ancient prehistoric

Chapter 1 Mayabtian

Visions fell from the sky, the stars shifted, dense clouds covered the moon, and strong winds rose. Pedestrians on the road were all in a hurry, just like divination people, watching the changes in the sky, and then they became calm and calm. This vision is widely known.

It is rumored that Maya predicts the sky and China's catastrophe is inevitable again.

On the side of the road, in an inconspicuous hut, an old fortune teller waved his withered fingers and kept touching the crystal ball. With his skinny palm, every time he slid around, there was a mark.

The accessible white light shot into the ball. After ninety-nine and eighty-one circles, the crystal ball suddenly became extremely smooth, piercing straight through and blinding several people around it.

After a few minutes, everyone regained their eyesight and hurriedly looked at the crystal ball. At this time, the crystal ball had long been dim, with stains of blood hidden on it, and it actually showed the vast land of China thousands of miles away.

On the top of Mount Tai, many monks were flying in the air, sword light rippled, and blood splattered.

Above Kunlun, there are cultivators hidden, flying with swords, forming formations to fight, and leaving corpses floating thousands of miles away.

In the barbaric land, beasts transformed into barbaric cultivators, riding birds, fighting fiercely in the middle-earth, and staining the sky with blood.

In the hinterland of China, there are actually angels fluttering their wings in the sky, and above the Yellow River, monks are competing for cultivation.

The Heavenly Scripture comes out, chaos occurs in China, the Beidou fights, the war between heaven and earth, the Qinglong descends, the world of blood appears, the Niyue is killed, and the world becomes warm.

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"Chi" the fortune teller spat out another mouthful of blood, and his already pale face became even more colorless. Few people knew about this divination technique using the essence of life. Those who inherited it were all gods-given divination techniques, and could not be passed down from masters.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" Long Xingkong looked nervously at the skeletal fortune teller.

"It's okay, I'm a little tired." After a moment of dizziness, the rickety diviner steadied himself and continued to stare at the dim crystal ball.

After seeing that the fortune teller was fine, Long Xingkong asked nervously: "Could the heaven-given vision foretell the catastrophe of China?"

The fortune teller raised his skinny finger, pointed at the vision on the crystal ball, and said: "Well, the catastrophe of China is inevitable again!" After saying that, he spit out another mouthful of blood, and his originally skinny body became even thinner.

The old man who seems to have reached the end of his life is pitiable.

"Master..." Long Xingkong quickly stepped forward to help.

"It's okay. This is just blood congestion in the body. Only by spitting it out can the internal injuries be healed." The fortune teller raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth and declined Long Xingkong's kindness.

"Then, master, is there any solution to the catastrophe in China?"

"God's will is like this, and there is no way to explain it. However, when a catastrophe occurs, there must be people who can overcome it."

"Master, please clarify." Long Xingkong bowed respectfully, stood up and said with his hands raised.

"Just now, the crystal divination revealed that the land of China is fertile and there are wars everywhere. Only one son can stop the war. This son is former Big Dipper and second is Qinglong. He lives in the market. General Long may be hard to find!" With a sigh, the fortune teller walked over tiredly.

In front of the high chair, I sat down with difficulty, breathing heavily.

"Hey, we have to look for it no matter how difficult it is." Long Xingkong shook his head helplessly. China is the inheritance left by the ancestors of the Long family. Even if he sacrifices himself, he must preserve the glory of his ancestors! After thinking for a while, Long

Xingkong looked at the fortune teller's pale face and looked troubled. He had no choice but to beg the fortune teller to divine again. Then he raised his head and said to the fortune teller: "Then please ask the master to divine whether the journey back to China will be peaceful this time."

"Yes." The fortune teller stretched out his hands and began to divine the sky.

However, Long Feiyun, the son of Long Xingkong, saw this action and thought that the fortune teller was asking for money, so he said, "Dad, is he asking for money?"

"Huh!" A cold snort came from the fortune teller's nose.

"Insolent!" Long Xingkong waved his hand and tried to strike, but was stopped by the fortune teller. Then he sat quietly and divined, ignoring everyone.

