Chapter 1011: Purple bell

At the very least, when a ray of divine thought comes, it will contain a small amount of information about its owner.

A ray of breath, it is like a person's hair, there is a memory of wool in it, at most a little breath of the owner's life characteristics!

"Live sacrifice, and the disciple of my Nalan family still wants to leave?"

From the depths of the Nalan family, a burst of shouts came.

This voice smelled of anger from the owner.

A big gray hand fell from the sky, the palm of this hand has clear patterns, and every vein is like mountains and rivers.

The palm of the hand fell enough to smooth a mountain and river.

However, the breath suddenly turned into a small purple jingle, between the virtual and the real.

The bell shook, and the sweet sound spread from all directions.

Fang Yue's spiritual energy clone was the first to bear the brunt due to being too close. His clone burst into pieces, without even a hint of warning.

Luo Yan's complexion changed slightly, she shook out a blank picture scroll and wrapped herself!

The picture scroll resisted the purple bell ringing instead of her, but the picture scroll was not good, and cracks were directly formed on it.

Luo Yan quietly disappeared before the picture scroll completely collapsed.

What this bell contains is magic sound, at least it involves the eighth level of sound law.

In all directions, all passing creatures, whether it is the natives of the Heavenly Road and the destruction guards, can't escape the invasion of this magic sound.

Their flesh exploded and turned into the finest blood mist, and all the energy contained in it was swept away by purple bells.

The big hand hadn't fallen yet, and in fear, he wanted to take it away.

This purple bell is too high when it comes to the law level, and it is not a monk of his realm that can withstand it.

However, the purple bell disappeared, turned into a ray of purple air, and turned into a strong flame, burning the big hand and its owner to ashes.

He was sacrificed alive, just as Nalan Shangde ended.

There were green flames lingering all over the body.

This kind of death, even if it is seen, is a feeling of cold hands and feet, and my heart is full of panic.

Simply, the Nalan family has been in the first city on this Tianlu for more than 10,000 years, and the Nalan family's mansion has been arranged as a Dragon Lake Tiger Den.

There is a foreign invasion.

The guardian formation of the Nalan family opened.

The purple smoke was expelled, and it did not continue to wreak havoc among the Nalan family.

In this way, the Nalan family, another elite disciple of the rotation realm, fell, and at the same time a leader-level elder of the Nalan family was compensated.

The Nalan family suffered heavy losses.

And the culprit, they did not even catch the other's hair.

"The Nalan family has been planted this time. They obviously want to preserve their strength, but they have fallen one after another."

Zhang Qiankun was extremely happy to learn that another leader-level powerhouse of the Nalan family had fallen.

The leader of the leader level is considered to be a master in any family.

That is where the mainstay of a family lies. Under normal circumstances, on the road of heaven, because of the suppression of the rules of the road of heaven, the masters of the Saint Realm and the Great Saint Realm cannot exert their full strength. So basically it will not be shot.

Therefore, to measure the true strength of a family and one party, the number of leaders at the leader level is particularly critical.

"Which big brother is the creature represented by this purple smoke?"

Luo Yan was sitting in the tent, sipping tea, she was talking to herself very much.

Fang Yue told Luo Yan the location of his tent before the Spiritual Qi clone disappeared, and Luo Yan found it here.

It's a pity that this is still just an aura clone.

"Fang Yue, are you so afraid of death? In front of me, as long as a spiritual energy clone appears?"

Luo Yan looked at Fang Yue and said seriously.

Fang Yue also nodded seriously. In this world, I still feel that life is most important.

"However, the purple bell just now is really powerful. Shaking it slightly shattered my spiritual qi incarnation. Although it was caught off guard, the purple bell is definitely a Tianzun-level magic weapon."

Fang Yue still has lingering fears so far, his spiritual qi clone is not weak, except for the treasures and the physical body, all other parties are waiting like the deity.

He has never been killed by a second of his own aura clone.

Even a saint-level powerhouse can never do this.

"That's Shanhe Dang, it's indeed one of the Heavenly Venerate Magical Instruments in your Ten Thousand Realms Universe. This should be a piece of common sense. Why, don't you even know this?"

Luo Yan was a little surprised. The seemingly mature Fang Yue's knowledge in a certain aspect was scarcely missing.

Fang Yue rolled his eyes.

"I'm just an ordinary little monk in the early stage of Rotational Realm. How could I know what Tianzun level magical instruments are!"

Fang Yueqiang argued.

Luo Yan also took Fang Yue's mind.

From a certain perspective, Fang Yue was right.

His cultivation realm is indeed the level of the rotation realm, whether it is in the universe of the other side or the universe of the ten thousand realms, it belongs to the initial stage of just contacting the mysteries of this world.

However, Fang Yue's method is absolutely comparable to a leader-level powerhouse, and even sometimes Luo Yan wonders whether this Fang Yue is the reincarnation of a certain saint.

"Shanhe Dang, in the ten thousand realms is indeed a very high ranking magic artifact, even in the Tianzun magic artifact, it can squeeze into the top ten level, but the purple qi is just imitating A part of the power of Shanhe Dang is still a thousand miles away from the real artifact deity!"

