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Chapter 124 122. Dangerous Divination

The recorder of the ancient disasters took great risks to carry out the divination, but the key words obtained in the end were confusing.

What is thick, golden, granulated, plump and sweet stick?

It sounds a bit like corn?

But surely no one would be stupid enough to actually think it was corn.

After all, this is a clue obtained by divination by a mysterious demigod.

According to the common sense of mysticism that beginners know, the characteristics of divination are like this, the more troublesome and dangerous things are divined, the more fragmented and vague the information obtained.

Moreover, things like corn, which can be seen everywhere, cannot be expressed in such a fragmented way. Wouldn't it be good to just say the word 'corn'?

Next, people have to piece together these clues by themselves, or repeatedly perform divination on the basis of these clues, and ask some more detailed questions.

For example, at the moment, the Recorder of Ancient Difficulties can continue to divination 'How thick is this stick? ''Is golden yellow the color of metal? ' and so on and so forth.

After getting the answer through this side-by-side approach, I repeatedly gathered the clues to get the final truth, which felt a bit like playing a small game like 'Who am I'.

Theoretically speaking, the more times you do divination, the more clues and keywords you get, and the more accurate the final conclusion you can draw.

But it is obviously difficult to carry out such an action right now, which is too easy for opponents to notice.

This is the time to test the fortune teller's strength and experience. He must ask more critical questions with fewer questions in order to obtain truly valuable clues.

"The opponent still hasn't noticed my actions, and I can still perform 1-2 times of divination."

"But this will definitely increase the risk of my being discovered. Although the other party does not seem to have fallen, excessive behavior may lead to adverse results..."

The recorder of ancient disasters said in a low voice.

After pondering for a while, the honor witness on the side asked the saints next to him:

"These few clues, what do you think?"

"I think the clues of the stick and the golden color should all point to the legendary 1-001 holy object. Is it describing its shape? The sweetness and fullness behind it should point to a certain location?"

A saint spoke first.

"The stick could also be a tower, or an airship, maybe the granular ones are describing the holy thing?"

Another sage offered a different opinion.

"I think that these clues probably don't point to the sacred object. Maybe it's describing a certain place? A canyon? A golden canyon full of gravel?"

Everyone was explaining their views, only Orianna didn't speak.

She was still a little unconvinced.

Am I the only one who thinks this is corn?Anyway, it's corn, right?

But she didn't dare to say this, for fear of being regarded as a stupid woman with only corn in her mind...

If that is the case, for her who has never been in love, it is tantamount to social death.

And the recorder of ancient disasters who is a fortune teller did not say a word. In fact, in his opinion, these people's brains are too outrageous, and they lack a deep understanding of occultism, so they must not be of much help.

He can't help it. These days, everyone prefers the more capable and comprehensive distortion system. The direction of the mystery system is too small.

In the end, after a brief discussion between his body and some mystic scholars around him, the next question was set as 'where is this stick? '

This is a fairly standard question, but if an effective answer can be obtained, it will determine the thinking and direction of the next question.

So according to this question, he started the next round of divination from the main body.

Of course, according to the usual practice, before he started, he used divination to 'see' whether this move would cause any danger.

Finally got a couple of keywords about 'caution', meaning there is no danger, but still need to be careful.

Considering that his opponent still seemed to be awake and the results of the divination were relatively optimistic, he couldn't help but be a little bolder. He worked harder during the official divination, polished his eyes, and tried to find a deeper result.

In front of his eyes appeared a somewhat hazy and indistinct mountain, shrouded in darkness and mist.

"I saw... I saw again..."

"This is a mountain?"

"How majestic...how stalwart..."

Although he only saw a very vague picture, this demigod felt a kind of indescribable awe deep in his heart, feeling like a little ant crawling at the foot of the mountain, looking up at the whole world. The world is average.

There were no more pictures after that, and what he saw was finally frozen in this scene.

"No...it's not enough..."

Maybe it's because of instinctive curiosity, maybe it's because the situation is really urgent, or maybe it's because the mountain is majestic but not dangerous. In short, the recorder of ancient disasters decided to take a risk and peek at the mountain with sharper eyesight. .

The picture in front of me finally changed, the fog around the mountain peak slowly dissipated, and the surrounding light gradually brightened.

