Jiangnan Xie family.

The girl knelt in front of the ancestral shrine, carefully playing with the silver spear in her hand, smiling, her eyes were misty, as if she was in a dream.

The Confucian spear, which was admired by the ancestors of the Xie family, was imperceptibly infected, and the gun was infected by the great Confucian Xie Feixuan Haoran's qi, and became a very spiritual weapon and became the heirloom of the Xie family.

A middle-aged scribe stood in front of Xie Zhiyi, with his back to the ancestral shrine, looked at his daughter, and said heavily: "Zhiyi, you hold this gun, transfer to the fastest divine horse, go all the way to the north, go to find a descendant of the Heavenly Master, and work with him to complete your mission!"

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The night is like an incomparably wide blanket, and the stars in the sky are like crystalline and shining gems adorned on this blanket.

Xie Zhiyi squatted on the roof of the inn, looking at the desert dotted with silver by the galaxy, and a bitter feeling arose, especially today's events.

"What?

Li Jun didn't know when he came behind Xie Zhiyi, the feather fan was swaying, and the white robe was like a fairy, fluttering in the dust, not stained with dust.

"It's not that I don't know, why do you say that!" As soon as he saw Li Jun, he seemed to have a pimple in his heart, it didn't hurt or itch, he just wanted to clean him up.

But now it's good, I still have to listen to him unconsciously, isn't he just a little heavenly master? What's the big deal?

It seems that now is truly remarkable!

"I'm disappointed with your performance today!" was still the same expression, but there was a hint of coldness in the mouth, which made people shudder.

"Did you beat me?" Xie Zhi was unconvinced, and defended.

"If I think, there are a hundred ways to kill you, leaving no trace! I have a body of force, but I don't know how to use my brain!" Li Jun's voice became colder, and there was a threat in it.

"It's as if you're very powerful!" Xie Zhiyi muttered, but his voice was obviously much weaker, and his confidence was obviously insufficient. Because he also understands his own shortcomings, Confucian ancestors have a saying: Knowing mistakes can be changed, and good is great.

"Also, tonight, survive!" After speaking, Li Jun stopped talking, jumped and fell.

"Hey, you...... Inexplicable!" Xie Zhi is anxious, isn't the Heavenly Master's Mansion teaching you not to say everything?"

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The inn is on the second floor.

Li Jun and Uncle Gu sat opposite each other, and the atmosphere was a little depressing.

Li Jun stood up, looked at the hazy moonlight, and a trace of worry flashed across the corners of his eyes: "Commander Gu, I won't say anything about beating around the bush, the land of right and wrong, I hope you can keep your husband's bloodline, don't risk your life!

Uncle Gu touched the stick on the pestle, his eyes were moist, and his eyes were full of nostalgia, "Can you escape?

Li Jun sensed the firmness in Uncle Gu's eyes, stopped talking, turned around and took a sip of wine, and leaned back in the chair quietly.

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The Kasa Desert is the largest desert in the whole northern Xinjiang, with the sunset over the long river, the vast yellow sand, the lonely smoke rising slowly, and the yellow sand in front of you is quite desolate and dilapidated.

At night, it is not as good as the lights of thousands of homes in the capital of northern Xinjiang, the noise is noisy, only the moon hangs in the galaxy, and the fireflies are at what time.

A middle-aged scribe in white walked slowly on the sand dunes, gently shaking the feather fan, the feather fan is quite exquisite, there is a painting in one fan, there is a mountain in the painting, and the mountain has a mouth, as if there is light, the beginning is extremely narrow, and the other side suddenly opens up. The land is flat, the houses are like that, and there are good fields and beautiful ponds and mulberry bamboos. Qianmo traffic, chickens and dogs smell each other. Among them, the men and women are dressed like outsiders. Yellow hair hangs down and is happy.

It's like a paradise!

The middle-aged scribe in white clothes, a peach blossom blooms on his chest, and a heavenly character is engraved on the white clothes on his back.

The middle-aged scribe paused, stopped, sat on the sand dunes with his feet slightly disced, and said lightly to the vast desert: "Friend, I've been following you for so long, come out!"

After speaking, I saw a cloud of black gas swirling above the sand dune, as sticky as silt, and then formed a human figure, no, not a person, just like a shadow, all over the body, except for the double pupils were a miserable sickly white, all black.

"Oh, do you want to get involved in the Shadowless Building?" the middle-aged scribe sighed in surprise, and his whole body tensed, it was really because of the existence of the Shadowless Building, which made people's hearts chill.

Shadowless Building, is the most mysterious killer organization on the rivers and lakes, the survival of the world can no longer be recorded, but the information about it is extremely rare, but there will always be clues, although the real name of many killers is unknown, but every time they kill a person, they will leave a code name, this is their name on the rivers and lakes.

They are very good at hiding themselves, or hiding in the wilderness, or in the city, or in the court.

There was once a killer of the Shadowless Building, hidden in the court, and finally assassinated the then lord of the Northern Frontier, and although this assassin was captured, he had committed suicide by poisoning, and finally found out that the identity of this person at that time was actually the Dazai of the dynasty!

"The Celestial Killer - Shadow! You really look up to me!"

Hearing this, the shadow smiled quite strangely, and a hoarse and harsh voice pierced out: "Kill you, I'm called Shadow!"

After speaking, the shadow disappeared directly, as if it had turned into a speck of dust and fell into the vast sea of yellow sand, which could not be found.

"Phantom Magic?" the middle-aged scribe smiled faintly, and then said, "Sneaky, don't forget, I'm from the Heavenly Master's Mansion, do you dare to get an axe?"

Illusion, the so-called illusion, is like putting yourself in a dream, where you can't believe what you see, but you can't believe what you see.

This is the truest thought in your heart, once you are hit by this technique, you can only face it, and you have to find a way to crack it, so the easiest way to face the person who knows this technique is not to let him perform the illusion technique, and to break the preparation.

The night sky suddenly turned red, a full moon was brighter than the sun, and the night of the previous second turned bright at this moment.

"The heart has a paradise, and the vanity is broken!"

The middle-aged scribe drank, the feather fan in his hand lit up, the peach source in the feather fan seemed to be alive, on the desert, the peach forest came out for no reason, a clear stream passed through it, the snake was broken, and the light and extinction were visible. Its shore is different from each other, and its source is unknown.

The peach blossoms bloom and drift slowly, or fall on the peach branches, or on the woodland, or on the stream, the grass is delicious, and the flowers are colorful.

Break the illusion with the illusion!

The peach blossom on the middle-aged scribe's chest lit up, like a star, shining with the bright moon, and its brightness far exceeded the bright moon conjured up by the shadow illusion before.

But at this point, the middle-aged scribe was not the slightest excited, and his heart was secretly shocked: "No, something is wrong!"