Xia Fan was speechless.
The fortune-telling of feelings will vary from person to person.
Fortunately, he had even the slightest hope for the divination results just now.
"The young master's divination skills are very powerful." The little girl suddenly said, "The old man said that divination itself is to spy on the way of heaven, and you have to pay a price. The greater the price, the stronger the magic. The young master has already paid a lot. The price has been paid.”
"Have it?"
The little girl nodded seriously, "Besides divination and arithmetic, he is good at nothing else. Unlike Qianzhi, he is not good at divination."
"Who said I can't do anything else? Shut up!" Fang Xiandao glared.
Qianzhi pouted, "The old man also said that if you lie to others, you will be struck by lightning. The same goes for lying to yourself."
"This sentence itself is a lie! It's not good for you to believe in anyone. Believe in the old man-"
Boom!
Following an explosion, Fang Xiandao shut his mouth abruptly.
Xia Fan thought it was a shock technique for a moment, but soon realized that it was a natural thunder.
He raised his head and saw a faint light flickering in the dark sky, like a wick that appeared and disappeared in the dark clouds.
The thunder continued one after another, and the sea wind blowing through Beicheng became stronger.
At this moment, Xia Fan suddenly felt his nose getting cold.
He reached out and touched it, and it felt slightly moist.
In an instant, there was a small rustling sound all around.
"Ah... it's raining." Qianzhi said, opening his hands.
Yes, it's rain.
He ushered in the first rain since autumn.
After a while, the drizzle turned into a downpour, and a layer of mist appeared on the stone pavement. Countless streams of water gathered together and rushed towards the yard.
This is undoubtedly the worst case scenario. Even if it ignites the entire bungalow, the fire will not last long in the face of such rain. Unless you hide indoors, use torches to block doors, windows and other entrances. However, ordinary houses cannot withstand the long-range attacks of demons, so hiding on the spot is just an option to sit back and wait for death.
"Master Xia, we have to get out of here quickly!" The guard looking after the princess showed an anxious look, "Only the city wall can withstand the enemy's attack!"
Xia Fan nodded, and when he was about to respond, he suddenly noticed that the rainwater falling on Qianzhi had condensed into frost.
"Is this... nature magic?"
"Oh? Do you even know this?" Fang Xiandao covered his head and said, "The frost condensation technique is to condense the water in the air into ice. Now that there is too much water, she can easily trigger the effect of the technique."
"Qianzhi, good at freezing!" Qianzhi put his hands on his hips.
"This is obviously because your ability to control Qi is not perfect enough! Why can't other living dead do it?"
Living dead? Isn't she imitating a zombie, no matter the tone of voice or the style... Xia Fan raised her eyebrows, especially since there were two charms on both sides of her head, which looked like two decorative hairbands. But now is not the time to worry about the little girl’s title, “Then how big an ice cube can she create when she uses all her strength on a rainy day?”
"No one has tried it, but it should be able to fill up a street." Fang Xiandao was quite puzzled. "Why do you ask this? The bigger the ice, the harder it is to clean. When it reaches a certain level, it becomes a troublesome thing."
Xia Fan simply looked at Qianzhi and asked, "Can you control the shape of ice cubes?"
The little girl raised her head, "Of course, icing is what Qianzhi is good at. It's no problem to make one of her own!"
While she was talking, a little girl made of ice crystals rose up from the ground and stood beside her. Although a lot of details such as hair are lost, the outline is really the same.
Xia Fan stretched out his hand and pinched it. The surface of the "ice sculpture" was smooth and hard.
"Water..." He pondered for a moment and said to his guards, "You take the princess to the Western Wall first."
"What about you, Master Xia?"
"I will delay the demon's advance here."
"This is absolutely impossible!" the guard said quickly, "Her Royal Highness the Princess values you very much. She would rather we stay than let you end the marriage."
"This is not a question of whether it is heavy or not, but a question of whether it is possible. Do you think that no matter how many people are left behind, they can stop this demon?"
The guard was immediately asked.
"The road from Beicheng District to the West City Wall is not far, but it is definitely not close. Without the light, and then being entangled by evil spirits, how much price are you going to pay for evacuation along the way?" Xia Fan said in a tough tone, "And Naturally, I am confident in doing this. Did you hear what the princess said before? Leave it to me to handle it!"
The guard hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded, "Yes! I understand."
Seeing that the soldiers around him began to retreat to the west, Fang Xiandao turned around and followed, "Qianzhi, then let's—"
"Stop." Xia Fan held his shoulders, "You have to help me stop the enemy."
"Don't even think about it," Fang Xiandao refused decisively, "Diviners never personally intervene in their own divination results. I am a bystander, not -"
"Don't you want to know how this method of breaking the situation works?"
Fang Xiandao was stunned, "Have you already thought of a method?"
"Probably. If you just leave like this, you will never know the meaning behind this hexagram." Xia Fan stared at him, "Actually, you also want to know, right? In addition to the only indication, the hexagram What do the other water signs in the chart represent.”
This sentence is the key to the destiny of the Chinese leader!
Corroborating each other with facts, thereby strengthening one's thoughts and cognition, is the most effective way to improve the level of alchemy. If he doesn't get any feedback, even if he watches the storm at close range more times, it will only increase his confusion.
"How... do you want me to help?"
"Lend me this little girl." Xia Fan looked at Qian Zhizhi.
…
The demon had crossed the edge of the yard and entered the messy streets.
Run away, run away quickly. An Youlang used his possessed perspective to overlook the people fleeing in panic in Beicheng District from a high altitude. In his opinion, these figures were like tiny ants, whose life and death were all under his control. No matter how they escape, ants will be ants after all. When they get close to the edge of the city wall, they will find in despair that Jinxia City has been sealed off by the Immortal Magic Wilderness. This city will be a cage from which they cannot escape.
He has plenty of time to kill them all.
Unfortunately, this technique is not complete enough after all.
An Youlang can already feel that the part of his consciousness is disappearing, and the part that belongs to the devil is getting stronger and stronger. This is also the price of turning into a demon. It can only be used as the last trump card, when the enemy thinks they have won a complete victory. At the same time, give them the most profound lessons.
This lesson is death.
Although there is some regret, with the continuous impact of powerful forces, there is not much left of this regret. Only practitioners who combine with chaos can stand between heaven and earth and easily kill anyone who dares to resist. The legendary immortals or gods probably feel this way.
No wonder this technique cannot be used at will. Once you have experienced such an experience that transcends common sense, you will no longer be willing to be ordinary.
As for what will happen after consciousness is completely engulfed by chaos, An Youlang doesn't want to think about it, or he is unable to think about it. At this moment, he just wants to crush all the living beings one by one, just like he usually crushes ants.
There was not much fire left burning.
The devil is ready for another round of drops.
In the pouring rain, the scene below suddenly changed.
A fox demon led a slightly familiar man across the street and quickly ran into the yard.
An Youlang vaguely remembered that it was this person who beat his body to pieces and tried to use shock to destroy himself in the demon form.
The surging murderous intent suddenly filled what little was left in his mind.
He stopped moving forward, and dozens of black mist suddenly shot towards the returning fox demon!