He immediately concentrated on his mind, held the hexagram banner tightly, and all his consciousness condensed, poured into the iron sword blade. He thought and moved his mind, and ran the art of the River Map.

In a moment, the tip of the iron sword rippled rapidly with a tremor visible to the naked eye. It was like a glimmer of light like a spot of stars, and the fluorescent fire seemed to float, lingering from the tip of the sword, gathering more and more.

A strange light lit up in the dark and silent bedroom.

Then, all the glimmer of stars and spots seemed to be sprinkling a net, floating around the bed tent, gradually forming a faint and visible pattern.

Chen Fusheng suppressed the joy in his heart, used his eyesight to carefully identify the scene on the mesh pattern of the spot.

This is the hexagram formed by the River Map, and it is different in various ways.

Sometimes it is a hexagram, sometimes it is a development of things, sometimes it is a path guide, etc., which require Taoist practitioners to infer based on experience.

Chen Fusheng stared at him carefully.

On the hexagram pattern, it seems that there is a fox with a smooth red hair.

In the midst of ever-changing changes, the fox sometimes looks like a woman, sometimes looks like a beast, unpredictable and looming.

"Hmm? Is it her?"

Chen Fusheng couldn't help but be surprised.
Chapter completed!