The world is lost, and time is like a ruthless bow, wrapping Song Zhi's consciousness across thousands of rivers and mountains, and annihilated in this moonlight.

When he opened his eyes again, Song Zhi staggered and almost fell down. Fortunately, someone was helping him, so he didn't fall.

"Xiaozhi, you're finally out."

Jiang Yazhen's concerned voice pulled Song Zhi's thoughts back to reality. Song Zhi looked around with his confused eyes and murmured, "Where are they, they..."

"Who?" Han Xiuchen also accompanied him, looking around, his eyes full of doubts.

Jiang Yazhen saw that Song Zhi was pale at the moment, and her whole body was sweating like a water tank. She couldn't help but say worriedly: "Xiaozhi, you have been in for two hours, I'm so worried about you."

"Two hours?" Song Zhi was stunned, then closed his eyes and shook his head, still breathing gently.

"Yes, it's been an hour since the person who came out in front of you." Jiang Yazhen supported Song Zhi with a quiet tone.

Song Zhi then turned to look at Jiang Yazhen. Seeing a concerned face, he finally came to his senses and sat on the wooden table with a ventilated force and laughed and said, "It's only been two hours... I'm so crazy."

Han Xiuchen walked over and asked curiously: "Miss Song, what have you experienced in the painting?"

Song Zhi glanced up at him, pursed his lips and did not answer him, but looked at the black dragon Futian battle flag hanging on the hall. In the illusion of the painting, the soldiers under this flag died for themselves.

After distinguishing reality from the past, Song Zhi's face gradually calmed down and he looked around.

Like what Jiang Yazhen said, he was probably the last person to paint, because it can be seen from the mottled blood stains and several opened jade boxes on other deer platforms that several treasure hunting murders have occurred.

People die for money and birds die for food. No matter how many people die here, the court will not pursue them.

And these desperate people looked here, especially the monks not far away, with their eyes even more fiery, waiting to see what kind of treasure Song Zhi would bloom.

These people are not bad at strength, and have a first-rate master in charge. They have opened a jade box and guarded the treasures in it. They naturally coveted Song Zhi's opportunity and regarded it as something in their pocket.

Song Zhi also happened to feel a sense. He stood up and walked towards a closed jade box on the wooden table. His pace was not fast, but it attracted the eyes of everyone in the audience.

This is an exquisite jade box, round, slightly smaller than other jade boxes, and it looks inconspicuous, but Song Zhi vaguely felt that the things in it should not be ordinary.

Without hesitation, Song Zhi directly tried to break it apart, and accompanied by a dazzling golden light, everyone present closed their eyes unexpectedly, and waited until the light disappeared before looking at it.

I saw a round and exquisite token floating in front of Song Zhi, as clear as a bronze mirror, with a five-clawed golden dragon carved on the edge, and a big character written in seal script on the back: Xiao.

With the appearance of this token, a line of golden small characters slowly floated in the air:

[Heaven and earth cannot be killed. I have received the grace of the royal family. Xiao treats it with sincerity. Those who hold this order can listen to the tune and keep proclaiming it. Seeing the card is like seeing the emperor's ancestor.]

【Yuan Wuzong-Xiao Ao.】

Just as Song Zhi was confusedly looking at the small characters, a scream suddenly came from beside him.

"Zheng Wuzong, Yuan? Is it really the Wuzong Emperor who quelled the ten countries and established the foundation of the Great Yuan after the disaster?"

"This is the gold medal of death!"

"Wu Zong's gold medal for avoiding death, hell, there is this thing here!"

These people are not monks from various departments of the court, but wandering people in the world. They are usually bound by the law and dare not act recklessly, otherwise they will be severely imprisoned and even abolished their cultivation.

But if there is this gold medal, it says [Heaven and Earth cannot be killed] and [Seeing a card is like seeing the Emperor's Ancestor]. With this token in hand, wouldn't it be like a fish in water? There is no need to be afraid of these anymore.

They were not worried that this token would be a fraud. After all, it was a product of the Wuzong era. It was the most prosperous era of the first generation of monks. Since this token was issued, it must be accompanied by a forbidden luck, otherwise it would be a plaything.

