Old Xiao Tou slowly stood up from the gradient, and his lonely back looked so lonely in the gradient spiral background. It was the only time he had been so sad since he came to another world.

It's like after he led the team through business battles again and again in his previous life, he lost a good brother because of an accident. On the night when the new company moved into the top office building, they were so drunk that seven or eight old men cried like children.

Whoever said that men are hard as iron, they will also cry, but they will never shed tears in front of outsiders.

Lao Xiao faced the cold wind, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, took a step into the air, and returned to the mainland.

At this time, the soldiers of the Quartet Clan who had gone out had already returned, and they all focused their eyes on Lao Xiaotou, and it was obvious that they had the same search results. Old Xiao Tou didn't ask them, he patted each of them on the shoulder and said, "Forget it, let's go to the forbidden land of the Colorful Sect, don't let us regret it when we lose these brothers."

The soldiers of the Quartet clan felt a strong sadness from Lao Xiaotou's words, none of them dared to say a word, and immediately silently lifted those unconscious soldiers and marched towards the depths of the continent together.

After Lao Xiaotou had just walked out of a distance with Dabai on his shoulder, the saint and the charm girl chased after him.

The holy woman stared at Lao Xiaotou's cheeks and said with a very painful expression: "I don't know how to tell you, Xian'er sister she..."

Before the saint could speak, Lao Xiao Tou interrupted her and said: "I understand that this matter has nothing to do with you, and I am also convinced that Xian'er will not kill herself, she must be hiding somewhere to be quiet alone, let's not disturb her."

When the saint heard this, her eyes turned red, and she nodded lightly and said, "That's right, Sister Xian'er must be fine, as long as she wants to open it, she will come back, we are waiting for her to come back."

Old Xiao Tou took a few steps and turned back and said, "Holy Maiden, is there something important to follow?" ”。

Under the gaze of Lao Xiaotou's cold eyes, the saint shed a few tears aggrievedly, bit her lip and said, "No, I'm just here to remind you that the ghost lord has issued several killing orders to you."

With that, the saint turned and walked out of the gradient.

At this time, Lao Xiao Tou glanced sideways at the charm girl again and said, "The contract between you and my master and servant has been terminated, and you can follow your new master."

When the charm girl heard this, her little face turned pale with anger, and she snorted coldly and left.

Old Xiao Tou silently stared at them leaving the gradient, then he exhaled heavily, waved his hand and pulled out his sword, pointed to the front and roared angrily: "Kill!" ”。

After several days of investigation, the soldiers of the Quartet Clan already knew the exact address of the forbidden land of the Colorful Sect. Although he used the Xuan Array and the seven camouflage points, he was still the eyes and ears of the experienced Cang Shanye.

The soldiers of the Quartet clan, all of them in golden iron armor, followed behind Lao Xiao, and climbed up a steep slope to the top of the mountain.

It looks like a mountain, but it's just an illusion that obscures the view. It was almost a flat place, and as soon as they crossed the barrier, they saw a huge palace towering into the sky on the other side.

Since coming to the Tomb of the Gods, Lao Xiao Tou has seen many ancient temples, but he has not seen any of them as magnificent as the temple in front of him. Although the temple was somewhat damaged, it still could not hide its extraordinary momentum.

The whole palace is like a male lion prostrate on the ground, and the huge palace gate is like the eyes of a male lion.

Old Xiao Tou and the others couldn't help but feel a little ashamed of themselves in the face of such a magnificent ancient temple. Whoever stands in front of him will feel inferior when such a tall building stands in front of him.

Old Xiao Tou was only a little distracted, and immediately waved the sword slave in his hand, and rode Dabai to the palace gate.

Behind him, dozens of battle-hardened soldiers of the Quartet clan also pounced on the temple like a fierce tiger descending from the mountain.

Yan San leaned over the clouds to observe the beauty's every move, and since he released the new spiral, Yan San didn't dare to leave the perspective of the scroll for a moment.

After three days of observation, it seems that the spirochete does not have a significant effect on the beauty.

The beauty was also busy squatting in the flower garden as before, she always wanted to cultivate more new varieties, so she grafted several flower branches together again, and then she introduced a mountain spring into the flower garden, and when she was busy with everything, she had time to chat with Yan San.

"I really don't feel it," Yan San drew a big question mark.

"Of course, what did I lie to you" the beauty also drew a puzzled emoji.

