Floating Immortal Order

Three years.

Taixuan went to the palace.

The clouds and mist are vast, billowing and rolling all the time, and they are no longer as calm as before.

"Your Majesty, the catastrophe of the gods, mystical hearts, and demons reaching the sky is a catastrophe of the heart. You must not sink into it, otherwise you will be even more unable to break out of the tribulation. The true spirit will slowly pass away in the loss, and will eventually disappear completely. "Between the three days and the nine realms," Lord Yunfu said with a trace of emotion, "because you did not suppress it deliberately, it has only been a few short years since you broke through to the Tribulation Preface realm. Tribulation, it would be better if we had more time to prepare."

Xu Disheng shook his head and said: "My calamity, no matter how much preparation I make, is almost useless, even if it is a thousand years later, it will not make much difference."

Lord Yunfu glanced at Xu Disheng with complicated eyes, nodded and said, "Good."

…

Yunlingxuan Palace.

The spiritual power cultivation in the pre-tribulation realm gradually stagnated, and the purple-gold Taixuan spiritual power no longer flowed and surged, falling into an incredible stillness.

The nine souls in Jiang Palace slowly fell silent, and the light white brilliance surrounding the young man also dissipated and disappeared. Even his natal ancient bell soul no longer emitted a light golden halo. , gradually returned to silence.

The extremely powerful and complete soul source was completely sunk into the golden true spirit, and was completely enveloped in the magical golden light.

Only a trace of extremely noble purple energy still flows like a clear spring on the golden true spirit, which contains incomparable supreme immortal power and is faintly imprinted into the origin of its golden true spirit and soul.

A bright red light band appeared from above his wrist.

Suddenly.

Under the influence of heaven and earth, the catastrophe of the gods, mystical hearts, and demons reached the heavens.

As the power of rules surged, in just a short moment, Yunlingxuan Hall completely returned to calm, without any more ripples.

A few days later.

The azure brilliance surged and appeared, condensing into a slightly trembling void vortex.

Qingyuyan stepped out of the azure vortex and stood alone in the huge Yunling Xuandian. She sensed the slowly disappearing familiar atmosphere in the origin of the soul and was stunned for a long time.

…

It is difficult to be true when it is pure and turbid. Entering the world of mortals, looking for no return and waiting for the fate to end.

In the dream of meeting each other, a Qinglan ballad sounds like the heart of heaven day and night.

…

Tick.

Tick.

He reluctantly opened his heavy eyelids, and what he saw was a gray stone wall. Very high above the stone wall, there was a solid skylight surrounded by several wooden fences, and rays of sunlight came through. The tiny light and shadow that came in through the gap between the fences stirred up countless dust.

He struggled to sit up, but felt a weak soreness all over his body, so he had to lie back on the extremely hard wooden couch again.

This is a cell.

Tick.

He slowly turned his head and looked at the source of the intermittent water sound.

The wall where the cell door is located is completely surrounded by a thick iron fence. A wine bottle exuding the aroma of old wine hangs diagonally outside the iron lock of the cell door, with wine dripping down drop by drop, and it has even been A tiny pool of water formed on the uneven gray stone ground.

A hand suddenly stretched out from the side, took off the wine bottle, put it into his mouth and drank several sips, and his figure appeared outside the prison door.

"Master Zhou, do you want to drink?" The tall jailer shook the empty wine bottle in his hand, with a hint of deliberate ridicule at the corner of his mouth, "I have always heard that the eldest son of the Zhou family is addicted to alcohol. There is no joy without wine, and this time I am imprisoned, but I can only smell the aroma of wine, it is really ridiculous!"

Mr. Zhou?

He stared blankly at the arrogant jailer outside the cell door, but his mind was filled with chaos.

The jailer stared at his face, but did not find the longing expression he wanted to see on it. His eyes were slightly cold, and he took out a slightly smaller and heavy wine flask again, with a smile on his lips. Said: "Mr. Zhou, do you really don't want it?"

want?

What do you want?

He looked at the small wine bottle and could already smell the rich aroma of wine emanating from it.

At this time, the pain in his body was no longer as severe as before. He reluctantly sat up and shook his head imperceptibly.

The jailer's expression changed slightly, and as his mind was spinning, he fell silent for a moment.

This is completely inconsistent with what the noble man said!

Moreover... even according to the rumors, it is well known that Mr. Zhou is addicted to alcohol. Even if he doesn't drink for a day, he can't stand it at all.

But at this time, he had no reaction to this small pot of expensive Osmanthus Osmanthus wine, which was really weird.

Seeing that this kind of seduction didn't seem to work at all, the jailer's expression changed instantly. He took a bunch of keys from his waist, picked one of them, opened the iron fence door and walked in quickly. He lowered his body and placed the small pot of osmanthus wine on the wooden couch, and said with a smile: "Master Zhou, please don't blame me. I was just joking with you earlier. This small pot of aged osmanthus wine is my gift of apology." .”

"I……"

As soon as the hoarse voice came out, both he and the jailer were stunned for a moment.

After a moment, he did not speak again, but reached out to pick up the wine pot beside him and opened the lid. In an instant, a thick scent of osmanthus mixed with the aroma of old wine wafted out and permeated the whole place. In a cell.

Obviously, this small pot of aged osmanthus wine is much more precious than the large pot of wine that the jailer drank just now.

"Young Master Zhou has not drank alcohol for a full day." The jailer came to his senses and did not pay attention to his hoarse voice. "To be honest, this pot of Osmanthus Osmanthus Aged Brew was specially sent by a nobleman. , for Mr. Zhou to enjoy."

When he thought about it, not only did Mr. Zhou not drink alcohol for a day, but he also didn't eat or drink for a day. It was normal for his voice to become hoarse.

Under the gaze of the jailer, he picked up the flask and took a deep breath of the wine. An indescribable feeling of restlessness rose between his lips and teeth. It seemed that as long as he drank it, he would get the greatest satisfaction. .

"Wait a minute," the jailer saw that he seemed to want to drink. He stretched out a hand to stop him. He then took out a piece of drawing-like paper and said with a smile, "Master Zhou, before he drinks, , but you still need to acknowledge this matter first."

He placed the wine bottle on the wooden couch again and looked at the official document with some scrawled writing in the jailer's hand.

There are three characters at the bottom of this piece of paper, and a large blank was left intentionally for the inscription in red.

Zhou Mujin.

So my name is Zhou Mujin?

He pondered for a moment and then looked up at the jailer who was looking at him eagerly. His voice was no longer as hoarse as before: "It's not impossible to dip the painting in red... I just don't know what crime I have committed."

The jailer was stunned again, looking at Zhou Mujin with strange eyes. He was silent for a few breaths, then pointed at the piece of paper and said, "Master Zhou, are you joking with me?"