Ji Chang stood floating in the air and looked around.

After looking at the surrounding environment, he nodded slightly. This place was an abyss in a dream. There were a large number of "original immortals" living there, and their cultivation levels were generally strong. According to the information mastered by the Tiansheng Cult.

In the original dream of the fallen immortal, the abyss is divided into nineteen levels.

Every time you go down a level, the strength of the "original immortal" increases.

Those at the bottom of the abyss have reached an unimaginable level of cultivation.

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

After all, in the starry sky, there sleeps the "old immortal" who is more dangerous than the "original immortal", and there is also the most powerful three-pillar immortal in the dream of the fallen immortal!

Thinking of this, Ji Changfu felt it carefully and quickly frowned.

Gui Hengqiu and Chu Mo are now in the abyss. Although they are on different levels than him, as expected, they have become his followers because of their extremely close connection with him.

But, Junior Brother Kang has disappeared?

What's going on?

Ji Changfu pondered slightly, Tiansheng teaches that one's superiority is determined by one's birth background, and there is a huge gap between each level of birth.

Because of this, he returned to Hengqiu as the young leader. Chu Mo and Kang Shaoyin were only true successors. They were his subordinates in this world, bound by sect rules and implicitly recognized by their ideals.

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

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

He couldn't help but frown: "One person is missing...forget it, as long as they are not dead, they can always be found next."

"This time we entered the Evernight Desert in a very hasty manner, and lacked the support of the Reincarnation Tower. The level of danger is much higher than when my father came here."

"Now that we have finally gotten in, we must not fall short."

"I must complete this transformation before the sect discovers that I have lost my cultivation!"

"otherwise……"

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

At this moment, a noisy voice of prayer came to my ears: "Fu Nian... I am in danger and poor... I was born in a young age... Now I am in embarrassment... I wish to think about my poverty and show my kindness to you... Thousands of gold... Merely...

Sincerity... without any responsibility... to the utmost, please be careful with your words."

"Wei...Ji Shou...swear to himself physically and mentally, to abstain from sexual immorality...the ambition of an ant...until death...no responsibility...the words are sincere."

"...Weisi's Godhead...May I pray for you to come...Misaria...Sickness...Shou Kao..."

"Think about it for a long time... long for it... wish for it... pray for it... be blessed with splendor on the inside... brilliance on the outside... prosperity..."

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

Suddenly, a scene emerged in his mind: it was a girl in her twenties and eighties.

Her dress is gorgeous, her hairpins are all over her temples, and a pair of emerald bracelets on her wrists are like the condensation of pure spring water. It can be seen at a glance that she comes from a wealthy family.

However, his complexion is dark, his waist is as thick as a bucket, and his appearance is very ugly.

At this moment, I was kneeling alone in a room with closed doors and windows, crying and praying in a low voice.

Ji Changfu's perspective is exactly the god she worships.

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

This is his honorific title.

The girl caught a glimpse from the corner of her eye, looked up, gasped, and screamed: "The immortal has appeared!!"

This voice soon alerted all the servants outside. Everyone through the door did not hear clearly. They only thought that something was wrong with the lady. They rushed in in a hurry and saw the word "floating" clearly.

Not long after, the entire magnificent mansion was alarmed. Looking at the word "Floating" that appeared out of thin air, people had different expressions. Some were surprised, some were confused, and some looked frightened. They looked at each other, all of them were horrified: "Fairy traces."

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"This is a miracle..."

"The Immortal responded to Miss..."

"Is it the 'Floating' fairy?"

"What did the lady ask for?"

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

He does not plan to fulfill any wishes at the moment, he only plans to spread his honorable title first.

One must wait until a mortal specifically prays for this title before a formal response will be given.

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

If you act rashly, your traces will be exposed easily.

Immediately afterwards, Ji Changfu thought and took out a portion of blood.

This is the blood of those crazy aliens in the desert of eternal night.

In this fallen fairy dream, all the magic weapons and talismans in this world cannot be used.

However, materials taken from the Evernight Desert are not restricted.

Ji Changfu used the blood of the alien mad demon to write the real names and titles of Gui Hengqiu and Chu Mo in mid-air, and then based on this, he began to carefully draw an extremely complicated rune.

He had just entered the dreamland, and there was not enough immortality at the moment to directly cross the vast distance to contact the Immortal. He could only use the blood of the alien crazy demon to use the Water Mirror Technique to contact the two junior brothers and sisters.

After a long while, the drawing was completed. Ji Changfu casually drew the hand, and the runes immediately erupted into two bloody water mirrors, each reflecting the figures of Gui Hengqiu and Chu Mo.

Looking at the two disciples, he calmly ordered: "Ignore those prayers and concentrate on investigating the abyss to find the 'original immortal' we can deal with."

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Among the stars.

In the boundless void, countless stars float quietly.

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 a trivial matter.

After all, she was used to being abandoned by dog ​​owners...

At this moment, a voice of prayer rang in her ears: "Wei Xianxi...Jiang's family is in charge...I pray to God Cimin...to increase my spiritual light to my eldest son...I have no responsibility...I would like to express my words."

"...Pray for rain...Chang Yang...Danqian, pray for...Lingze...Lingde...I am so sincere."

"Fu Yi... the true saint... Fu Yi is willing to do whatever he can and whatever his blessings bring..."

"Fu Nian Nan is young... there are many worries and few happiness... Fu Nian is willing to... just stay in peace..."

Um?

What's this?

Yuxuezhao looked around, but there was nothing except the seemingly endless sea of ​​stars. But the prayers poured into her ears like a tide.

She listened with curiosity on her face, but she had no idea about fame or anything like that.

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

The next moment, a piece of cracked earth appeared in front of her eyes.

The land is thousands of miles away, and the people are in dire straits.

On the city wall of a certain city, on a sacrificial table decorated with flowers, three animals were laid out, along with fruits and melons.

Several officials in brocade robes and black gauze, all dripping with sweat, knelt down not far away with solemn expressions. In front of the sacrifice table, a man was seen with his hands barefoot, wearing a feather cloak, and tied around his waist with a talisman engraved with runes.

The priest of the instrument.

At this moment, accompanied by the sound of the next bell, the priest was dancing the sacrificial dance at the top of his lungs.

"Festival!"

After a frenzied dance, the priest, who looked very strong with his big shoulders and round waist, was already red in the face and sweating like rain, but he didn't bother to wipe it off at all, and shouted sharply: "Sacrifice to the God..."

Before he finished speaking, several death row prisoners who had already been pushed to kneel on the ground below the city wall had their nameplates inserted behind them removed. The executioner looked solemn as he drew his sword, waved it, and returned its sheath at the same time...

Several large heads rolled to the ground along with pillars of blood rising into the sky.
Chapter completed!