Chapter 94 Honorable title.

Ji Changfu stood in the air and looked around.

After looking at the surrounding environment, he nodded slightly. This place is the abyss in the dream. There are many original immortals living in it, and their cultivation is generally strong. According to the information mastered by the Tiansheng Sect.

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

Every time you go to the next level, Yuanxian's strength will be further improved.

The cultivation of those who were at the bottom of the abyss reached an unimaginable level.

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

After all, in the starry sky, the old immortal is sleeping more dangerous than the original immortal, and in addition, the most powerful three-pillar immortal in the dream of the fallen immortal!

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

Gui Hengqiu and Chu Mo are now in the abyss. Although the number of layers is different from that of him, no surprise, the two of them have become his followers because they have a very close relationship with him.

But, Junior Brother Kang is gone?

What's going on?

Ji Changfu pondered slightly, saying that the natural religion determines the superiority and inferiority based on his background, and there is a huge gap between each level of origin.

Therefore, as the young leader, Gui Hengqiu, Chu Mo and Kang Shaoyin were all just true teachings. He was his subordinate in this world, bound by rules and recognized by his ideas.

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

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

He couldn't help but frown: One person is missing... Forget it, as long as you are not dead, you can always find it next.

This time, entering the Eternal Night Desert is very hasty, and there is no support from the Reincarnation Tower. It is a bit dangerous, which is much better than when my father came here.

I finally came in now and I must not fail.

I must complete this transformation before I discovered that I had lost my cultivation in the sect!

otherwise……

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

At this moment, a noisy prayer came from my ears: I thought... I was afraid of being poor... I was born in the last moment... I am embarrassed... I wish to think about being poor, I am kind and kind... a thousand gold... I am just a matter of sincerity... I have no responsibility... I am careful to say.

Wei... bows his head... and swears to one's body and mind, and holds away the evil lust... the ambition of an ant... unswerving until death... without any responsibility... the words are carefully.

... Only this divine character... I wish to come... Miasma... I have a painful illness... I have a long life test...

I miss you... I long admire you... I wish you... I pray... I give you a beautiful place inside... I am glorious outside... I am prosperous...

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

Suddenly, a scene appeared in his mind: it was a girl in her twenties.

Her dress is gorgeous, her hairpin is covered with hairpins, and a pair of jade bracelets on her wrists are like pure spring water. You can see that she is born in a wealthy family at a glance.

However, her skin was dark, her waist was as thick as a bucket, and her appearance was very despicable.

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

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

He didn't speak. After observing for a while, he only gathered a little power from the air and wrote a floating word in the air in front of the girl.

This is his title.

The girl glanced out of the corner of her eyes, looked up and gasped, and screamed: The immortal has appeared!!

This voice quickly alarmed all the servants outside. Everyone had never heard clearly through the door, but they only thought that something had happened to the lady. They rushed in in a hurry and saw the floating word clearly.

Not long after, the entire magnificent mansion was alarmed. Looking at the floating words that appeared out of thin air, their expressions were different. Some were surprised, some were confused, and some were afraid. Looking at each other, they were all shocked: Fairyland!

This is a fairyland...

The immortal responded to the lady...

Is it a "floating" immortal?

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 intend to satisfy any wish at the moment, but only plans to pass on his honor first.

You must wait until the mortals specifically pray for this title before they will respond formally.

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

If you take action rashly, it is easy to reveal your traces.

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

This is the blood of the mad demons from the Eternal Night Desert.

Now in this dream of falling immortals, all the magic weapons and talismans in this world cannot be used.

But the materials taken from the Eternal Night Desert are not restricted.

Ji Changfu wrote down Gui Hengqiu and Chu Mo's real name and honorary title in the air with the blood of the madman of alien race. Then, with this as the center, he began to carefully draw a very complex rune.

He had just entered a dream state, and the immortal throne was not enough at present, so he could not directly cross the vast distance and contact Congxian.He could only use the blood of the alien madman and used the water mirror technique to contact these two junior brothers and sisters.

After a while, the drawing was completed, Ji Changfu made a random gesture, and the runes immediately appeared on two bloody water mirrors, each of which reflected the figures of Gui Hengqiu and Chu Mo.

Looking at these two fellow disciples, he told lightly: Don’t worry about those prayers, focus on investigating the abyss, and look for the ‘original immortals’ we can deal with.

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In the starry sky.

In the boundless void, countless stars are floating quietly.

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

After all, she was used to being left behind by the dog owner...

At this moment, a prayer sounded in her ears: Wei Xianxi... Jiang bowed his head... He wished that the god was kind and gentle... He added to his eldest son... He begged for no reason... He said seriously.

...Praying for rain... Chang Yang... Praying for Dan, praying for Ling Ze... Ling De... Being down.

I am betrayed... the true saint... I am willing to follow my strength and follow my blessings...

Fu Niannan is young...there are many worries, but less happiness...I wish...I will be safe...

Um?

What's this?

The jade snow shines around, and there is nothing except the endless sea of ​​stars.But the prayers poured into her ears like a tide.

She listened with a novel look on her face, but she had no idea about fame and other things.

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

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

Akachi Senri, the people are not indifferent.

On the front of a certain city, three animals have been listed on the decorative sacrificial table, and the melons and fruits are all preserved.

Several officials in brocade robes and black veils were all sweating profusely, and kneeled not far away with a serious expression, looking at a priest who was slapped with feet, covered with feathers, and a magic weapon engraved with runes on his waist.

At this moment, accompanied by the sound of the next bell and chime, the priest was hoarsely dancing the sacrifice dance.

Festival!

After a crazy dance, the priest with a big and round waist was visible to the point of seeing that the strong priest was already red in his face and sweating like rain, but he didn't care about wiping it at all and shouted sternly: Sacrifice to God...

Before he finished speaking, several death row prisoners who had been pushed to kneel on the ground under the city wall were removed. The tablets inserted behind him were removed. The executioner looked serious, and at the same time he drew his sword, swung his sword, and returned the sheath...

Several large and good heads rolled to the ground along with the blood column that soared into the sky.

Immediately someone rushed up, picked up his head, wiped it briefly, put it in an ebony gold-painted platter, and then quickly sent it to the altar on the top of the city.