Zhuge Zhimo's eyes suddenly lit up, he glanced at his clan brother with a sharp gaze, and slowly sat up.
Zhuge Chi slowly let go of the white paper recording Yue Bufan's latest and most complete files in his hand. The writing on the white paper disappeared and slowly fell.
"If I miss this time, even if Yue Bufan dies, he will never die in your hands.
But the greater possibility is that you will not be his opponent at all, and you will never be able to catch up with his cultivation progress!
You can never take revenge again! "
"Not even the Zhuge family?" Zhuge Zhimo said in a deep voice, making a thick bubbly sound.
"The Zhuge family will not easily make an enemy of a supreme being, especially for a private matter like yours." Zhuge Chi put his hands behind his back, and his figure slowly faded into black and strange fonts, floating around.
Only the sound of distant and near unknown directions is still echoing:
"So Xiaobai, this is your last chance.
I can't stop you from disobeying the master's orders, but do you really want to go against your own heart?
Once you've thought about it, let's go. "
Zhuge Xiaobai sat quietly.
This secret realm of the archive was created by a broken Taoist weapon of the Zhuge family.
The white paper flying all over the sky records the file information of almost everyone in this world.
But only people with authority can touch the white paper and see the content recorded on the white paper.
When I don't touch it, it's just like now, the sky is filled with white paper, like the white paper money in front of the grave, I don't know who I am paying homage to.
"The road is long..." Zhuge Xiaobai sighed, stood up shakily, and his figure slowly dissipated, like a drop of ink stains falling in the water.
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Some people are panicking, and some people are having a big dream.
Sometimes in dreams I transform into a crane.
Zhao Wujiang was dreaming, and he dreamed that he turned into a white crane.
He spread his wings like a white crane and flew high into the sky.
The white clouds are lingering and the breeze is blowing.
He looked at the earth, which was covered with sycamore trees.
Perhaps he felt tired and stayed on a sycamore tree.
Looking left and right, looking here and there.
Suddenly, he felt a familiar breath appear beside him and looked sideways.
It is a phoenix standing quietly and resting on the plane tree.
The two birds looked at each other, and Zhao Wujiang felt a little flustered.
He wanted to say something and opened his mouth to scream:
"Gah, gah gah, gah gah... gah?"
? ? ? He was puzzled, wasn't he a white crane? How could he be a duck quacking?
Could it be that he is really a duck?
"boom!"
When Zhao Wujiang realized the logical bug, the dream world collapsed and he woke up.
It was obviously not a nightmare, but for some reason he felt a little lingering in his heart and a trace of panic that wouldn't go away.
Since practicing Taoism, he knows that the dreams he has now are no longer just dreams, but more likely to be a prediction of the future.
What does this dream want to tell me?
Indus and phoenixes all over the world?
Fengqi Wutong?
Who does phoenix refer to? Dugu Mingyue?
What about Wutong? A place to plant plane trees?
But there aren’t many places to plant sycamore trees. Where exactly are they?
Zhao Wujiang couldn't figure it out for a moment, so he got up, dragged the small chair, and stepped into the small courtyard to bask in the sun.
Jing'er was still practicing hard, and Zhao Wujiang knew that Jing'er was practicing hard to protect him and shield him from the wind and rain.
Due to his relationship with the Supreme Path, practicing hard will make him slower.
If you want to help Jing'er, you can only practice hard at night so that both of you can benefit.
He just basked in the sun and meditated.
Until the afterglow of the setting sun shone all over his body, he felt a little cold and shivered.
Just as he was about to get up, the door of the small courtyard was violently pushed open.
Lin Yu was panting and almost knitted his brows together as he trotted towards him:
"Your Majesty...Your Majesty, the news has been received."
