Chapter Ninety-Five: Old Dreams of Floating Clouds

Jiang Bozhou nodded and said, "Don't worry, Meizun, I, Jiang someone, will never mention this matter to anyone." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½ā€

Meizun nodded, smiled slightly, and said, "Then I will go back to Meizun's mansion first, I will definitely watch Yan Qingsha and others in the near future, if they make any moves, they must be more obstructed, and they must not hurt the innocent." ā€

Jiang Bozhou nodded and said, "Yes, Meizun......"

As soon as Jiang Bozhou's words fell, Meizun ran towards Langkong with a black shadow, perhaps because of the extremely fast speed, so that under the illumination of the moonlight, above the sky, Meizun's trajectory formed a series of afterimages, which did not disperse for a long time.

At this time, the night sky began to light up slowly, and here, people could see a bright light, green on the top, pink on the bottom, and finally a golden-red light, expanding more and more.

At the same time, Meizun was suspended on the top of a pavilion about ten zhang high in the Meizun Mansion, bowing his head slightly, his eyes locked on the courtyard where the disciples of Kunlun Gate lived, smiled slightly, lowered his head and muttered to himself, "If you don't make a sound, it will be enough, if it sounds, it will be a blockbuster......

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Under the bright red sky, the towering buildings are connected like paper-cuts, some light gray, some dark gray, which are particularly dazzling. Soon, the buildings were gilded with the golden sun. The glass or the window in the height sparkles, like a handful of golden stars in the sky.

The sun also rose higher and higher, and at this time, in the courtyard where the Kunlun Sect disciples lived, there were bursts of hideous sounds, which came gracefully.

At this time, in the mind of a hundred miles of floating thoughts, he seemed to have returned to a dark valley not far from the Songfeng Pavilion, this valley was different from what he usually saw, there was a thick aura in the darkness here, and it seemed that even the moonlight was unwilling to sprinkle here.

"Demon Sect, isn't the path of righteousness and demons determined early by you so-called righteous path of the common people? How can there be a distinction between righteousness and demons in the whole world, my Phantom Demon Sect and your Songfeng Pavilion have a common enmity, your Songfeng Pavilion was already destined to be bloodwashed by my Phantom Demon Sect in the future a thousand years ago, and today is the cause and !!effect created by you a thousand years ago" Suddenly, not far from the hundred miles away, a man in a black robe roared loudly and coldly.

"Don't talk nonsense, the devil is different, everyone in the world has to be punished, today I want to come to you, a person from the Demon Sect. Immediately followed by a crisp voice, and this voice was also familiar to Baili Fusheng, it was the voice of Elder Lu Li of Songfeng Pavilion.

"This ......" Baili Fusheng's eyes were glazed, his pupils gradually deepened in his eyes, and he asked himself, "What ......is this?" This is a place I've never been to, is this Elder Lu Li's memories when he was alive?"

At the same time, the dark valley seemed to have undergone thousands of years of vicissitudes of life, and the strong light shone directly on the eyes of Baili Fusheng, when Baili Fusheng opened his eyes, he found that everything in front of him was an unknown territory.

The sky above the clouds is blue, and even a hint of anger is very difficult to find, not far in front of him, it seems to be a sea of flowers, and in the middle of the sea of flowers, there is a pavilion.

At the same time, a woman dressed in white gauze was sitting in the pavilion at this time, with her back to herself, and the back of the woman was also the figure of the woman she saw in her dream some time ago, and for some reason, there was an inexplicable throbbing in her heart.

And this kind of spontaneous throbbing in the bottom of his heart also made Baili Fusheng want to see the curiosity of the woman's face, but just as Baili Fusheng's footsteps were about to come out, a voice behind him suddenly stopped him.

"Fusheng, you're back?"

Perhaps there was a slight sense of familiarity in this voice, Baili Fusheng suddenly turned his head, and the face of an old man suddenly appeared in his eyes, and suddenly in the bottom of Baili Fusheng's heart, a kind of sourness that had been suppressed for a long time in the bottom of his heart suddenly burst out.

Baili Fusheng was almost stunned, and said sadly, "Uncle Yu!"

Yu Yan's gaze was tightly locked on Baili Fusheng, and he smiled slightly, "Fusheng, how have you learned the Songfeng Secret Technique that Lu Li taught you in the past few days?"

Maybe it was these successive thoughts that made Baili Fusheng forget about the bloody slaughter of Songfeng Pavilion, and Baili Fusheng was as weak and authentic as before......; Haven't learned ...... yet."

Yu Yan said with relief, "It's okay, this matter is not in a hurry for a moment." ā€

"Hahahahahaha......ha

Baili Fusheng couldn't help but be stunned, and when he looked up, around the man in blue, there was a stream of black gas, which was extremely aggressive.

"Uncle Yu...... This ......" Baili Fusheng's gaze moved away from the blue-clothed man who was suspended above the sky, and turned his head to look at Uncle Yu, but he was suddenly shocked that Uncle Yu, who was so kind just now, seemed to disappear out of thin air.

At this time, the woman in the white long gauze skirt in the sea of flowers also mysteriously disappeared, leaving only himself and the mysterious man in blue who was suspended above the sky at this time in the realm that he had never reached.

"This ...... Is this a dream?" Uncle Yu disappeared out of thin air, and the past in Baili Fusheng's heart resurfaced again, and he finally realized that what he was experiencing at this time was just a dream.

The mysterious man above the sky suddenly opened his hole, and snorted coldly with disdain, and said, "Weak, how can the power of the immortal pattern be in the hands of a waste like you!!?

"I ...... I'm not weak!!" Baili Fusheng clenched his fists tightly, and at the next moment of this action, in his eyes, a ray of red light slowly appeared, and the immortal lines on his back covered his body.

The mysterious man suspended above the sky smiled slightly and said, "Yes, that's it, hahahahaha...... It seems that you are a member of my Demon Sect after all. ā€

"What?!" Baili Fusheng couldn't help but be startled, and then bent his head slightly, only to see that his whole body was disturbed by the anger just like the mysterious man, "I...... Am I enchanted?"

"Hundreds of miles of floating life, a hundred miles of floating life, you wake up. At this time, Qin Xuefu, who heard the sound, was shouting for a hundred miles.

Baili Fusheng opened his eyes slightly, and at that moment, he subconsciously straightened up, and when he was dazed, he found that he seemed to have touched something soft......