeves, and several balls of light flew out, surrounding the painting of sand and dust.

In the aura there are compasses, coins, bamboo sticks, yarrow and other divination tools.

The white-clothed man's hands turned like wheels, and he cast out spells one after another. These things shot out spiritual rays of light towards the sand scroll, which instantly accelerated the speed of the scroll.

A quarter of an hour later, even the man in white began to have beads of sweat on his face.

But he showed a slight excitement, because the scroll was about to take shape and the hexagram was finally about to be fully revealed.

But at this moment, the man in white's expression suddenly changed.

The sand picture that was about to take shape on the sand scroll suddenly became messy, and the sand flew in disorder.

The man in white had a look of shock in his eyes. He then spat out a mouthful of blood, which turned into a blood-colored spell and flew away, trying to suppress the change.

But the next moment, the sand and dust condensed together and turned into the shape of a straw sandal, then suddenly stepped towards the man in white, easily shattering the bloody magic spell that was shooting from the front.

The man in white's face changed drastically, and he retreated quickly. Aura flashed in front of him, forming blue aura waves like water waves, trying to block it.

But they were vulnerable in front of the straw sandals formed by the sand and dust.

At this moment, the man in white's face turned pale, and he even felt like he was about to die.

But just when the sandal was about to hit his face, it suddenly flew away in the wind, turned into dust again, and flew back onto the tortoise shell.

The man in white had a pale face and blood at the corners of his mouth.

Although he was not actually attacked, he was severely hurt by the divination technique.

At this moment, his eyes were wide open with an incredible expression on his face.

"What happened to Senior Brother Wen!?"

At this time, Mrs. Li and the woman surnamed Qi rushed in, obviously also noticing the commotion.

They were even more shocked when they saw the disheveled man in white.

The man in white seemed not to hear it. He closed his eyes and seemed to be recalling something carefully.

Although Mrs. Li and her two daughters were anxious, they did not dare to act rashly.

After a long time, the man in white slowly opened his eyes and said, "Don't worry, it's nothing serious, it's just a little bit of backlash."

Madam Li breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help asking, "What happened just now, Senior Brother Wen? Were you fighting with someone else?"

The man in white said solemnly, "The secret of that young friend Ning is indeed extraordinary. It is very likely that a fourth-level divination master performed the art of secret on him.

I didn't know the depth of the situation, and I forced myself to divine, which alarmed that existence, so I am in this state. "

"A fourth-level divination master!"

Upon hearing this, both Mrs. Li and the woman surnamed Qi showed shock on their faces.

Among the hundreds of arts of cultivating immortals, the most mysterious one is fortune-telling.

It is extremely difficult to advance to the next level. Even a third-level fortune-teller is extremely rare, let alone a fourth-level fortune-teller.

Madam Li said in disbelief, "How is this possible? Even Master Yuan is only a quasi-fourth-level fortune teller, and he is already the most powerful fortune teller in our alliance of good and evil." The man in white shook his head slowly and said, "After all, I have also cultivated the fortune telling technique to the middle level of the third level. Although I am not as good as Master Yuan, it is impossible for him to crush me so easily, so the other party must be a fourth-level fortune teller master.

Fortunately, the other party didn't seem to have much ill intentions and only gave me a small punishment, otherwise my fate today would not be so simple.

Xiaoying, your previous feeling was correct. Fortunately, you were cautious and did not act rashly against that young friend Ning.

Otherwise, the wrath of a fourth-rank fortune-telling master is not something you can bear, and even the sect cannot protect you.

A fortune teller who has reached this level is unpredictable and far more powerful than an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator."

Upon hearing this, both Mrs. Li and the woman surnamed Qi showed expressions of shock and fear.

Especially the woman named Qi, she was still frightened.

If it weren't for the warning from the Xiling Jade Pendant, she might have died long ago if she dared to attack Ning Fa.

Madam Li asked in confusion, "What is so special about this Ning Fa? Why did the divination master want to use the art of divine secrets on him?"

The man in white thought for a while, then shook his head and said, “The purpose of this powerful person is not something you and I can guess.