Long Xingkong's daughter, Long Ling'er, shook one of her father's arms with both hands and whispered: "Dad, don't be angry, my brother doesn't know about it either."

Long Xingkong glared at Nizi and explained: "Maya divination never charges money, Maya divination helps the people eliminate disasters, and they don't hesitate to waste their life essence. You beast, you are talking arrogantly, you, you are so angry

Me."

Long Xingkong pointed at Nizi Long Feiyun, waved his sleeves and stopped talking, focusing on the situation of the fortune teller. This time, he was entrusted by the emperor's brother to go to Maya to divine the catastrophe in China. Although the emperor's brother Long Tian had a premonition, he still couldn't figure it out.

God's will, is this calamity in China really earth-shattering? Is the picture on the crystal ball real? After returning to Beijing this time, I will report it to the emperor's brother, show the world's integrity, and fight to the death.

At this time, the fortune teller closed his eyes and murmured to himself, as if he was talking to the gods, with a respectful expression and a peaceful face. His bamboo-like fingers kept pinching, and rays of light floated in the air, slowly forming a picture:

The waves on the sea were rough, and all kinds of strange beasts were fighting each other. Blood dyed the sea red, and unknown corpses were scattered on the battlefield. Among them was a giant python, which held a beast pill the size of a fist in its mouth and swallowed it in one gulp.

After seeing this scene, Long Xingkong turned pale. Is this what is going to happen? When can we reach China and tell the world about the catastrophe?

Several of Long Xingkong's soldiers crossed the sea by boat and went through all kinds of dangers to reach America. He took his children with him to find the fortune teller, and all the soldiers stayed on the boat. After going for several days, they finally found the ancient fortune teller.

Ancient fortune-tellers were good at divination, all of which were miraculous arts given by God, and no teacher could inherit them. They used their natal essence to predict the catastrophes in the world.

The next best are spiritual fortune tellers, who live in various Mayan tribes and are also known as wizards. They are good at predicting the fate of their own tribe, using stone formations, supplemented by sacrificial objects, and psychic divination.

The rest are ordinary fortune tellers, who predict farming and business methods. They use playing cards to divine fortunes.

People who practice have magical power that reaches the heavens. When their cultivation reaches a state that defies the heavens, they will also have divination powers, but they are just premonitions. Experts can also divine the future of people, and the causes and conditions of events are not as accurate as ancient diviners.

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Long Xingkong watched every move of the fortune teller, fearing that something might happen to his body after the prediction.

Soon, the fortune teller slowly opened his eyes and said: "You can only set off in three days. Do not set off today or tomorrow, otherwise there will be a big disaster. Although there will be no big disaster after three days, small disasters can be avoided."

"So, thank you so much, Master, for your guidance. All across China, we are grateful!" After saying this, Long Xingkong took the lead and bowed deeply to the fortune teller. Long Feiyun and Long Ling'er followed closely behind, bowing deeply.

After walking out of the fortune teller's house, Long Ling'er happily said to Long Xingkong: "Dad, let's travel to America for three days, see the customs and customs of America, and buy some small jewelry for my second sister."

Long Ling'er had long wanted to visit the Mayan Holy Land, and when he saw this opportunity, he certainly wouldn't let it pass.

"Yes, the second sister also said that she must buy some small gifts for her. It's all because dad didn't let her come with her." Long Feiyun also agreed.

"Humph, Qing'er has not liked martial arts since she was a child, so her body is naturally not as strong as yours. How could she cross the East China Sea?" Long Xingkong stroked his sleeves, turned and walked forward, leaving only one sentence, you are here.

Let’s have fun for three days. After three days, we will return to the ship and set off. I will return to the ship first.”

After Long Feiyun and Long Ling'er heard their father's words, they were extremely happy and quickly shuttled through the stores to select various accessories.

At this time, war smoke was everywhere in China, turmoil was rising, and it seemed that it was already facing a catastrophe. However, where are the people who should be catastrophic? The world has no way of knowing. Maya predicted that the people who should be catastrophic in China live in the market, and it is even harder to find them.