Dream tribe.
In the patriarchal hall.
Acting clan leader Xu Qianjue is handling some of the clan leader's affairs.
A white light flew into the hall from outside the door. This white light fell in front of Meng Han and formed a girl.
Xu Qianjue looked at the girl with a surprised expression: "Meng Ji? What are you doing here?"
Meng Ji smiled and said: "Why, can't I come to you if nothing happens?"
Continued Qianjue: "I am the clan leader now, not just anyone can come."
Meng Ji sneered: "You are just an acting clan leader. Your position may be replaced by others at any time."
Xu Qianjue smiled and said: "Haha, so what, Meng Ke is dead. Who else can replace Meng Ke except me?"
Meng Ji shook her head. She didn't trust Xu Qianjue, the acting patriarch at all: "Don't forget, you can only inherit the power of the patriarch if you get the "Elf Magic Collection". If you haven't got it yet, don't think so. He has firmly taken the position of patriarch."
Qianjue continued: "Hmph! I knew you were here to mock me. Let me tell you, when I get the "Elf Magic Collection", I will let you get out of the Dream Clan. By then, they will all die, and you will too. To die."
Meng Ji looked at Xu Qianjue: "Huh! You idiot, I advise you not to be too arrogant, your good days will not be long."
Meng Ji's words made Xu Qianjue feel a little uneasy. He looked at Meng Ji coldly and held the armrests of the chair tightly with his hands.
Meng Ji: "I have compiled all your plans and plans into a map and put it in a very hidden place. If nothing happens, you will die soon. At that time, I will be able to get what I want." I wish."
Xu Qianjue laughed and said, "Hehehe, even if you announce my plan to the public, what will happen? You should just stay in that broken cave obediently and never think of leaving for the rest of your life."
Meng Ji: "Just wait and see."
After saying that, Meng Ji turned around and disappeared.
Xu Qianjue looked at Meng Ji's disappearing back and showed a sinister smile.
Meng Ji returned to the cave and put her hand on the stone wall. Suddenly, a stone slab emerged from her hand. She opened the stone slab and found a scroll inside. There was a painting on the scroll. The painting in the painting was a palace. This This main hall is the residence of the patriarch of Xu Qianjue.
Looking at the painting, he showed a strange smile: "Xu Qianjue, Xu Qianjue, let me see what you can do to fight me."
Meng Ji waved her hand, and the scroll flew into the air, then turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the air.
…
Xu Qianjue suddenly felt a strange aura coming from him. This aura was very strong. It seemed to be a hundred times stronger than before. He immediately opened his eyes and looked at the hall in the sky.
In the center of the hall, a white mist hung.
The white mist kept spinning, as if it was breaking free from the shackles of the hall and rising into the sky.
Seeing this scene, Xu Qianjue's expression changed slightly. He quickly stood up and walked towards the white mist.
Walking a few meters away from the white mist, Xu Qianjue stopped and looked at the white mist with a solemn expression on his face: "Mengji, Mengji, you are really stubborn..."
Xu Qianjue raised his hands, and wisps of white energy poured into the white mist.
This white mist gradually calmed down and turned into a woman.
Xu Qianjue was shocked when he saw this. This white mist is obviously the soul of Meng Ji, who is currently trapped in the hall.
He took a deep breath, quickly formed seals with his hands, and streams of white energy surged out from his fingers, turning into thin threads and winding towards the white mist.
Under the influence of the energy of Xu Qian Jue, the white mist began to gradually become quieter, no longer spinning as crazily as before.
Xu Qianjue took a deep breath and quickly formed seals with his hands. White energy surged out from his fingers and turned into thin threads, winding towards the white mist.
Under the influence of Xu Qianjue's energy, the white mist began to gradually become quieter, no longer spinning as crazily as before.
Xu Qianjue's eyes were fixed on the white mist, and he silently recited a spell in his heart. His fingers drew a path in the void, and each path contained powerful energy.
As his fingers moved, the white mist began to slowly shrink, and finally turned into a point of light and disappeared into the hall.
