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The scene of Nanjiu being robbed in front of the palace caused an uproar in an instant, making the scattered people whisper.

"This black light... Isn't that a thief?"

"If you don't say it, I'll forget it...... Before the arrival of King Qi, he didn't catch him. ”

"Yes, I didn't expect it to become more and more unscrupulous, I used to be sneaky, but now it has become a blatant steal. ”

In the midst of these people's discussions, a person suddenly flew out of the imperial city, dressed in black armor and eight feet high. With a black mask, his cultivation is spreading, and he is a powerhouse of the Holy Realm.

"Weifu Ding Kui has seen the Nine Emperor Princes. ”

"Ding Ding Ding, what are you staring at? Don't you catch the thief?" Nan Jiu was sweating profusely in the blink of an eye, and his anger could not be extinguished.

"His Royal Highness the Nine Emperor Princes, this thief's speed is shadowless, and the King of Qi can't find it, and it's useless to go down. Ding Kui said, as if there was something unspeakable.

"When did the Imperial City become so chaotic...... Can't even catch a thief?" Nanjiu sweated like rain, and his long black shawl hair suddenly became wet.

He was extremely afraid of the heat, he couldn't stand it at all, and since he was a child, it was his nightmare when it was hot. Under the scorching sun of dog days, even if it is just after the morning, it is unbearably hot.

The sweat on Nanjiu's forehead was constantly overflowing, and the slender eyelashes couldn't stop it from flowing into his eyes. It's quite spicy, and the water curtain in front of me is very uncomfortable.

He raised his hand and wiped it, only to see that the tall and majestic palace in front of him had become the Wind Whispering City in his dreams!

That mountain, the Great Dragon Temple on the mountain.

The water, the Dongwang River that flows eastward.

That brick and tile, that grass and tree, so familiar, and so unfamiliar.

His heart ached again, and he didn't know why it hurt, and he walked forward blankly. It seems that at this moment, he is no longer Nanjiu, but the son of the Hanmen in the dream, Qi Yu!

On his hand, at some point, there was an extra handkerchief, but it was white, white and not stained with a trace of dirt.

It's like the goose feathers and snow falling from the sky, flawless.

"Whose handkerchief is this, and who am I?" Nanjiu seemed to have a lot of memories in his mind.

He couldn't tell if he was Nanjiu, Qi Yu, or neither.

He couldn't tell if it was the Imperial Palace, or the Wind Whispering City, or if it wasn't.

The scorching sun and winter snow are in the sky, yin and yang coexist, this scene, he doesn't seem to have seen it for the first time, as if he has seen it countless times.

But he couldn't understand anything, he didn't know who he was, and he didn't know what this yin and yang represented in the same day.

His feet were damp earth as far as the eye could see, and above him was a blue sea, endless!

Every step he takes, there will be a footprint, and in front of him, there are countless footprints, each of which is his own footprint!

It seems that he has been here countless times, but he still does not know who he is. If he regarded this as an infinite cycle of reincarnation, then he did not reach the other side in these countless reincarnations.

I didn't see myself clearly, I didn't see through this world!

Obviously stepped into the City of Wind Whispering, staring at it, but in the distant sky, the winter snow was drifting, but it condensed into a sea of rolling clouds in all directions, and the scorching sun was in the sky, but it turned into the golden ocean in the sky!

"Here...... What the hell is the place......"

"The Nine Emperors... Are you alright......" A murmur echoed in his ears again, and everything in front of him was shattered, as if the years had been reversed, and time had gone backwards.

Nanjiu's eyes slowly opened, still lying on the carved dragon and phoenix, and the fragrant and pleasant redwood bed.

He was short of breath, sweating profusely, his palace was still in front of him, the sky was still dark outside the palace, and the nine slaves were still standing not far away, dressed in black robes, bowing their waists.

The surrounding "furniture" is still the same, without the slightest change, as if everything is like a mirror.

It's like a dream!

"What's wrong with me...... I had a dream... The sky is a sea of gold, and there are countless footprints on the earth......" Nan Jiu muttered to himself, as if he couldn't give up.

He was confused, dazed, and watched himself wake up again, as if nothing had happened.

I even forgot that it was the first time I woke up like this.

"Your Highness has been woken up by the heat again, and the old slave is going to fetch the living crystal. Jiu Nu lowered his head and listened to Nanjiu's self-talk, his eyelids jumped faster.

"Go, go, go, go back quickly, this damn dog day, the heat is killing this prince. Nanjiu urged, and seemed to forget, forgot how many times he said this sentence.

Every time it is repeated, just like this dream, this day!

Only this time, it seemed to be a little stronger, and he wiped the sweat from his forehead. Just as he was about to get up, he saw a young man standing outside the door of the temple, wearing a yin and yang mask, wearing a black robe, and a white butterfly embroidered on the robe.

The young man raised his hand, clutching a palm-sized, azure crystal in his hand.

It's a living crystal!

"You ......" Nanjiu looked at his heart roaring, as if he remembered something.

"Do you remember, if you do, come after me......" After the young man finished speaking, he turned into a black light and left.

"Don't go, I... I remember you, don't go-!" Nanjiu suddenly rushed out in a roar, and his cultivation spread with a bang, and it was a half-step holy realm!

He turned into a pale golden light and followed.

"It's only been half a step in the Holy Realm, how long have you been sinking?" the young man spoke in the distance, meaningful.

"You... Stop!" Nanjiu's eyes were red, and for some reason, he seemed to be crazy.

Seeing that he was getting farther and farther away from the other party, he gritted his teeth and pointed to his eyebrows.

Suddenly, he let out a roar, like a dragon's groan, and his cultivation suddenly climbed up crazily, and in an instant, he stepped into the holy realm!

There was even a shadow of a true dragon outside the body, and the speed increased tenfold in an instant, like an arrow off the string, chasing after the other party at the moment when he was about to leave the Nine Palaces.

"Where to go, stop for this prince!" Nan Jiu's face was hideous, and he grabbed the young man's robe and pulled it hard, but it was in vain.

"The speed is enough, what about the strength?" The young man with the yin and yang mask was slightly surprised, and waved his hand with a slap, and Nanjiu directly reversed it.

With a bang, it smashed on the wall behind it, and the Nine Palaces were a sensation!

"How dare you hit me... You're looking for death!" Nan Jiugui is the dignified Nine Emperor Princes, and the Nine Emperor Princes alone have three words, which is second only to His Majesty as a symbol of imperial power.

Except for his father, the emperor has beaten him, and no one in the world has dared to beat him.

No matter how easy-going his temperament is, he can't hide the arrogance that flows in his blood, contains it in his bones, and is born in the emperor's family!

He is a descendant of the true dragon son of heaven, and even though he does not have the blood of a true dragon, he also has the qi of a true dragon.

Dragon, don't take offense!