Luo Yan introduced in detail.

She is not naive, thinking that a simple body can distinguish the identity of the other party.

"You are a person from the Universe, how can you know all the strong people of my ten thousand realms? What if you don't know the owner of this purple smoke?"

Fang Yue said with a chuckle. He didn't think Luo Yan's hard thinking and meditation would have any good results.

"No, I must know this person! In the purple smoke, I felt a familiar smell."

Luo Yan stubbornly, Fang Yue said firmly.

Zhang Qiankun said timidly: "Why don't I have a divination?"

"Are you a fortuneteller?"

"Are you looking to die?"

Fang Yue and Luo Yan spoke at the same time, but what they said was completely different.

Zhang Qiankun didn't know what the two had gone through, but he had just joined Fang Yue's camp, hoping to shine and show his own value.

That's why he made this suggestion.

"I am indeed a fortune-teller, but my fortune-telling is only limited to the level below the master realm. If it is a creature beyond this level, only the backlash of the heavens will make me unbearable, I refuse to fortune-telling!"

Seeing Fang Yue's reaction, Zhang Qiankun vaguely noticed a trace of nuisance.

The character Fang Yue was talking about with this mysterious woman was afraid that he was of quite a high level, so high that he didn't even have the qualifications for a little divination.

"Fang Yue, it’s okay, this is your person, I won’t cheat him. This divination, the more detailed the divination, the higher the level of the creature, the greater the price that needs to be paid, and the stronger the scourge will be. But if it’s just Diagnose the opponent's contour information vaguely, it shouldn't be a big problem!"

Luo Yan patted her chest and said with a package ticket.

She really wanted to know the identity of the other party.

Even if it is this universe, it is good to give her some vague information.

"There is still such a statement?"

Fang Yue looked suspiciously at Zhang Qiankun. Zhang Qiankun was a hole card in Fang Yue's hand. The profession of a fortune-teller was extremely rare.

If he was brought back to the earth, he would definitely be able to make a great contribution to coping with the calamity of the earth.

Zhang Qiankun hesitated and nodded slightly: "There is indeed such a statement."

"However, leapfrog divination, the scourge will come, this is absolutely unstoppable! Even if it is just a vague outline, it is not something I can bear!"

Zhang Qiankun put the ugly words on the front, and he still wanted to watch Fang Yue, a man whose fate could not be fortune-telling, surpass everything.

"This is not a problem, I can resist it for you!"

Luo Yan volunteered, and she wondered if she was a dignified peak saint, couldn't even resist the catastrophe of a fortuneteller?

Fang Yue's expression was rather gloomy, and it seemed that this time the incident could not be stopped.

"Wait, let me set up the formation!"

For Luo Yan, Fang Yue always feels unreliable. Although the opponent is a strong person in the Saint Realm, he lacks the temperament that a Saint should have-calm, sophisticated, mature, etc.

Luo Yan said that Zhang Qiankun could resist the robbery, but he always felt that it was not very reliable.

"Don't you worry if I speak? Fang Yue, what do you mean by this?"

Luo Yan blamed Fang Yue, but he didn't have an aggressive taste. Instead, it was a bit like an anger and joke among friends.

Fang Yue didn't care. The array flags were arranged one by one. There were a total of 168 array flags, and each array flag was a magic weapon of Yin-Yang level.

Fang Yue's formation this time was called Qiankun Yinyang Formation, which was a saint-level defensive formation, and even ranked quite high.

The saint-level formation is naturally arranged with a saint-level formation flag to be able to exert its full power.

However, where Fang Yue's one hundred and sixty-eight saint-level formation flags, even these Yin-Yang realm formation flags were still Fang Yue's enduring headaches, the materials he bought were refined by himself!

The formation flag was placed, Fang Yue sat in the middle of the formation flag, responsible for controlling the formation.

"Can I start divination?"

Zhang Qiankun was also very disturbed by Fang Yue.

The object of his divination this time may be extremely powerful, to the point where he is incredible.

The saint, or the great saint?

This is the limit of Zhang Qiankun's imagination.

If he knew that the opponent was just a breath, he would defeat Luo Yan, who had already cultivated to the peak of the Saint Realm, and fled. For fear of giving him 10,000 courage, he would not dare to deduct the identity of the opponent, even a trace. It's just the outline.

"let's start!"

Fang Yue said in a deep voice, he was ready to deal with the disaster.

Zhang Qiankun lowered his head, muttering a word, a piece of yarrow burned in his hand.

This yarrow is the exclusive prop of the fortune teller. With the spell, the smoke from the burning of the yarrow can produce endless changes.

These changes can give birth to endless inspiration.

This kind of inspiration is a clue to the truth!

The smoke of yarrow envelops the sky, gradually forming a vast starry sky.

In the center of the starry sky, a fuzzy silhouette gradually formed.

this moment.

Nebula is chaotic, everything changes.

The starry sky phantom, the silhouette of the figure disappeared, becoming a pair of cold eyes, the person present.