All Heavens Gou Xian

Chapter 636 Measure the rain in front of the black emperor

"about to die?!"

Lord Yanglin's eyes flickered with a stern look, he is already a celestial being, he can be said to live the same life as the heaven and the earth, and the same age as the sun and the moon, unless the calamity comes and a new heaven is changed, the lifespan of the celestial being is infinite.

Putting it outside the void can also open up a world, close the door and call it the ancestor, and create the world as a god.

Which mortal, who doesn't know how to live or die, dares to judge the death of the Dragon Clan Celestial Immortal!

"Take me to meet the fortune teller in the north of the city!" A pair of golden vertical pupils stared at the mortal ruthlessly, and Lord Yang Lin sneered: "I want to see whose time of death has come!"

"Mr. Yanglin?" There was a hint of panic in the eyes of the rich businessman, and he realized that the Mr. Yanglin in front of him was completely different from the modest gentleman in his impression.

A real dragon dormant and dormant may feel cute, but when he stretches his teeth and claws and spreads his scales, he is undoubtedly a giant beast, a monster in the world, and the name of a beast is based on its absolute strength.

I have been lurking in Chentangguan for many days, and I am already impatient. Lord Yanglin said coldly: "Since you have seen through, then I don't have to pretend to be a gentleman anymore."

"Show me the way, or I'll throw you into the sea as bait."

The rich businessman was dumbfounded, what did I see through?I don't know anything? !
But under the icy gaze of the golden vertical pupil, the rich merchant swallowed his saliva, and instead of resisting, he showed the way to Lord Yanglin tremblingly.

Then welcoming the rich businessman is not a glimmer of life, but a bloody mouth.

"Ow."

Lord Yanglin smashed his mouth, ready to taste the taste of flesh and blood, but the expected taste of blood did not come, instead a smell of rotten grains in the world filled his mouth.

"Fuck!" Yang Lin-jun vomited quickly, as if he had eaten the worst food in the world.

Waves of anger swept over, Lord Yanglin's hands trembled, and there was a hint of killing intent in his pupils. In the next second, this real dragon of the celestial rank was about to go mad.

Suddenly, the dragon-shaped jade pendant around his waist felt a burst of coolness, forcing Lord Yanglin to calm down.

After the impulse, it is often fear.

"The calamity enters the body, the calamity enters the body?!" Lord Yanglin murmured in horror while holding the broken jade pendant

If he dared to kill in the big city of the human race, let alone the son of the dragon king, he would be the son of the ancestor dragon, and it would also be the end of reincarnation.

Lord Yanglin gritted his teeth and was about to throw away his plan to leave Chentangguan, and fled back to Dragon Palace.

Hurriedly walking to the gate of the city, Mr. Yanglin suddenly remembered something. A fortune teller in the north of the city sent a coffin for him. Maybe he was responsible for the smell of rotten grains in the world.

How can I turn a blind eye to such a person in Chentangguan? !You have to find out who he is.

After hesitating, Lord Yanglin stopped and walked towards the north of the city.

"Jie Qi has just left, it is impossible to invade so quickly, I will go for a while, just for a while!"

With a fluke mentality, Lord Yanglin rushed all the way to the north of the city. During the Double Ninth Festival on the ninth day of September, the stalls in the north of the city were crowded with people. Thousands of people came to Mr. Luo for fortune-telling.

Looking at the sea of ​​people, Lord Yang Lin frowned, trying to figure out a way to squeeze in.Suddenly, a yellow talisman fell from the sky and hit Lord Yanglin.

There was silence all around, and then the crowd of onlookers automatically gave way.

"The one who won the lottery today... is actually Mr. Yanglin from the south of the city?" A spectator in a teahouse asked in surprise.
Mr. Yanglin holds his own supernatural powers, never believes in Yidao, algorithms, mathematics, and scoffs at fortune-telling.I have never been to the north of the city.She doesn't know anything about Mr. Luo's fortune-telling rules.

