"If you're useful, then just say it quickly, and I'll see how useful you are. Zhu Feng snorted coldly.

Bai Cangdong didn't have the heart to argue with him, he was a little apprehensive in his heart, if this one didn't work again, he couldn't think of anything else in his head.

"Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog, come in the middle of the night, go in the morning. When you come like a spring dream, you go to the clouds and have nowhere to go. Bai Cangdong's expression was slightly solemn and read out this Bai Juyi's "Flowers Are Not Flowers".

"This is the poem you think? It's flowers and fog, where do all these messy things come from in a dream for a thousand years, you can do it...... Meaning...... Thinking ......"

Before Zhu Feng's words were finished, he only felt that the entire stone steps trembled violently, and streams of mist poured out of the pearls on the stone wall, but in the blink of an eye, the entire stone steps were shrouded in thick fog.

It's just that this dense fog didn't last too long, condensing towards one place at a very fast speed, and when Ning Xue and the others came out of the fog, they saw that Bai Cangdong had a slender and narrow knife in his hand, the blade was only two fingers wide, as thin as a cicada's wings, and there was a faint mist entwined on it, which looked like a real illusion from a distance, and ethereal like a true immortal soldier.

"How is this possible?" Zhu Feng looked at the knife in Bai Cangdong's hand blankly, he really couldn't believe that Bai Cangdong's messy-sounding broken poem had really been recognized by a sage-level saint soldier for a thousand years.

"Is that really a thousand-year-old dream of a sage in the heart?" Liu Qiancheng looked at the knife in Bai Cangdong's hand, and he couldn't believe it.

"A dream for a thousand years, when it is really beautiful, people can't believe that it is a real existence, and it is worthy of being a saint of the sage level. Ning Xue said enviously.

Bai Cangdong gently waved the thousand-year-old dream in his hand, as if he had no weight in his hand, and he didn't even seem to need his strength.

Although this is a sage-level holy weapon, Bai Cangdong can't feel what the strength of this knife is, and there is no domineering feeling of those divine blades in film and television dramas, except that it looks very beautiful and exquisite, there is no such thing as a divine weapon treasure at all.

After appreciating it for a while, Bai Cangdong wanted to hand over the thousand-year-old dream to the ancient emperor of the ten directions and bring it into the virtual world, but the ancient emperor of the ten directions showed his form, and before he could catch the thousand-year-old dream, he felt that the sword body of the thousand-year-old dream trembled, and the phantom of the ancient emperor of the ten directions was instantly dispersed, and Bai Cangdong suddenly opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of blood.

The blade of the Thousand Year Dream let out a soft groan, as if it was laughing at Bai Cangdong for wanting to put it into nothingness.

Bai Cangdong secretly smiled bitterly in his heart: "It is worthy of being a spiritual divine soldier, and I can only hold it in the future." ”

Because there is no scabbard, Bai Cangdong has no way to hang a thousand-year-old dream on his waist, he can only hold it in his hand, and look around, the original stone steps that do not see the end of the stone steps up and down are now clear, a total of only four or five hundred steps, you can see the head at a glance, they have walked for so many hours, they are just spinning on these four or five hundred steps, the power of a thousand years of a dream is really amazing.

Where they were, there were only less than ten steps from the stone monument engraved with "The only dream for a thousand years, waking up without a trace" at the beginning, and the waterways when they came were also clearly visible, but they still didn't see the shadow of the purple clothes.

Zhu Feng and the others were still a little attracted by the Millennium Dream at first, but they soon looked away from the Millennium Dream, because at the end of the stone steps, there was a closed bluestone gate.

"Bai Cangdong, the most precious holy product of the Sage of the Heart Dream has been given to you in a thousand years of dreams, and the rest of his things, you won't fight with us anymore, right?" Zhu Feng swallowed and said.

He secretly calculated in his heart that a thousand-year-old dream should be a barrier for the Xinmeng sage to stay there to prevent others from entering his hermitage, and now that the thousand-year-old dream has been broken, this stone gate must be the hermitage of the Xinmeng sage, even if he can't get a thousand-year-old dream, the relics of the Xinmeng sage are enough for him to squander.

