Prehistoric: Blood Lord Styx, starting with 100,000 Pangu blood

Styx then dodges, directly out of the sea of ​​blood.

Yindu.

It was the capital of the Shang Dynasty.

People come and go, it's not lively.

Unknown to everyone, a fortune-telling stall appeared on a corner of the street.

This fortune-telling booth can only be seen by those who are destined.

"This deity is here to tell a fortune."

Styx has now transformed into an old Taoist.

He used mana to create a double space, waiting for Yang Jian to take the bait.

After Yang Jian left Taoshan, he wanted to travel through the wilderness, looking for a way to break the barrier of Taoshan.

Unconsciously, Yang Jian came to the imperial capital of the Shang Dynasty.

On the street, Yang Jian experienced the customs.

Vendors hurried past, and soldiers patrolled back and forth.

"That handsome boy, please stay."

Behind Yang Jian, a voice suddenly appeared.

That voice made Yang Jian stop in his tracks.

Yang Jian couldn't help turning his head, and looked at the fortune-telling booth behind him suspiciously.

I saw an old Taoist in a black Taoist uniform sitting on a wicker chair.

With a smile on his face, he stared straight at Yang Jian.

"Little boy, it's you, come here quickly."

This Taoist was transformed by Styx.

"Mist grass, so handsome."

"The face value can be compared to one tenth of this deity."

Styx said secretly in his heart.

Pretty boy?

What it is?

Yang Jian was in a trance, involuntarily walking up to Minghe.

"The priest is calling me?"

Yang Jian looked at the old Taoist in doubt.

This old man has no cultivation, and he looks like an ordinary person.

"It's you, you can't be wrong."

"I see that your seal has turned black, and I'm afraid there will be a bloody disaster recently."

"Why don't you sit down and let me compose a hexagram for you."

Ming He looked at Yang Jian with the corners of his mouth raised.

This Yang Jian, why does he look so stupid.

"I'm not lucky."

Since Yang Jian entered Yindu, he has seen many fortune tellers.

But Yang Jian didn't believe it.

Fortune-telling methods are nothing more than ordinary people's means.

Unless you can get the true biography of Emperor Bai Ze, you will not be able to comprehend the profound meaning of the method of deduction.

"Yang Jian, do you really want to go?"

Seeing that Yang Jian was about to leave, Ming He said calmly.

"Now you can't save your mother."

"In the middle stage of the Taiyi Golden Immortal, the strength is not even comparable to that of an ant, so how can we talk about confronting Haotian?"

Minghe's voice surprised Yang Jian.

How does the old Taoist in front of him know about his own family affairs?

In an instant, Yang Jian knew that he had misread.

The Taoist in front of him should be an expert.

It can be seen that his cultivation base is the middle stage of the Taiyi Golden Immortal, so the cultivation base of this veteran must be higher than his own.

No wonder it wasn't seen.

This is obviously because his cultivation base is too rubbish.

"The boy was disrespectful just now, so please don't take it to heart."

Yang Jian bowed to Minghe respectfully.

"I also ask the Taoist priest to tell Yang Jian how to save his mother. Yang Jian is willing to do whatever it takes."

As Yang Jian said, he wanted to bow down directly.

"rise!"

"It's not too late to kneel and worship."

Minghe uttered a word, and Yang Jian straightened up.

"To break the Taoshan Barrier, you still need a handy weapon."

"Da Yu controlled the waters, and with a mountain ax in his hand, he split hundreds of thousands of mountains."