Under everyone's clamorous explanations, Mr. Yanglin finally understood that Mr. Luo opened the hangup on the ninth day of each month and tested nine people at a time.

Those with the highest price in the first three will get it, those in urgent need of the middle three will get it, and the last three will be given to those who are destined.

Looking at the end of the passage, there are green bamboo walls on all sides, futons all over the room, paintings of Radiant Tianzun on both sides, and the figure of the ancestor of the nuclear explosion hanging high on the seat.In the center of the lobby, there is a majestic fortune teller in a purple electric black robe.Lord Yanglin began to hesitate a little, this Taoist seems to have some supernatural powers, don't just leave now.

"People who are about to die, why come to tell the fortune." Mr. Luo said leisurely
Mr. Yanglin has an arrogant personality and has always been extremely capable of fighting, so he couldn't help but retort: ​​"How do you know I'm going to die!"

Mr. Luo smiled slightly and said: "The so-called number of days is determined by God, and the poor way is just an interpretation."

Mr. Yanglin sneered: "Where are you Fang Taiyi Immortal, and which Da Luo Zun are you, you dare to speak nonsense about the number of days, and you are not afraid that the wind will flash your tongue."

"Just say yes? What if it's not true?"

Mr. Luo stretched out his hand to ask: "Are you sure, you won't know if you test it?!"

"I dare not say that I have known for 500 years, but I still have three or four hundred years."

Speaking of this, Lord Yanglin was furious, and his competitive spirit was aroused, and he shouted angrily: "The Taoist, what if the calculation is not accurate?"

The fortune teller Luo Xiantian laughed loudly: "It's up to you!"

"Good! Good! Good!" Yang Lin-jun laughed loudly: "If you are not allowed, I will destroy your facade, tear up your signboard, and drive you out of Chentangguan immediately. You are not allowed to confuse people here."

Mr. Luo was calm and calm, and said indifferently: "Then sit down and tell your fortune, I don't know what Lord Yanglin wants to count, what do you want to bet on?!"

Lord Yang Lin thought about it, this Taoist is quite impressive, maybe he has great powers, if he figured out other things, he would be a sure loser.

My Dragon Clan is the god of water. I am born to be able to make clouds and rain. You might as well ask him about rain.

Having made up his mind, Lord Yanglin said loudly: "Listen up, Taoist, let me ask you, Beihuang Daze, when will it rain? What time? What is the number of rain?"

There was an uproar at the scene, and everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing where the North Wilderness Daze was.

Mr. Luo smiled slightly and asked, "But go west to the Northern Wilderness, which is 3000 trillion miles away?"

Lord Yanglin, the water god of Beihuang Daze, was taken aback for a moment, and then said: "Of course, that Taoist should not waste time, answer me quickly!"

Mr. Luo looked strange, if Mr. Yanglin asked about other periods, he would have to go through some trouble.But the matter of rivers, lakes, seas and rainwater, hehe...

Mr. Luo pretended to ponder, counted with his fingers, and wrote the conclusion with a pen.

"Tomorrow will be cloudy, when it is ugly, there will be thunder, when it will rain, when it will be rainy, and when it will be rainy, the water will rise by three hundred feet?!"

Lord Yanglin, the water god of the Northern Wilderness, couldn't help laughing. The Northern Wilderness is so vast, it's almost the size of a small world, and the water has risen by three hundred feet, thanks to this Taoist!
"Taoist, you are ready to lose your reputation!" Lord Yanglin roared, and walked away with his hands behind his back, full of satisfaction.

"Sir, he's deceiving people too much! Who can calculate the 3000 trillion miles away accurately." A hanger said indignantly

Mr. Luo shook his head and smiled, and waved: "No need to worry, no need to worry."

In the front, there was a black emperor who measured the rain in front of him, and later, he played a sword in front of Guan Gong's gate.

(End of this chapter)