"That's good, I'm really afraid that something bad will happen to you, after all, the time and space of the picture scroll are becoming more and more difficult to control" Yan San let out a long breath.

"I'm not afraid" The beauty seemed to be worried that Yan San would give up the adventure.

"Okay, as long as you apply it for thirty days, we will continue to fuse the new spiral," Yan San drew a big heart shape.

"Hee-hee, I'm feeling good now, I want to dance" The beauty drew an intimate gesture, and then she stretched out her arms and danced like a colorful butterfly.

Yan San stared at the beauty dance with an obsessive face, and gradually he seemed to have entered an illusion, and it was not until he suddenly woke up that he realized that he was unstable just now.

Odd! Why is this happening? Could it be that I've only been condensing the spiral body for the past few days, and have forgotten the reason for cultivating the Ethereal Technique? Yan San naturally knew very well what a Dao Venerable Dao was clinging to if his Dao heart was unstable.

He hurriedly gathered his mind and began to work on the ethereal technique. What made him feel inexplicable was that the ethereal spirit technique in his body was running very smoothly, and there was no trace of chaos at all. Could it be that it wasn't because of the instability of the Dao heart caused by the exercises, Yan San immediately focused his gaze on the beauty again, and at this time, the beauty danced to a fierce place, and her dress spun rapidly, like a blooming rose.

At this moment, Yan San's eyes flickered, and he fell into a blurry illusion again. He seemed to be surrounded by flowers, and many naked beauties leaned out of the flowers. Yan San saw that his blood was so strong that he almost couldn't restrain himself from rushing into the flowers. A cool breath surged in his heart, and the illusion in Yan San's eyes completely disappeared. He let out a long breath and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his hands. He naturally knew how dangerous he was just now, just a little bit, if it wasn't for Dao Zhen protecting Dao Xin, he would probably have gone mad at this moment.

Opening his eyes again, Yan San stared at the beauty with a shocked look on his face, and at this time, the beauty's dance was no longer beautiful in his eyes, but was full of terrifying killing aura. He didn't dare to look at her directly, but after staring sideways at her and dancing a song, he carved a star map in the void to communicate with her.

"Who did you learn this dance from?" Yan San suppressed the shock in his heart and asked her.

"What's wrong?" The beauty blinked, looking a little confused.

She thought for a moment and then carved on the ground: "The day before yesterday, I suddenly saw the sea shining on the beach, very much like a beautiful woman dancing, so I made a dance in imitation of the morning glow."

"It's not bad, it's too good, but you can't perform this dance for others to show at will, otherwise it will kill them" After Yan San finished writing, he realized that there were only beauties and herself in this picture scroll world, except for herself, how could she dance to be seen.

The beauty said with a serious expression: "If this dance will hurt you, I will never dance again in the future."

Yan San didn't want to suppress her dancing talent, especially since this was her first self-realized dance, how could she ruthlessly erase it.

"The dance is very beautiful, I like it very much, you can dance with confidence in the future, you don't need to worry about anything" Yan San casually carved out a few star charts.

"Really? Did I dance well? "Beauty is still a little unconfident.

"Of course, this is the most beautiful dance I've ever seen," Yan San continued to encourage her.

"Hee-hee, then I will continue to understand more dances and dances for you," the beauty smiled sweetly.

Yan San gritted his teeth and smiled: "Okay, I will definitely appreciate it with my heart."

Yan San didn't know if he would be able to handle her Phantom Dance. But he didn't want to dampen her interest at this time.

The beauty also seemed to be tired of dancing, and no longer continued to dance, but walked to the mountain spring, took off her clothes, and began to bathe.

Seeing this scene, Yan San's cheeks were flushed, and he immediately covered his eyes, but the beauty's elegant singing voice made him unable to control his efforts to look down.

Fortunately, at this time, the beauty had already soaked her whole body in the hot spring, and she only exposed two jade bibs outside.

The beauty's arms kept beating on the water, and the song soothed the tinkling of the spring water, but the rhythm was unusually harmonious.

Yan San was so fascinated by this that he almost forgot the time, and it wasn't until he was slapped out of the perspective of the scroll that he realized that he had returned to reality.

The grave keeper stood in front of him with a frosty face, staring at him without saying a word, but his eyes were full of anger.

