Agarwood felt a gust of incense on Zhou Meng's body, and watched in a daze as Zhou Meng stabbed eight feet with a dagger.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Meng was picked up by eight feet, turned around a few times above his head, and went directly to the bonfire.

Agarwood was about to go to the fire to save Zhou Meng, but was pulled by the people around him, "Don't worry about people's affairs, just take a look!"

Just when everyone thought that Zhou Meng would turn into ashes in the bonfire, the bonfire exploded, and Zhou Meng took the spark son and burst out of the bonfire, struggling to throw out the dagger and pierce the chest of the eight feet.

The people in the circle were stunned at first.

After the eight feet smashed to the ground in a daze, everyone began to applaud!

Many people began to rush up, lifting Zhou Meng up, throwing him into the air, shouting "Panasonic".

Zhou Meng felt that she was a reckless Dazuo, but she really wanted to get the name.

The crowd calmed down, Zhou Meng was left on the ground, and Agarwood came over to help Zhou Meng up, pulled him to his side, sat down, and gave Zhou Meng a leg of mutton.

"Do you like the name so much?" Agarwood asked.

Zhou Meng shook his head: "I don't like it very much, I just want it."

The firelight flickered on Agarwood's face, and her smile, mysterious and eerie, "How did I never see you?"

Zhou Meng lowered his head: "I look ugly, before I sent troops, a prisoner of the Dingfeng Sect helped me draw a skin, and I used a new skin. So, it's not the same as before."

"You mean Li Xuanling. He's our son-in-law's nemesis."

"Oh?"

"You don't know yet?" Agarwood said.

"Uh...... I, after changing skins, recuperated for a long time, and when I woke up, we came out, and there were so many things that I probably missed."

"Oops, you're missing out on too many interesting things." Agarwood said with a wicked smile.

"So, can you tell me about it?" Zhou Meng raised his eyes to look at Agarwood, and did not hesitate to sacrifice his smile to win the trust of Agarwood.

Agarwood Didi laughed twice, touched the root of Zhou Meng's ear and said, "It's not too early, you come to my account, and I'll tell you slowly."

"Huh?" Zhou Meng suddenly realized that Agarwood was not a righteous gentleman, but the situation was critical, and it should not be a big deal to sacrifice himself in order to obtain information, "Oh, good."

Agarwood took Zhou Meng and got up to leave, and on the way he heard someone talking about Lichen and Zhou Meng's gunfight.

The history of Lichen's defeat and capture is now used as a talking point by Wenzhong's subordinates, and between the words, it reveals his contempt for Lichen.

It seems that among the people of Lidu, there are also gangs, and several sons are not biological, and there is no confirmation of the relationship between the sects, so they are still scattered.

There are also people performing the competition between Zhou Meng and Lichen.

Lichen lost to Zhou Meng in one move, causing laughter.

When he arrived at the camp of agarwood, Zhou Meng found that this agarwood was not simple.

The provision in her tent is all of the highest quality, and in the capital of Li, only a distinguished guest like the Lord of the Rose can use the same level of provision.

Celadon teacups, sandalwood tables and chairs, and carved lanterns.

"Sit down." Agarwood said.

Zhou Meng saw the small round stool in front of the table and was about to sit on it, but was stopped by Agarwood.

"No, sit there." Agarwood pointed to the bed behind the screen.

Zhou Meng paused, then nodded, "Oh, okay."

Zhou Meng sat on the couch and found that there was a strange evil aura on it, if he didn't guess wrong, it should be the aura of the people of Lidu.

Mo Long: "It's an eye-opener. For every less relationship in the world, there will be one more dream. The energy is really conserved, and there will definitely be people stationed in the wind field."

Zhou Meng: "What are you talking about?" I've been on the battlefield for a long time, and I'm still sure of that."

Agarwood brought tea to Zhou Meng, "I've been thirsty after walking so far."

