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Mortal dust, south great, south city.

On this day, the city was boiling, the god thief who saw the head and tail of the dragon went crazy, and the quirky Nine Emperor Princes were on the verge of death and delirious.

His Majesty Long Yan was furious, and he was about to find out the power behind this thief.

Although the Nine Emperors are the ones who give him the most headaches, they are the ones with the strongest true dragon energy, and they are the most promising princes to ascend the throne!

But now, he is in a coma, and according to the imperial doctor, he is afraid that he will sleep forever. Unless... Unless the thief wakes up.

But the thief has gone mad, and no one knows why.

Nanjiu lay quietly in the Nine Palaces, with three saints to heal his wounds, and the Ten Kings came outside the Nine Palaces to guard, and the King of Qi was among them.

King Qi is still wearing a big red robe, still wearing a flat crown, but he is missing the mustache on the corner of his mouth, and he can't stand up, and he is full of spirit.

It is the most conspicuous and powerful of the ten kings.

King Qi looked at the huge palace and the dead nine palaces, and then looked at the sky, a trace of confusion flashed in his deep eyes.

And Nan Jiu seemed to have completely fainted, fell asleep, and he came to the world where the sky is the sea and there are countless footprints on the earth.

"Who the hell am I? who can tell me!" Nan Jiu fell to his knees with a miserable laugh.

When he was suppressed by the thief's ability to move mountains, a fleeting purple light bloomed in his eyes.

That purple light seems to be innate!

He burst into tears, he didn't know why he was sad, he didn't know why he wept, he didn't know why he wept!

He wiped his tears, like a child who had fallen, and slowly raised his head and looked into the distance. But I saw that it was not a palace, nor was it a city of wind whispering, but a sky-high gate.

"What kind of door is this......" Nan Jiu muttered, gradually raising his head, even needing to look up.

This door, too big and too big, is gray all over, like a fog condensing, standing up to the sky.

Nanjiu's eyes showed a hint of longing, eager to know the answer. It wouldn't be much if he had been obsessed, but he already knew a little.

It's as if he's not him.

He'd go and take a look at the door.

Nanjiu stood up, barefoot, and walked step by step, every step he took, as if he were a lifetime. The body is changing rapidly, becoming an old man, becoming a woman, becoming a child.

He didn't know how many steps he had taken, and he didn't know how many times he had changed, like a traveler in the desert thirsting for water, going to the oasis in his heart.

The golden ocean turned into the sky, shining with endless golden light, containing light and heat, evaporating the sweat he had just shed, and the heat was unbearable.

The soil on the ground is no longer moist and is getting drier. The sea of clouds in the distance was churning, rolling and spreading.

All around, it became white and expansive, like mist, obscuring his vision, and he couldn't distinguish between southeast and northwest.

The light and heat intensified the volatilization of the sea of clouds, making him feel as if he was in a steamer. The ground is no longer dirt, but dry and waterless sand, which seems to set off a sandstorm in the rolling of the sea of clouds.

It was as if this day, this earth, everything in this heaven and earth was hindering his progress, hindering him from reaching the gray gate.

However, he was fearless, even though his body changed in various ways, his gaze was still the same, as if he could see through the white mist and see through everything.

He is no longer Nanjiu, nor Qi Yu, nor Teng Desire!

Who he is, maybe no one knows.

With every step he took, there were many more memories in his mind, many memories that didn't belong to him, to no one. These memories are like worlds, and he is constantly shuttling through them, mountains and seas, cities and plains, forests, sky and stars!

After constantly shuttling, these memories are also constantly dissipating, except for leaving a vague word, there is nothing else, and even the footprints behind him have disappeared one by one.

I don't know if it was filled by the wind and sand, or because of the flow of sediment, or because of him.

These vague words, with the superposition of memories after dissipation, gradually solidified and gradually became clear.

It was a word that seemed to be carved out of a stone dagger, and every stroke was very sharp, not like it was written, but like it was cut out with a knife.

That's a "Teng" word!

When he saw clearly, a trumpet sounded, a war drum sounded, and a beacon fire burned in his mind.

Teng!

One after another, one after another, roared, echoed in his ears, deafening. It's as if you're there, but you can't see anything.

These cries filled his eardrums and heart, and these cries seemed to declare war on heaven and earth, turning into layers of ripples and spreading in all directions.

Teng!

These voices are getting louder and louder, like thousands of troops, which make people's blood boil, earth-shattering, and the world is shattered. It was a longing, a strong longing.

This strong desire seems to be innate, like seven emotions and six desires, like a vow not to give up, rather than give in!

Innate desire!

Conquer the heavens and the earth, sweep everything!

Desire!

"I... My name is...... Rise... Desire!" His body was changing rapidly, and he was frozen in the appearance of Teng Desire.

Dressed in a white feather coat, his eyebrows are clear, his skin is quite dark, and the pupils in his eyes are light purple that is difficult to detect.

Teng Desire is not the end, nor the starting point, it is still far from the gray gate, although the footprints behind him are filled, but the footprints in front of him are still the same.

And still countless!

In the moment when Teng Wan's voice echoed, he slowly closed his eyes, the golden sea in the sky lost its color because he closed his eyes, and the wind and sand on the earth dissipated because he closed his eyes.

Heaven and earth are falling!

His body then turned to smoke and vanished.

When he opened his eyes again, Teng wanted to stand quietly in front of the long hall in the Nine Palaces, his face was slightly angry, he raised his hand and waved, directly pinched the nine slaves beside him, and said: "Dreams are not dreams, I wake up and break them for me!"

"No... No!" Nine Slave's eyelids jumped rapidly, and he was pinched by Teng Desire in the scream, and blood splattered.

The moment the nine slaves died, the nine palaces collapsed, the palace dissipated, and the southern city disappeared out of thin air.

When he appeared, outside of Windwhispering City, his heart was pierced by the spear, and his eyes lost all color.

"Who the hell are you, why are you trapped me in a dream?" Teng wanted to roar, crushing the spear in his heart and jumping up.

Stepping towards the Wind Whispering City, his eyes fell coldly in front of the homesick building.

"Why do you insist on waking up......" The voice came from in that building, from Qi Yu's father, the shopkeeper of the homesick building.

Teng Xiang snorted coldly, rushed in, punched the other party's chest, and said coldly: "Say!"

The shopkeeper rolled upside down, and said with a miserable smile: "Do you know that a dream takes ten years!"