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The voice that suddenly appeared in Zhuge Xiang's mind made Zhuge Xiang slightly startled, who else could someone with this ability? It must be the Phantom King of this scorching desert.

How did it know that it had been in the scorching desert for ten days? And also know about these rookes, and are investigating it yourself? Could it be? The whole scorching desert is its eyeliner? Thinking of this, Zhuge Xiang was shocked by the ability of the Phantom King.

Feeling something, Zhuge Xiang turned his head, and sure enough, behind him, there was a woman with a graceful figure, looking at this woman, wearing a black gauze skirt, but her exposed skin was very fair and tender, as if she was not poisoned by the scorching desert sun.

Her face was blocked by a black veil, so that she couldn't see her appearance, but vaguely, Zhuge Xiang could see that this was a peerless beauty, no less than Lu Yuling.

Cultivating so far, Zhuge Xiang has seen countless beauties, but the most beautiful one is Lu Yuling, as well as the sea god in the East China Sea, Lu Yuling's beauty lies in her lonely and cold high, like the first moon in the sky, unreachable, the beauty of the sea god lies in the holiness and majesty of her gods, as if the sky is clear, which makes people feel surrendered and worshipped.

But this Phantom King, her beauty is no less than that of Lu Yuling and the sea god, and even though she can't see her peerless face, she can vaguely see it through the black veil, as well as the occasional graceful figure, which makes the Phantom King give people a hazy and beautiful feeling, which makes people can't help but be curious, and they can't wait to dig out all her beauty carefully.

"The Phantom King?" , Looking at this peerless woman in a black se gauze skirt, Zhuge Xiang spoke.

Although it was a question sentence, his tone was obviously determined, even though he had not seen the Phantom King, but from what she had just said, Zhuge Xiang knew.

"Yes, what are you looking for me in the scorching desert? Is there a request for me? Or do you want to come to the Demon Removal Guardian Dao? Wearing a black dress, the Phantom King nodded lightly and continued to ask Zhuge Xiang, as she spoke, her eyes that were as bright as peerless black pearls also kept looking at Zhuge Xiang.

"Of course, I asked for you, but I didn't expect to see the legendary Phantom King, it turned out to be such a peerless beauty ...... you", looking at this Phantom King, it seemed that it was not difficult to speak, Zhuge Xiang opened his mouth and praised him sincerely.

Although Demon Jing can transform into a human form, and can transform his own appearance, this temperament cannot be transformed.

"Oh? Straight to say, as long as I can help you, I will do my best to help", I heard that Zhuge Xiang asked for himself, this phantom king was very good at talking, and when he opened his mouth directly, he almost patted his chest and promised.

That refreshing xing made Zhuge Xiang secretly surprised in his heart, this guy, when he is kind, is he really so kind? Or maybe it's your luck? It's time to meet her kindness?

"I have a friend who needs to study something about the soul and memory, and you Phantom King is the originator of this, so I hope I can ask you for help", since this Phantom King is easy to speak, Zhuge Xiang is even more happy, and he spoke directly and told the Phantom King about the butterfly dance concisely.

"I see, some little things, bring her, I will do my best to help", waving his hand, although the King of Illusion is a woman, her boldness is not inferior to that of a man.

"That's really grateful, my friend is now in the worship courtyard of the Chang'an City Imperial Palace, and the Phantom King may walk around with me?" , for the refreshment and warmth of the Phantom King, Zhuge Xiang is really grateful.

The task reward of three levels is full, I didn't expect it to be completed so lightly, how can Zhuge Xiang not be grateful?

"The palace of the Tang Dynasty?" , However, just now, he was still bold, the ancient and warm-hearted Phantom King, hearing Zhuge Xiang's dazzling eyes, his eyes became cold, and his tone became very cold, every word seemed to pop out of the cold winter of Layue: "Get out of here, within three breaths, if you don't roll, don't blame me for letting you understand what it is to survive and ......die."

The sudden change of this Phantom King shocked Zhuge Xiang, and then reacted, this Phantom King had been sniped by dozens of virtual realm powerhouses of the Tang Dynasty's royal family, and it was only natural for her to have hatred for the royal family of the Tang Dynasty......

"Phantom King, you listen to my explanation, I ......", seeing that this Phantom King turned his face, it was simply without warning, the sky was clear before, and suddenly it was dark clouds, Zhuge Xiang hurriedly opened his mouth and explained.

"Hmph, it turns out that you are the same, you are the worship of the Tang Dynasty, since this is the case, I will let you taste what is the most terrible pain in the world......", before Zhuge Xiang finished speaking, the eyes of the King of Illusion like black pearls suddenly snorted coldly, and the voice was so cold that it could make people's blood freeze.

The eyes that were as black as black pearls suddenly bloomed with endless light, like a whirlpool, making Zhuge Xiang feel that his soul seemed to be torn apart, the Phantom King, obviously activated her illusion ability......

