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I did it as soon as I thought of it, but after I actually sat on it, nothing happened.
Liu Mang's heart sank and he searched everywhere on the chair, but there was no response.
I accidentally glanced at the jade niche next to the chair.
Placed on it was a broken, weird golden spike-shaped arrow, only four or five inches long.
There is still a thrilling red color left on the arrow, with an ominous smell, which is completely inconsistent with the style of this gorgeous palace.
Liu Mang reached out and touched the bow and arrow.
boom!
As the world spun around, he felt that his soul had left his body and arrived in a strange place.
This is a wonderful garden that clearly does not belong to his world.
In the garden, there is a foot-long fat ginseng boy running around, red flowers that look like enlarged lips are singing songs, and pink flower elves the size of thumbs are flying and circling...
Liu Mang could see these scenes, but he couldn't find his own form.
It's like watching all this from a third perspective, on the outside, detached and independent.
At this time, two young men in fine clothes walked into the garden.
One person was wearing a black monk's robe with a wooden hairpin on his head. He had fair skin, narrow eyes, a hooked nose, and thin lips.
The other man was wearing a sky blue robe, a white jade crown on his head, sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, a handsome and confident face, and a faint smile on his lips.
His face soon overlapped with that of a person in Liu Mang's memory.
"Uncle Wang!" Liu Mang said in shock.
Even though he opened his mouth, the two people were completely unaware of it and were still chatting to themselves.
"Young Master, it will be your 100th birthday in one month. This is my gift to you. The Kongming Stone found in the ancient Dragon Palace can be blended into the magic weapon to give it a hint of the void attribute."
In the hands of the man in black robe, a beautiful black jade box suddenly appeared.
Uncle Wang, the young Wang Shaojun said: "Bufan, you and I are like brothers, why do you have to be polite to me? The secret realm in the Dragon Palace is too dangerous, even the true king has fallen. You must not go there next time."
The young man named ‘Feifan’ solemnly said: “When I was in trouble and about to die, it was you who saved me.
I ignored the opposition of others and begged for mercy to let me enter the sect. Otherwise, how could I, Yun Bufan, be where I am today! What does a mere piece of Kongming Stone mean?"
Wang Shaojun laughed and took the box: "Then I won't be polite to you."
He just wanted to say something to the man in black robe.
At this time, a clear female voice suddenly came from outside.
"Wang Shaojun, hurry up, how long do you want me to wait for you? The auction is about to start!"
The sound is extremely pleasant, like a lark singing, and has a bit of a coquettish flavor.
"Come here!"
Wang Shaojun responded loudly, then patted the black-robed man Yun Bufan's shoulder hard, and whispered: "Bufan, Ling'er called me, I'll go first. By the way, thank you for your gift."
After saying that, his body turned into a blue light and disappeared directly on the spot.
Yun Bufan looked at the direction he was leaving, but a trace of obvious jealousy flashed in his eyes: "Ling'er, why does Ling'er never look for me?"
The scene changes instantly.
Liu Mang came to a familiar luxurious palace.
It was the Crystal Palace he had just entered.
However, the hall is now filled with flowers, spiritual music, steaming clouds, and various kinds of nectar, peaches, ginseng, and wine cups floating in the air for the many monks in the hall to use.
The monks sometimes chatted and sometimes laughed, and the palace was a lively scene.
"Young Master entered the Golden Core stage before he was even a hundred years old. His qualifications are so high that he is at the forefront in our Crescent Continent, no less than the geniuses of those top sects!"
"I have seen the young master of the Shanhai Sect, but he may not be as good as the young master!"
"Zhenjun Lishui has a successor, he has a successor!"
In the center of the palace, Wang Shaojun was tightly surrounded by everyone.
He wore a colorful mysterious robe and a purple gold crown inlaid with jade on his head. He smiled and communicated with various monks from time to time. His whole person seemed to be looking forward to it, full of energy and extremely confident.
Next to him, stood an extremely beautiful woman in a pink skirt, looking at him with admiration.
Yun Bufan, who was dressed in black robe, was sitting alone in the corner, drinking wine and no one was paying attention to him.
After the banquet.
Wang Shaojun, the beautiful female cultivator next to him, and seven or eight young heroes who obviously came from different sects came to the back garden to enjoy the flowers.
