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After chatting with Gong Yiping for a while, Zi Baifeng found out that Uncle Gong's son is not as interesting as Uncle Gong at all, although Uncle Gong is old-fashioned, he is actually a sullen person, but his son is extremely old-fashioned from the inside out.

After chatting with him for a while, Zi Baifeng also felt bored, but this character really made Zi Baifeng extremely relieved, like Gong Yiping, who is an excellent subordinate, but he is not necessarily a good friend.

"You deal with these flying swords, you are here to protect me, if you are still like today, you still need me to come forward when you encounter something, wouldn't you be derelict in your duty?" Zibai said, Gong Yiping suddenly lowered his head in shame.

Zi Baifeng suddenly felt that he was talking too much, if it was Luo Qianshan's faceless and skinless guy, maybe he would take Zi Baifeng's words as a compliment, and retorted: "Then you can be more active!" When Gong Yiping said this, he would take it very seriously.

"Yes, my subordinates understand. Gong Yiping's face was sad, "The subordinates will definitely not let the adults work hard again." ”

Zi Baifeng rolled his eyes, shook his head, picked a flying sword casually, erased the original prohibition, and poured in the aura of the demon cultivation technique, instantly raised this flying sword directly to the third order, handed it to Gong Yiping, and said, "This sword is given to you, treat it well." ”

To the top of the road, it is best to raise it by Gong Yiping himself, and Zi Baifeng's demon cultivation recipe also has a limit.

Gong Yiping knelt down on one knee, took it with both hands, and wanted to say something thankful, but his mouth was stupid, and he only said one sentence: "Thank you, adult!"

Zi Baifeng patted him on the shoulder, turned around and said, "I'm tired, go take a rest, where is my room?"

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Above the mountain, outside the main hall, Guan Guri finished listening to Li Qingtian's report, frowned slightly, and said, "So I understand, you restrain the disciple and don't go to him for trouble." This man is silent, I will find a time to meet him and see if I can win him over. Thinking that with his strength, he will definitely participate in the Face Immortal Conference. ”

"Yes. Li Qingtian said respectfully, he raised his eyes and secretly glanced at Guan Guri, seeing that Guan Guri was looking at the sky and thinking about something, he didn't dare to disturb, and lowered his head again.

Although Guan Guri is still young, his cultivation is not weak, and with the careful cultivation of the sect, he is very calm, Li Qingtian has decided to tie himself to Guan Guri's chariot.

As the so-called icing on the cake is not as good as sending charcoal in the snow, if it is cultivated deeper in the future, and then you want to lean on, it is not so easy.

At this moment, a disciple came in a hurry, and when he saw that both of them were there, he quickly paused and did not dare to speak.

"What's the matter?" Guan Guri looked at the red-clothed disciple.

"Son Qiyu, there are several people below who have come to visit, claiming to be the envoy of Xia Junguo. The disciple said.

"Xia Junguo?" Guan Guri nodded and said, "I know the way, you go down." ”

The disciple hurriedly saluted and left, and for these outer disciples, standing in front of Guan Guri, they had to bear great pressure.

"Childe?" Li Qingtian raised his head, waiting for Guan Guri to show off.

"I can't come forward, so I'll go and ask my father to see him. "Guan Gu Ri Dao.

"Yes. Li Qingtian knew that he was just talking to himself, and he didn't plan to listen to his opinion at all.

When Guan Guri turned around, a man in an official uniform also stood in front of the Zifu.

Although the official uniform he wears is similar in style, it is slightly different from the official uniform of the country, which makes people know at a glance that this must be an official from other places.

When the housekeeper came to report, Zi Baifeng was lying on the chaise longue in the courtyard with his eyes closed.

After reaching the sixth trick of cultivating demons, his control over the porcelain tiles and his own territory has become more refined and powerful, and it seems that he can do more things than before.

His sanity traveled through the vast desert of death, and suddenly cast his mind out of the clouds, overlooking the earth. Suddenly, he projected his mind onto the inside of a grain of sand, and felt the tiny crystals full of cracks slowly roll.

He was like a light, a light that could go from one end of the Desert of Death to the other in an instant, and he was like invisible water, which could seep into any crevice.

And he wondered, can he do more?

He focused his attention on a grain of sand, and then the grain of sand slowly levitated, slowly changing shape in the air, slowly turning from solid to liquid, as if weightless, suspended in the air.

Then more sand levitated and threw itself into the melted sand, and gradually, a whirlwind arose, and countless sands swirled in the direction of that grain of sand, melting, merging together.

In the Desert of Death, the cloud boat floats in the air, and several officials in charge of digging the river are on the foredeck deliberating on minor changes to the route. In the rear, the fish balls cast their natal powers, extracting the water from the Death Desert from the ground and letting them flow obediently in the river.

