Chapter 133： Veteran fortune teller

"Senior Sister Fu, first go to the place where the heavy treasure is present and wait for me."

Ling Xiao pondered for a moment, and then he wanted to swept towards the distant mountains.

"The son stayed."

But at this moment, on the side of the street, suddenly there was an old voice.

Ling Xiao frowned slightly and turned to look.

But seeing the veteran fortune teller I had seen before in Cold Sky City, he was looking at him with a smile.

"Ok?"

For a moment, Ling Xiao felt a trace of anxiety in her heart.

He looked for this old fortune teller that day, but wanted to take the opportunity to teach Ling Tian, ​​so that he had the illusion that he didn't actually want to kill him.

Unexpectedly, today he actually met this man again in this sunset city.

coincidence?

Or is this old man stalking himself in secret?

But an ant whose breath is not in the realm of Xuanqing, how can he have the courage to follow him?

Moreover, with Ling Xiao's spirit, how could he not feel being followed?

Coincidence?

Or did he really see the secret in himself?

In this rumor, the gods and sacrificial rites cannot be killed.

Otherwise, he will be condemned by God.

Ling Xiao didn't believe in this. After all, these remarks might have been preached by these gods.

He even kills the man of destiny, is he still afraid of the scourge?

If this old Dao is really sly in his heart, today will be his death day next year.

"you again?"

Ling Xiao raised his foot and walked towards the old way.

"Hehe, son, what a coincidence, I met again."

Old Dao nodded and smiled, there seemed to be a hint of hesitation in his old eyes.

"What do you call me?"

Standing in front of the old way, Ling Xiao gradually raised a hint of playfulness at the corners of his mouth.

In Hantian City that day, this old way did not show the awe he deserves, the descendant of the Ling clan.

Could it be that this old man has some background?

Or is it that his cultivation is far beyond that of the **** king, and the aura on his body is just deliberately pretending?

But no matter which one it was, Ling Xiao felt a little inexplicable pressure.

Generally, characters who appear inexplicably like this are not simple.

Especially fortune tellers, not easy to provoke.

"Pan Dao sees that there is a black color on the top of the Yintang of the young master, I am afraid that this trip... will be disaster."

The veteran smiled wryly, his expression did not seem to be false.

"Oh? Is there a way to crack it?"

Ling Xiao raised his brows slightly, there will be disaster?

Isn't that right?

Plotting the good fortune of the Son of Destiny is itself a disaster.

Throughout the ages, how can a villain survive to the end, a villain with a strong identity background, hasn't it become a stepping stone to the Son of Destiny?

Is Ling Xiao afraid?

Of course I'm afraid, otherwise, why do you want to rob the Son of Destiny little by little and then obliterate them?

"There is no way to crack it...but..."

Old Tao twisted his fingers, and a touch of greed flashed in his old eyes.

"Hehe, it seems that the Daoist has forgotten, I don't believe in fate."

Ling Xiao sneered, and suddenly there was a devilish energy on his body rising into the sky, the old Dao's face changed greatly, and he sat down on the ground.

Ok? Is this old way really just a greed for money?

"The son... the son is spared!"

"If you let me meet you again..."

Ling Xiao grinned, and his figure disappeared instantly.

The first encounter is a coincidence, the second encounter is fate, if there is a third time, there must be a problem with this old way.

However, Ling Xiao didn't feel a trace of the strong wave in him, and the veteran reaction just now was real enough.

The most important thing is that Lin Xi's breath is gradually disappearing.

Pinching a Xuanqing person to death is really not a lot of effort for Ling Xiao.

But if you missed Lin Xi's good fortune because of this, it would not be worth the loss.

Linghuo appeared, but Lin Xi went to other places.

There is something tricky, and there is something tricky on the cliff!

And it wasn't until Ling Xiao's figure walked away that the old-fashioned figure climbed up from the ground, and on an old face, there was only half a point in panic.

"Lei Ting Dao Ze... Sword Dao Dao... I just don't know, can you grow up to the realm of God Emperor smoothly, no, God King will do."

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At the same time, the setting sun is deep in the mountain.

Lin Xi had already removed his disguise, showing his true face, carefully standing on top of an old tree.

Today he is completely famous in Sunset City, competing with Ling Xiao for treasure, carrying a huge wealth, and even has a soul skill.

If he shows others with his previous appearance, I am afraid that the spiritual fire has not yet been obtained, and he will be in the hands of others.

Damn Ling Xiao!

You wait for me, wait for me to merge the heart of death, understand the flame principle, and see how I crush you to death.

Humph, what about the soul sword falling into your hands?

You are dead, isn't the good fortune in your body still mine?

Of course, there are women!

Although Nian Qingjun's performance today is a bit strange, what can Lin Xi do... can only forgive her.

After all, the entire Eastern Frontier of Shengzhou is worthy of him, and only this famous Taoist goddess!

"Old Ling, are you sure that the spirit fruit is in the mountain stream below?"

Lin Xi frowned.

The great demon at the peak of Shenhou, he has no resistance at all.

If it hadn't been for the good luck that Ling Lao Xu gave him was too tempting, he would not take this risk at all.

"Don't worry, Xi'er, I can feel that the spirit fruit will mature soon."

There was a little excitement in Ling Lao's voice.

Nonsense, can you not get excited?

Ever since he followed Lin Xi, he has not only endured hardship but also eats poison, and given all the spirit grass elixir to the disciple in front of him.

But this Dao is different from the spirit fruit, this thing has infinite benefits to his spirit.

As long as he can fuse it, he can manifest his soul and leave this broken ring.

Even though he is not physically present now, the realm of exalted spirit is not something that the **** king and **** general can contend.

Especially if Lin Xi wanted to go to the Tianyuan Secret Realm to find the Primordial Emperor Flame, he would definitely not be able to do it on his own.

What Ling always needs to do is to **** this disciple.

"Okay, that old spirit, we'll follow the plan later, you go to the iron puppet temporarily, provoke the fire wolf, and I will take the opportunity to grab the spirit fruit."

Lin Xi had already discussed with Ling Lao in detail before.

With his realm, I am afraid that once he shows up, he will be crushed into dregs by the fire wolf.

Although the strength of Ling Lao is not there, the coercion is still there.

Putting the ring on the iron-clad puppet, Ling Lao released his breath, which attracted the fire wolf's alert.

As long as he leaves the mountain stream for a while, Lin Xi can take the opportunity to take away the spirit fruit.

Moreover, with the vigilance of the fire wolf, he would definitely not chase too far, so that the old man would not be in great danger.

As long as he snatched the spirit fruit, Lin Xi would immediately rush towards the place where the spirit fire appeared in the world.

At that time... there are so many people, even if the fire wolf is angry, I am afraid it will not dare to kill everyone, right?

Besides, a great demon of the gods, to be honest, his identity is not as noble as those of the ancient sect.

Once he dared to attack everyone, he was afraid that Saint State would have no place for him soon.

This dumb loss, he has to swallow if he can't swallow it.

Of course, if the opportunity is right, perhaps Lin Xi can still put this pot on Ling Xiao's head.

At that time, hehehe.

Even if the Ling clan's background is terrifying, the fire wolf can endure in this barren mountain for several years, and the obsession in his heart must be extremely strong.

Being remembered by a great demon, the life of the descendants of the Ling clan was not going to be easy.

"Oh, I see."

It's just that Lin Xi never dreamed that at this moment, above his head, a figure dressed in white was hiding among the old trees, nodding seriously, revealing a thoughtful look. We villains don’t want to be a stepping stone.