All kinds of complimentary words came out of their mouths, and many of them gave precious gifts.
Wang Shaojun always smiled at him without any hint of arrogance, which made everyone even more convinced, and everyone warmly invited him to be a guest in their sect.
Wang Shaojun was chatting happily with a group of disciples when suddenly his eyes lit up and he shouted: "Extraordinary!"
Then he flashed, pulled Yun Bufan over as he was passing by, and introduced, "This is my good brother Yun Bufan."
Although he tried his best to build relationships with Yun Bufan.
However, none of the other young men were talented men with amazing insights. They had little interest in Yun Bufan, who had no background and mediocre talent, and could barely cope with it.
If it weren't for Wang Shaojun's face, they probably wouldn't even bother to look at Yun Bufan.
Yun Bufan's face turned a little red, he forced a smile, and quickly left.
Shortly after.
"Extraordinary! Extraordinary!"
Wang Shaojun found Yun Bufan in a remote woodland within the sect.
He was sitting on the ground, looking at the sunset in the distance.
"I'm sorry, I didn't expect them..." Wang Shaojun apologized.
"No, I'm not worthy of being friends with them!" Yun Bufan smiled sadly, "I'm just an ordinary person with no background. How can I be worthy of being friends with descendants of the true king and descendants of elders like you?"
"No, that's not what I meant. I have always regarded you as a brother!" Wang Shaojun looked anxious.
Yun Bufan shook his head and showed determination again: "I am going to go to the Ancient Dragon Palace again. If I can get the Dragon King's inheritance, I won't be looked down upon by those guys!"
Seeing that he had already made up his mind, Wang Shaojun knew that no matter how hard he tried to persuade him, it would be useless.
Then he took out from his sleeve a diamond-shaped translucent jade box that exuded a green light. There were seven mini golden nail-headed arrows inside.
He said: "This is the soul-nailing arrow of the third generation. My father gave it to me. You should use it for self-defense first. The Dragon Palace is too dangerous after all."
Yun Bufan was shocked and said: "But this is the ultimate treasure that can nail the past life, this life, and the next life? This is too precious, I can't accept it!"
Wang Shaojun smiled and said: "What happened in the past and present life is just an exaggeration. I just lent it to you, and you have to pay me back later."
Yun Bufan lowered his head and said nothing, then raised his head again and said movedly: "You really treat me as a brother, unlike those people who look down on me!"
But I heard Wang Shaojun sighing in a low voice: "You look at me like a bunch of flowers, but who knows that I am not in crisis?"
Seeing the puzzled look on Yun Bufan's face, Wang Shaojun hesitated a little, but still used his spiritual consciousness to transmit the message: "My father rescued a seriously injured magical warrior. It was a commission from the Humane League."
Yun Bufan's eyes widened: "The Humane League has been collecting the inheritance of the True Blood Sect, Tianwuzong and other ancient martial arts sects, and gathered a group of martial arts remnants, which violated the taboos of our immortal sects, why should we get involved with them?
Weak warriors, giants such as Shanhai Sect and Taishang Dao Sect will not pay attention to them. But if the magical warriors are discovered, our Xuan Shui Zhen Sect will encounter disaster in an instant."
"Isn't that right? Many elders and I have advised my father, but he doesn't listen. We can only wait for the warrior to recover from his injuries and leave quickly." Wang Shaojun looked helpless, "You have to keep it a secret for me."
"Don't worry, you trust me so much, even if you tell me such a big secret, I won't tell you even if you die!" Yun Bufan had a look of determination on his face.
The scene changes again.
"Kill! Kill!"
"Go to hell! Go to hell!"
"Damn it, why do you want to kill me, Xuan Shui Zhenzong!"
All the disciples of Xuanshui Zhenzong were covered in blood and looked at the sky with despair on their faces.
Above the sky, floating in the center, is a ten thousand feet long spiritual ship.
The hull of the ship is carved with complex formations like dragons and snakes. Standing on the bow of the ship is the powerful True Monarch, and on the deck behind him are thousands of sect disciples, ready to go.
There are also powerful sword cultivators whose whole bodies are filled with soaring sword energy and stand tall in the void. The sense of oppression brought by one person is even greater than that of the entire spirit ship.
