Chapter 780 Honorary Title. (The Third Update! Please Subscribe!)

Ji Changfu stood in the air, looking around.

After looking at the surrounding environment, he nodded slightly. This place is the abyss in the dream, and there are many "original immortals" inhabiting it, and their cultivation bases are generally strong, according to the information mastered by Tianshengjiao.

In the original dream of the Fallen Immortal, the abyss is divided into nineteen layers.

Every time one level goes down, the strength of "Yuan Xian" increases to a higher level.

The cultivation of those at the bottom of the abyss has reached an unimaginable level.

However, compared to the starry sky, the danger of the abyss is indeed nothing.

After all, in the starry sky, the "Old Immortal" who is more dangerous than the "Original Immortal" sleeps, and there is also the most powerful Sanzhu Immortal hidden in the dream of the Fallen Immortal!

Thinking of this, Ji Changfu felt it seriously, and soon frowned.

Gui Hengqiu and Chu Mo are also in the abyss now. Although the number of levels is different from his, it is no surprise that the two have become his followers due to their extremely close connection with him.

However, Junior Brother Kang disappeared?

what happened?

Ji Changfu groaned slightly, he was taught by birth to determine the superior and inferior, and there is a huge gap between each level of birth.

Because of this, as the Young Master, Gui Hengqiu, Chu Mo, and Kang Shaoyin are all just true biography, they are his subordinates in this world, bound by sect rules, and recognized by hidden ideas.

According to the rules of the multi-line dream, these three junior brothers and sisters should automatically become his servants as soon as they enter the dream.

But now, how did Junior Brother Kang get rid of this?

He couldn't help frowning: "One person is missing... Forget it, as long as he is not dead, he will always be found later."

"Entering the Eternal Night Desert this time is very hasty, and lacks the support of the Reincarnation Tower. The degree of danger is much higher than when my father came here."

"It's hard to come in now, and we must not fall short."

"I must complete this transformation before the teacher discovers that I have lost my cultivation!"

"otherwise……"

Thinking of his brothers and sisters, Ji Changfu's eyes turned slightly cold.

At this moment, there was an earnest prayer in my ears: "Fu Nian...adversity and poverty...born in a humble age...now I am in distress...Vow to pray to the poor, to be kind to you...a thousand gold...just a little... Sincerity...without responsibility...to the utmost, sincere words."

"Wei... Jishou... I swear to myself physically and mentally, I will put an end to adultery... The ambition of an ant... I will not change until death... I have no responsibility... I sincerely express my words."

"...Wei Si Godhead...May prayer come...Miasma...Sickness...Shou Kao..."

"Fu Nian... Jiu Mu... Fu Yuan... Pray... Inwardly bestowing beauty...Outer brilliance...Sheng Sheng..."

After listening for a while, Ji Changfu chose one of the prayers.

Suddenly, a scene appeared in his mind: it was a young girl in her twenties and eight years.

Her dress is gorgeous, her hairpin rings are all over her temples, and a pair of jade bracelets on her wrists are like pure spring water condensed. It can be seen at a glance that she was born wealthy.

However, his complexion is dark, his waist is as thick as a bucket, and his appearance is very ugly.

At this moment, I was kneeling alone in a room with closed doors and windows, weeping and praying in a low voice.

Ji Changfu's perspective is exactly the god she worships.

He didn't open his mouth. After observing for a while, he only gathered a little strength from the air, and wrote the word "Fu" in Yun Zhuan in the air in front of the girl.

This is his title.

The girl caught a glimpse out of the corner of her eye, looked up, gasped suddenly, and screamed: "The immortal has appeared!!"

This voice quickly alarmed all the servants outside, everyone didn't hear clearly through the door, only Miss Dao had something wrong, they rushed in in a hurry, and saw the word "fu" clearly.

Not long after, the entire majestic mansion was alarmed. Looking at the word "Fu" that appeared out of thin air, they had different expressions. Some were surprised, some were bewildered, and some showed fear. !"