Zhou Meng took the tea and sniffed it, the taste was familiar, it was a coincidence, and it was intoxicating.

The people of Lidu actually made the drunken incense

Water.

Mo Long: "It's a good sign, every time I encounter a drunken incense, I can see a big scene."

Zhou Meng shook the tea in his hand and didn't drink it for a long time, "Agarwood, I still want to know, tattoo ...... Son-in-law, what kind of festival is there between Li Xuanling."

"You drink the tea, I'll tell you slowly."

"Tell me, drink as you talk."

"The son-in-law fell in love with Wei Lin of the Dingfeng Sect and took Wei Lin with her. In order to protect his son-in-law, Wei Lin was beaten by Jiang Que. happened to be imprisoned by Li Xuanling, and the son-in-law found a way to rescue Li Xuanling. It's good that this Li Xuanling saved Wei Lone, but ah, this white-eyed wolf actually took Wei Lone away!"

Zhou Meng nodded dumbfoundedly, "So, after the son-in-law came, she killed Li Xuanling directly?"

Asking this, Zhou Meng began to look forward to the details of Wei Lian's death, if there were doubts, then Wei Lin might not really die in battle.

"You can't blame the son-in-law. When the son-in-law came to the Dingfeng Sect, she didn't intend to kill anyone, you know, decent disciples, but they are very useful, especially those scholars, with their spiritual power, we don't need a single soldier at all, we can swallow the whole world!"

Zhou Meng was startled, but did not interject, waiting for Agarwood to continue.

"Li Xuanling was not killed by the son-in-law, but was killed by Wei Lin himself. At that time, they were trapped on the agarwood cliff, such a high cliff, who couldn't fall to pieces? At that time, Wei Lin found out that Li Xuanling was in the gap between the capital, and it was she who pushed Li Xuanling off the Agarwood Cliff with her own hands!"

"What about Wei Lone?"

"Wei Lian, you don't know. The old man of Jicang, returning to the light, broke the cauldron and sunk the boat, and actually used the catastrophe to deal with us. This Wei Lin was killed in the Heavenly Tribulation."

"The Heavenly Tribulation will only fall on one person, how can it kill Wei Lian? How could they kill all the people of the Agarwood Cliff?"

"You know so much about the Tribulation?" Agarwood asked.

"Oh, Li Xuanling talked about it when he changed my skin."

"Your friendship with Li Xuanling doesn't seem to be shallow?"

"No, no."

Zhou Meng calculated, if the catastrophe was too big to someone else, it was likely that the catastrophe would be transferred.

After the Heavenly Tribulation is transferred, a Heavenly Tribulation will be divided into large and small Heavenly Tribulations.

In this way, it is also possible for Wei Lin to die after the catastrophe.

Why did Jicang transfer the Heavenly Tribulation, was it just to clear out a wave of Lidu people?

But the gains outweighed the losses, and he didn't save anyone, but killed Wei Lian.

The Misty Master is also there, and if the Dingfeng Sect no longer has Wei Lone, it will be a group of dragons without a leader.

What the hell is Jicang thinking?

Could it be that the catastrophe has arrived, and the cans have been broken and broken?

No, in that case, the timing won't be so good.

What is Jicang calculating?

"Then, how deep is the hypocrisy of the son-in-law and Wei Lian? Son-in-law, will you give up Wei Lian's life in order to attack the Dingfeng Sect?"

Agarwood pondered for a moment, "This time, the son-in-law really reluctantly cut her love. Before, the son-in-law would rather offend the eldest prince and protect Wei Lone. Perhaps, after Wei Lin escaped, the son-in-law's heart was really cold."

Zhou Meng is also not sure what depth the relationship between Wei Lin and Wenzhong is.

Will Wen Zhong watch Wei Xiao die?

Zhou Meng felt that his spiritual power was passing.

It is the role of Meizu's ashes.

The thunderbolts he put on were all to give aura, and they were also eroding Zhou Meng's spiritual power.