There was still no danger, and no warning signs arose in his heart.

So he decided to put his nose on his face, without discussing with others, and asked the third question directly by way of divination.

"This is where?"

The picture in front of me changed again, the fog became thinner, the light became brighter, and the lines of the mountains became clearer.

The recorder of ancient disasters felt his heart pounding, feeling that he was close to the truth!

The uncontrollable thirst for knowledge in his heart made him no longer satisfied with simple peeping, but chose to look directly and boldly.

The fog was already very thin, and the light was as bright as day, and the mountain peak that had been looming all this time was about to be fully presented in front of his eyes.

He even vaguely saw a figure.

"I saw you!"

The tone of the recorders of ancient disasters became excited.

In the end, the mountain was completely presented in front of his eyes.

"Wait, there's... something... not right..."

What is hidden under the mist is not a mountain peak at all.

It is a huge symbol that looks as magnificent as a mountain peak.

The whole symbol is composed of a simple circle and three short lines. It looks like a stick figure, but it only has the upper body, and it looks a bit like a badminton...

"What is this..."

The recorder of ancient disasters tried to sort out his thoughts and figure out the deep meaning of this symbol.

But in the next second, he felt an overwhelming coercion rushing towards him...

"No! No! No! Help..."

His clone and body let out a desperate cry at the same time.

Then, the avatar disappeared in place in an instant.

Everyone at the scene was stunned for a while, but they didn't realize what happened.

Another demigod honor witness was the first to come back to his senses, and asked in that unbelievable tone in a low voice:

"The avatar is invalid? No...it's not invalid...but...annihilated?"

"how can that be?!"

A demigod-level avatar is completely different from a saint-level avatar. Not only can it be controlled remotely, but it can also speak and do many things, and can even display the full strength and combat power of a demigod. It can be regarded as Be a demigod.

Even if the avatar meets the evil god, as long as he doesn't intentionally die, he can still make two moves.

But it was such a powerful avatar that quietly disappeared in the blink of an eye?

And there was no slight power fluctuation, and they didn't even know what happened.

The honorary witness temporarily put down his avatar, and the body far away in the imperial capital began to perceive, and probed towards the ancient recorder in the tower of truth at the same depth.

The main body of the recorder of ancient disasters is a middle-aged man who looks only in his 50s. He wears a gorgeous nightgown and looks like an ordinary rich man.

But at this moment, he was wailing and rolling in a beautiful large bedroom, with two lines of blood and tears left in his eyes, his hands were bloody and bloody, and he shouted intermittently in his mouth:

"I beg you...forgive...the disrespect..."

"Begging... don't... vent your anger..."

"I would like to...prostrate...at my feet...to offer..."

The scholars around him also looked shocked and bewildered. They didn't know what happened to this demigod. They suddenly poked their eyes and rolled all over the floor.

This situation looks like it has encountered serious spiritual pollution.

But it doesn't look like it. After all, he is a demigod. Even in the face of evil gods, he has a certain ability to resist. He shouldn't lose his mind and go crazy like this for no reason.

Moreover, he didn't seem to be completely crazy, and seemed to maintain a certain degree of rationality, but he kept begging for something.

"What exactly did he see?"

The witness of honor suddenly felt a chill down his spine, and his heart was instantly full of vigilance.

It was at this moment that he also noticed that something was wrong.

"who is it?!"

He suddenly looked at a deserted space and shouted sharply.

"Hee hee... I thought I could hide it longer."

In the air of the open space, a hoarse and sharp voice came out, and then a figure slowly emerged.

No, to be precise, it was just a robe floating in mid-air.

The color of the robe is a black that is not dyed by humans, it is so deep that it seems to be able to swallow all light.

There is a hood on the top of the head, and on the chest in the middle, there is a pattern woven with hollows, circles and circles, like a vortex, and a pair of white gloves hang on the sleeves.

Coupled with the continuous blowing of the fierce mountain wind, the black robe was a little swollen due to inflation, and it looked a bit like...

Mosquito frog?

But it was obvious that this was also a demigod's avatar. Just the slight coercion emanating from him made the hairs of the saints on the opposite side stand on end, and they did not dare to act rashly.

(End of this chapter)