I just want to be quiet

Chapter 786 Respect. (The third one! Please subscribe!)

Ji Chang floated up in the air, swam his eyes around.

After looking at the surrounding environment, he nodded slightly. This place was an abyss in the dreamland. There were a large number of “primordial immortals” inhabiting, and the Cultivation Base was generally strong, according to the information mastered by the natural teachings.

In the Dream of Fallen Immortal Origin, the abyss is divided into nineteen layers.

Every time you go down, the strength of the “Yuanxian” goes up.

Those at the bottom of the abyss, their Cultivation Base is even more unimaginable.

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

After all, in the starry sky, sleeping “Old Immortal” who is more dangerous than “Original Immortal”, and hidden in the most powerful Three Pillar Immortal in the Dream of Fallen Immortal!

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

Gui Hengqiu and Chu Mo are now in the abyss. Although the number of layers is different from him, it is no surprise that the two have become his immortals because of the extremely close connection with him.

It’s just that Brother Kang is nowhere to be seen?

what happened?

Ji Changfu groaned slightly, and was born to teach his superiority and inferiority based on his birth. There is a huge gap between each level of birth.

For this reason, as the young leader, Gui Hengqiu, Chu Mo, and Kang Shaoyin are only true biography. They are his subordinates in this world, bound by rules, and recognized by the unconscious mind.

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

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

He couldn’t help frowning: “One less person… forget it, as long as you don’t die, you can always find it next.”

“The entry into the Eternal Night Desert is very hasty and lack of Samsara Tower support. It is more dangerous than when my father came before. I don’t know how much Ascension is.”

“I have finally come in right now, and I must not fall short.”

“I must complete this transformation before I find that I have lost the Cultivation Base in the teaching!”

“otherwise……”

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

At this moment, a loud pleading came from my ears: “Funian…Dangerous and poor…Born in the end…Today’s embarrassment…Fu Yuan contemplates poverty, a little bit of love… Cuncheng…without any responsibility…the ultimate, sincere words.”

“We… the chief inspector… the body and mind are swearing, and the evil will be suppressed… the ant’s ambition… until death… no responsibility… a sincere word.”

“…The Godhead of Weisi…may pray to come… Miasma… sickness… longevity…”

“Funian…Jiumu…Fuyuan…I pray…with the splendor from the inside…the glory from the outside…the prosperity…”

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

Suddenly, a scene emerged in his mind: it was a young girl of twenty-eight years.

Her dress is gorgeous, with hairpins full of temples, and a pair of jade bracelets on her wrists are like pure spring water condensation.

However, the complexion is dark, the waist is as thick as a bucket, and the appearance is very humble.

Kneeling alone in a room with closed doors and windows at the moment, crying and praying in a low voice.

Ji Changfu’s perspective is exactly the god she worshipped.

He didn’t speak. After observing for a while, he gathered a little strength in the air, and wrote a cloud seal “floating” in the air in front of the girl.

This is his honorific title.

The girl caught a glimpse of the light from the corner of her eyes, looked up, suddenly gasped, and screamed: “The fairy has appeared!!”

This voice quickly alarmed all the servants outside. Everyone didn’t hear clearly through the door, and only said what was wrong with Miss. They rushed in in a hurry, seeing the word “floating” clearly.

Before long, the entire magnificent mansion was shocked. Looking at the word “floating” that appeared out of thin air, the expressions were different, some were surprised, some were at a loss, and others showed fear and looked at each other. They all lost their color in amazement: “Xianji” !”

“This is a fairy trail…”

“The fairy responded Miss…”

“Is it a “floating” fairy?”

“What did Miss ask for?”

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

He currently does not intend to satisfy any desires, only intends to pass the own title out first.

You must wait until the mortal specifically prays for this honorable name before you formally respond.

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

It’s easy to reveal the traces if you rush to shoot.

Immediately afterwards, Ji Changfu’s heart moved and took out a piece of blood.

This is the blood of those alien madmen in the desert of Yongye.

In this fallen fairy dream, all the Magic Treasures in this world cannot be used.

But the materials taken from Yongye Desert are not restricted.

Ji Changfu wrote the real names and titles of Gui Hengqiu and Chu Mo in the air with the blood of a foreign madman, and then started carefully drawing a very complicated rune with this as the center.

He had just entered the dreamland, and there was not enough immortal position at the moment, and he could not directly cross the vast distance to contact Congxian. You can only use the blood of the alien madness to use the water mirror technique to contact the two juniors.

After a long while, the drawing was completed, Ji Changfu hand-seals at will, rune immediately had two bloody water mirrors, each showing the figure of Gui Hengqiu and Chu Mo.

Looking at these two fellows, he faintly ordered: “Don’t worry about those prayers, focus on investigating the abyss, and look for the “primordial immortal” we can deal with.”

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In the stars.

In the endless void, countless Stars are floating quietly.

Yu Xuezhao opened her eyes and looked around. She didn’t see the owner of own dog. She was slightly confused, but soon she stopped paying attention to such trivial matters.

After all, she is used to being dropped by the dog owner…

At this moment, a pleading sounded in her ears: “Wei Xianxi…Jiang’s chief inspector…Fuyuan God Cimin…enlightening the eldest son…without any enthusiasm…respectful words.”

“…Pray for rain…Chang Yang… Dan Ken, pray for… Lingze… Lingde… The most sincerely down.”

“Fu Yi… true saint… Fu is willing to be able to bear with his strength, with blessings…”

“Funian Nan’s is young…there is often more sorrow, but peace is less…Fuyuan…gou finds peace…”

Um?

what is this?

Yu Xuezhao looked around, but there was nothing but an endless sea of ​​stars. But the words of prayer poured into her ears like a tide.

She listened with a curious look, but she had no idea about fame or something.

Therefore, after listening patiently for a while, Yu Xuezhao’s attention quickly fell into the prayer of rain.

The next moment, a cracked ground appeared before her eyes.

For thousands of miles in the red land, the people don’t live a life.

At the head of a certain city, on the memorial table decorated with clusters of flowers, three sacrifices have been listed, and the fruits and vegetables have been preserved.

Several officials in brocade robe and black gauze were all sweating, kneeling down not far away with a solemn expression. Before the sacrifice, one was stomped and clothed in feather cloak, with a Magical engraved on his waist. Priest of Item.

At this moment, with the sound of the next bell chime, the priest is dancing hoarsely.

“Sacrifice!”

After a frantic dance, the priest, with big waist and round waist, can see that he is strong and strong, his face is already red and sweat is raining, but he does not care about wiping, and sternly shouted: “Sacrifice to God…”

Before the words fell, under the city wall, several death row prisoners who had been pushed to the ground had been pushed to the ground. The sign behind them was taken off. The executioner looked serious, and at the same time he drew his sword, brandished it, and returned the sheath…

Several great heads rolled to the ground accompanied by pillars of blood rising into the sky.

Immediately someone rushed up, picked up the head, wiped it briefly, put it in an ebony gilded lacquer plate, and then quickly sent it to the altar at the head of the city.