Outside the gate of the Wuzu Hall at the top of the ancestral mountain, the exhibition curtain seems to have a very long dream, and then it is the swaying after waking up from the big dream.

Someone next to him patted lightly.

So the curtain opened his eyes, today is not a good day, the top of the ancestral mountain, which has never been high, is a little cloudy.

Zhan Curtain only felt that he had encountered a lot of strange people and strange things in his dreams, and in the reflection of the curtain, it was like a dream, but it was strangely sober.

It's just that his mind is full of blurs, and he wants to think of something that he should remember but forgot to clean, and he is a little helpless.

It's just that after wandering through the whole body with his divine soul, Zhan Mu suddenly realized that he had just stepped into the realm of the Six Realms, which was not stable at all, and at this time it can be said to be solid, as if he had just meditated and practiced in a dream, although everything was like a dream, it was not like a bubble.

Moreover, when his mind wandered in the depths of his mind, which he had rarely visited, he even noticed the rich and extraordinary martial intent buried in it.

Extremely pure, the exhibition curtain that has always been as stable as a rock is not stable at all for a moment, after all, it is about its own avenue, or it is particularly far away.

It was only after he showed the curtain and searched his body twice with hesitation, that he was sure that whether it was his current stable realm or the higher-level martial arts luck that he could not refine now, it was all real, and the corners of his mouth murmured softly: "It's like a dream, it's like a dream!"

The bald old man beside him also gently echoed: "Yes! ”

Zhan Mu suddenly came back to his senses, and saw exactly the old man next to him, the sect master of his own family who spoke very well and had a particularly good temper, and then remembered that someone had just patted his shoulder and woke him up, and Zhan Mu hurriedly arched his hand and said: "Sect Master! Fang was immersed in his mind, so he didn't see the sect master, and I hope the sect master will not blame." ”

The bald old man, extremely without the sect master, touched his bare and bright head, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that he would have such a descendant as you, boy, tell the ancestor that the ancestor of your Zhan family is not sleeping at night, and he is secretly having fun in his dreams."

Zhan Curtain is far-fetched and reluctantly smiled, how can he know these things as a junior, even if he knows something, how dare he say nothing?

At the moment, he is very happy, but if he returns to the mansion of the exhibition house, what is waiting for him to show the curtain may be the well-known additional training and drills, and the investigation of his own body cultivation is the realm, but in fact, it is just that he is just in the name of making him show the curtain a good memory, eat bones, and not have ten days and a half of the exhibition, I am afraid that he will not be able to get out of bed in such an extremely bleak situation.

After all, the relationship between the ancestor he showed and the ancestor in front of him seemed to be notoriously bad.

Wang Xuanli, the bald-headed Sect Master of the True Martial Sect, chuckled, I don't know if it was to laugh at the junior monk who was in the middle of the tangle on the side, or something else, but then he was not embarrassed by the young martial cultivator on the mountain who was given high hopes by the True Martial Sect, and took a step forward and walked towards the Martial Ancestor Palace.

The curtain followed closely and entered the hall gate, but he found that the sect master of himself was already standing in the center, raising his head slightly and staring at the tall statue of the god with a golden body and glass.

So the curtain behind the old man suddenly realized that at this moment, the self-sect master that he felt in his eyes seemed to have suddenly changed to not be so tall, not as pretended, but really like this.

So the curtain also looked up at the tall golden statue of the martial ancestor, except that he felt that the golden statue seemed to be more amiable than his own sect master, and even at random three points, he couldn't see anything in the curtain.

So Zhan Mu thought in his heart that it was not enough to cultivate his own realm, so he couldn't see the whole thing, or maybe he couldn't feel this martial arts.

That's probably the only way to do it.

The bright-headed old man suddenly lowered his head and looked at the copper incense burner, obviously only incense candles were inserted, but the old man frowned, because he felt a slight difference, but he was relieved very quickly.

Because in this Martial Ancestor Palace, no matter what strange or strange things happen, it doesn't seem to be so strange.

The bald old man got up and left the outside of the Martial Ancestor Palace, and then the curtain suddenly knew that the old man who was usually inconspicuous and well-known for his temper was actually a martial cultivator of the Eight Realms, and the cultivation of the Eight Realms in this body world was the cultivation of the Eight Realms above the sky, so he secretly gritted his teeth in his heart, and sighed lightly: "This is my generation of martial cultivators." ”

Fortunately, it is the ancestor of his True Martial Sect.

In the Martial Ancestor Palace, in the incense burner that made Wang Xuanli, a martial cultivator in the Eight Realms, feel weird, in fact, Wang Xuanli felt weird and more than superficial, but Wang Xuanli, who saw it from the beginning to the end, really believed it, and believed that the Martial Ancestor was not in the big dream of Huangliang, but really like that.

Therefore, even if he Wang Xuanli is not vague and actually sees it, he will only treat it as if he can't see it.

In the incense burner, the incense villain held the extremely thick bundle of green smoke, gnawed violently, and after gnawing a few mouthfuls in a row, he raised his little head and shouted above his head: "Okay, you little fellow, you know that I can devour the power of these incense, no! You obviously knew that I should have devoured the power of these incense fires, but you didn't tell me, making me look like a thief, hum! This hatred of my Uncle Wu...... Don't write it down for my Wu Er, you wait well, there will be a day when my Wu Er will even take back the principal and interest. ”

The incense villain lowered his head, and then raised his head to look at the tall golden-bodied glass statue, the righteous indignation on his face swept away, and he said with a smile on his face: "Master, don't worry! Wu Er dared to pat his chest and promise that as long as I Wu Er was here, I would definitely help you take a good look at this world." ”

Then he lowered his little head as if he was relieved, and continued to gnaw on the bundle of green smoke that seemed to be inexhaustible no matter how much he gnawed.

The curtain stood in the Wuzu Palace, and some people looked left and right uneasily, but in this Wuzu Hall was extremely simple, in addition to the golden glass statue, there was also the incense burner, but he always felt that his mind was empty, as if he had done something wrong.