"If you are useful, then tell me quickly and I will see how useful you are." Zhu Feng snorted coldly.
Bai Cangdong had no intention of arguing with him. He was also a little uneasy. If this song didn't work, he wouldn't be able to think of anything else.
"The flowers are not flowers, the mist is not mist. It comes in the middle of the night and goes at dawn. It comes like a spring dream, but it goes like a morning cloud with nowhere to find." Bai Cangdong read out the poem "Flowers Are Not Flowers" by Bai Juyi with a slightly solemn expression.
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"Is this the poem you want? It's both flowers and mist. Where did the Thousand-Year Dream come from and all these messy things? This is what you...mean...what..."
Before Zhu Feng finished speaking, he only felt that the entire stone steps were shaking violently, and streams of mist poured out from the pearls on the stone wall. In the blink of an eye, the entire stone steps were shrouded in thick fog.
However, the thick fog did not last long and condensed in one place at an extremely fast speed. When Ning Xue and others emerged from the fog, they saw a slender and narrow knife in Bai Cangdong's hand.
It's only two fingers wide, as thin as a cicada's wing, with a faint mist wrapping around it. From a distance, it looks real and illusory, as misty as a real immortal weapon.
"How is this possible?" Zhu Feng stared blankly at the knife in Bai Candong's hand. He really couldn't believe that Bai Candong's messy-sounding poem actually got the sage-level holy product.
Recognition of the soldier’s thousand-year dream.
"Is that really Xin Meng Xian's thousand-year dream?" Liu Qiancheng looked at the knife in Bai Candong's hand with a look of disbelief.
"A thousand-year dream is so beautiful that one cannot believe that it is a real existence. It is worthy of being a holy weapon of the sage level." Ning Xue said with envy.
Bai Candong gently waved the Millennium Dream in his hand. It seemed weightless in his hand, and it was so light that he couldn't even use his strength.
Although this is a saint-grade magic weapon of the sage level, Bai Candong can't feel the strength of this sword. It doesn't have the domineering feeling of those magic weapons and sharp blades in movies and TV series. In addition to looking very beautiful and delicate,
There is absolutely no such thing as a magical weapon.
After admiring it for a moment, Bai Cangdong wanted to hand over the Thousand-Year Dream to the Ancient Emperor of the Ten Directions and bring it into the virtual world. However, the Ancient Emperor of the Ten Directions had just revealed his form. Before he could grasp the Thousand-Year Dream, he felt the Thousand-Year Dream's sword blade.
Trembling, the shadow of the Ancient Emperor of the Ten Directions was instantly shaken away, and Bai Cangdong suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of blood.
The Millennium Dream blade made a soft groaning sound, as if mocking Bai Candong for wanting to put it into nothingness.
Bai Cangdong secretly smiled bitterly in his heart: "It is indeed a magical weapon that has channeled the spirit. From now on, I can only hold it."
Because there is no scabbard, Bai Cangdong cannot hang the Millennium Dream on his waist. He can only hold it in his hand and look around. The stone steps that originally had no end in sight can now be clearly seen.
It only looks like four or five hundred steps, and you can see the head at a glance. They have walked for so many hours, but they are only spinning around on these four or five hundred steps. The power of a thousand-year dream is really amazing.
Their location was less than ten steps away from the original stone tablet inscribed with "The only dream of a thousand years, and I woke up without a trace". The waterway when they came could be clearly seen, but they still didn't see Ziyi.
shadow.
Zhu Feng and others were initially attracted by the Millennium Dream, but soon their eyes moved away from the Millennium Dream, because at the end of the stone steps, there was a closed bluestone door.
"Bai Cangdong, Xinmeng Sage's most precious holy weapon, the Millennium Dream, has been given to you. You won't fight with us for the rest of his other things, right?" Zhu Feng swallowed his saliva and said.
He secretly calculated in his heart that the Millennium Dream should be the barrier left by Sage Xinmeng to prevent others from entering his secluded place. Now that the Thousand Years Dream has been broken, the stone door must be the secluded place of Sage Xinmeng, even if it cannot be taken.
