Zhutian Avenue

　　The emperor's death is collapse, and the death is death, and the monk's death is silence.

　　 But no matter how beautiful or extraordinary the title is, the meaning is the same.

　　 The head of the clan?

　　 Hearing these words, Chu Fan was taken aback for a moment, then his pupils shrank, and he stood up suddenly, his robe moved without wind, he was shocked:

"what did you say?"

　　 Chu Fan almost didn't believe his ears.

　　 Everyone is mortal, no one is spared.

　　Yuan Ting Guangnian, a contemporary kingly power, is strong and powerful, but he is only a hundred years old. Not to mention that he is already a master of the nine layers of heaven and man.

　　 Even if he still stays in the divine vein, it is far from the end of life.

　　 "The headmaster, you have been immortal..."

　　 The boy had red eyes and a hoarse voice. He had obviously cried more than a few times.

"how come?"

　　 Chu Fan felt a little unbelievable: "How could the head teacher suddenly ascend to the immortal?"

　　 "This is news from the mountain gate..." The Dao Tong shook his head, crying.

　　 "You stay in Taoist temple, I want to go back to the mountain."

　　 After hesitating slightly, Chu Fan decided to return to the mountain.

　　 Wangquan Dao monitors all nations, nations, and cities. The intelligence is also gathered in Wangquan Mountain. Even if he is not the head, he must return to Wangquan Mountain.

　　 I thought, he had left the house and let out a long roar, a fire shadow rushed into the sky in the backyard, screaming like a dragon.

　　 is a red dragon horse full of fire.

　　 This dragon horse was replaced by Chu Fan for 30 years of guarding the gate. It is said to be the descendant of the horse that used to be the ancestor of the royal power.

　　 is pure and spiritual, and its speed is as fast as the gods, and the great masters of Yin and Yang Promise cannot catch up.

"go!"

　　 Chu Fan turned his door, with the help of horsepower, he disappeared into the city in a flash, and left above the official road wilderness.

　　 Jiu Floating Realm has a vast territory far beyond Xuan Xing, and only three rounds of the sun can be fully photographed.

　　 It's hard for people to travel all over the world.

　　'Fengping City' is not far from Wangquan Mountain, but Chu Fan kept going all the way, piercing the stars and chasing the moon, and it took a full month, and only three days in the real world before he arrived at the Dafeng Dynasty.

　　 "Huh!"

　　 Seven hundred miles outside Nanliang City, on the bank of the "Yinxian River", one of the twelve large rivers flowing around the city, Chu Fan stopped his horse and exhaled a stale breath, blowing away the persistent water mist in front of him.

　　 ran all the way for more than a month, which was almost equivalent to running along the Xuanxing equator for more than one lap. It was Chu Fan's martial arts that had become a gods, and he was a little tired.

　　 More importantly, this dragon horse is also a little overwhelmed.

　　 Long Ju is good at running, but he eats a lot of fodder, so where can he bring Long Ju's fodder in a hurry along the way, so when Chu Fan stopped, this Long Ju also hissed.

　　 Sweat is rolling all around, as if the clouds are flying in the mist, and the surroundings are heating up.

　　 "Fire Dragon Horse!"

　　 "Wang Quan Dao's Dao master again? What happened to Wang Quan Shan? So many Dao masters are rushing back?"

　　 "Could it be that the King of Wheels never died completely, and has come back again? Probably not, Taibai Patriarch is not as soft as King Quan Patriarch..."

　　......

　　 By the side of the'Yinxian River', up and down the Dadu Bridge, many pedestrians and businessmen were shocked. The eyes that looked at Chu Fan were awe, admiration, and surprise.

　　 "唏律律~"

　　 Almost in no particular order, another long hissing sound of a dragon's horse sounded in the distance.

　　 Then, a loud bell-like sound resounded across the river:

　　 "Chu Fan?!"

　　 The long hissing dragon horse was pressed down by a wide palm, and an Ang Zang man turned over and got off the horse, looking at Chu Fan, his complexion a little unpleasant.

　　 "Brother Feng."

　　 Chu Fan also got off his horse, but it was Feng Mingtao who came.

　　 "Unlucky."

　　 Compared to Chu Fan who was smiling, Feng Mingtao's expression was very bad, and it could even be said to be a little unlucky.

　　 There are many people he doesn't want to see in his entire life, but the only person who doesn't want to see him is Chu Fan.

　　 I recalled the few meetings I had with him, two were involved in the zombie king incident, and one died at the foot of King Power Mountain. If the dreamer had the power to die three times in the dream, he would have died clean.

　　 This is simply outrageous.

　　 "Brother Feng, what do you think of this matter?"

　　 Chu Fan gave a wry smile, and didn't care about Feng Mingtao's bad attitude, leading the horse and waiting for him to approach.

　　 "Stand and watch!"

　　 Feng Mingtao glanced at him and said angrily: "This is a weird thing, let's stop it, thanks to you, I've died once."

　　It is no longer necessary to say how important the identity of the dreamer is. If he died three times and was deprived of the ability to dream, he could not bear it.

　　 Just like in reality, there are even people who have lost their identity as dreamers who try to commit suicide and re-enter their dreams.

　　 Chu Fan was a little embarrassed, he thought it had nothing to do with him.

　　 "Let's go."

　　The wind and waves led the horse to the bridge, and he glanced at the pedestrians carelessly, frowning slightly: "Why are the same people you see along the way, all dreamers?"

He does not mean that.

　　 Chu Fan recalled what he had seen along the way, and said in his heart: "Brother Feng, what did you say?"