"This is a miracle..."

"The Immortal responded to Miss..."

"Is it 'Floating' Immortal?"

"What did the lady ask for?"

Observing this, Ji Changfu withdrew his gaze, but he did not satisfy the other party's wish at all.

He doesn't intend to fulfill any wishes at the moment, he just intends to pass on his title first.

We must wait until the mortal specifically prays for this title before officially responding.

Because these lingering prayers... He is not the only one who can hear them.

If you act rashly, it is easy to expose your traces.

Immediately afterwards, with a thought, Ji Changfu took out a portion of fresh blood.

This is the blood of those alien madmen in the Eternal Night Desert.

In this dream of the Fallen Immortal right now, all magic treasures and talismans in this world cannot be used.

However, the materials obtained from the Desert of Eternal Night are not restricted.

Ji Changfu wrote the real names and titles of Gui Hengqiu and Chu Mo in the air with the blood of a madman from another race, and then began to carefully draw an extremely complicated rune with this as the center.

He has just entered the dreamland, and there are not enough immortals at the moment, so he cannot directly cross a vast distance to communicate with the immortals. He can only use the blood of the alien madman to use the water mirror technique to contact the two junior brothers and sisters.

After a while, the drawing was completed, and Ji Changfu randomly made a formula, and the rune immediately burst into two bloody water mirrors, each reflecting the figures of Gui Hengqiu and Chu Mo.

Looking at the two fellow disciples, he lightly instructed: "Don't worry about those prayers, concentrate on investigating the abyss, and look for the 'Original Immortal' we can deal with."

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among the stars.

In the boundless void, countless stars float quietly.

Yu Xuezhao opened her eyes and looked around, but she didn't see her dog owner, she was slightly puzzled, but soon, she stopped paying attention to such trivial matters.

After all, she is used to being abandoned by the dog owner...

At this moment, a voice of prayer sounded in her ear: "Wei Xianxi...Jiang Shijishou...I pray to the God of Mercy Min...give spiritual light to the eldest son...don't hesitate to say my words."

"...Praying for rain...Chang Yang...Danqian, Yangqi...Lingze...Spiritual virtue...I am so humble."

"Fu Yi... the true sage... I wish to do whatever I can, to have everything I have..."

"The Fu Niannan family is young... there are always many worries, but there is little happiness... I make my wishes... I will find a place to live..."

Um?

What's this?

Yuxue looked around, but there was nothing but the seemingly endless sea of ​​stars. But the prayers poured into her ears like a tide.

She listened with a curious look on her face, but she didn't have any idea about fame and so on.

Therefore, after listening patiently for a while, Yu Xuezhao's attention soon fell into the prayer for rain.

The next moment, a piece of cracked earth appeared in front of her eyes.

There are thousands of miles of red land, and the people are in dire straits.

On the head of a certain city, on the sacrificial altar decorated with colorful flowers, three animals are listed, and melons and fruits are displayed together.

Several officials in brocade robes and black gauze, all of them were sweating profusely, knelt down not far away with dignified expressions, and looked at the front of the sacrificial altar. The priest of the magic weapon.

At this moment, accompanied by the sound of the next bell and chime, the priest is dancing the sacrificial dance hoarsely.

"Sacrifice!"

After a frenzied dance, the priest with big arms, round waist and a strong body can be seen at a glance. His face was already red and sweat was like rain, but he didn't even care to wipe it off. He shouted sharply: "Sacrifice to God..."

Before the words were finished, under the city wall, several condemned prisoners who had already been pushed to kneel on the ground, the plaques stuck behind them were removed, and the executioner drew his knife, swung it, and returned the sheath with a serious expression at the same time...

Several large heads rolled to the ground along with the blood column that soared into the sky.

Immediately, someone rushed up, picked up the head, wiped it briefly, put it in an ebony lacquer plate, and quickly sent it to the altar at the top of the city.