By the time of Thousand Years of Dreams, a few of Xin Meng's relics were enough for him to squander.
"Junior Brother Bai's breaking of a thousand-year-old dream should be the first achievement. Junior Brother Bai naturally has a large share of the relics of the sage Ximen Meng." Liu Qiancheng was more scheming than Zhu Feng.
Of course he didn't want to give it to Bai Cangdong, but now Bai Cangdong is holding a spiritual sage-level holy weapon. Although he and Zhu Feng are both ninth-level scribes, they may not be able to stop the thousand-year dream.
How could he dare to give everything to Bai Cangdong indiscriminately? Now he is even more afraid that Bai Cangdong will take advantage of the Millennium Dream to seize all the relics of Sage Xin Meng.
Bai Cangdong was about to say something, but his face suddenly changed slightly. He turned around and looked at the waterway below. He saw that a person had already stepped on the water and climbed up the stone steps in an instant. It was Fang Jianhao, the disciple of Master Jianyang.
"You are hiding well, and it will be easy for me to find you for a while. But it's a pity that it will be useless even if you hide to the ends of the earth, your body has been planted with the Spiritual Incense Technique. No matter where you escape, you can't escape from my grasp.
Fang Jianhao pulled out his long sword and pointed at Bai Candong, approaching step by step: "I have no patience to play with you anymore. I will send you down now to apologize to my master."
As he said that, the sword light from the long sword in Fang Jianhao's hand slashed out like a sword. In an instant, it reached Bai Candong's face and was about to cut Bai Candong in half.
The thousand-year dream held in Bai Candong's hand was still as light and fluttering as if it were nothing. Gray mist was wrapped around the blade, and it flew out from the blade like a fairy's skirt.
The moment the gray mist collided with the sword light, it passed through the sword light silently, strangely directly passing through the sword light and Fang Jianhao's body, as if the gray mist was just an phantom.
Bang!
Fang Jianhao's body was penetrated by the gray mist, and there was no trace of scars. However, Fang Jianhao seemed to be demented. His eyes were wide open and he was stunned. He didn't even know that the Wuding Sword in his hand fell to the ground.
Bai Cangdong picked up the Wuding Sword and looked at Fang Jianhao warily. Fang Jianhao still stood there motionless, without even blinking, as if he had turned into a stone statue.
"Kill him quickly. He was killed by a thousand-year dream. It is said that anyone who is killed by a thousand-year dream will be trapped in the dream. If he cannot break the dream with his own artistic conception, it will be difficult to wake up even if it takes a thousand years. Now
He is totally defenseless, so this is the best time to kill him." Liu Qiancheng shouted loudly to Bai Candong.
Bai Candong looked at Fang Jianhao, then at the sword in his hand, shook his head and said, "Forget it, let him fend for himself. He is not worthy of having my hands stained with blood."
Bai Cangdong has never really killed a person so far. Based on the education he received on earth, if he puts his life in a battle, that's it. If he kills, he will kill. That's called self-defense.
He was still a little unable to take action even though a person who had no power to fight back was beaten to death.
Anyway, Fang Jianhao has been trapped in a thousand-year dream, and I'm afraid he won't be able to wake up until he dies. Even if he wakes up, he is no longer Bai Candong's opponent, and Bai Candong is not afraid that he will upset the world.
"If you pretend to be aloof and don't take action, that's your business. I don't want to leave any trouble." Zhu Feng, however, refused to let Fang Jianhao fend for himself. He held a knife in his hand and struck Fang Jianhao hard.
The long knife struck Fang Jianhao's neck directly, leaving a deep mark immediately, and blood spurted out from it. However, Zhu Feng's expression changed drastically after an instant.
Fang Jianhao's wound was filled with blood, and his body swelled strangely, exploding like a bomb, emitting divine light as blazing as the sun. Zhu Feng, who was the first to bear the brunt, was immediately pushed backwards by the divine light.
The powerful shock wave of divine light made Bai Cangdong and the others unsteady. They rolled back like balls, and finally they all hit the stone door at the end of the stone steps. The stone door was opened by the impact, and the three people