"Ok?"

　　 Seeing such a big reaction from Chu Fan, Feng Mingtao was taken aback at first, and then he recovered, his eyes widened: "Could it be that you too?"

　　 The two looked at each other, and both saw the surprise and horror in each other's eyes.

　　The memory of the master of the divine veins is excellent. Once you have seen it, even if it is a glimpse without paying attention, it will definitely be remembered in his heart.

　　 At this moment, the two recalled what they had seen along the way, and they found something wrong!

　　 Wangquan Taoist ascends the immortal, this is a top priority for all Wangquan Taoists, even if a few have something to do, it shouldn’t be a ‘indigenous disciple’ who has never encountered it!

　　 "This thing is really weird..."

　　 The two murmured to themselves, unanimously slowing down.

　　 "Don't go back to the mountain, go to Nanliang City, first go to Yang Xiaotang to find out the news."

　　 Feng Mingtao glanced up and down the Dadu Bridge again, and Chu Fan said, "If something is wrong, let's retreat immediately. This matter is not right!"

　　 Chu Fan nodded.

　　If the kingship really changes drastically, then they will do their own things, and they will only look for death.

　　Floating countries for a long time, headed by Dafeng, cities under the world, crowned by Nanliang.

　　Outside the towering Nanliang city lying on the mountainside, there was an endless stream of pedestrians. The two of Chu Fan changed their clothes and placed dragon horses, walking inconspicuously among the crowd.

　　 walked several long streets and came to the front of Yang Xiaotang.

　　 Yang Xiaotang is undoubtedly the most well-known restaurant in the world. There is no one, even the ‘Hanlong Inn’ with many masters’ footprints cannot be compared.

　　 is full almost every day, and today is no exception.

　　 Chu Fan and the two were not in a hurry. They waited at the restaurant outside Yang Xiao Hall, looked up, and listened to the many voices coming from Yang Xiao Hall.

　　The masters of the divine veins are not only the ears and eyes, but also the concentrating perception. Within ten miles, there is no sound that can escape their capture.

　　 to inquire about the news, naturally you don’t have to go to Yang Xiaotang.

Although the scale of 　　 Yang Xiaotang is large, the place is small. It still looks like three thousand years ago. No one dared to change its style after dozens or hundreds of repairs.

　　 It's a pity, letting the two of them listen to them, they have never heard any useful information. It seems that Wangquan Mountain, which is not far away, is peaceful and there is nothing unusual at all.

　　 Yes, the more business as usual, the more unusual it is.

　　 What is the big thing about the imperial power of the Taoist priest?

　　 They all received communications from far away, and no one found the problem in Nanliang City, which is close at hand. How terrifying is this?

　　 "It's getting weird..."

　　 The disagreement between the two of them is getting worse.

　　 "I heard that a group of dreamers wanted to overthrow the hegemony of the kingship a few years ago. Could it be that they did something?"

　　 Feng Mingtao remembered something, and then shook his head: "This group of people is not as good as the dreamers cultivated in various countries. They are not qualified enough to stir the wind and rain, and they can't hurt a hair in the royal power..."

　　 "Truman? He once snatched the King Power Sword before the King Power Road Mountain Gate..."

　　 Chu Fan also guessed, but then shook his head.

　　 If Truman had such strength, he would have dominated the world a long time ago in reality, how could he be chased by Xue Zheng in a mess?

　　 "In any case, Wangquan Mountain can't go, we should leave soon..."

　　 Feng Mingtao said, still hesitating.

　　 He and Chu Fan have been guarding the gate of the royal power road for nearly 30 years. He has seen Yuan Tingguang, a contemporary royal power man, more than once, and even accepted his instructions.

　　If he really leaves, but he doesn't even go to worship, is it too ungrateful?

　　 "Wait a moment, right?"

　　 Chu Fan glanced at Feng Mingtao and told him to wait a second.

　　 can't help but quit the dream and ask Su Jie's opinion.

　　 "...It should be such a thing."

　　 told Su Jie everything he knew, Chu Fan's expression was a bit solemn: "I suspect that there is a problem with Wang Quanshan!

　　 But Wangquan Dao is overwhelming the world. I don’t know how many masters there are. I really can’t think of what will happen to Wangquan Mountain. "

　　 Listening to Chu Fan’s question, Su Jie pondered for a moment before he said, “Brother Chu, what do you think is the dream of king power? What do you call the “indigenous disciples” of king power?”

"what?"

　　 Chu Fan was stunned. UU read www.uukanshu.com. He seemed to have worried about it at first, but then he didn't think about it.

"I do not know."

　　 Chu Fan shook his head honestly.

"Although most people in the world know it and don’t know why, this is actually not good. Especially if you are a dreamer like Brother Chu, you want to gain power in it. Then, to pursue the essence of this dream is better than you pursue. Martial arts are much better.

　　 The dream itself is the most incredible thing. "

　　 Under the rising sun, the crystal ball held by Su Jie exudes a soft light, reflecting Su Jie’s enlightened light:

　　 "Brother Chu, have you ever thought that the ‘players’ in this dream game are not just you? In other words, do you think the ‘indigenous’ are also ‘dreamers’?!"

"Ok?!!"

　　 Chu Fan's body shook, but he was startled by this thought, that is, horrified and horrified: "You mean..."

　　 "If they are also'dreamers' as I expected..."

　　Su Jie glanced down at the crystal ball, his expression changed slightly: "What will happen to make them ‘collectively offline’?"

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