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It's just that when he entered the desert, this voice seemed to have been silent for a long time, and even made Fang Zheng forget his existence.

"Kill. Fang Zheng said simply.

"Who is he? There are only 20 days left until your coming-of-age battle. ”

The ethereal voice seemed to be silent for a moment, and then came out again, making Fang Zheng wonder if the other party was emotional.

"I know. But this doesn't seem to hinder the fight between me and Xiao Yan, right?" Fang Zheng said, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Pay attention to the tone of your voice, and what you have gained in the desert before, why I can't feel your presence during this time. ”

The voice seemed to be slightly dissatisfied, which made Fang Zheng more convinced that the other party was emotional, and since there were emotions, it must be a human being, not a god.

......

At the same time, Fang Zheng had a trace of doubt, didn't the other party know what he was doing in the desert?

"A stick, it seems to be some kind of spiritual weapon. ”

Fang Zheng pointed at Lao Chen's stick and stopped talking.

The voice that had the appearance of absolute dominance seemed to hesitate, predicting the truth of Fangzheng's words, but it didn't delay too much, as if everything was not in his heart.

"It's just an inferior spiritual artifact, you still have twenty days, prepare for your ten-year lifespan. ”

After saying this, the voice fell silent again, as if nothing had happened, and only Fang Zheng knew the change between him and the voice.

The dagger fell into his hand, and at this moment, Fang Zheng suddenly liked the black as ink-colored dagger in his hand again.

Because just now, the voice didn't even realize the existence of this dagger! There are only two situations that are not aware of it, one is that this dagger is too ordinary and completely ignored, and the other is that this dagger has a certain function of shielding the opponent's power.

Something that can distort his own destiny naturally makes Fang Zheng like it very much, and when he came to this world, his biggest appeal is to pursue freedom, maybe he has been pursuing freedom all his life.

No matter who wants to control his freedom, he needs to pay a price, although Fang Zheng is now a mermaid and lives in the hands of others, but this does not mean that Fang Zheng will give up.

......

In another space, above a hall, a group of young men and girls sat cross-legged in a hall, their eyes wrapped in black cloth, as if they were meditating and practicing, and the sound of even breathing came out, as if they had fallen asleep.

With a "poof", a young man with black cloth wrapped in his eyes spat out a mouthful of blood, his brows furrowed, as if he was suffering great pain.

Outside the main hall, an old man also seemed to be in a state of false sleep, seemed to be aware of it, opened his eyes, and looked into the hall.

The young man who vomited blood seemed to be struggling to wake up from his sleep, and his expression became more and more painful.

"The 23rd was defeated?" said the old man to the little Taoist boy next to him.

Dao Tong was very respectful, and played a few magic decisions on a disc magic weapon, and the magic weapon conjured up a scene out of thin air, which was very bizarre.

On the scene, a person with the same figure as the No. 23 blood-vomiting young man in the old man's mouth was falling from the sky, and his life and death were unknown.

"Elder, the 23rd has been defeated. ”

Dao Tong said respectfully to the old man behind him.

"Deduct a hundred years of life and start dreaming for the third time. The old man said lightly, as if the young man's hundred-year life was worthless in his heart.

With the old man's words, the body of "No. 23" turned out to be as if it had been drained in an instant, becoming old, with five decays in his facial features, and his hair becoming gray.

The strange thing is that with the change of his body, the expression of the young man who vomited blood is not struggling, as if he has re-entered sleep.

"Check the 9th, if there are any signs of awakening. The old man had already fallen asleep, and suddenly, as if he remembered something, he opened his eyes again and commanded the boy beside him.

"Yes, Elder, wait a minute. Dao Tong said respectfully.

......

Once again, the magic weapon conjured up a scene, in which there was a yellow sand, and one of the young men was fighting with others, which was very intense.

The technique of controlling sand with one hand made the old man nod, although it was nothing in his heart, but it was already extremely close to the Great Dao, and it had evolved a trace of Dao rhyme.

"Elder, the Dream Gu is still asleep. Dao Tong looked at the scene of the magic weapon and said to the old man behind him.

"Well, raise the dream to a hundred-year difficulty. The old man nodded and spoke.

"What? Are the elders sure they want to do this? Dream Gu No. 9 only has ten years of dreams, and he will definitely die in the face of the difficulty of a hundred years of dreams, and all the people in this hall are miscellaneous Gu who have not cultivated!" Dao Tong listened to the old man's words, and said with a little panic.

If you face a hundred years of difficulty in a ten-year dream, even Dao Tong himself will not be able to get through it, let alone these miscellaneous Gu who have been directly detained from another world and have no cultivation system.

"Hmph, are you questioning Elder Ben's approach?" the old man tilted his head slightly, and said with a cold snort.

"Dao Tong doesn't dare, it's just that the dream Gu has an accident......

"Do as I say, Elder Ben will bear any accidents. The old man closed his eyes.

Ten years of dreams, to face the difficulty of a hundred years of dreams, even the old man himself has to take a lot of effort, but just now the young man gave him a feeling that was too weird, and he lost contact with the other party in a short period of time, which is simply impossible for the old man.

"No. 9, if you can survive it, you will be the true Gu of my Dream Dao Sect. ”

......

When Fang Zheng appeared again, his body was even more tattered, and the wind and dust seemed to have become a portrayal of him.

It's just that Founder didn't care too much about the image, and walked directly into a store.

"Boy, I thought you ran away. ”

The old face was even older than when Fang Zheng first saw him, as if a year had passed since the other party had passed in the past half a month. The dignified Ice Emperor actually had a feeling of sunset, which made Fang Zheng unable to accept it at once.

"Sir, your injuries are all right. Fang Zheng said.

"Are you knowingly asking?" the old man said as he looked at Fang Zheng with some dissatisfaction.

He was sure that it was impossible for the other party to get the sandy mandala in such a short period of time, and it would take more than a month just to find it, and it was not ruled out that there would be a fight with the snake man.

And the other party was just a spirit person, and the old ice emperor suddenly felt that he believed the wrong person.