"Nephew Ji, thank you for your hard work."

The elders came down and took out a medicinal pill and handed it to Ji Jiutian.

"It should be." Ji Jiutian smiled with a pale face, took the medicine pill and swallowed it.

"Then let's go in. That kid has been in for so long, he doesn't know what he got." A short elder said coldly.

"Elder Zhao, he is my brother." Ji Jiutian said coldly.

"Nephew Ji, he broke into this cave himself and led to the formation. If we weren't here, all these disciples would die."

"So my Clear Sky Sect will not let him go. Nephew Ji, don't say it's your brother. For the sake of your grandfather, we don't care about you bringing him here."

Elder Zhao said coldly.

"Okay, very good, I remember what you said." Ji Jiutian looked at the expressions of the other elders, and his face became cold.

Then they walked in with those sect disciples.



"That kid is there, don't let him get close to the wooden house." An elder shouted.

I saw that Long Ritian was only one step away from the wooden house, but he stopped there.

"Let's go."

The elders said coldly.

Then they rushed towards it.

But as soon as they took a step, they all settled there, their expressions dumbfounded.

"Is there an illusion?" Ji Jiutian, who had just walked in, couldn't help but murmured when he saw that they were all settled there.

Then he looked at Long Ritian.

"Brother Long is worthy of being the darling of the sky, but he is just one step away." Ji Jiutian said enviously.

Then he also stepped into the illusion.



At this time, Long Ritian was chatting with a girl who was already eight years old and beautiful.

"Dad, don't you leave in the future, okay?" Tingting leaned against his arms and said coquettishly.

"Okay, daddy won't leave, stay with Tingting." Long Ritian squinted and rubbed her smooth hair.

"Dad is so nice, Trojan..." Tingting raised her head and kissed his face, then buried her head in his arms.

Long Ritian raised the corner of his mouth.

It is said that the daughter is the treasure in the palm of his father's hand, and it's not bad. He now realizes this feeling, although he knows that this is just an illusion, but it doesn't matter.

In the magic mirror, he accompanied his daughter through countless days and nights, never leaving her side until she grew up, got married, and even grew old.

On the day when his daughter finally died of old age, he changed back to the way he was, looking at her daughter's grave and shed a single tear.

"Although it's just a mirror, it's really not good to watch your relatives die of old age, so I want them to live forever."

Long Ritian's expression changed and returned to his indifferent expression.

Then with a wave of his hand, the illusion mirror shattered.

With a flash of light, he opened his eyes, and a flash of gold flashed past.

A broad-mindedness rose to the mind, and the soul seemed to be sublimated.

"Ding, the tyrannical arrogance has been raised to proficient."

"Ding, the premonition of domineering has been raised to mastery."

boom…

An aura that reigns over the world dissipates to the surroundings.

"Puff puff!"

Bailaiming was still silent in the illusion mirror. The disciple suddenly vomited, flew out, and fainted at the same time.

And the elders also took a step back and came out of the illusion mirror, their faces pale.

"What a powerful emperor's intention..."

Several elders looked at the source of momentum.

"Why is he, who is he, to have such a powerful emperor's meaning."

Elder Zhao looked at Long Ritian in shock.

Under the momentum of this emperor, even if they are in the period of tribulation, they will be suppressed by 20% of their strength.