"Zhao Di! That old monster is a soul guest of the Soul Pill Realm! Even if Wuji and they didn't die in the Oblique Rain Pavilion, there was only one way to die if they were caught up by the old monsters. ”

Zhao Cheng's analysis is very reasonable, Zhao Di couldn't refute it for a while, but he didn't believe that Yang Fan would encounter an accident from the bottom of his heart.

"Second uncle, something has happened, and it's useless to think about it no matter how much you want. What you have to do now is to digest the legacy of Zhang Long and Chen's three families. In the future, this place in Sioux City will be your and my stronghold. ”

Zhao Cheng heard some meaning from Zhao Di's words, and asked suspiciously: "Base? Zhao Di, have you decided?"

"We'll wait and see for a while. Zhao Di said with a solemn expression: "Mo Tianxiao told me some of the information he got from his father. My good nephew has been completely bewitched by Yang Juzheng, and his actions have become more and more ruthless, and he has already attacked King De. There weren't many of my brothers left, and I was the last one he left. Even if I don't go against it, I have to be prepared to deal with it. I, Zhao Di, am not the kind of person who is willing to be captured. ”

Zhao Cheng knew why Zhao Di's attitude this time was tougher than last time. King De is the brother of King Yan, and now that even King De has been killed, the emperor is obviously not going to stop.

One is the pain of losing his brother, and the other is the sadness of his nephew's methods, Zhao Di is almost all lost, and he has no hope for the court.

But for him to really make up his mind and completely break with the imperial court, it is not an easy decision to make.

Zhao Cheng raised his hand, patted Zhao Di on the shoulder, and said, "Survival is human instinct. As long as you feel you're right, do it. ”

Zhao Di's heart was warm and speechless, but he nodded firmly at Zhao Cheng.

Zhao Cheng turned his back again, looked up at the sky, and prayed: "Wuji, Yangshu, Xiaofan, you must be fine!"

At the same time, in this mansion, Zhao Cheng was not the only one praying.

Zhao Youjing leaned in front of the window, Zhao Wudi leaned against the tree, Qin Ling hugged Yang Ye, and everyone had anxious tears on their faces.

Maybe it's just a second, maybe it's been tens of thousands of years.

The first feeling Yang Fan had after waking up was that he didn't know how long he had been asleep. A huge blank space had appeared in his mind. In this void, he had no memory and could not remember anything.

The only thing I can remember is a dream.

A dream made up of fragments pieced together.

In the dream, there is a majestic dragon-shaped sculpture.

The sculpture winked at Yang Fan, and then rose into the sky, as if it had come to life.

Before Yang Fan could come back to his senses, this heavenly dragon suddenly swooped down from the sky and burrowed into his body.

Under the strong dragon power, Yang Fan couldn't shout if he wanted to, and he couldn't move if he wanted to, so he could only be slaughtered by Tianlong like meat on a chopping board.

Then, a human-tall halberd was erected and suspended behind Yang Fan's back.

A huge dragon head appeared in Yang Fan's eyes.

The dragon's head opened its mouth and roared.

The endless dragon power overwhelmed Yang Fan.

So unconscious, blank, blank again......

Until you wake up.

Yang Fan pounded his head and thought hard about this dream, but he didn't have the feeling that the more he recalled, the more sober he became.

"What the hell is going on? Did I destroy with the Dragon's Tomb? So this is the Underworld?"

Yang Fan raised his head and looked around, the grass was shady in the distance, and the trees in the distance were forested, could the underworld be the same as the human world?

"If I'm still alive, what about my brother and Brother Wuji? And Ying Cai's goose, where are they?"

Yang Fan looked around and didn't see them.

Between heaven and earth, it seems that he is the only one.

He began to question, is this still the same world?

"Xiaolong, bear hug, Yan, big bag, are you there?"

The call of the spirit world has not been answered.

Yang Fan closed his eyes, poured that spiritual power into the Floating Life Ring, and saw that Xiaolong and they were all there. It's just that they are all asleep, no matter how Yang Fan shouts, they just can't wake up.

What the hell was going on? Yang Fan really didn't understand what was going on.

After Ying Caige finished reciting the destruction spell, he felt that his spirit was being pulled away by an external force, and he gradually lost consciousness. At that time he felt that he was really going to be destroyed. But now he didn't feel the slightest sense of death, not even the slightest. The green grass, the blue sky, and the white clouds, which one can remind people of death?

He spread out his hands and felt the movement in the sea of snow mountain qi, and the green wood soul power rose from his palm, everything was normal.

Xiuwei is still there, and he is really alive.

But if you are alive, where did they go, brother?

Yang Fan ran around, but still didn't find any clues.

He ran to the woods in the distance, unleashing his wood soul power, which attached to the trees, forming a large net that could sense his surroundings, making it easy for him to find his lost companions.

Wood soul power is closely related to flowers and trees, and attaching wood soul power to trees is like sprinkling earth soul power onto the earth and integrating water soul power into the sea, which can sense a wider range than what can be seen with the naked eye.

Since embarking on the road of soul guests, Yang Fan has been so helpless for the first time.

It's not that his heart is not strong enough, nor does he lack self-confidence, but the three people who went missing are all things he can't lose.

His brother Yang Shu is his idol since he was a child, and he is also his most trusted brother. It can even be said that poplars are a part of his life. If there is no poplar tree in his life, he feels that he is not called alive. The word poplar, like the word Qinling, is one of the reasons for his life.

Zhao Wuji is not his own brother, but he has established a very deep friendship with him. This feeling is the best interpretation of shared suffering. That rainy night, that green snake street, that oblique rain pavilion, that person used his life to protect him with his sword, no matter how strong the opponent was, no matter how dangerous the front was, he didn't take a step back.

Ying Caige is neither a brother like Yang Shu, nor a brother like Zhao Wuji, who is not a brother but is a brother, and even she and he don't have much time to know now. But the escape along the way, and the rescue in danger again and again, made them trust each other and know each other. The first white in the broken temple, the coexistence under the starry sky, and the co-life and death in the dragon tomb have made them occupy an important position in each other's worlds.

No matter which of these three people left, it would be an unacceptable thing for Yang Fan.

And now, all three are gone.

Yang Fan was eager to find them, as long as he saw their faces again, he could feel at ease.

Under the influence of the wood soul power, the trees and flowers had a slight reaction and were transmitting some information to Yang Fan. And at this moment, an old but somewhat shrill voice came.