At least a wisp of mind comes, which will contain a small amount of information about its owner.


    A wisp of breath is like a person''s hair. There is a memory of wool in it. At most, it is just the life characteristics of the owner!


    "Live sacrifice, and my disciples of Nalan family still want to leave?"


    From the depths of the Naran family, a burst of drink came.


    The voice had a tinge of shock and anger.


    A big gray hand fell from the sky. The hand lines of this palm were clear, and each thread of vein was like a mountain and river.


    The palm fell, enough to smooth a mountain and river.


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


    The bell shook, and the sweet sound spread all over the world.


    Fang Yue''s aura split up, because he was too close, bearing the brunt. His parts were broken without even a hint.


    Luo Yan''s face changed slightly. She shook out a blank picture and wrapped herself!


    The scroll instead of her resisted the ring of the purple bell, but the scroll was also difficult. There were strands of cracks on it.


    Luo Yan disappeared quietly when the picture had not completely collapsed.


    The bell contains magic sound, at least involving the eighth level of phonological law.


    In all directions, all the creatures passing by, whether the natives of Tianlu or the destruction guard, can''t escape the attack of this evil sound.


    Their bodies burst into the most delicate blood mist, and all the energy contained in them was swept away by the purple bell.


    The big hand had not yet fallen, and was afraid to take it away.


    The purple bell involves too high a level of law, which can''t be resisted by friars like him.


    However, the purple bell disappeared, turned into a wisp of purple gas, rushed up into a strong flame, and burned the big hand and its master to ashes.


    He was sacrificed alive, just like the end of naranshander.


    Up and down, green flames linger.


    Such a death, even if people see it, they feel cold hands and feet, and their hearts are very frightened.


    In short, the Nalan family has been based in the first city of Tianlu for more than ten thousand years, and the Nalan family''s residence has been arranged as a dragon''s pool and tiger''s den.


    Foreign invasion.


    The Dharma protection array of Nalan family was opened.


    The purple smoke was expelled and did not continue to rage among the Naran family.


    In this way, the Nalan family, an elite disciple of the circle of rotation, fell, and compensated a leader level elder of the Nalan family.


    The Naran family suffered heavy losses.


    The culprit, they did not even catch a hair of each other.


    "The Nalan family has been planted this time. They clearly want to preserve their strength, but they are falling masters one after another."


    Zhang Qiankun was very happy when he learned that another leader of the Nalan family had fallen.


    The strong leader of the sect can be regarded as an expert in any family.


    That is the mainstay of a family. Generally, on the heavenly road, because of the suppression of the rules of the heavenly road, the experts in the Holy Land and the great holy land cannot give full play to their full strength. So basically, I won''t do it.


    Therefore, it is particularly crucial to measure the real strength of a family and one party''s forces, and the number of religious leaders.


    "Which big man is the creature represented by the purple smoke?"


    Luo Yan sat in the tent and tasted the tea carefully, which was a lady''s self-talk.


    Fang Yue told Luo Yan the location of his tent before his aura disappeared, and Luo Yan found it.


    Unfortunately, it''s still just a Reiki separation here.


    "Fang Yue, are you so afraid of death? Just show a spirit in front of me?"


    Luo Yan looked at Fang Yue and said seriously.


    Fang Yue also nodded seriously. In this world, I still think Xiaoming is the most important.


    "However, the purple bell just now was really powerful. Shaking it gently broke my Reiki avatar. Although it was caught off guard, the purple bell was definitely a divine magic weapon."


    Fang Yue is still worried. His aura is not weak. In addition to treasures and flesh, all other aspects are as good as his own.


    He has never been killed by anyone.


    Even a saint level strong man can never do this.


    "It''s a mountain and river bell. It''s really one of the heavenly Dharma tools of your universe. This should be a common sense. Why, don''t you even know this?"


    Luo Yan was surprised. Fang Yue, who seemed to be mature, had a terrible lack of knowledge in some aspects.


    Fang Yue has white eyes.


    "I''m just an ordinary little friar in the early stage of rotation. How can I know what the divine level magic tools are!"


    Fang Yue strongly defended.


    Luo Yan has no choice but to take Fang Yue.


    In a way, Fang Yue is right.


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


    However, Fang Yue''s means are absolutely comparable to the strong ones at the religious master level. Even sometimes, Luo Yan doubts whether Fang Yue is the reincarnation of a saint.


    "Shanhe Dang is indeed a top ranked magic instrument in the world. Even among the heavenly Dharma instruments, it can squeeze into the top ten levels. However, the purple gas only imitates part of the power of Shanhe Dang, which is still a difference of 18000 miles compared with the real Dharma instrument itself!"


    Luo Yan introduced it in detail.


