"I've thought about it!" After listening to General Qinglong's words, the Taoist priest also replied frankly.

"Is that already a solution?" asked the Blue Dragon General, his tone full of eagerness.

"When I built the mausoleum for the Hades King back then, I secretly modified some mechanism layouts, and closely connected the Hades Tomb with the four-way array, and there was a small four-way array in the body of the Hades Tomb. As long as the four magic arrays in this world are destroyed, the small four magic arrays in the tomb of the Hades will be activated, and no one after the Taoist priest can open the enchantment of the magic circle except me!But this can only prevent Yinglou from destroying the body of the Hades, and how to awaken the Hades can only look at creation!" The Taoist priest replied, with some helplessness in his tone.

"In this case, such an arrangement is already the best!If it weren't for Dao Chief, you would have been desperately preserved, the body of the Hades King would have been destroyed a long time ago, and I don't know what this world would become if I didn't have any worries!"

"Poor Dao has to hurry up and arrange it, so let's leave!" At this point, the Taoist priest got up to say goodbye to General Qinglong, and General Qinglong also got up and sent the Taoist priest outside the door.

"I should have left the Dao Master to eat, but now that the situation is urgent, I owe it to wait until the day when the matter is completed before I have a good drink with the Dao Master!" said General Qinglong with his fists clenched.

"Have you forgotten that Poor Dao doesn't drink alcohol? But when it comes to the day it happens, I will definitely break my vows and drink with the general! But now the general owes Poor Dao two meals, and Poor Dao can remember it!" said the Taoist priest with a slight smile.

"That Dao Chang has a good memory, I don't have a good memory!" General Qinglong joked.

He didn't say anything anymore and walked away.

General Qinglong turned around and walked back into the house. This turn really scared Li Laosan. The Qinglong General turned out to be exactly the same as himself, and there was a vermilion scar on his forehead, which was exactly the same as the scar that appeared on his forehead after waking up from a dream a few days ago. Now he finally knew why he felt that General Qinglong's back was extremely familiar just now.

"Could it be that I am this Qinglong General. But who is this Qinglong General, who is that Taoist priest, who is the Ying Lou they are talking about, and what is the tomb of the Hades!" Countless questions appeared in Li Laosan's mind, and every name and everything vaguely felt familiar, but he couldn't remember anything.

At this moment, the Qinglong general closed the door, walked to the corner of the room, and tore off a piece of red cloth covering a hanger with a suit of armor and a sword. Seeing this armor, Li Laosan was shocked again, and that armor was like the armor he had dug up back then.

General Qinglong drew his sword and looked at the blade in a daze.

Li Laosan looked at the equally familiar sword, and his thoughts surged. Finally, I suddenly felt a headache and screamed in pain.

"Master, what's wrong with you!" Seeing Li Laosan sitting on the stump, the soldier suddenly screamed in pain, and hurriedly got up and stepped forward. Seeing Li Laosan's eyes closed and his expression painful, he mistakenly thought that he had dreamed of his master again, so he reached out and pushed him.

"Third brother, what's wrong?" Seeing this, Wei Haoran also ran over, holding the second piece of flatbread in his mouth, with a puzzled expression.

"Master, Master, wake up!" the soldier continued to push Li Laosan, but to no avail.

"Third brother, this is a nightmare, it's useless for you to be like this, go away, I'll come!" Wei Haoran said in a deep voice.

The soldier glanced at Wei Haoran and flashed aside in disbelief. Wei Haoran opened the kettle and splashed a pot of water on Li Laosan's face without saying a word. As soon as this cold water was splashed, Li Laosan suddenly woke up from his nightmare. He opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes were red, and the scar on his forehead also glowed red. He, looking into the distance, gasped for air.

"Master, are you dreaming of Master again!" Seeing Li Laosan wake up, the big cake walked forward blindly, wiped the water from Li Laosan's face with his own clothes, and then asked with concern.

"Hmm!" Li Laosan made up his mind, in order not to involve his apprentice too much, he pretended that he dreamed of Lu Mingjing. In fact, this made him already sound something, and he knew that he had forgotten about his grave!

"How long have I been sleeping!" Li Laosan took a sip of water, the serious red light gradually faded, the scar on his head no longer glowed, and everything returned to business as before.

"About ten minutes!" replied the GI, glancing at his watch.

"It's time for us to go!" Li Laosan stood up and said in a deep voice.

A group of three people, hit the road again.

Qingfeng arrived at the destination first, just like last time, looked at the sky, and calculated the time. calculated that Li Laosan and the others had only walked an average distance now, so they found a place to lie down and rest. As soon as he closed his eyes, a woman in a flower dress suddenly appeared in his mind, walking slowly towards him.

"Little flower!" Qingfeng looked at the woman in flower clothes in surprise and called out her name.

"Breeze!" the woman in the flower robe called softly.

"You, what's wrong with you......" Qingfeng stretched out his hand to hug the woman, but found that the woman's body was like water, and she couldn't hold it at all, Qingfeng was shocked, and her face showed a lonely look.

"I'm leaving!" said the woman with a smile.

"Let's go, where are we going!" Qingfeng knew what the woman in flower clothes was talking about, but he asked this sentence in a self-deceptive manner.

"Turn back, Qingfeng!" the woman did not answer Qingfeng's words, but said pleadingly.

"Return, there's no going back!" Qingfeng said, shaking his head.

"Why do you have to fight with others?" said the woman in the flower dress lonely.

"Qingfeng, who doesn't fight with others, is gone, and I must fight with others!" Qingfeng gritted his teeth and replied.

"Hey!" the woman in the flower dress sighed, and then her body slowly disappeared.

"Xiaohua, Xiaohua, don't go!" Qingfeng tried to grab the last trace of the woman in flowers, but he was like flowing water, slicing through his fingertips and disappearing.

Qingfeng opened his eyes, looked at the sky and was stunned, but his fists were clenched tightly, the green tendons on his arms were exposed, and the tips of his index fingers pierced his palms.

Then, he stood up and said to the sky: "Don't worry, Xiaohua, I will definitely be able to succeed, and you will be able to return to me when the time comes!" After saying this, he lay down again, took out the painting that he had been with him for thousands of years, and looked at the magnificent man on the painting, the original best friend of the word, the Mingjun he identified, but his heart burned with monstrous hatred.

"Everything you have should belong to me!" Qingfeng said as he looked at the man in the painting.

"And you!" he said, pulling out another painting and turning to the person on it. In the second painting, a general in gold armor is depicted, and this general looks exactly like him!