The sky is full of cyclones and the barren land, like an uncivilized and chaotic land, and as far as the eye can see, there are only cyclones that are constantly changing.

The cyclone sometimes condenses into mountains and flowing water, sometimes condenses into temples and buildings, and sometimes sees ancient sages, and changes are endless, like a mirage.

Figures loomed, and each figure faintly exuded an incomparably sacred aura, like a god projected from ancient times to the present.

Yun Yizi is one of them.

"Where is this?"

Yun Yizi was puzzled and tried to observe the surroundings, but found that he could not move, and could only flow with the changes of the cyclone.

I seem to be a puddle of water, a cloud of fog.

"Heaven and earth, there is righteousness!"

Suddenly, a clear voice came from outside the cyclone, and five more Haoran sword qi cut through the cyclone, trying to kill all the phantoms around Yun Yizi.

Buzz –

Yun Yizi only felt that his figure began to condense, and an unknown power poured in, making him enter a posture like a true immortal in the Nine Realms.

No, it seems to be a more terrifying posture than the Nine Realms, it has nothing to do with the realm, it seems to be another life form.

【Innate Beings】

For some reason, an unfamiliar word suddenly flashed in Yun Yizi's mind.

Still thinking, my eyes involuntarily looked down.

The cyclone dispersed, revealing four solid figures underneath, three men and one woman.

It seems that they are all Confucian disciples, and their realms are not low, they are all around the Eight Realms, and the purple-robed man at the head has reached the peak of the Eight Realms, the realm of the Nine Realms in half a step.

It's just that Wanjiezhi didn't react, so Yun Yizi couldn't know who they were.

He didn't know, let alone know these four people, but for some reason, these four people gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Especially the only woman among the four.

It's very familiar, not only that, Yun Yizi even feels that she has her own breath on her.

What's going on?

Could it be that the girl......

It is the ...... of your own future

Daughter?

Could this be the vision of the future?

Yun Yizi fell into a burst of cranky thoughts, and even thought about what her daughter's name would be, if it was her own name, she should be called Yun Yao.

"If you're dead, don't come out and pretend to be a ghost, go back and lie down!"

The Confucian with the wine gourd hanging on his waist sneered disdainfully, and took out another sword.

The phantom shadow below Yun Yizi was immediately erased by a sword and vanished.

However, the phantoms around him did not receive the slightest effect, he didn't know how many phantoms there were around him, and he didn't know if there were higher-level existences above his head, because he couldn't move, and he couldn't even look left and right.

Buzz –

Yun Yizi's star Luo Yunzi suddenly flew out by himself and landed uncontrollably next to a Confucian figure near Yun Yizi.

"Heaven and earth have chess, sunspots, suppress all things. ”

The figure came out with a simple and vicissitudes of voice, raising his hand to pinch Yun Yizi's white chess and letting it go.

Yun Yizi couldn't help but complain, it was obviously a white chess, but he said that it was a black chess.

I'm afraid it's not in a dream, so it's all the other way around.

However, the following arrogant words made him a little uncertain, and he once mentioned a sentence "If you die, don't come out and pretend to be a ghost."

The phantoms around me here are all hung up?

Is that girl really her own daughter?

"Open the book!"

The purple-robed Confucian suddenly threw out a bamboo roll and protected the madman.

Xingluo Yunzi's power seemed to maximize the effect in the hands of the Confucian figure, the purple-robed Confucian student's face was ugly, and the bamboo scroll he threw out was also twisted, as if he was about to lose it.

Come on, unknown Confucian disciple!

Yun Yizi silently cheered for them, and the madman who was protected by the bamboo roll poured another sip of wine, and his eyes became extremely clear.

"Sword open!"

There was a loud bang, as if the void had exploded, and Xingluo Yunzi continued to tremble, and then exploded violently, turning into a cloud of black mist.

Ahh

Yun Yizi scolded secretly, and suddenly felt an irresistible pulling force.

The next moment, Yun Yizi held the Ten Thousand Worlds Chronicle and appeared above the four of them.

Ah, is this my end?

The madman glanced up at Yun Yizi, his hand shook, and he almost couldn't hold the wine gourd, as if he recognized Yun Yizi.

"Yun Yi?!"

I really know it!

Yun Yizi was shocked, and was even more sure that he might have come to the future through some unknown means.

Mmmmmmmm

I really will have a daughter!

Yun Yizi's hand suddenly began to flip the Ten Thousand Worlds, and began to murmur uncontrollably: "Weak Water Realm, three thousand weak water, a thousand drops-"

"Ah Yi is big, run!"

The madman turned his head and ran, but the little girl in the back stood up, flipped her palms, and the scroll slowly spread out, and the black and white ink shadows continued to come out of the scroll.

Yun Yizi flicked his fingers and popped out a drop of weak water from the Ten Thousand Worlds Chronicles.

Before the figure standing firm in the scroll, the weak water instantly dripped through, turned into a ball of ink, and finally dissipated.

I'm so strong!

No, good girl, run, I'm too strong, you can't beat me!

Yun Yizi kept shouting in his heart, and at the same time trying to gain control, I don't know if it was because he was trying to struggle, the weak drop of water suddenly hovered, and did not continue to attack.

"This illusion is too terrifying, isn't it?"

The madman ran back and stood in front of the girl.

Yun Yizi's gaze became unkind, and a burst of resentment naturally arose from the old man's anger.

"No...... It's not an illusion..."The girl's voice trembled slightly: "That weak drop... is real, and ...... It is the drop that signed a contract with Yijun. ”

Why do you call me Yijun? Shouldn't it be Daddy? Yun Yizi was a little puzzled.

"It seems to be conscious, it seems to be wondering?" someone came over and muttered.

Yun Yizi snorted, it's not that it's wondering, it's me, it's me! Hurry up, I can't hold down that drop of water!

Although he was uncontrollable, he could sense how terrifying the weak water he summoned was!

He was afraid that he would continue to attack later.

"It's really conscious, and it's confused, does it know you?"

The purple-robed Confucian turned his head to look at the girl, and the girl shook her head: "I don't know, I ......"

"Zhou Ding casts gluttony, there is a head without a body......"

Yun Yizi once again made an uncontrolled move, and there was an extra gentleman's sword in his hand, using the sword as a pen, a sword and a painting, and the tip of the sword was sprinkled with ink.

"Roar—"

The three-legged gluttonous tripod suddenly took shape, and a beast roar rolled up the black fire all over the sky, pressing down on everyone fiercely.

"Isn't this the unquenchable flame of faith in that Solal in the west!"

The mad Confucian scolded and hurriedly took out his sword, and the purple-robed Confucian did not dare to continue watching the play, and once again sacrificed the opening scroll to protect everyone in it.

Let's go, I'm too strong!" Yun Yizi cried out without tears.

"Weak water! weak water!"

The girl was the only one who didn't make a move, and she suddenly called out to the weak drop.

The weak water shook excitedly a few times, as if in response.

Yun Yizi could clearly perceive that the weak water began to get out of his control, and the consciousness of the girl below seemed to be establishing a connection with the weak water.

Good guys, the weak water seems to have defected, well done!

However, can't you communicate with that girl through weak water?

Yun Yizi thought about it for a while, and couldn't wait to start throwing his consciousness into the weak drop.

I just need to know her name!

An invisible resistance formed around him, blocking his consciousness.

Gan!

"Weak water realm, weak water three thousand-"

The girl imitated Yun Yizi's tone and began to manipulate the weak drop.

"Dripping weight—"

In an instant, that drop of weak water turned into a turbulent river, sweeping an incomparably terrifying force towards Yun Yizi.