Chapter 121: Practice the Soul-Determination Technique

Fang Zhuxin's reaction was extremely fast, and she instantly retracted, closed the door, and opened the restriction on the door.

"Murong Bo, how could he come here?" Fang Zhuxin was confused and suppressed the shock and a little fear in her heart. Facing a great monk with a little resistance, it was fake to say that he was not afraid.

"I don't know, it's impossible for me to really come to find you, right?" Hun Lao said with a little concern. "Some magical powers that deduce Tianji may not be able to find you."

"Impossible. There are so many people in the world who want to find me, but I am not at ease now? Besides, Chu Tianci is my pseudonym, how could he come to me?" Fang Zhuxin vetoed.

"Hmph, what do you know? These techniques of calculating such as the Yizi of Plum Blossoms and the Ziwei Douzi of Purple and the calcification of the numbers are all involved in cause and effect. Even gods cannot calculate a stranger who has no reason. But you have a grudge against Murong Bo to kill his son, which is a huge cause and effect. Even if you use a pseudonym, as long as he can obtain some of your old things or hair, it is not impossible to calculate." The old man said cautiously.

"This is not good news." Fang Zhuxin said with a pale face.

"It's also possible that he just happened to come here." The old man comforted him, and then said: "Fortunately you live in this inn with many eyes, with people coming and going. Even if he found this place, you have changed your appearance and aura, and your cultivation level is even higher than the Xuan Realm of Transformation, hehehe..."

Fang Zhuxin sighed when she heard this.

Yes, I am not in a sparsely populated wilderness now. If I was blocked by Murong Bo under that situation, it would be really like the yellow muddy trouser. It was either shit or shit. But in this inn where people come and go, business is prosperous, and the backend is not weak, Murong Bo would not dare to drive out all the guests here, and then confirm his identity one by one, right?

"But this can be hidden for a while, but it can't be hidden for a lifetime." Fang Zhuxin understood that it would be fine if he didn't move, but if he moved, his identity might be exposed.

"Practice, practice the soul-determination technique of heaven. After practicing this technique, from now on, human calculations are not as good as heaven-preservation. If you have to reach the realm of the divine source heaven, otherwise no one will be able to calculate you." The old man of the soul glanced at Fang Zhuxin and said, "There is no need to give up the Haoyuan Golden Pill. With one breath, you can cultivate this magical power."

"The "Finding Heavenly True Kung" also has a magical power similar to avoiding the secrets of heaven. I wonder which one is better?" Fang Zhuxin asked casually when she thought of it.

"Well, I guess this kind of supernatural power recorded in the Soul Sutra is stronger. Perhaps the supernatural powers in the Soul Sutra are not as powerful as the "Feng Tian Zhen Gong" in frontal attacks, but they are more strange and unpredictable and have many changes. The Soul Sutra is stronger than the "Feng Tian Zhen Gong"." Hun Lao thought for a while and replied. "In fact, there are generally similar supernatural powers in the complete inheritance, each with its exquisiteness."

"I understand." Fang Zhuxin nodded, "Please teach me the skills."

"Remember the mantra first. Fate is impermanent, the great way is determined, and destiny is supreme..." The old man taught Fang Zhuxin's mantra of the soul-determination technique, and asked Fang Zhuxin to patiently comprehend ten days.

Fang Zhu turned pressure into motivation, completely put Murong Bo's arrival behind him, and began to fully understand and study the meaning and charm of these new formulas.

Fang Zhuxin is sure that this place is also a major border town in Dashen. Fang Zhuxin is not sure how powerful the background of Tianxiang Yaju is, but it is certain that Murong Bo dared to provoke it for no reason, otherwise Tianxiang Yaju would no longer have to do business in the future.

If Murong Bo dares to do this, Fang Zhuxin will wake up when she falls asleep.

Ten days later, the Hun Old Master guided Fang Zhuxin to practice the destiny of the Heavenly Soul-Determination Art according to the previous method. Fang Zhuxin became cruel and took out a total of six Haoyuan Jindans.

Before practicing the Soul-Slaying Blade, I only used three Haoyuan Jindan, which saved me three months of normal cultivation. Otherwise, even if there were guidance from a famous master, I would only practice my own true energy and practice my magical powers, and after exhausting my true energy, I would have to meditate and reply. This would take two and a half months without three months.

