"These three red, white and blue swords are good things. Senior Brother Cihuan, I bet you ten bottles of Grade A pills. I bet you that you will not use these swords this time, but just walk away."
In front of the giant-eyed Heavenly Lord, on top of the dividing map of [Futu], there is now an eight-sided mirror with phantom colors. In the eight-sided mirror, a real-time demonstration of Yang Ya transforming into a demon from the hands of the three red, white and blue swords is taking place. After rescuing Hui Huan, Hui Huan didn't think too much and killed the last blue sword girl with one sword, completing his murder target in Youshi.
Then Yang Ya took off the demon-changing gourd, and the two of them were talking about something on the same spot.
Seeing this, the hapless old Taoist Master Ci Huan breathed a sigh of relief. Faced with Jumu's invitation, he first sighed, and then smiled brightly: "Ten bottles of Grade A pills, Junior Brother Jumu has such a good appetite. I took the bet."
Then in the next moment on the screen, Hui Huan summoned his sword box and put the three red, white and blue swords in it.
The Jumu Tianjun was furious at the pickles again and beat the table with a loud bang.
At this time, Xu Fang, who had returned from Yifantan, couldn't help but laugh a few times. Master Jiuyi came out to lighten the atmosphere: "I think this disciple of Consciousness Tianjun is a good one. He is strong and cute, but he is called This is Yang Ya.”
In the picture, Yang Ya showed four fangs and was yelling at Hui Huan.
Jumu Tianjun, Jiuyi Daoshi, and Consciousness Tianjun are the three Tianjuns who walked out of [Futu] last time. Naturally, they have a good relationship with each other in private.
Zhao Huanying's face in the corner was a little ugly. The strong light from the eight-way mirror shone on his face, which looked unusually white.
Just like the scene he saw before, his youngest son Zhao Yunzhi danced with the gun like snow, but was shot through the chest by a man named Lu Ran.
Among the paleness, a blood flower bloomed.
Xu Fang, opposite him, showed a smile and nodded with satisfaction.
Somewhere in the eight-way mirror in Xu Fang's eyes, there was a young man named Lu Ran beside the abandoned pond. He got two pancakes from nowhere and fed Ke Zhizi with water.
What exactly is this eight-sided mirror?
Let's go back in time to a while ago.
As soon as Xu Fang returned to his seat, he was waiting for a fight with Jumu Tianjun. Unexpectedly, Jumu was already like an idle person. When he saw Xu Fang coming back, he couldn't wait to announce something.
Something he just remembered after slamming the table in anger.
"Everyone, I was derelict in my duty, I was derelict in my duty. I forgot that the Hierarch also told me something. The Hierarch said that every three hours, he asked you to write down the materials you think can be made in this [Floating Picture], anonymously. Write it down on paper and give it to me."
While Jumu Tianjun pretended to self-examine, he ordered someone to get pens and ink and put them in front of the four people. Then he took out five transparent pieces of paper only about the size of a palm from his arms and gave one to each of the four people. .
The eyes of Master Ci Huan, who knows the goods well, lit up: "Flawless paper?"
Jumu nodded, "On flawless paper, you can rest assured that no one will know who wrote it or what he wrote."
Before he finished speaking, Zhao Huanying wrote a word on it with a big stroke of his pen.
But strangely enough, no matter how thick the ink he dipped in it, he couldn't leave any black on the paper.
Jumu explained: "Your words have indeed been written on it. People who know how to read can naturally see it, but the strokes have been changed. The other party only knows the content and cannot see the handwriting, so this is the most confidential The paper used to transmit information is a treasure that our religion was able to mass-produce not long ago.”
Zhao Huanying was a little stunned at first, but when she heard the words "delivering information", she finally understood something and stopped her useless efforts.
Jumu laughed loudly and continued: "Everyone just write, first complete the previous hours, and finally write down the candidates for this You hour. Remember, you have to write a total of three names here."
The four of them were about to start writing, but Xu Fang came to discourage them again and threw away the pen in his hand: "I can't write this."
The other three people also stopped, with more or less troubled expressions on their faces.
"Why?" Jumu spread his hands, but his eyes inadvertently glanced at the fish knife in Xu Fang's waist.
"Based on this? Are you asking me to write which row and column of red dots or green dots? How do I know which person these dots represent and what their names are?"
Xu Fang pointed at the [Floating Picture] in front of him. Indeed, although there is a lot of information on this floating picture, there is only one point specific to each person and each practitioner. So how do you want people to identify, how to judge, and how to recommend?
