Calculating the return of dead objects is an assessment that no matter which disciple of a sect like the Tianzhao Secret Dharma Sect, must pass when going down the mountain. Calculating the return of living objects is a more difficult point. If you can do this, you can report the name of the master after going down the mountain. And above this is where people return, but people have no place to return, so people only have fate.

Destiny is a big saying. If it is divided, it can be divided into marriage, future, family, misfortune and good fortune. Among them, the future can be divided into many, and there are many sayings about misfortune and good fortune.

To calculate the direction and positive and negative of the two of the three copper coins, it must be done at the moment when the Feixing Taoist escaped. If you calculate before the Feixing Taoist escaped, you must calculate the movements of the Feixing Taoist. That is extremely difficult and almost no one can do it.

The hall was extremely quiet. The moment the Feixing Taoist threw up the copper coins in his hand, this tranquility reached its peak.

The three copper coins were thrown high, and the higher the amount of time Yi Yan would take to calculate. In the eyes of others, Fei Xing Taoist did not make any sense at all, but only he knew why he did this.

In his opinion, Yi Yan's words and deeds have been covering up the fact that he was injured from the afternoon to now, and the injury should be quite serious, so he should try his best to cover it up.

He threw the copper coins and asked Yi Yan to calculate the calculation in order to further observe how severe Yi Yan's injury was. He was afraid that it would be too low, so Yi Yan had an excuse to not calculate the calculation, so he threw the highest one in the copper coins and almost touched the beam above. In his heart, as long as Yi Yan calculated it, he would win, because in his opinion, Yi Yan was already injured. If people like them were backfired and did not recover and calculate it, they would aggravate their injuries.

The copper coins kept flipping in the void, and two of the three copper coins collided and separated. Everyone was staring at the copper coins, but their ears were standing up and waiting for Yi Yan's answer.

Just as the first copper coin was about to land, Yi Yan suddenly said: "The first two fell in the southeast and northwest directions respectively, one positive and one reversed."

His voice almost roared. The moment he roared, the copper coins landed on the ground. After the jingling sound, one of them rolled southeast, facing upward, and one splashed northwest, and facing upward.

It is said that copper coins have no positive or negative aspects, but this is the copper coins used by Taoist Feixing to tell fortunes. Therefore, one side is yang text and the other side is yin text. The yang side is positive and the yin side is reverse. Everyone knows this, so there is no special mention.

The moment Yi Yan said it, his hands tightened when he held the seat, and he could see his teeth biting tightly.

Feixing Taoist over there smiled and said, "It's not bad, Mr. Qisu should have true self, and we can believe his words."

Yi Yan seemed to have just taken a breath at this time and said to Hong Xiuquan: "What I said below is gone, and whether you believe it or not will be your leader. I will say goodbye."

After saying that, Yi Yan left quickly, his background disappeared from everyone's sight, but his suppressed coughing came from a distance. The coughing sound was extremely short, and as soon as it came out, it was blocked again.

The Feixing Taoist was secretly happy and thought, "He is indeed showing off his strength. Now he is hurt even more, and he must be uneasy. He may leave overnight tonight, just wait for him to leave the Zijing Mountain, hehe..."

There were stars in the sky. The Feixing Taoist returned to his house and cast a spell to stare at the house where Yi Yan was. He was waiting for Yi Yan to escape, but he waited until the sky was about to dawn and could not find Yi Yan left, and he did not see anyone opening the door until the sun came out.

He felt aroused in his heart and said to himself: "Maybe he had left long ago." He thought: "He has a heavenly strip on his body, so it is not difficult to avoid my peeping in this Zijing Mountain."

Thinking of this, he immediately came to Yi Yan's residence and opened the door. Sure enough, there was no one. He immediately came outside Zijing Mountain. He immediately made the divination to calculate the direction of Yi Yan's departure. He set the stage three times in a row to determine the direction of Yi Yan's departure. He couldn't help but think in his heart: "Even if you hide it well, you can't get rid of the fact that you have been seriously injured. Since the anger has been discharged, where can you hide?"

Then he grabbed the earth and stone method in the direction where Yi Yan left to calculate the direction where Yi Yan is now. After several consecutive times, he had a rough place in his heart and immediately stood up and chased after him. Wherever he walked, smoke and dust filled his breath, covering up all his breath.

The Feixing Taoist followed the traction in his heart and chased him nearly a hundred miles away. It was already noon. He looked at the small village in front of him and said in his heart: "I want to hide it by borrowing the breath of the world. If someone else might be freed, but since I have come, how could I let you escape?"

After saying that, he squatted on the ground and took out a horoscope from his arms. Small earth buns piled up around the horoscope. Then he saw him sitting cross-legged, chanting a spell, and the soul on his back appeared from nothingness.

There seemed to be a ray of wind flowing between the small earth buns, but it could not leave the small earth buns. Slowly, a small piece of earth cloud appeared on the astrological chart.