But combined with what Xiaoying said, it may be related to Ning Daozhen, which means his goal may also be in the Blood Sky Sect. "

After he finished speaking, he paused for a moment, then murmured, "I even suspect that this senior is not from our Cangyuan Immortal Cultivation World, otherwise such a powerful divination technique should not be unknown."

As soon as these words came out, both women were shocked.

Madam Li asked hesitantly, "If it's not our Cangyuan Immortal Cultivation World, then where else could it be?"

The man in white said slowly: "The Jiulong Sea Immortal Cultivation Realm on the other side of the Wuxian Sea, or even the Daqin Immortal Cultivation Realm on the east side of the Yunduan Mountains, are all possible.

For cultivators of this level, the Immortalless Sea or the Cloud-Breaking Mountains should not be able to stop them."

"Nine Dragon Sea... Great Qin..."

Madam Li and the woman surnamed Qi murmured something, with shock in their beautiful eyes.

The woman surnamed Qi reacted even more and asked in confusion: "If that's the case, could it be that such a powerful person is also interested in the Blood Sky Sect?"

The man in white nodded and said, "This is very likely. I need to report this matter to the sect so that they can be mentally prepared for this little friend Ning..."

At this point, the man in white hesitated for a moment and continued, "Just maintain the status quo and keep in touch with him through Zhilan Commercial Bank, but don't deepen the relationship too much."

The woman surnamed Qi and Mrs. Li nodded immediately.

At this moment, tens of thousands of miles east of Hei Ze Xian City, there is a place called Sunset Mountains.

This is also a relatively famous place in the Yunhuang Swamp. Although it is full of monsters and prohibitions, it is not as dangerous as dangerous places such as the Thunder Flame Sea and the Demon Crow Ridge.

This place also produces some rare spiritual materials, and even some relics or ancient caves that have not yet been excavated, so many independent cultivators like to come here to explore.

At this time, outside an ancient ruins at the Black Day Peak of this mountain range, a group of monks broke through the restriction and entered.

Judging from the scale of this ancient monument, it is very likely the mountain gate of an ancient immortal cultivation sect.

In a side hall of this sect's ancient ruins.

Although there are no treasures left here, there are many murals and ancient records on the walls.

These things naturally would not attract the interest of other adventurous monks, who flocked into the depths of the ancient ruins in search of treasures.

In this side hall, I saw an old Taoist priest looking around for something, and what was striking was that one of his feet was bare.

After a while, he found his other straw sandal in a corner.

The old Taoist took the straw sandals in his hands, knocked them on the ground, and the dust immediately flew away. Then he put them back on his feet.

He raised his head, his eyes seemed to penetrate the relief carvings on the dome of the hall, and he laughed and said, "Although the little fellow has some skills, he is still not good enough in front of me. Now you should know to be afraid, right?
I still have high hopes for Ning, so I naturally cannot let you disturb me."

The old Taoist was wearing a patched grey gown, his hair was grey, and his face was gaunt, but his expression was somewhat frivolous and shifty, giving people a non-serious feeling.

This person was none other than the Tianyi hermit who had made a deal with Ning Fa in Heishuipo.

At this moment, his body shook slightly and his face suddenly turned pale.

I saw a gray mist swirling around him, and then it returned to normal. He smacked his lips and said to himself helplessly:

“The Sky Rat Demon King in the Yunduan Mountains is really powerful. Its innate magical power is very restraining to my Heavenly Secret Technique, so the injuries I suffered have not yet recovered.

Otherwise, there would be no need to bluff just now, and I should just give that little guy a good beating and teach him a lesson."

After saying this, he looked at the mural on the wall again, with a strange look in his eyes.

I saw that the originally continuous mural on the wall suddenly came to an abrupt end, and the rest of it disappeared.

"What on earth happened to the Blood Sky Sect? In the several ancient sites I have visited, all the descriptions of the Blood Sky Sect and several other major sects have mysteriously disappeared. What force caused this?"

The old Taoist muttered in confusion.

(End of this chapter)