    She was not naive enough to think that a simple form could identify each other.


    "You are a person from the other side of the universe. How can you know all the strong ones in our world? In case you don''t know the owner of the purple smoke?"


    Fang Yue said with a smile. He doesn''t think Luo Yan''s hard thinking will have any good results.


    "No, I must know this man! I feel a familiar smell in the purple smoke."


    Luo Yan was stubborn, and Yue said firmly.


    Zhang Qiankun said timidly, "why don''t I do divination?"


    "Are you a diviner?"


    "Are you going to die?"


    Fang Yue and Luo Yan spoke at the same time, but the contents were completely different.


    Zhang Qiankun doesn''t know what they have experienced, but he has just invested in Fang Yue''s camp, hoping to shine and show his value.


    That''s why he put forward this proposal.


    "I am indeed a diviner, but my divination is only limited to the level below the leader''s territory. If the creatures beyond this level are just the reverse bite of the way of heaven, I can''t bear it. I refuse divination!"


    When Zhang Qiankun saw Fang Yue''s reaction, he vaguely noticed a trace of fishiness.


    The characters Fang Yue talked about with the mysterious woman were afraid of their own high level, so high that he didn''t even have the qualification to divine a little.


    "It doesn''t matter, Fang Yue. This is your man. I won''t pit him. The more detailed the divination, the higher the level of life, the greater the price to pay, and the stronger the scourge to encounter. However, if you just vaguely divine the outline information of the other party, there should be no big problem!"


    Luo Yan patted his chest and said with a guaranteed ticket.


    She really wants to know each other''s identity.


    Even this picture of heaven and earth can give her some vague information.


    "And that?"


    Fang Yue looks at Zhang Qiankun suspiciously. Zhang Qiankun is a card in Fang Yue''s hand. The profession of diviner is very rare.


    If he is brought back to the earth, he will certainly make a great contribution to dealing with the disaster of the earth.


    Zhang Qiankun hesitated and nodded slightly: "there is indeed such a saying."


    "However, leapfrog divination, the scourge will come. This is absolutely impossible to stop! Even if it''s just a vague outline, I can''t bear it!"


    Zhang Qiankun said the ugly words in front. He also wanted to see Fang Yue, a man whose fate could not be divined, dominate the situation and surpass everything.


    "This is no problem. I can resist the natural disaster for you!"


    Luo Yan volunteered. She thought that she was a noble sage. Couldn''t she resist the disaster of a diviner?


    Fang Yue''s face was rather gloomy. It seemed that this time things could not be stopped.


    "Wait, I''ll arrange the array!"


    For Luo Yan, Fang Yue always feels unreliable. Although the other party is a strong saint, he lacks the temperament that a saint should have - calm, sophisticated, mature, etc.


    Luo Yan said he could resist the disaster for Zhang Qiankun. He always felt unreliable.


    "Don''t you trust me? Fang Yue, what do you mean?"


    Luo Yan asked Fang Yue, but it didn''t smell aggressive. Instead, it was a bit like anger and joke among friends.


    Fang Yue didn''t care. One pole array flags were arranged. There were 168 pole array flags in total. Each pole array flag was a magic weapon at the level of yin and Yang.


    The array arranged by Fang Yue this time is called heaven and earth yin-yang array. It is a saint level defense array, and even ranks quite high.


    The saint level array is naturally arranged with the saint level array flag, which can give full play to its power.


    However, where did Fang Yue get the 168 Saint level array flags? Even these array flags in yin-yang environment were made by Fang Yue himself with the materials he bought despite his headache!


    The array flag is put away. Fang Yue sits in the middle of the array flag and is responsible for controlling the array.


    "Can I start divination?"


    Zhang Qiankun was also very disturbed by Fang Yue.


    The object of his divination may be so powerful that he can''t imagine.


    A saint, or a great saint?


    This is the limit of Zhang Qiankun''s imagination.


    If he knew that the other party was just a breath, he would defeat Luo Yan, who had reached the peak of the sage realm, and run away. Even if he gave him 10000 courage, he didn''t dare to deduce the other party''s identity, even a trace of outline.


    "Let''s go!"


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


    Zhang Qiankun lowered his head and said something. A yarrow was burning in his hand.


    This yarrow is an exclusive prop of a diviner. With a spell, the smoke from this yarrow can produce infinite changes.


    These changes can produce endless inspiration.


    This kind of inspiration is the clue to find the truth!


    The smoke of yarrow shrouded the sky and gradually formed a vast starry sky.


    In the center of the starry sky, a vague figure gradually took shape.


    This moment.


    The nebula is chaotic and everything changes.


    The phantom of the starry sky and the outline of the figure dissipated, becoming a pair of cold eyes and people present.