Qili Tong's face changed slightly.

He looked left and right, but there was no one there at all.

"Do you want to become stronger?"

"Do you want revenge?"

The voice continued to sound from his mind, vast and majestic.

The majesty and momentum of his voice alone far surpassed that of the Holy Lord.

Qili Tong stood there, not daring to do anything unusual.

Here, there is a return to the Holy Lord.

"Who are you?"

he asked inwardly.

At the same time, there was some trembling.

"I am...the god of dreams."

"God?" Qi Litong was puzzled.

In the realm of minor gods, one can be regarded as a god.

"I'll give you a chance to become stronger."

The voice continued to sound like a nightmare, ringing in my mind.

"I……"

Qili Tong hesitated.

He felt that there was something fishy about this matter.

The voice in my head sounded too strange.

He doesn't know anything about the God of Dreams.

"Why are you helping me?" Qili Tong asked, his voice trembling.

If there is really any hope of getting out of trouble, he naturally hopes to get out of it.

However, his enemy is the Holy Son buried in the Holy Land.

The Holy Land of Empty Burial is a giant in all walks of life nearby.

Otherwise, he would not have endured the humiliation and signed a slave soul contract.

"I was just playing in the world and saw some interesting things."

Hearing the voice of the God of Dreams, Qili Tong still felt that it was not real enough.

At this time, the voice sounded.

"I'll help you solve the slave soul contract."

Suddenly, a special Tao principle surged in Qili Tong's body.

In other words, that is not the Tao, but the Dao.

This kind of avenue?

Qili Tong's complexion changed slightly.

The only people who can come close to the Tao are the Holy Lord and above.

And that avenue just now was beyond the control of the Holy Master.

This terrifying avenue, this level of avenue, can only be controlled by a quasi-emperor or a great emperor.

The owner of this voice is a quasi-emperor?

Thinking of this, Qili Tong's scalp went numb.

The Quasi-Emperor is the supreme existence in Tai Cang Land.

Why has the Holy Land of Empty Burial been able to become the overlord for hundreds of thousands of years, dominating all nearby areas?

It is because there was a quasi-emperor in the Holy Land of Empty Burial before.

Even though this quasi-emperor has fallen, he will still be blessed for hundreds of thousands of years.

And in front of him was a living quasi-emperor.

How could he not be shocked.

He instantly discovered that the slave soul in his body had undergone tremendous changes.

It still exists, but it is already an empty shell, and there will be no restrictions on him at all.

"God of Dreams, I, Qili Tong, am willing to be your most humble and loyal slave!"

Qili Tong didn't hesitate.

This is a quasi-emperor!

Even the Holy Master is proud to be the slave of the Quasi-Emperor.

He is a monk in the realm of minor gods, what does he care about?

No matter what bad intentions this quasi-emperor has.

How could a quasi-emperor have any bad thoughts towards him?

"I don't take slaves."

There was a smile in that voice.

"I'll give you a method."

Suddenly, a Taoist method poured into Qili Tong's mind.

The god of dreams is naturally Xu Chen.

This Taoist method was improved by Xu Chen's Taoist method collected by the Illusory Emperor, his quasi-emperor level strength, and his previous understanding of the power of dream creation.

With this kind of skill, Qili Tong's cultivation speed will be accelerated.

More importantly, when you practice, you will have the power to create dreams.

Of course, Qili Tong didn't know this at all.

"Nine Heavens Illusory Divine Thunder Technique?"

Seeing this Taoist method, Qi Litong was extremely shocked.

The content of Taoism is vast and ethereal, and its level is extremely high.

Even more so than to bury the Holy Dharma in the air.

"Thank you, God of Dreams!"

He was extremely excited.

But at this moment, the voice of the God of Dreams disappeared from my mind.

Qi Litong was extremely sad and regretful.

He understood that it would be great luck for a person like the God of Dreams to set his sights on a small person like him for a few breaths, and he shouldn't expect it for too long.

He calmed down his mood and forced himself to remain calm.

The God of Dreams would not help him get out of trouble.

For that kind of person, maybe it's just a matter of laying out a chess piece casually and treating it as a game.

Of course, he was lucky enough to be the chess piece of a big shot.

At this time, there was a burst of laughter in the room.

"Litong, your white hair doesn't look very good."

A young woman walked over. A large expanse of snow-white could be seen on her towering chest, with many kiss marks on it. There was also a charming look on her face.

This woman is Qili Tong's former Taoist companion.

"Of course, when you have black hair, you are not as good as the Holy Son." The young woman's eyes were full of charm.

Qi Litong looked at the young woman with neither sadness nor joy.

In his heart, he actually had a murderous intention towards the young woman.

If it weren't for her, he wouldn't have fallen to this point.

He doesn't value himself very much.

The worst case scenario is death.

What made him most uncomfortable was that the sect was implicated.

As the leader of a sect, it is extremely uncomfortable to be unable to protect the sect.
To be continued...