"By the way, brother 9, do you know about brother Da Huang?"


    Xiao Yurong suddenly looked solemn.


    The eldest brother in her mouth is the eldest prince Xiao DILIN.


    For Xiao DILIN, Xiao Changfeng hasn''t seen him since the departure of the yin-yang school. At this time, he is moved by Xiao Yurong''s words.


    He shook his head. Since returning to Beijing, he had not cared about Xiao DILIN''s news.


    Mo Ruyu has not heard any new news.


    "Brother 9, I''ve heard about your one-year appointment with the eldest brother. Now four months have passed, but you must be careful!"


    Xiao Yurong spoke solemnly.


    "I''ve heard some rumors that the big brother''s Jiulong imperial skill has reached the third level, which is already the strength of the local martial arts. Moreover, the old ancestor highly valued him and took him around to guide him personally, which vaguely means to cultivate him into a prince."


    The Jiulong imperial skill is a heaven level skill. Moreover, the eldest prince has twin martial spirits and has a high talent.


    Among all the princes, nature has attracted much attention.


    And Xiao Changfeng, the ancestor in Xiao Yurong''s mouth, also knows.


    That was the only saint of Dawu Dynasty.


    Dawu Dynasty was able to prosper because of his existence.


    The sage teaches himself, and natural progress is rapid.


    This is what Xiao Yurong is worried about.


    Although she knew that her ninth brother was no longer the cowardly man she had been.


    However, the strength and talent of the eldest brother is too amazing, which can be called the first pride of the Dawu Dynasty.


    Jiulong imperial merit, twin martial spirits, sage teaching, massive resources.


    Any kind is what ordinary people desire and can''t get.


    The combination of so many factors is enough to prove that the great prince is terrible.


    Seeing the worry in Xiao Yurong''s eyes, Xiao Changfeng smiled.


    "Didn''t you say I could stand on the top of the world and shine brightly."


    "But..."


    Xiao Yurong still wanted to speak, but was interrupted by Xiao Changfeng.


    "Don''t worry, even if he has the teachings of heaven, he is not my opponent. In this world, people who can be my enemy have not been born!"


    Xiao Changfeng looked confident and smiled calmly.


    This scene fell on Xiao Yurong''s heart and became an eternal picture.


    Even she couldn''t help being infected by Xiao Changfeng''s self-confidence.


    ……


    And Xiao Yurong agreed to see Liu Yiyi''s song and dance debut tomorrow.


    Then Xiao Yurong waved goodbye and walked away on the soft snow.


    "Sage teaching? If I had been before, I''m afraid I couldn''t compete at all, but now I''m far inferior to the teaching of ten saints!"


    Looking at the rustling snow on the sky, Xiao Changfeng stood in front of the Qingyuan palace with his hands down.


    He awakened the memory of his previous life, and various means of cultivating immortality emerged one after another.


    Cultivate immortals and go against the sky. What they pursue is the way of heaven and longevity, which is far beyond the world of martial arts.


    Not to mention a saint''s guidance, even the reincarnation of a God is far from his own.


    This is his confidence!


    "If you have time, you have to meet Mo Ruyu. She hasn''t heard from me recently. It seems that she is determined to play the procrastination game with me!"


    "Let''s find a chance to beat her!"


    Xiao Changfeng showed a sneer on his face.


    "But before that, there''s one more thing!"


    Turning his head and looking at the aura fluctuation of the eight gate gold Rune array, Xiao Changfeng suddenly showed a strange smile on his face.


    ……


    When night fell, there was no furniture in the Qing Yuan palace, and Xiao Changfeng sat on the ground.


    However, because his green dragon did not destroy his body and was not afraid of the cold, he used meditation instead of sleeping.


    At the same time, in the Weiguo mansion.


    In the single loft where the demon master lived, there was a lot of ghost and cold.


    The single family attic has two floors.


    Lu Jintang and Lu Jinlin last entered the first floor.


    This is the place where Master demon spirit meets people and treats guests every day.


    The second floor, called ghost hall, is an important treasure of master demon spirit.


    Here, except for a few special people, no one can come in.


    In the ghost hall, there is a statue three meters high.


    The statue has a green face, tusks, one horn and one eye, and is covered with black scales. It is full of ferocious and evil breath like an evil ghost just emerging from hell.


    Under the statue, a hale and hearty old man was kneeling on a futon.


    The old man looks thin, wearing a broad black robe, floating long sleeves, white hair and white beard, almost like an immortal.


    This is the frightening demon master.


    "The Lu family begged me to do it. The empress also made an order. The ninth prince, you have offended so many people. You must die!"


    The demon master got up slowly after three kneeling and nine worshipping piously.


    A broad black robe completely covered his face.


    At the same time, a black fog emitting a shrill scream also covered his whole body in his control.


    That''s what he looks like on weekdays.


    "But since you can break my evil spirit spell, you obviously have extraordinary mental power."


    Master demon spirit took out a black earthen pot from the cabinet on one side.


    "Such a person, with a special constitution, can erase the soul, retain the body and become my demon puppet!"


    When the earthen pot was opened, the whole ghost hall suddenly became dark and dark like a ghost.


    Sharp ghosts and wolves appeared out of thin air, and countless black fog poured in from all directions.


    In these black fog, with strange power, even mental power seems to be eroded.


    However, in the earthen pot, a strange red awn soon lit up.


    Suddenly, all the black fog quickly retracted, just like the ebb tide.


    Finally, the black fog disappeared completely, and only a blood red crystal lay quietly in the jar.


    This red crystal is only the size of a fingernail. The strange red awn is like breathing, and its brightness is uncertain.


    A strange smell of evil overflowed from the red crystal.


    "Ninth prince, this time I used my precious nightmare eye. I hope you don''t disappoint me!"


    The evil spirit Master Jie smiled, and the laughter was sharp and ugly.


    He stretched out his dry palm, took out the nightmare eye from the earthen pot and pressed it in the middle of his eyebrows.


    "The eye of nightmare, add it to me and use the killing power in my dream!"


    The demon master bit his finger and painted a strange Rune in front of him with blood.


    Suddenly, the Fuwen culture made a wisp of smoke and dissipated in the air.


    "Dream killing!"


    The huge spiritual force roaring like the ocean spread in all directions in an instant.


    The nightmare eye in the middle of the evil spirit Master''s eyebrow is a masterpiece.


    instant.


    The whole ghost hall howled and blood awned, just like a real scene of hell.


    Nightmare, the legendary demon God who can travel freely through dreams.


    With incredible means of killing in dreams.


    This time, master demon spirit is to control the power of nightmare and kill Xiao Changfeng in his dream.


    The spirit Master''s divine sense is like a ghost, wandering quickly above Kyoto, silent and unnoticed.


    Soon, I came to the Qingyuan palace.


    "The ninth prince, I''ll kill you!"


    The evil spirit Master smiled grimly and broke into Xiao Changfeng''s dream with the help of the power of nightmare.