Everything is unbelievable.

Dreamlike, but true to the extreme, so that Jian Wushuang can't believe which side is the reality.

"It turns out that I really haven't left..."

Looking at the real scene in front of him, he realized in a trance that when he was talking with the black robe in the cloud, there were not a few people around him.

"Is it the eyes of this jade head that dragged me into that illusion." Jian Wushuang pondered, reaching for the front and the crystal cover sinking and disappearing.

The tip of the finger came with a gentle touch, and at the same time it conveyed a dead silence without the breath of life.

"I lived in Yang from the east..."

He murmured softly, just six words, as clear as it was engraved in his mind.

Who would be the black robe in the illusion, and why would he say that to him?

Is it Xuan Yi, or is it sent by the old deity to warn?

Jian Wushuang has no intention to move, the more so, the closer he feels to the truth.

When you come to Dayanhuan, you must be right! Everything will be learned here.

He stretched out his hand and retrieved the jade head without any spiritual breath, and carefully put it in the bowl of the bottle, he was relieved.

In just a few years, he was unconsciously caught in two ridiculous dreams, which made him more cautious.

The first time was in the midst of a big day, and was dragged into a strange fantasy world inexplicably. The second time just happened. Both scenes are extremely real, as if they are foreshadowing something.

Everything seems to be irrelevant, but it is like a prison cage, covered by layers.

After doing all of this, Jian Wushuang, with the names of Qing Qing, Zhao Ting, and Wei Liujia, left the Van Gou Wushuang Auction House. Chunqiu and Cui Jing stayed to check the auction house's income.

The celestial domain in which the ancient auction house Wushuang was located originally had a name called Zhijing, which belonged to the jurisdiction of a celestial ancestor that encompassed seven celestial domains.

This Tianzong is called Immortal Territory, and in the eyes of the vast expanse of the Grand Division, although it is not a top force, it is also a hegemony.

In the feast of the heavenly court, there was a Fujie Yanxian holding a dust, and then died in the hands of Jian Wushuang and the little emperor. It was a distinguished elder in that fairy field.

It is even more rumored that Zhang Tian, ​​the master of his fairyland, is likely to break through to Dayanxian in several years.

In this way, the forces of Immortal Territory developed in a gentle upward trend, and even had a lot of friction with the six emperor realms of the Little Emperor.

After returning from the auction house to the little solitary sky in the six-day realm, Jian Wushuang hurriedly took the jade head taken out of the bowl and placed it on the desktop to check it, trying to find some clues.

Subsequently, Chen Qing also returned to Xiao Gutian, his face full of joy, carrying a bulging bag in his hand.

"Brother Sword, look at what I brought you back." He grinned and placed the bag in his hand on the case in front of Jian Wufang.

"This is?" Jian Wushuang looked at him.

Chen Qing smiled secretly, and then opened the bag, revealing a disheveled hair, his eyes no longer have any shiny head.

Jian Wushuang raised his eyebrows, already recognizing this head, the guy who hit him in the previous Van Gou Wushuang auction house.

"You killed?"

"It wasn't me who killed it, it was Xiaodijun who beheaded him personally," Chen Qing scratched his head. "Xiaodijun said that to insult you is to insult him, so he cut off his head and sent it to the sword brothers to indemnify him."

Jian Wushuang secretly sighed, and he understood that although this kid was flying, he was not enough to kill.

But the little emperor took this opportunity to send him directly after the killing, in fact, to pay for the crime not long ago.

This kid died unjustly.

Finally, after glancing at his dead head, Jian Wushuang waved it to Chen Qing's hands, "Got it, find a mountain forest to bury him."

Chen Qing nodded, then turned and flew out of the hall.

Di Qing then sat down, watching him playfully and said, "It looks like the little emperor is treating you well."

"It's a normal relationship," Jian Wushuang said softly.

Di Qing no longer said much, looking for a place to sleep easily when he looked up.

The battle between Da Mi Tian and Chang Fu caused him to lose another life, both in terms of strength and state, and before it was fully restored, Di Qing would be in a state of weakness.

And he had nine real lives, and now there are only seven left.

Although Di Qing didn't show it, Jian Wushuang still felt his loneliness and disappointment.

Time is passing slowly.

A few decades later, a messenger suddenly came to the little emperor's heavenly palace.

The messenger wore a green robe and depicted a fairy with gold wire on his chest. The situation was quite extraordinary.

He came to the Tiangong and met the little emperor, his face was neither humble nor overbearing.

"His Royal Highness, Zhang Shen, the son of Heavenly Sect of Immortal Territory, was invited to the Wan Gu Wushuang Auction House half a month ago. It has been half a month now. I don’t know if His Royal Highness the little emperor can tell where Zhang Shen is. I will go back and have an account with the suzerain."

Lying lazily on the bed, Xiao Dijun glanced at him sideways, and then waved his palm, "Hurry, a little son of Tianzong, how do I know where he is."

The Qingpao messenger looked calm and said, "His Royal Highness surely knows that no one knows that the ancient auction house was established by His Royal Highness. Zhang Shen’s jurisdiction disappeared, and there must be a connection."

Xiaodijun heard the words, slowly sat up from the Hua bed, his eyes gradually cold, "Even if the auction house is now planned into my jurisdiction? Do you think I will remember the names of some cats and dogs?"

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"Are you threatening me?!"

The little emperor stood up, surging with extreme strength, and the indescribable coercion made the emperor of the green robe directly kneel in the temple with a thump.

The humiliation in his eyes was even worse, but he didn't dare to show it, "No, it's just that Sect Master Aiko is eager. If Zhang Shen can't be seen again, I'm afraid something will be done."

"Do something? Do you want to be a dog for Da Mitian, or do you want to stand against this seat?"

The little emperor came to him slowly, and the sneer in his eyes was even worse, "Do you think a small fairy domain Tianzong can put pressure on this seat?"

"Why don't you tell me that he was the one who killed himself, and his head was cut off, why do you immortal Tianzong?"

The green robe messenger shuddered, his face suddenly pale, and he couldn't dare to raise his head to look at the little emperor.