The little fish ball followed his mother, flying happily with a few little cranes, and with the silverfish, there were a few little ones, who were swimming and playing in a huge floating water ball, so unhappy.

Suddenly, Little Stone shouted, "Look!"

In the distance, a tornado of fine sand was raging, and in the tornado, a strange mountain like a tree and a cactus was rising from the ground.

In the Desert of Death, most of the rocks have been sandified, leaving only low mountain packs, and at this time, a huge mountain, under the powerful force, is growing up and reaching into the sky.

The mountain grew at such an astonishing rate that almost all the sand around it was sucked in, like a rough gauze skirt covering the earth that had been pulled up, revealing bare rocks of all colors, smooth as if it had been licked.

Everyone was shocked and stared at each other with wide eyes.

In the blink of an eye, the mountain was already towering into the clouds, the whirlwind gradually stopped, and the bare mountain stood like a pillar of heaven.

The whirlwind of sand stopped, but the whirlwind of aura rose again, and the endless aura gathered together, gradually forming a faint phantom on the top of the mountain.

"It's my brother!" Xiao Shi shouted: "Brother, brother, I'm here!"

Zi Baifeng turned his head and waved his hand at him, this body gathered by the aura was still a little unaccustomed to manipulating - rather, this could not be regarded as a body, but only a projection, because when he lowered his head, he could see the hazy scenery behind him, and his body was just a translucent shadow.

One thought of building a mountain and a pillar of heaven, and then thinking of gathering spirits and magic.

Zi Baifeng gestured on the mountain, feeling the special features of the body caused by this aura, the body of this aura, in fact, is not his body, but the product of his control of the aura, he compressed the huge aura, and then projected his consciousness on it, it became this strange existence.

Is this a doppelganger?

Zi Baifeng stomped his feet lightly, intending to feel whether this body was physical and whether it could touch the ground, who would have thought that when he stepped down, it was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and a huge crack cracked from the top of the mountain, spreading hundreds of meters away, and a spring water gushed out from it, pouring down along the cracked cliff.

Zi Baifeng was speechless, the body conjured up by this aura actually had the power to open mountains and crack stones, which was greater than the power of his body, and I don't know how many times the power of the Dao.

Thinking of the projection formed by the gathering of spiritual energy, the density of spiritual energy is too great, and he lightly kicked it, like a powerful monk struggling with all his spiritual power, and with one palm, the ground shook for it.

After testing the aura and turning into his own body, he waved his hand again and dispersed the aura, leaving only his mind still here, looking left and right.

After the sand was extracted, many things that had not been noticed before were revealed under the yellow sand.

It was once said that every layer of rock has a page of history, recording many things that others have not noticed.

It was a corner of the courtyard.

In the Desert of Death, everything is gray and yellow, but this corner of the courtyard still has bright blue bricks, red tiles and white walls.

Zi Baifeng was about to go over to take a look, but he was suddenly pushed, he opened his eyes, and saw the old housekeeper standing crampedly in front of him: "My lord, there is an envoy from Xia Junguo who has come to visit." ”

"Xia Junguo?" Zi Baifeng was immersed in the joy of discovering a strange existence, and when he heard this, he immediately waved his hand impatiently: "I don't see!"

As he spoke, he rolled over, closed his eyes again, and re-projected his consciousness back into the desert of death.

The old housekeeper waited for a while, and saw that he had no intention of getting up at all, so he had no choice but to go out and inform the people outside the door: "I'm sorry, my adults are still taking a nap, and it is inconvenient to meet guests for the time being." ”

The official of Xia Junguo was also good-tempered, and said: "It's okay, let's wait here, and when the prince wakes up, we'll just disturb it again." ”

The old housekeeper hesitated, but in view of the identity of the other party, he still didn't dare to let them in, leaving a servant to watch, and he ran back to find Zi Baifeng.

At this time, Zi Baifeng had already pulled up a whirlwind of gravel, pulling up all the yellow sand covering the buildings, just like a bride lifting her hijab, revealing her true face, and a city submerged under the yellow sand gradually appeared in front of everyone.

Although it has been covered by yellow sand for I don't know how many years, those buildings are still brand new, and Zi Baifeng can feel that these buildings themselves seem to be protected by unknown powers, or the buildings themselves have a unique amount of power that can lock in the aura.

When the yellow sand was torn away, revealing the huge building complex, everyone couldn't help but take a breath.

This is a huge complex of buildings that occupies a radius of dozens of miles, and from the perspective of the level and planning of the complex, the entire complex was built for the same purpose.

There are many blocks in it, and at a glance you can see the division of functions, and it is obvious that it is not a city, but something else. The wall is not high, nor is it thick, and the courtyard is one after another, just like Zibaifeng's Zifu has been magnified countless times.

Zi Baifeng's consciousness flew to the south, where on a tall porch and on the plaque, the words "Bird and Mouse South Courtyard" were impressively visible.