There is no doubt that the function of the Haoyuan Golden Pill is to minimize the amount of time required for cultivation. Otherwise, Lei Yong would not have spoken wildly to a large number of Haoyuan Golden Pills and would have caught up with Yuan Jianfeng. You should know that in addition to the magical power fruit, although he has obtained many magical power cultivation methods, he has no guidance from a famous master. If he wants to practice successfully, he will find out the correct method of condensation of magical powers before practicing. Of course, Lei Yong, who has a large number of Haoyuan Golden Pills, can also force his magical powers to be successfully cultivated without asking the order. And his speed will definitely not be slower than that of Zhuxin!

The heavenly low-level auxiliary elixir is so powerful that it can be exchanged for time. Otherwise, Lei Yong, who was still in the Xuan Realm at that time, would not dare to shout the slogans of Di Xuan and Ten Years of Tian Xuan.

The Heavenly Destiny Soul-Determination Technique has a total of 562 strokes, which is more complicated than the Soul-Slaying Blade and is even more difficult to practice. As for the third great power, the Great Freedom Heaven Realm, it is the most difficult and complex, with a total of 936 strokes.

Fang Zhuxin was immersed in the cultivation of supernatural powers, and was unable to wake up from the state of entering into meditation and cultivation.

Just in the guest room three rooms away from Fang Zhuxin's room, four middle-aged or young monks were sitting together. Murong Bo, who was most afraid of Fang Zhuxin, was also among them.

"Brother Murong is here for that thing?" asked a monk dressed in a middle-aged Taoist priest.

"Brother Chen Long, I'm not hiding it. I'm here to track down a hateful enemy who killed his son. That boy was so slick that he actually ran out on the excuse. For this reason, I finally got the hair of the bastard boy, and then traveled thousands of miles overseas to seek Tianji Sanren to refine a positioning compass, and then found here and met you three at the door." Murong Bo was so angry that his face turned red and his hands were tightly clenched.

"You have found this place? There are so many people here, so it's hard to find it. Besides, we all know what the background of Tianxiang Yaju is, Brother Murong should be calm! Just as we received the news, that thing is about to be born, why don't Murong Bo participate?" A young man dressed in a scholar shook a white paper fan and said leisurely. The young man was extremely handsome, but his face was a bit weird.

"This white-faced scholar said very well. If you have the compass of Tianji Sanren in your hand, when can't you find your enemy to kill? But this opportunity is extremely rare. If you miss it, you don't know if you can run into it again. This transaction is not worth it!" A middle-aged man dressed in a small golden abacus in his left hand and whip his right hand from time to time, responded.

"This... OK, I'll count it as a share." Murong Bo responded simply.

"Hahaha... That's right. Our brothers haven't seen each other for nearly a hundred years. Come and drink until you get drunk." Jin Supan laughed and said, "Come on, come and have a drink!" The sound actually penetrated the sound insulation ban and reached the counter below.

"How long will it take? If time is not in a hurry, why don't you help me solve my major problems?" Murong Bo only had one son in his life, and he only got a son in his old age. He loved him very much, but now he has lost his beloved son. Although many years have passed, Murong Bo still gritted his teeth when he thinks about it.

If Fang Zhuxin knew Murong Bo’s thoughts, he would probably shout for injustice. Even if he didn’t take action on the incident back then, Murong Qian would be dead. To be serious, Fang Zhuxin also helped Murong Bo to avenge his son.

"It's still early, I guess it's only half a year later, right? Well, let's take a look for you." Taoist Chen Long nodded and responded.

"That bastard boy, named Chu Tianci, is twenty-seven or eight years old, tall and thin. This is his appearance, and this person's cultivation is only innate." Murong Bo used his magic power to virtualize Fang Zhuxin's appearance.

"Innate Realm? I said, Brother Murong, are you getting back and forth? A small junior in the innate Realm needs to mobilize such a group of people? If this is to be spread, how can we guys get along?" The white-faced scholar put away the fan and said in surprise.

"Hmph, do you think I don't want to kill him directly? But this kid is so cunning. He either hides in the inner sect of the Yanlei Tian Sect and doesn't come out, or quietly leaves the mountain gate and disappears from the distance." Murong Bo was furious when he heard this, and he wanted to bite him to death at Fang Zhu.

The four old guys with high cultivation had no idea that the people they were talking about were three rooms apart. At this moment, Fang Zhuxin devoted himself to the cultivation.

Just as the eyes of the four people were constantly circulating among the many juniors who were coming and going, searching for suspicious objects. Their appearance and figure could actually be changed, but it was not easy to escape their eyes. Murong Bo fiddled with the positioning compass, which was surely positioned in this Tianxiang Yaju. In other words, the enemy who killed his son was next to Murong Bo, and he didn't know where to hide.
Chapter completed!