When the Feixing Taoist was about to ask where Ming Ling Yiyan was now, he heard Ming Ling's scream, and the screams were filled with fear and despair.

The Feixing Taoist was shocked, and a shock in his heart surged. It was a sense of danger from the soul. This feeling arose. He found that Zhou had flames out of thin air. The flames had only been alive and a hot feeling immediately emerged.

At this moment, a ball of light surged on him, and the light flowed to protect him. The screams of the Flying Spirit continued. The Feixing Taoist hand shrank in his sleeve, and there was an additional black stone turtle. The stone turtle was covered with a layer of gray light. It was the magic weapon he had sacrificed for many years. However, the magic weapon had not been sacrificed yet, and the flames pounced on him as if they had received orders.

The protective light on his body dissipated in an instant, and the flames pounced on him and burned. The magic weapon in his hand flashed and disappeared again, falling into the dust.

At this time, the Feixing Taoist was already charred all over and did not scream.

"Bang……"

The Feixing Taoist fell to the ground like a piece of burnt wood, and the flames were still burning.

A man slowly walked out of the village with a girl in the distance. He hid in the village. Feixing Taoist did not enter the village. In his heart, whether Yi Yan used the aura of the people in the village to mess up his breath and left, or he hid in the village, he had to calculate outside the village.

But he didn't know that in fact, Yi Yan led him to catch up at the beginning. Although he rumored that snake that he wanted to kill Mingzhu together that night, after finding out that Yi Yan was injured, he immediately showed his intention to kill Yi Yan. Under Yi Yan's intentional guidance, he found that Yi Yan was trying hard to cover up his injuries and thought that the opportunity had come, but he did not expect that Yi Yan was just a minor injury and was not moving.

It is not easy for Yi Yan to kill him. It is inappropriate to do anything in Zijing Mountain, and it is difficult to find the Feixing Taoist outside, not to mention that the Feixing Taoist is a destiny. If he wants to avoid one person, he will be afraid that he will never find it in his life.

So he can only be used in this way to lure him out. And running so far is just to make the Feixing Taoist more convinced that he is running away. Another reason is that the Sun Essence Fire is the most prosperous at this time, and it is at this time when it reaches this position.

He came to the corpse of Feixing Taoist and looked at the corpse that was still burning on the ground. The flames on it had changed from sun essence fire to ordinary flames.

He was sitting in the same hall yesterday, and today he had a life of death. Of course, Yi Yan would not be sympathetic. If he did not kill Feixing Taoist, then Feixing Taoist would kill him. If he was not cautious, then he would not die one, but two deaths. He turned his head to look at his sister, and his sister was also looking at him, and there was a very obvious fear on her face.

He sighed in his heart. There are many things that must be faced. People always have to give up something when they are alive. He remembered this sentence in his heart that Yingzi once told him.

He bent down to pick up the gray-black stone turtle on the ground, and the hands were heavy and cold. It was obvious that this was the magic weapon of the Taoist Feixing. At this time, he felt a strange feeling and was a little surprised. He felt that this magic weapon might be in harmony with his soul, and there should be a special mystery.

Apart from this stone turtle, there was nothing left on the Feixing Taoist.

Looking around, the hard dust cracked into cracks, and some weeds were like moss, growing in clusters from east to west. This year may be a drought year, and the lives of the people will be even more sad.

Yi Yan held his sister and was about to go back to Zijing Mountain. After walking more than ten steps, he suddenly stopped. He turned his head in one direction, raised his hand and pointed it out, and a golden light shot into a small earth bun.

"Bang."

The earthblock exploded, a piece of dust flew with nothing. But the explosion sounded like this, because if it were just Yi Yan's divine will, there would never be a burst sound.

Dust was flying in the air, hovering towards the middle, and a person was transformed into.

Of course, a human is not a real person, but a puppet of earth spirits. Just one look, Yi Yan knew that behind it was the pearl, the destiny man from the heavenly court on earth.

There was a trace of spiritual light flashing in the eyes of the earth spirit puppet. Yi Yan sneered and said to the earth spirit puppet: "Does Miss Mingzhu want to try my destiny power, or do you want to kill me by the order of the Heavenly Court?"

"I have never said that I am from the Heavenly Court." The earth spirit puppet spoke, his voice dull and weird.

"oh?"

"Believe it or not." As the earth spirit puppets fell, they scattered into a pile of soil, and the spiritual energy on it dissipated with the wind in just a blink of an eye.

Yi Yan walked over and reached out to hold the earth, looking at it with the magical power of observing life, he could see nothing, but he suddenly felt a trace of extremely weak demonic aura from this earth.

"Is she a demon?" Yi Yan thought in confusion. "Or it is this demonic energy that comes from the earth spirit puppet." Yi Yan returned to Zijing Mountain with this doubt.
Chapter completed!