"Sword Soul!" , Feeling the throbbing of the soul, Zhuge Xiangyi guarded the spiritual platform, and urged the sword soul suspended above the spiritual platform of his Purple Mansion with all his might.

In the Purple Mansion Spirit Platform, the suspended divine sword bloomed with bursts of brilliance, completely illuminating the entire Purple Mansion Spirit Platform, and even resisting the illusion attack of the Phantom King......

"Oh? Sword Soul? I didn't expect you to have such ability", feeling the strong and powerful resistance of Zhuge Xiang's sword soul, his divine thoughts were like a sword, and he cut off his Jing Divine Illusion Technique, and the King of Illusion raised his eyebrows in some surprise.

But then, Fu sneered and said, "It's just, do you think that with a sword soul, you can resist me?" ”。

As the words of the Phantom King fell, Zhuge Xiang instantly felt a whirlwind of the world, and when he came back to his senses, he found that he was lying in a dilapidated small temple, and the small fish kept falling from the dilapidated tiles of the small temple......

moved, Zhuge Xiang felt his body, a feeling of pain, as if the bones had been dismantled in half, and when he looked down, he had many bruises on his body, his thin body, wearing shabby coarse cloth clothes, full of patches, this figure, twelve or thirteen years old......

"Where is this? Why am I here? Looking left and right in a daze, Zhuge Xiang's eyes suddenly froze, and then, his eyes were full of rolling anger, and that anger filled his whole body, as if even the cold of a rainy night could be expelled......

An old man, with no breath at all, lying next to Zhuge Xiang, the old beggar, with many traces of being bitten and scratched on his body, Zhuge Xiang remembered that he was a little beggar himself, and this old beggar was the grandfather who had been taking care of himself.

If it weren't for the old beggar to protect himself, his thin body would have been swallowed by the fierce dog and there would be no bones left.

Dragging his tired body, Zhuge Xiang moved, and in the rainy night, ignoring the drizzling rain outside, dragged the old beggar's body out of the broken temple.

With a slight movement in his heart, Zhuge Xiang returned to his huddled small dilapidated temple, and under the tattered straw mat, he felt out a short knife, but in the rainy night, the sick short knife shrank with bursts of cold light.

Where did this knife come from? Zhuge Xiang shook his head, he couldn't remember clearly, but he felt something in his heart just now, and he always felt that there should be a knife under the straw mat.

Holding the knife, Zhuge Xiang smeared and buried the old beggar's body, and then, picking up the knife, walking alone on a rainy night, entered the familiar town......

I'm only twelve or thirteen years old, this town, it's a place where I grew up from a young age, and I should be very familiar with every brick and tile here, but for some reason, walking here on a rainy night tonight, this town, in the familiar, actually gave me a strange feeling, as if I hadn't been here for many years.

Shaking his head, Zhuge Xiang threw out the strange feeling that came out of his heart for no reason, and just moved towards the knife, with hatred and anger in his eyes, towards the big mansion in his memory......

In the rainy night, in the middle of the night, the whole world was shrouded in darkness, and it was a death-like silence, looking at the high-walled compound, the closed door, wandering for a while, Zhuge Xiang's feet made a ghost, came to the back of the mansion, under a tree, sure enough, there was a basin-sized dog hole in the wall.

Chengren may be difficult to get into, but Zhuge Xiang, because of long-term begging, his body bones are thin, and he is only twelve or thirteen years old, so he turned into the dog hole lightly.

In his arms, he was carrying a short knife with a cold light, there was a dog hole here, Zhuge Xiang didn't remember, but in his heart, there seemed to be a voice telling him, just come here.

Although he has never been a thief, he is young, his body is light, and he deliberately lightens his steps, Zhuge Xiang walked, like a ghost, a ghost, and gently used a blade to pry open the door bolts one by one and enter the bedroom.

The short knife in his hand, without the slightest mercy, covered his mouth and thrust it into his chest fiercely, one, two, three......

In the dark night, the young man held a sharp blade, blood splattered, and his immature eyes were full of crazy anger and hatred, blood, as if his eyes were dyed red......

Killing, a killing that belongs only to a twelve or thirteen-year-old child, is tonight, more than 20 mouthfuls in a row, thinking about the scene of the old beggar being bitten to death, the knife in Zhuge Xiang's hand is more ruthless and spicy......

When the sky was white, Zhuge Xiang dragged his tired body, and Jing Shen excitedly drilled out of the dog hole, but just as he was about to leave this town, he seemed to think of something, stood at the gate of the town, stopped, and turned his head to look back.

Behind it, there was no one, only a drizzling rain, a strange dead silence, quiet, but Zhuge Xiang always felt that soon, someone should appear.

Who is it? Zhuge Xiang didn't know, why he came, and he didn't know, but he knew that there should be someone who came, and someone who was very important to him...... (To be continued)