Chapter 1723: Flowers bloom and each generation gradually picks up the fragrance, and each one holds on to the fragrance as it emerges from the Dead Sea

Aunt Xiang looked at the sunflower outside the prison door and hesitated.

She has not forgotten that she was once killed by a person named "Kong Yuhen" in the Battle of the Ten Seats.

If he is not a god, he may have been reincarnated for many years.

"Is it him?"

But the person on the tenth seat, Kong Yuhen, and the sunflower in front of her, Kong Yuhen, Aunt Xiang can't remember whether they both have the same face.

It looks a bit flowery.

What doesn't change is the taste.

Auntie Xiang will never forget that terrible smell that brings with it confusion, making people feel as if they are going to lose themselves, as if they are going to disappear with the wind.

Precisely because she had been killed by this "fragrance" and was in fear of life and death, she would never forget the words "empty hatred".

"Sister Xiang, eat this seed."

"How about just canceling the grudge between you and him?"

Outside the door, Sunflower repeated it again, holding a black seed in his hand, which was freshly pulled out from his face.

The young man who was called "Master Shou" by the people around him said that there are actually many kinds of hatred?

There once was a self, perhaps Kong Yuhen who pretended to be himself, and killed the girl in front of him.

Then a god appeared and beat Kong Yuhen away. That guy even scared his master?

Sunflowers don't like to be affected by cause and effect.

For no reason, he felt that he should end this period of cause and effect.

But even he himself didn't know why he had to apologize for a guy who might be a fake.

However, every time he wanted to turn around and leave, it felt like someone was holding his shoulder and injecting this thought into his mind:

"I should do this..."

The sunflower is so full of regret that it can’t leave.

He held the seeds and stood obediently at the door of the cell.

He turned his head and looked at the only "Master Shou" beside him. This guidance did not seem to come from him.

Who could that be?

In this Dead Sea, who else can transcend the power of the Dead Sea and issue guidance?

"I should do this..."

Even when the thoughts are scattered, such thoughts will appear, so Sunflower holds the seeds and persuades her three times:

"Sister Xiang, please eat this space primitive seed."

"It can save your life at a critical moment, which is considered compensation."

How could Aunt Xiang eat something that Xian Yu hates? This thing looks inexplicably weird.

She took a step forward, reached out and grabbed the seed, opened her mouth, and swallowed it.

"Gu."

Xu Xiaoshou's hair stood on end when he saw it.

Guidance!

Besides myself, can anyone really cross the Dead Sea and provide guidance here?

As if feeling something, Xu Xiaoshou turned his head suddenly and looked behind him.

In the far distance on the sixth level of the Dead Sea, as if far beyond the Dead Sea, and as if right at the edge of the Dead Sea, a faint light appeared.

It was a simple three-story attic, very small from a distance, but the plaque hanging on the door was very eye-catching:

“The ancient and modern Wangyou Tower!”

Xu Xiaoshou's eyes flashed with sword thoughts, and his mind pushed the waves.

The Super Dao Transformed Mind Dao Disk pushed out a body of consciousness in an instant and rushed into the ancient and modern Wangyou Tower that appeared silently behind everyone.

Snap!

This time, he didn't take the main entrance.

The conscious body turned into a big hand and gently pushed open the wooden window of Gujin Wangyou Building.

"Zhiqua——"

There seemed to be a slight sound.

But whether it was Drunken in the Wind, the Holy Mountain Refuge Group, or even Auntie Xiang and Sunflower, no one could hear it.

They are all as if they are deaf or blind, they can hear nothing and see nothing.

Xu Xiaoshou's pupils dilated, he could see!

After he opened the wooden window, he saw two people sitting in front of the small tea table from the display cabinet with ten wooden carvings on the left!

"two?"

That’s right, it’s two people!

Kong Yuhen was dressed as a scholar in white, with a golden mask of the King of Hell on his face.

On the side, the person wearing a golden robe and carrying a sword has a small wooden sculpture instead of a head under the big hood.

The small wood carving as big as a palm is impressively carved with the appearance of the underworld, the first seat of the King of Hell.

But under the hood of the wood carving, there is still not a human face, but a smaller wood carving!

This wood carving...

"Or hell?!"

Under this hood...

"Or wood carving?!"

Xiao Huang Quan...

Little underworld...

Small wood carvings…

Small wood carvings...

Wood carvings replaced Huang Quan's heads one by one, hiding under small or smaller hoods.

At a glance, Xu Xiaoshou's consciousness was almost sucked away.

He saw endless universes, endless time and space, endless weirdness, and endless wood carvings, and there was still room for hatred!

"friend……"

And when the scholar in front of the small tea table took off the golden mask that should have belonged to Huang Quan beside him, revealing the Chinese character face, his signature beard, and a familiar voice:

"Friend, you are anxious again."

Xu Xiaoshou's heart suddenly stopped, and he fell into the dead sea in cold sweat.

"Being frightened, passive value, +1."

…

"I'm going out!"

The Relics of God, everyone returned to the Holy God Continent.

After he went online, without saying a word, he first activated the Independence of the World. He didn't even use the disappearing spell and moved to space immediately.

With a flick of the brush, he flashed to the location of the sky in Nanming Chudao.

Dao Qiongcang is watching a play in Nanming.

It was also the water wave, and the curtain of heaven spread out in front of him.

Above is a scene playing in Fengzhongzui Daoist Realm. Auntie Xiang has just eaten the seeds of a sunflower.

As for Shouye's action of "looking back at the tower" on one side, neither the wind drunk nor the missionary mirror noticed it at all.

Jinren stood next to Dao Qiongcang, staring at his face, listening to the slutty old Taoist muttering unconsciously:

"Xu Xiaoshou, what are you doing again..."

Everyone's heartbeat suddenly stopped.

Dao Qiongcang also thinks that this is the guidance of this deity?

Even the old slut didn't realize at all that an ancient and modern Forgetting Tower appeared in the Dead Sea, and more than one Qianyuhen appeared?

"who?"
To be continued...