Yan San also gradually accepted this master after a few days of contact with the tomb keeper, since he had accepted his identity, then Yan San did not dare to be rude to him again, he bowed to the tomb keeper and said: "Master, the apprentice knows that he is wrong."

The grave keeper turned a blind eye to Yan San's confession, and he still glared at Yan San angrily.

This made Yan San's heart furious, and he didn't know where he offended the lonely grave keeper.

Yan San tried his best to keep his gaze down and not to look at the grave keeper.

At this moment, the grave keeper lifted Yan San, led him to the stone pile, and slammed him to the ground.

"Boy, what the hell did you do behind my back??" The grave keeper pointed to the stele and glared at Yan San angrily.

At this time, Yan San's face was confused, and the whole person was stunned. He now knows that things are definitely not as simple as being lazy.

Yan San pondered for a long time before asking, "Master, what did the disciple do wrong?" Please also ask the master to make it clear."

The grave keeper snorted angrily and said, "You just entered the Dream Realm Four Heavens? ”。

Yan San nodded in acquiescence when he heard this, and said, "Not only have I entered the Four Heavens, but I have also seen my master."

When the grave keeper heard the word Shi Niang, the whole person was stupid for a while, and then he sorted out his mind before saying: "Then you admit that you destroyed the last trace of Wei'er's spiritual sense."

When Yan San heard this, his face turned pale with shock, he never imagined that his master's spiritual sense would disappear after he left.

This matter has far exceeded Yan San's inner endurance, and he hurriedly explained: "Master, the disciple has definitely not harmed Shi Niang, in the four heavens, Shi Niang also personally taught herself the dream technique, how could I do such a rebellious thing."

After speaking, Yan San kowtowed to the stone tablet.

I don't know how long it has been, but the grave keeper took a long breath, and said in a sad and desperate tone: "You get up, I already know the reason for the matter, it was Wei'er who chose it herself..."

At the end of the speech, the tomb keeper had burst into tears, and an old man who was hundreds of years old was crying so sadly, this situation made Yan San no longer able to hold himself, and knelt down in front of the stone tablet and cried bitterly.

After the master and apprentice had been crying for a long time, the grave keeper reached out and grabbed Yan San's shoulder and said, "Apprentice, get up, there is no need to stay here for the teacher, after we leave the tomb and go to find the dream planter for revenge, I will go to the dream realm to find Wei'er."

Looking at the grave keeper's resolute eyes, Yan San swallowed back the words that came to his lips. He didn't dare to tell him the truth that the Dream Planter possessed the Nine Heavenly Dream Technique. That can only make the grave keeper immediately drill into the tomb of this stone monument. Yan San now finally understood why Wei'er would hide this matter, in order to give the grave keeper the motivation to live.

Yan San wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, stood up, followed the footsteps of the tomb keeper, and walked towards the third layer of the divine tomb.

Outside the gradient.

A ragged monster was rushing down the void step by step, his steps staggering, as if he were drunk. A crimson eye roamed around in his bulging skin.

In addition, there is a huge human brain that rushes out from time to time to fight the giant eye.

This is their struggle for dominance of this new body, and as for the previous skin, they have long given up resisting.

The battle between Bloody Eye and the human brain was so fierce that the whole body was violently impacted, and he burrowed from the gradient into the spiral, stirring a spiral, and then falling into another gradient.

Just when they were fighting each other to the most intense, a white-bearded Taoist slowly stepped into the air and fell, flicked the dust in his hand, and dragged the evil thing out of the spiral.

When he was confronted with the bloody eyes and the human brain, his beard expanded, his eyes widened and he stared at the two evil creatures, his hands pointed continuously, and a series of runes shot towards the evil creature's body, and finally he said in a very conceited tone: "You dare to be presumptuous in front of the old man, you don't know whether you live or die."

Although the human brain was restrained, it was still fierce and continued to threaten the old man.

Those bloody eyes flashed with wisdom, and it spun up in a hurry, projecting its consciousness at the old man.

The white-bearded old man immediately turned around and stared at the bloody eyes and nodded slightly, "Okay, since you are so knowledgeable, then the old man will hand over this body to you to command."

Bloody Eyes quickly churned up and down excitedly, and the gesture was like kneeling.

The white-bearded Taoist shook his arm slightly, and then the dust in his hand was wrapped around the evil thing, and as the silk thread was wound more and more densely, the evil thing was completely covered.

(End of chapter)