Chapter 33: Innate Divine Calculation Shifts Heaven and Changes Destiny (Seeking Push and Collection)

  Long fingers kept flipping the crimson jade pendant, Yi Chu's face was a blur of confusion. Apart from its warm body temperature, Yi Chu couldn't see any other effects of the Chi Yang treasure.

  Yi Chu had already wasted half a day's energy, and didn't want to continue thinking about it. Instead, he casually took out the storage bag given by Wang Luo Yi. Since Wang Luo Yi was already dead, Yi Chu didn't use any effort at all to open the storage bag. Having learned from the previous experience of opening Xue Sha Zi's storage bag, Yi Chu did not directly dump everything inside the bag out.

  This Wang Luo Yi is indeed one of the Seven Swords and Thirteen Hawks of Tai Hua Men, although he hasn't reached the level of Xian Tian, but the space inside his storage bag is twice as large as that of Blood Kill Son. However, unfortunately, clothes and miscellaneous items have already occupied half of the space in this storage bag.

  A bottle of Luoxia Dan, with more than 500 pills, and the orange-colored Dan medicine is even more than ten times that. From this, it can be seen that Wang Luo's status is absolutely not comparable to the two Taoist priests, Yixin and Yifei.

  Feng Guang Jian Jue, this is another major gain for Yi Chu on Wang Luo's body. This sword technique is not a flying sword cultivation technique, it mainly uses ordinary long swords, but at this time, it is the most suitable for Yi Chu.

  No magic weapons, no flying swords. This was undoubtedly the most regrettable thing for Yi Chu. As for Wang Luo, it was possible that he wanted to obtain the Shiyang Xianjian, so there wasn't even a second-rate flying sword in his hand. As for magic tools, the rope was still tied around the Soul-Devouring Python, and although Yi Chu's eyes were greedy, he didn't have the guts to release the python.

  After checking his gains, Yi Chu settled down in this sealed mountain cave. With over a thousand elixirs on hand, he didn't have to worry about food for the time being.

  ……

  Outside the dark mountain stream, a tens of feet long soul-eating python was still suspended in mid-air. Not far from its body, the person who had bound it was still lying on the ground with their eyes wide open and unblinking. The blood that had flowed rapidly at first had now disappeared without a trace.

  "Whoosh", a long rainbow tore through the sky, and a figure accompanied this astonishing rainbow, arriving instantly above the mountain stream. This person wore a cyan Daoist robe, with a silver eight trigrams symbol shining brightly on his chest.

  "Who is it?! Which bastard killed my disciple!" The Taoist saw Wang Luo lying on the ground, let out a loud whistle towards the sky, and with a wave of his hand, a cyan light shot out from his palm and heavily struck the body of the Soul Devouring Python.

  The enormous body, under the cyan light, instantly turned into a bloody mist that filled the sky. The long rope that bound the Soul-Devouring Python also turned into fragments of rope in the Taoist's palm as he swung it.

  What a great anger, what a powerful strength! This long rope is not good, but it itself is a kind of magic weapon. To destroy the magic weapon directly with one's hands, this person's strength can be imagined!

  He lifted up Wang Luo's lifeless body, and a bloody redness filled the Taoist's eyes. To the Taoist, Wang Luo was a treasure, considered a genius who would carry on their lineage, yet he had died here.

  This road of fate, when Wang Luo arrived, he had already calculated it clearly and should be safe. However, even so, he still used his connections to let the Taohuamen send out Song Yuanchen and Luo Haibin, two important disciples listed among the Seven Swords and Thirteen Hawks, to come and protect him.

  "Greetings, Master Ruyi." Song Yuanchen and Luo Haibin, who had rushed from afar, said respectfully as they looked at the Taoist priest with a painful expression.

  "Why? Why did Luo Yi have to die?" Like a bolt of lightning, the eyes of the Taoist priest flashed between Song Yuanchen and Luo Haibin, his voice thundering with rage.

  As Ru Yi Dao Ren's anger rose, a wave of pressure poured down on the two like a tidal wave! It seemed that if their answer couldn't satisfy Ru Yi Dao Ren, he wouldn't mind tearing them apart!

  "Ding", a clear and crisp sword hum emitted from Song Yuanchen's sword, shining brightly like the stars in the sky, tightly enveloping Song Yuanchen within. The Tianxuan Sword sensed its master was under threat, so at this moment, it automatically unsheathed itself to protect him.

  The clear sword hum, made the originally frantic mind of Yuanyi Dao Ren suddenly clear. He looked at Song Yuandust floating like an immortal under the silver light, and his eyebrows furrowed. Although Song Yuandust's current status was not as high as his, as one of the most important seven swords among the Seven Swords and Thirteen Eagles, Song Yuandust's importance to Taihuamen was far beyond what Yuanyi Dao Ren could compare to!

  The surging aura slowly receded, and the Daoist Yidao gazed coldly at Song Yuanchen before speaking in a light tone: "Yuanchen, my junior, what exactly is going on here?"

  "Master Shu is skilled in prenatal divination, and it's better for him to calculate than to let you speak, Yuen Chen." Song Yuenchen's voice was icy cold, showing respect for Master Shu while also conveying a distant indifference that kept people at arm's length.

  Lu Hai Bin didn't dare to make a sound at this time, although he was also one of the Seven Swords and Thirteen Eagles, but compared to Song Yuan Chen's status, it was simply incomparable. At this moment, he was frightened and fearful that this Master would point his spearhead at himself.

  "Haha, okay, Yuan Chen Shizhong has reminded me this time. I'd like to see who killed my disciple this time." The laughter of Ruyi Dao Ren was extremely cold and dry, without a hint of joy.

  Several golden leaves shimmering with a faint golden light floated in mid-air under the manipulation of the As-You-Wish Daoist. The void enveloped by the golden leaves began to flicker strangely at this moment.

  "The innate divine calculation, the heavenly change of the dipper." As the Daoist spoke, a streak of cyan light shot straight into the space enclosed by the six golden plates.

  A blue light illuminated the void, within the golden foil, a strange picture slowly appeared. In the picture, Wang Luo's face was extremely excited as he stretched out his hand to grab the dazzling sword that shone like the sun.

  “Bang”, a red bead, heavily hit Wang Luo Yi's head. A few drops of blood, like falling plum blossoms, splattered across the sky and earth. On this endless crimson glow, a face with a clear complexion but with a hint of disdain appeared before their eyes.

  "It's him! He killed my disciple, I'll kill him, kill that dog!" Like a madman, Wang Luo's body fell to the ground, his anger burning fiercely as he let out a loud roar. His gnashing teeth and clenched fists seemed to be itching to grab Yichu and flay him alive at that very moment.

  "The universe has no bounds, observe all living things, show me now!" The Taoist's fingers lightly snapped, and two rays of light shot towards the mirror like lightning. This time he wanted to see where the person who killed his disciple was hiding.

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