"Oh!" Jumu then slapped his head and looked like he suddenly realized it. He turned around and told the little Taoist priest next to him: "Go and invite Guo Gaogong."
Not long after, a small door to the secret room opened from behind Xu Fang, and a female Taoist priest walked out.
The female Taoist priest wore a pair of glasses and an obviously improved tight-fitting robe. She swayed forward and trembled as she walked, which was very spectacular.
Only then did the other four caregivers realize that there were several secret rooms behind the giant-eyed heavenly king, which must be where some of the mechanisms for operating the [Futu] were located.
The plump female monk pushed up her glasses and introduced herself: "I have met all of you, uncles and uncles. My disciple is the disciple of Jumu Tianjun. My name is Guo Taopu. I am responsible for the technical support of this [Futu]."
"You're not very supportive." Xu Fang's eyes stopped at the secret rooms and did not look directly at Guo Taopu.
Guo Taopu smiled charmingly: "Uncle Xu Fang, it may be that my master did not show you the complete picture. The whole [Floating Picture] is much more subtle than expected."
After speaking, she flicked her broad sleeves, and an eight-sided mirror suspended in mid-air appeared in front of the five people.
The eight mirror surfaces are almost seamlessly connected, like a natural crystal, hanging in front of you, slowly rotating on its own.
"This mirror is a treasure that comes with the [Floating Picture], called the [Eight-Sided Treasure Mirror]. With it, you can view all aspects of the [Floating Picture], ranging from as big as a mountain to as small as an insect's leg." hair."
As Guo Taopu spoke, various images began to appear in the eight-sided mirror over there. The images were like countless groups of colors, constantly flowing.
The amazing thing is that although there are only eight sides, from everyone's direction, there is only one mirror and only one picture.
"If you want to see where you want to see, just point a little on the 'dividing map' from a distance, and then you can further narrow the range. At this time, you can control the picture you want to see by speaking." After Guo Taopu finished speaking, he showed Show it to four people.
She clicked on a random spot with her finger, and two peaks standing side by side appeared on the screen.
She said, look at the one on the left, and the picture changed to only the mountain on the left.
She said again, look at the leaf with the rhinoceros hanging on the crown of the largest tree on the peak, and several pictures of leaves automatically appeared on the screen, and then when a certain picture appeared, she shouted Stop, and the picture turns into an ongoing "Insect Leaf Picture".
Then Guo Taopu said, showing what happened in this place an hour ago.
It was as if time was going back, and the scene soon came to an hour. An hour ago, the unicorn was still on the leaf, but its position had changed slightly.
Guo Taopu showed embarrassment: "If you, uncles, are looking at people, then the changes will definitely be bigger. I'm just telling you that as long as people or things have happened in [Futu], you can immediately and clearly see them." arrive."
Xu Fang came to find fault again: "I still don't understand something."
Jumu Tianjun put away the pride that was about to overflow from his one eye, and asked with a smile: "Senior Brother Xu, if you don't understand anything, just ask it, and my good disciple will answer it one by one, I guarantee your satisfaction! "
Xu Fang actually stood up, stretched, yawned and said, "Why are you taking out such a good thing now?"
The giant-eyed Heavenly Lord felt as if he had been struck by lightning, but he also knew that it was really his fault, so he kept smiling and said, "Just now, didn't I tell you, I...I forgot."
Xu Fang ignored him, just looked at Master Ci Huan, snorted coldly, sat down, and began to study the [Eight-faced Treasure Mirror] in front of him.
Seeing this, Guo Taopu wanted to help his master win back the victory, so he puffed up his chest and said, "You can listen to the sounds in the picture, as long as you wear some special accessories..."
She looked at the Giant-Eyed Heavenly Lord and stretched out a hand, meaning, Master, take it out quickly and shock them.
Unexpectedly, Jumu Tianjun slammed the table again, closed his giant eyes, and sat down.
"I forgot where I put that thing!"
Xu Fang really couldn't hold it back and almost burst into laughter.
Guo Taopu's face turned red and he had no choice but to continue to smooth things over: "Masters and uncles, please forgive my master for working hard for days and feeling a little tired. Let's take a look at each other first. The most important thing is to complete the tasks assigned by the Lord. I'm here, and I can do anything. Ask me immediately.”
Unexpectedly, Master Ci Huan said again leisurely: "What kind of hard work are you talking about?"
Jumu couldn't bear it anymore, so he got up and left, voluntarily violating the [Futu] rules and leaving the Star Gazing Pavilion.
Guo Taopu had an awkward smile on his face, watching the remaining four people teasing the Giant-Eyed Heavenly Lord, and then began to happily "watch the movie."