Song Zhi didn't know this, but through the sudden sound of kicking footsteps around him, he naturally knew that the value of the token in his hand was incomprehensible, so he turned around and looked around.

In a moment, many other monks from Lutai came to his Lutai, and those who did not come were watching from afar. They were all second-grade casual cultivators, who only wanted to protect themselves, were unable to compete for treasures here.

However, Song Zhi was not panicked at all, because he saw a figure swaying slowly, Huo Yuanlong holding a wine pot and pursing his lips, looking like he was idle.

Seeing Song Zhi coming, Huo Yuanlong wiped the wine stains on the corner of his mouth, blinked casually, and didn't know what was chewing in his mouth.

Huo Yuanlong did not lean over, but stopped at the edge of the crowd. Some people recognized him and took the initiative to chat, just like a passerby watching a play.

These people have heard of Huo Yuanlong's reputation before coming here, but this person has never taken action after catching treasures several times. They have slowly lowered their vigilance, thinking that Huo Yuanlong just entered this place or has a greater purpose, and they disdained to compete with them.

In fact, Huo Yuanlong really looks down on these so-called opportunities, because he only needs to rely on his own strength and can become the uncrowned king without a few years.

Because of this, when Song Zhi just received the gold medal to avoid death, someone came forward without hesitation to provoke him. It was the bandit cultivators in the same Lutai.

A monk with a slutty look was kicked out by their boss, then he coughed lightly and walked towards Song Zhi, pretending to be easy-going:

"With this girl, with such a treasure in her hand, why should she hide it so quickly? Why should she take it out and enjoy it together?"

Song Zhi looked at him as if he was stupid A() C and asked, "Who is calling me? Don't be close to this, go back and repair your front teeth first, brother."

The monk was stunned, but he also guessed that Song Zhi had his treasure in his hand and would not let go easily. He continued:

"My brothers are all born and raised in the East Wilderness, and this is the ancient tomb of the East Wilderness. You are not from the East Wilderness, so how can you take away the treasures here without authorization?"

Song Zhi shook his finger and said, "Wrong, this is not a tomb of the East Wilderness, but a tomb of Dayuan. Could it be that you are not a native of Dayuan?"

The man's tone was suffocated, his smile remained unchanged and then said, "Then you should know what it means to be guilty of possessing a treasure. When you don't have a companion after leaving the cemetery, you will definitely be dead. It's better to...

"Wrong again, who said I don't have a companion? Are you blind?" Song Zhi interrupted him again and said with a smile.

"Uh..." This time the man's expression changed, he continued to hold back the fire:

"This gold medal of death can surpass the imperial court, but it is not useful here! I advise you not to pretend to be in vain and suffer in vain!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Zhi suddenly laughed: "I'm still wrong, because you can't hurt me at all."

This time, the man's anger finally burst out. He raised a finger and roared: "Damn... don't always say I'm wrong, just say it's right once, can you just let me be right once??"

Song Zhi raised his eyebrows and spread his hands and said, "I can't say it, either just do it. I'll let you cut it, come on."

At this moment, a big hand pulled the man's face and threw him behind him. It was his boss who took action.

This first-class master was wearing a headscarf, with a terrifying scar at the corner of his eyes, and looked fierce. He spat at the little brother who fell behind him and said, "Bah, he was so rude, just like a sissy..."

Then in public, he quickly walked to Song Zhi, pulled out his machete from his waist and held it on his left hand, faced everyone to face Song Zhi, and said in a disdainful tone: "Please chop, right? It's right, I never knew what kind of pity for the fragrance and savor."

"Stretch your hand out!"

What surprised him was that the "woman" in front of him actually listened to him and lifted one arm obediently.

This made the headscarf swordsman lower his head and slightly stunned. Then he subconsciously looked at the onlookers and suddenly found someone was winking at him.

This person is a long-lost person. He stood half a step behind Huo Yuanlong. Because he had some friendship with this headscarf swordsman, he secretly pointed at Huo Yuanlong with kindness and said with his lips: "This woman is Huo's sister, brother, don't be impulsive."