"Senior Brother Bai broke a dream for a thousand years as the first credit, and the relics of the sage in his heart, Senior Brother Bai naturally accounted for a large share. Liu Qiancheng is much more scheming than Zhu Feng.

Of course he didn't want to give it to Bai Cangdong, but now Bai Cangdong was holding a spiritual sage level holy product divine weapon in his hand, although he and Zhu Feng were both scribes and nine grades, but I am afraid that it would be difficult to resist the blow of a thousand years of dreams, where would he dare to give Bai Cangdong without dividing things, and now he was even more afraid that Bai Cangdong would use a thousand years of dreams to forcibly occupy all the relics of the sage of the heart dream.

Bai Cangdong was about to say something, but suddenly his face changed slightly, and he turned to look at the waterway below, only to see that a person had already stepped on the water, and in an instant, he had climbed the stone steps, and it was Fang Jianhao, the disciple of Jianyang Zhenren.

"You're hiding well, let me find it for a while. It's a pity that even if you hide to the ends of the earth, it's useless, your body has been planted with spiritual incense, no matter where you flee, you can't escape from my palm. Fang Jianhao pulled out his long sword and pointed at Bai Cangdong approaching step by step: "I don't have the patience to play with you anymore, so I'll send you down now to make amends to my master." ”

As he spoke, the sword light on the long sword in Fang Jianhao's hand slashed out like a match, but in an instant, it slashed in front of Bai Cangdong's face, and he was about to cut Bai Cangdong in half.

Bai Cangdong waved the thousand-year-old dream in his hand, it was still so light and fluttering like nothing, the gray mist on the knife body was entangled, like a fairy's skirt fluttering, flying out from the body of the knife.

The moment the gray mist and the sword light clashed, it actually passed through the sword light silently, and strangely passed directly through the sword light and passed through Fang Jianhao's body, as if the gray mist was just a phantom.

When!

Fang Jianhao's body was penetrated by the gray mist, and there was not a trace of injury, but Fang Jianhao was as if he was demented, his whole eyes widened and he was there, and he didn't even know that the indefinite sword in his hand had fallen to the ground.

Bai Cangdong picked up the uncertain sword in his hand, and looked at Fang Jianhao vigilantly, Fang Jianhao still stood there motionless, without even blinking his eyes, as if he had turned into a stone statue.

"Kill him quickly, he was killed by a thousand years of dreams, legend has it that people who are killed by a thousand years of dreams will be trapped in dreams, if he can't break the dream with his own artistic conception, even if it is a thousand years old, it will be difficult to wake up, and now he is completely defenseless, it is the best time to kill him. Liu Qiancheng shouted loudly to Bai Cangdong.

Bai Cangdong looked at Fang Jianhao, then at the sword in his hand, shook his head and said, "Forget it, let him fend for himself, he doesn't deserve to let my hands be stained with blood." ”

Bai Cangdong has never really killed a person so far, with his education on the earth, if he fights with his life in battle, it will be just a kill, and if he kills, it is called legitimate defense, but now he is a little unable to kill a person who has no power to fight back.

Anyway, Fang Jianhao has been in a dream for a thousand years, I'm afraid it will be impossible to wake up until he dies, even if he wakes up, he is no longer Bai Cangdong's opponent, and Bai Cangdong is not afraid that he will turn the sky.

"If you want to pretend to be high and don't do anything, that's your business, I don't want to leave a disaster. Zhu Feng refused to let Fang Jianhao fend for himself, holding a knife in his hand and slashing at Fang Jianhao.

The long knife slashed directly at Fang Jianhao's neck, and suddenly cut a deep mark, from which blood gushed out, but after an instant, Zhu Feng's face changed greatly.

I saw that Fang Jianhao's wound was gushing blood, and his body unexpectedly swelled up, exploding like a bomb, bursting out with a blazing divine light, and Zhu Feng, who bore the brunt of the attack, was suddenly pushed upside down by the divine light and flew back.

The powerful divine light shock wave made Bai Cangdong and several people also stand unsteadily, rolling backwards like leather balls, and finally all of them crashed into the stone gate at the end of the stone steps, and the stone gate was actually knocked open, and the three of them immediately rolled into the stone gate.