Just watching, the four of them fell into silence again.
Originally, on the dividing map, only small dots could be seen. The positions of some dots changed, and some dots disappeared.
Looking back now, every point is a life and death fight, every point is a test of survival.
There are also many green dots that represent how few mortals are left now. They are simply like weeds on the roadside. One, two, three, and four are tens of thousands of lives, and they are not worth mentioning.
Zhao Huanying soon saw the fight of her youngest son, and her expression became sad as she watched.
The old Taoist priest Ci Huan glanced at the experience of returning to the world, and then he kept chasing the "wealth dragon".
Master Jiu Bian looked at this and that with great interest, as if he couldn't get enough.
Xu Fang fixed the scene in front of him on the edge of the Forgotten Pond and stopped changing it. On the "flawless paper" in front of him, the three names had already been written.
You can know the son, you can know the son, you can know the son.
Jumu Tianjun went out for a walk and didn't know what he did. When he came back, he cleared away the gloom and was high-spirited again. He accepted the "flawless paper" with names written in front of the four people and said something that gave the four caregivers a headache. things.
At this point, the remaining personnel in [Futu] are less than thirty teams and less than a hundred people.
There are still two hours left before the final election.
Every team of practitioners who can survive to this point has strength, strategy, and luck.
Of course they have to have help too.
In order to avoid some inherent shortcomings, such as the initial level is too low, such as the lack of powerful magic weapons, such as the team has obvious fatal shortcomings.
In order to determine the final winner of [Futu] in a fairer and more reasonable manner, the five [Caretakers] must each select a team as their home team among the final teams, and provide final training and guidance for the final battle. It will be even more exciting, choosing the truly chosen team and the people who are destined.
Jumu Tianjun then began to show everyone the general situation of the last thirty pairs one by one.
The four caretakers watched silently, all muttering in their hearts, why is this [Futu] so fancy?
Everyone has their own answer, and Jumu also said that everything is the teaching master's meaning, and it is not easy for him to guess.
The first group that appeared in the picture was the ambush battle between Hui Huan and Yang Ya by the stream under the willow tree. As soon as Yang Ya appeared, he killed the red and white swords with three strikes.
As for Lu Ran and Ke Zhizi, they are probably still in the later scenes.
At this time, Xu Fang had already raised his hand and claimed the team.
The hapless-looking old Taoist priest nodded meaningfully towards Xu Fang, then turned around and chose a group of heretics whom he had never heard of before.
This is not his ambition. In the [Fu Tu], except for Hui Huan, who is his disciple, he doesn't care about the others. The reason why he chose this team is because this team's position is closest to the "Wealth Dragon".
Master Jiuyi finally chose a female team composed entirely of female Red Immortals. The reason was that women should make things difficult for women and they should be taken good care of.
Zhao Huanying went back and forth to choose, and found that the son of the team he sent to [Futu] was dead, and the other three people were nowhere to be found. Finally, he gritted his teeth and chose a pair with the highest level of all members.
As long as you get the [Floating Picture], you can bring Zhao Yun back to life.
In the end, it was Jumu Tianjun's turn to choose. Jumu glared at Xu Fang: "You actually chose the most interesting team right away, so I will choose this team."
The hand of the Jumu Tianjun pointed at the grand view on the dividing map.
Above the grand view, there are indeed four red dots in a neglected position.
In the Grand View, are there also participating teams from [Futu]?
The other four people were a little shocked. Jumu Temple has always been an out-of-this-world place. How come there are participating teams here?
Isn't this cheating?
This is indeed cheating. This is also the other hand that Jumu Tianjun has laid down in addition to the "Eight Immortals Tower" in the past thirty years.
After carefully studying the rules, he discovered the eternal living area of Jumu Temple, and he hid a team of people in it.
And he had been in seclusion for thirty years just to cultivate these four people quietly. Jumu had already known in his heart who this [Fu Tu] belonged to.
Once it is accomplished, then he, the Giant-Eyed Heavenly Lord, will be the only person in the sect who has obtained the [Floating Picture] twice.
By then, he would naturally be one step closer to becoming the deputy leader.
The giant-eyed heavenly king opened his giant eyes wide and said with a smile: "Don't be surprised, everyone. This is completely in line with the rules. Even if the leader comes, he will not blame you."
He took a step forward, put his arm around Guo Taopu, and stretched his hand into her clothes.
Guo Taopu yelled: "Master!"
"Master, I just like to play with big things!"
Jumu looked at the four caretakers with different expressions, but more or less disgust, and made even more annoying noises like children's laughter.
Some people died, but not completely...