There are also other giant magic weapons such as purple gold gourds, nine-story exquisite towers, soul flags that cover the sky and the sun, etc., all floating in the air, emitting bright light.
"The Xuan Shui Zhen Sect secretly hid the remnants of the Tian W Sect and violated the Immortal Dao covenant. The crime is unforgivable and the entire family should be punished!"
A cold yet loud voice came from the sky above.
"We are not guilty, the real sinners are you!" Zhenjun Lishui roared towards the sky.
"Be bold!"
In an instant, countless brilliant spell attacks fell like meteorites from the sky.
The entire Xuanshui Zhenzong was turned into a field of fire, with countless disciples killed and injured, and screaming in agony.
"Why! Why! What have we done wrong!" An old man was roaring.
"What a bullshit immortal covenant! You are obviously afraid, and you will get retribution sooner or later!"
"Who leaked the news!" Wang Shaojun also had blood-red eyes and a ferocious face, as if he was crazy.
"My son, leave quickly!"
Lord Lishui fought bloody battles in the sky, and at the same time, a blue light flew to Wang Shaojun's hand, which was a mini palace.
Wang Shaojun felt great grief in his heart and hesitated for a moment.
"Preserve the inheritance of our sect!"
Another voice came, making him suddenly make up his mind.
Wang Shaojun's face was covered with blood and tears. He glanced at the sky for the last time and turned around angrily.
The mini palace magic weapon emits a blue light that covers him and shoots away into the distance.
He fled to an unknown mountainous area, and thinking of the inevitable fate of his father and other sect members, he lay on a rock and cried loudly.
At this time, the transmission talisman on his body lit up.
"Young Master, where are you?"
"Extraordinary!" Wang Shaojun's face showed a hint of joy, "You're not dead, that's great!"
"Where are you? I've been looking for you!" An anxious voice came from the other end.
After a while.
Yun Bufan, covered in blood, stumbled over.
"Shaojun, are you okay?"
"I'm fine, but everyone else is dead, and only the two of us are left in Xuanshui Zhenzong!"
"As long as you're okay, it'll be okay!"
puff!
There was a golden arrow stuck in Wang Shaojun's belly, and his aura instantly weakened a lot.
"Why, why?" Wang Shaojun looked at Yun Bufan with a shocked expression on his face.
"Because, this is the secret I told you, who made you so stupid to tell me!" Yun Bufan said with a ferocious smile, "Shanhai Sect has already agreed to accept me as a disciple, and I can take your head back and become the true successor!"
"
"Aren't we brothers?" Wang Shaojun still couldn't believe that all this happened.
"Of course, but I will never get ahead in Xuanshui Zhenzong!" Yun Bufan said with a distorted expression, "No matter how hard I try, no one looks up to me, and you just pity me! Tsk tsk, the son of the true king,
A genius who is less than a hundred years old!"
"You lent me these three-life soul-nailing arrows. For the sake of my future, brother, please die!" Yun Bufan's eyes showed a vicious look, "And Ling'er, I will take good care of her for you.
!”
puff!
Wang Shaojun vomited a large mouthful of blood again. He could no longer control his injuries, and his face was aging at a speed visible to the naked eye.
A ray of yellow light flew out of his sleeves and transformed into a three-headed spirit dog with a powerful aura and a height of thousands of feet, standing in front of him.
Unfortunately, the three-headed spirit dog was no match for Yun Bufan. Two of its heads were chopped off by him, and an eye was shot out of the last head!
At the critical moment, Wang Shaojun used his last magic power to activate the palace magic weapon.
The magic weapon gathered him and the spirit dog, and turned into a blue light and disappeared into the sky.
"Where to go!"
Yun Bufan shouted unwillingly.
The scene finally changes.
It was a pitch-black space, and bloody eyes exposed in the darkness.
"Yun...not...fan!"
Endless hatred came from this voice.
boom!
The scene shattered and Liu Mang returned to reality.
He opened his eyes, a little dazed, and couldn't calm down for a while.
A flashback flashed through his mind, that time when he first came to this world, was seriously ill and couldn't move for a long time, and Liu's mother didn't have the strength to go to the ground.
The lonely old man who kept bringing them hot porridge and cakes.