The headscarf swordsman understood his lips and then noticed Huo Yuanlong's slightly narrowed eyes. He suddenly felt a hint of chill flashing from his toes on his head. I, Cao?

Am I making ground on Tai Sui’s head?

Song Zhi turned his head and urged with a faint frown: "Hey, you are killing people, brother, don't be distracted, okay?"

Being stared at by so many people, the headscarf swordsman was concerned about his reputation. Although he was frightened, he had to bite the bullet and say:

"The other hand stretches out."

This time, Song Zhi directly raised his arms and swung his slut up and down for a while, as if urging him to cut quickly.

The headscarf naturally didn't dare to do it. He was afraid that before he even raised the knife, Huo Yuanlong's fist would smash his face into a pancake, so he had to continue pretending to be garlic and said with a grin:

"I asked you to stick your head out."

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi immediately put his hands on his hips and whispered slightly, poked his head half an inch, and shook it a few times.

The spectators around him took a breath and thought that this woman was too brave. They looked at the swordsman in the headscarf, and everyone was looking forward to the moment when he waved the knife.

The headscarf swordsman swallowed a mouthful of saliva secretly and quietly glanced at the other people's gaze helplessly. He was gloating because of unknown reason. After he hesitating for a moment, he held the knife in both hands and slowly raised it up, shouting:

"If I don't cut this knife, I don't deserve to be called the Yellow Sand Sword King! Kill!!!!"

As a result, he yelled for a long time, but there was a loud thunder and little rain. The knife hung in the air and didn't move at all, which made the spectators around him stunned, looking at each other and wondering what he was making a fuss about.

Seeing that Song Zhi was not scared, the headscarf swordsman finally stopped bluffing, slowly put away the machete, leaned over to Song Zhi's ear and said, "If I kill you, will I be beaten to death by Huo Yuanlong?"

"I'm not that stupid."

After saying that, he chuckled and was about to turn around and leave. At this time, a crisp voice came from behind: "Slow down!"

"Huh?" He paused, then turned around in confusion, but a delicate slap came towards him. He slapped his face ninety degrees in a hurry, leaving a delicate red handprint.

"Uh..." He maintained a weird pose of tilting his head, obviously not responding.

"Wow!!!" The spectators around didn't expect that this would be the result. The first-grade master Huangshadao King was flirting with him for a long time, but instead got a strong big blog. It was simply incredible and I couldn't believe it!

"you!!!"

The King of Yellow Sand Knife, who reacted, immediately raised the long sword and shouted angrily, but then he slapped his face in the other direction. Song Zhi hurriedly jumped back and said righteously:

"I'm giving you more courage, hurry up and do it!"

"Uh uh uh ah ah uh..." The King of Huangshadao practiced swords at the age of six. He had already achieved the wrist strength of slashing bamboo with one hand five thousand times a day, but today he broke his skills. His hands holding the sword kept shaking like Parkinson's, and there was a hoarse roar in his mouth that humans could not hear.

"What are you doing? Why are you doing with your hands shaking like this? You won't even kill someone. You dare to say that you are doing it. Ouch..."

Song Zhi had no mercy on these people who bully the weak and robbed them. He whispered in a low voice: "It shouldn't be the same as what they said, you are...will be...will..."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The King of Yellow Sand Sword finally couldn't help it, and rushed out swinging his sword, but not slashing at Song Zhi, but slashing the deer platform behind Song Zhi in an incompetent manner, his face flushed as if he was crying: "I deserve to die, I'm scared, I dare not kill you, ahhhhh..."

The collapse of adults sometimes comes in an instant. Song Zhi glanced at the disgraceful reputation of the Yellow Sand Sword King who was ashamed of his reputation and abandoned himself like a child, and rolled his eyes.

Huo Yuanlong walked up at this time, came to Song Zhi's side, and asked with a smile: "Why have you been in that painting for so long?"

"Oh, I don't know either." Song Zhi didn't want to tell in detail. He decided to bury these stories in his heart.
To be continued...