I don't know why it's getting more and more disgusting, Zhou Meng didn't control it for a while, and spit out a mouthful of old blood into the water cup.

Zhou Meng didn't expect that the utility of Meizu's ashes would be so powerful.

The dream barrier is supported by the spiritual energy of the ink dragon, and it has not been affected yet, but Zhou Meng's spiritual power has been eroded.

Meizu's ashes were actually able to penetrate Molong

Psionic energy, this setting is really powerful.

Agarwood saw Zhou Meng vomiting blood, and hurriedly helped Zhou Meng and asked, "What's the matter?"

Zhou Meng prevaricated and said, "It may be that when I first fought, I suffered an internal injury and didn't pay attention to it. Agarwood, I need to go out first."

If you don't go out again, Zhou Meng's body may be sucked clean.

Agarwood helped Zhou Meng: "Don't, I'll take you to the Silk Tower."

"What tower?" Zhou Meng asked.

"How long have you slept in the Thunderbolt and you don't even know the Silk Tower?"

"I've been sleeping beauty since I changed my skin, and I don't know what happened next, and then after I woke up, I came out with my son."

"No wonder, come, I'll take you to heal."

Agarwood carried Zhou Meng on his back and walked towards the depths of the Dingfeng Sect.

When he arrived at the broad platform, Zhou Meng saw a towering tower on the vast platform.

Stepping on, the ghostly light flickered, and the light connected the countless people under the tower.

These people all hang their heads and move differently.

The breeze blows, the light swayes, and the bodies of these people also shake, as if they are puppets.

Wire tower, wire draw.

What is Tari?

Where do these people come from?

After getting closer, Zhou Meng was surprised to find that the people under the tower who were controlled were people from Lidu, ordinary people, and cultivators whose spiritual power had been exhausted.

Among them, there are many cultivators of the Dingfeng Sect.

Suddenly, Zhou Meng saw a familiar face in the crowd.

It's not someone else, it's really yourself.

Agarwood felt Zhou Meng tremble, "What? Scared? These are just mirrors, they are all people reflected in the Falling Sky Mirror, so they look like real people."

Zhou Meng: "The person who came out of the Falling Sky Mirror? The mirror image of the Falling Sky Mirror is mapped to the human world?"

"That's right." Agarwood suddenly stopped, "I see you in the mirror. Panasonic, you ......."

Zhou Meng looked at himself in the mirror, but he didn't notice anything unusual.

"What?"

"You in the mirror image are wearing the Dao robe of the Dingfeng Sect. Hold an ink sword."

Zhou Meng continued unhurriedly, "Dingfeng Sect, there is only one person who uses the ink sword."

"Zhou Meng!"

As soon as the words fell, Zhou Meng was left behind by agarwood.

Zhou Meng took advantage of the situation and pulled a dagger from Agarwood, "Little girl, if you are wise and foolish, since you know who I am, you shouldn't say it, otherwise, today will be your death day."

"You are Zhou Meng, you really live up to your reputation, under such a thick ash powder, you can retain your spiritual power."

Zhou Meng borrowed Mo Long's tenfold time to go to Agarwood's side and put the knife on Agarwood's neck: "You know my cultivation. Take me to the Silk Tower, and if you sit well, I can consider not killing you, and give you a chance to change your ways."

Agarwood helplessly led Zhou Meng and scolded Zhou Meng: "Your skin is as deep as your cultivation. You're in Meizu, you've been spoiled by the charm master, and now you're back, and you're still so alive."

"You go and inquire, does Meizu have such a person as Zhou Meng. Let me tell you, the current queen of the charm lord is called Zhuang Xiang." Zhou Meng said with a broken mouth.

Agarwood obediently led the way to a silk tower.

When Zhou Meng was about to praise Agarwood for being sensible, Agarwood shouted loudly: "Son-in-law! Zhou Meng sneaks in!"

What an agarwood, you actually dig a pit for me!