The sandalwood of the Golden Qibeast Furnace burned to the end, silently turning to ash, and a wisp of blue smoke swirled and dissipated in the Listening Bead Pavilion.

Zhi Hunt Zhen crouched on the desk, his eyelids twitched a few times, and slowly opened them. The white jade dice on several cases came into view, and they became clear from blur.

The scenes of the Tianhe Realm flashed through my mind one after another, like a bizarre dream. Zhi Hunt Zhen raised his head, caught a glimpse of the incense ash in the beast furnace, and shook it for a while. For more than ten years, it is just a short incense stick here, like taking a nap.

Zhi Hunt Zhen got up and walked to the bronze mirror and touched his face, which was still the original human appearance in the mirror. He raised his elbow and glanced at the indentations on his sleeves, which seemed to be asleep on his stomach just now.

But he clearly remembered the scene of himself turning into an Earth Dream Moth and flying into the void rift, and he also clearly remembered the complete swordsmanship inheritance such as the Sword Pill Flying Sky Flow and the Shadow Sword Technique.

Knowing the sea, the starry sky chessboard is slowly moving, the eight-winged golden cicada is still devouring the black mist, and the sword qi is as weak as a gossamer, and Meng Meng Da is lying on his back on the undulating waves of the spiritual sea, staring at the big eyes in a daze.

None of this is clearly a dream.

Zhi Hunt Zhen turned around and picked up the white jade dice, the emerald green dice became extremely dim, and on the dice surface of the "one" point, there was a pattern of a silver-bearded carp man.

That's what he looks like in the Tianhe Realm. It was as if the carp was sleeping quietly in the depths of the dice, waiting for the next awakening.

Zhi Hunt really turned the white jade dice thoughtfully, if the "one" represents the Tianhe realm, then the other seven sides of the dice also represent the other seven worlds of the Earth Dream Dao, opposite to the eight desolations?

This white jade dice can take him through two paths and reincarnate, which is obviously a peerless treasure that is beyond imagination. The only drawback should be that he can't take the real thing out of the Earth Dream Dao, and when he leaves the Tianhe Realm, he clearly still has an iron sword in his hand.

Zhi Hunt Zhen pondered for a while, bit his finger, condensed a drop of essence blood, and landed on the white jade dice. The most urgent task is to make this treasure confess to the Lord, completely collect it for its own use, and then slowly study the mysteries.

Blood droplets fell on the dice and slowly slid down, and the white jade dice did not react. Zhi Hunt Zhen infiltrated it with spiritual power, and tried it repeatedly, but never got anything.

Is it because this treasure can't be recognized, or has he not found the secret to it? Zhi Hunt Zhen rubbed the white jade dice again and again, and after a long time, he noticed a trace of abnormality.

On the octahedral dice face, the inlaid dice points are not all arranged in a straight line: they form a curved arc, such as the "three points", which resembles a skimm. Or left and right columns, shaped like double hooks. Others such as "four points", occupy the four corners of the dice face, and resemble a "mouth".

The many dice dots seem to be randomly distributed, but looking at their trend connection, it looks a bit like a stroke. Zhikari moved in his heart, took out the pen and ink, spread out the rice paper, wrote the dice dots on each side on the paper, tried to connect them into strokes, and then pieced these strokes together into words.

This method seems simple, but it is actually extremely cumbersome. Some of the dots can be joined together to form a hook. Arrange and combine various strokes, move the position, and after deletion, patchwork, and reorganization, you can spell dozens of words back and forth.

Zhi Hunt Zhen stared at the messy and incomprehensible words on the rice paper, chanting repeatedly, and suddenly felt a shock in his heart. He lifted his pen and drew a circle on the words "Shi", "Er", "Ren", "Xi", and "Kou".

The five words were then put together, and the word "person" was replaced with a vertical hook, and then it became three words.

"Anonymous?" Zhi Hunt Zhen said slowly, and the bizarre and missing book "Heaven and Earth Hunting" flashed in his mind.

The emerald green light flashed, and the essence blood remaining on the white jade dice was instantly sucked in and disappeared. Zhi Hunt Zhen heard the sound of a dice rolling in a trance, and his heart moved, and the white jade dice turned into a streamer, threw himself into the sea of knowledge, suspended in the core of the soul, and had successfully recognized the master.

Zhi Hunt was really stunned for a long time, the original owner of the white jade dice was Anonymous? Could this Anonymous be the same person as the Anonymous who wrote "Heaven and Earth Hunting"? If this is the case, this matter is inevitably a little strange. I first got the white jade dice of the anonymous name, and then read his book, how can there be such a coincidence in the world?

Zhi Hunt really had a hint of suspicion, but he couldn't figure it out, pacing back and forth in the room.

"Hey, handsome little guy, are you there? Can I come out?" suddenly exclaimed.

Zhi Hunt's heart moved, and he jumped out of the sea of knowledge and landed on several cases. When she saw Zhi Zhenzhen, she couldn't help but froze for a moment, and then pounced, her eyes lit up, and her eyelashes flickered: "Wow, it turns out that you are so handsome! ”

Zhi Hunt Zhen wiped the saliva from his collar and said, "You stay in Zhihai for the past few days, and when I find a reason, I will take you into the house in public, so as not to leave a flaw." ”

"Okay, whoever makes you handsome, you can say whatever you want. Meng Meng grinned, her eyes turned around, and she exclaimed, "Ah, this pearl is bigger than a watermelon! The curtain is strung with precious stones? Such a large stool of mutton fat jade? I damn it, even the commode is covered with gold leaf, and flowers and birds are carved? Woo woo, reincarnation is really important!"

Zhi Hunt really ignored her nonsense, and as far as he could see, the cute soul crossed into the Tianhe Realm and took away the monkey spirit. Although the two souls are one, they are not perfectly integrated. The monkey spirit's many habits have affected her, and she has lived alone in the wild for many years, so that her temperament is perverse, crazy and eccentric.

Meng Meng jumped and screamed, threw herself on the bed, buried her little face in the soft and fragrant fragrant pillow, closed her eyes, and inhaled deeply in intoxication: "Do you know how long it has been since I slept on a pillow?"

Zhi Hunti watched her slowly calm down, and her small arms hugged the square pillow, trembling lightly. Like the autumn cicadas that fall from the shade of a tree when the weather turns cooler, they flutter their wings on the muddy ground.

"Sooner or later, I'll send you back. After a long time, Zhi Kari said.

"How long will it take sooner or later?" Meng Meng buried her head and said in a voice as low as a gnat, "Actually, you know in your heart, and I understand that I have no hope of going back." You're not God. ”

"Then why...... Will you make a Lord's Pet Companion Spell?"

"To find a reason to live, fool. ”

"I've said everything...... Please...... Please let me die! I just want to die......"

In the damp underground tunnel, Brother Gongzi curled up in a ball, moaning intermittently, his naked body cracked many strange-shaped bloody wounds, his skin rolled outward, and the flesh and blood that bloomed were like sucking lips, trembling with his breathing.

Ning Xiaoxiang put down the bloodstained steel tongs in his hand and sighed.

"I said, don't beg for mercy. I'm already a little tired, and I'd like to take a break, but now ......" He shook his head in disappointment, pulled out a silver needle full of thorns from the torture rack, and kissed it lovingly.

"You're a human, not a dog. A person has to be like a person, let alone a dignified son. Ning Xiaoxiang turned the silver needle and slowly threaded it through Brother Gongzi's nostrils, "Come, let's start again." ”