I Just Want To Be Quiet

Ji Chang floated up in the air, swam his eyes around.

After looking at the surrounding environment, he nodded slightly. This place was an abyss in the dreamland. There were a large number of "primordial immortals" inhabiting, and their cultivation bases were generally strong, according to the information mastered by the natural teachings.

In the Dream of Fallen Immortal Origin, the abyss is divided into nineteen layers.

Every time you go down, the strength of the "Yuanxian" goes up.

Those at the bottom of the abyss had an unimaginable level of cultivation.

However, compared to the starry sky, the danger of the abyss is really nothing.

After all, in the starry sky, sleeping "Old Immortal" who is more dangerous than "Original Immortal", and hidden in the most powerful Three Pillar Immortal in the Dream of Fallen Immortal!

Thinking of this, Ji Changfu felt it seriously, and soon frowned.

Gui Hengqiu and Chu Mo are now in the abyss. Although the number of layers is different from him, it is no surprise that the two have become his immortals because of the extremely close connection with him.

It's just that Brother Kang is nowhere to be seen?

what happened?

Ji Changfu groaned slightly, and was born to teach his superiority and inferiority based on his birth. There is a huge gap between each level of birth.

For this reason, as the young leader, Gui Hengqiu, Chu Mo, and Kang Shaoyin are only true biography. They are his subordinates in this world, bound by rules, and recognized by the unconscious mind.

According to the rules of multi-line dreams, these three juniors and sisters, as soon as they enter the dream, they should automatically become his slaves.

But now, how did Junior Brother Kang get rid of this?

He couldn't help frowning: "One less person... forget it, as long as you don't die, you can always find it next."

"This time entering the desert of Eternal Night is very hasty, and lacks the support of the reincarnation tower. The level of danger is higher than when my father came before. I don't know how much improvement."

"I have finally come in right now, and I must not fall short."

"I must complete this transformation before discovering that I have lost my cultivation base during the teaching!"

"otherwise……"

Thinking of his brothers and sisters, Ji Changfu's eyes were slightly cold.

At this moment, a loud pleading came from my ears: "Funian...Dangerous and poor...Born in the end...Today's embarrassment...Fu Yuan contemplates poverty, a little bit of love... Cuncheng...without any responsibility...the ultimate, sincere words."

"We... the chief inspector... the body and mind are swearing, and the evil will be suppressed... the ant's ambition... until death... no responsibility... a sincere word."

"...The Godhead of Weisi...may pray to come... Miasma... sickness... longevity..."

"Funian...jiumu...fuyuan...pray...with splendor from the inside...glorious and radiance from the outside...shensheng..."

After listening for a while, Ji Chang floated one of the prayers.

Suddenly, a scene emerged in his mind: it was a young girl of twenty-eight years.

Her dress is gorgeous, with hairpins full of temples, and a pair of jade bracelets on her wrists are like pure spring water condensation.

However, the complexion is dark, the waist is as thick as a bucket, and the appearance is very humble.

Kneeling alone in a room with closed doors and windows at the moment, crying and praying in a low voice.

Ji Changfu's perspective is exactly the **** she worshipped.

He didn't speak. After observing for a while, he gathered a little strength in the air, and wrote a cloud seal "floating" in the air in front of the girl.

This is his honorific title.

The girl caught a glimpse of the light from the corner of her eyes, looked up, suddenly gasped, and screamed: "The fairy has appeared!!"

This voice quickly alarmed all the servants outside. Everyone hadn't heard clearly through the door, but Miss Dao rushed in in a hurry, seeing the word "floating" clearly.

Before long, the entire magnificent mansion was shocked. Looking at the word "floating" that appeared out of thin air, the expressions were different, some were surprised, some were at a loss, and others showed fear and looked at each other, and they all lost their color in amazement: "Xianji" !"

"This is a fairy trail..."

"The fairy responded to Miss..."

"Is it a "floating" fairy?"

"What did the lady beg for?"

Observing this, Ji Changfu withdrew his gaze, but he did not satisfy the other party's wishes at all.

He currently does not intend to satisfy any wishes, only intends to pass on his own honor first.

You must wait until the mortal specifically prays for this honorable name before you formally respond.

Because these lingering prayers...he is not the only one who can hear them.

It's easy to reveal the traces if you rush to shoot.

Immediately afterwards, Ji Changfu's heart moved and took out a piece of blood.

This is the blood of those alien madmen in the desert of Yongye.

In this fallen fairy dream realm, all the magic talisman in this world cannot be used.

But the materials taken from Yongye Desert are not restricted.

Ji Changfu wrote the real names and titles of Gui Hengqiu and Chu Mo in the air with the blood of a foreign madman, and then started carefully drawing a very complicated rune with this as the center.

He had just entered the dreamland, and there was not enough immortal position at the moment, and he could not directly cross the vast distance to contact Congxian. You can only use the blood of the alien madness to use the water mirror technique to contact the two juniors.

After a while, the drawing was completed, Ji Changfu pinched the tactics at will, and the rune immediately appeared with two **** water mirrors, each showing the figures of Gui Hengqiu and Chu Mo.

Looking at these two fellows, he faintly ordered: "Don't worry about those prayers, focus on investigating the abyss, and look for the "primordial immortal" we can deal with."

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In the stars.

The endless void, countless stars are quietly suspended.

Yu Xuezhao opened her eyes and looked around. She didn't see her dog owner. She was slightly confused, but soon she stopped paying attention to such trivial matters.

After all, she is used to being dropped by the dog owner...

At this moment, a pleading sounded in her ear: "Wei Xianxi...Jiang Chief Chief...Fu Yuanshang God Cimin...enlighten the eldest son...without any enthusiasm...respectful words."

"...Pray for rain...Chang Yang... Dan Ken, pray for... Lingze... Lingde... The enthusiasm is down."

"Fu Yi... true saint... Fu is willing to be able to bear with his strength, with blessings..."

"Funian Nan's is young...there is often more sorrow, but peace is less...Fuyuan...gou found peace..."

Um?

what is this?

Yu Xuezhao looked around, but there was nothing but an endless sea of ​​stars. But the words of prayer poured into her ears like a tide.

She listened with a curious look, but she had no idea about fame or something.

Therefore, after listening patiently for a while, Yu Xuezhao's attention soon fell into the prayer of rain.

The next moment, a cracked ground appeared before her eyes.

For thousands of miles in the red land, the people don't live a life.

At the head of a certain city, on the memorial table decorated with clusters of flowers, three sacrifices have been listed, and fruits and vegetables have been preserved.

Several officials in brocade robe and black gauze, all sweating, knelt down not far away with a solemn expression, looking at the ceremony, one was stomped and clothed in feather cloak, with a rune engraved on his waist. Priest of magical implements.

At this moment, with the sound of the next bell chime, the priest is dancing hoarsely.

"Sacrifice!"

After a frantic dance, the priest, with big waist and round waist, could see that he was strong and strong. His face was already red and sweat was raining, but he didn't care about wiping, and shouted: "Sacrifice to God..."

Before the words fell, under the city wall, several condemned prisoners who had been pushed to the ground had already been pushed to the ground. The sign behind them was taken off. The executioner looked serious, and at the same time he drew his sword, brandished it, and returned the sheath...

Several great heads rolled to the ground accompanied by pillars of blood rising into the sky.

Immediately someone rushed up, picked up the head, wiped it briefly, put it in an ebony gilded lacquer plate, and then quickly sent it to the altar at the head of the city.