Chapter 4233: Burial Flower

After Emperor Xuan left, Jiang Haochu looked at Jiang Yun and asked, "What did he tell you?"

"If it's inconvenient to say it, just let me ask."

Anything about Tianwaitian, even in his identity as Emperor Xuan, does not dare to discuss too blatantly.

Therefore, all the conversations he had with Jiang Yun just now were by voice, so Jiang Haochu didn't know anything.

Jiang Yun didn't hide it, and answered the truth: "He wants me to be the handsome man of Tianwaitian, and find out some secrets of Tianwaitian for him!"

"what?"

Hearing this request from Emperor Xuan, Jiang Haochu was also shocked, and his face showed a stunned look.

In his eyes, the difference between Jiang Yun and Tianwai Tiantianshuai is too far away, and there can be no connection at all.

However, he immediately understood the reason.

After all, he lives in Sijingzang and his strength status is not low.

Although Tianwaitian did not allow the people of the Ninth Clan to join, he at least heard about the matter between Tianwaitian and the Tibetan Association.

Jiang Hao glanced at Jiang Yun at first, "It seems that you agreed?"

Jiang Yun nodded and said, "If you don't agree, he won't leave so happily."

Jiang Haochu shook his head and said, "You shouldn't agree!"

"Let's not say whether you can become a handsome man, even if you can, after he drained your use value, you will still be unable to escape."

"As far as I know, Tian Waitian's successors are handsome, and every one can be said to be not dead!"

Jiang Yun was also surprised for a while, but soon appeared suddenly said: "Do you kill people?"

"Good!" Jiang Hao nodded his head. "Tianshuai knows too much about the secrets of Tianwaitian."

"Once he left Tianshuai's seat, even if he wanted to surrender to a certain emperor, no emperor dared to ask him."

"If you want him, you will be enemies with other emperors. Therefore, when Tianshuai ends, he must die."

"It doesn't matter!" Jiang Yun said indifferently: "I just promised to come down and delay some time. I didn't really want to be a handsome man."

"Just think about it yourself!" Jiang Haochu said nothing more, and turned to walk towards the Mirage: "Let's go back!"

"Xuanyuan Emperor and Ancient Emperor should have something to ask you, don't let them wait too long."

Looking at Jiang Haochu's back, Jiang Yun hesitated and suddenly said: "Patriarch, I have a ruthless invitation."

Jiang Hao didn't return at the beginning: "Frankly speaking!"

Jiang Yun said: "I want to sacrifice Mirage among Mirage land!"

This sentence gave Jiang Haochu's back a momentary pause, but Xuan even returned to normal: "Of course, there are many people in our family who have never seen Mirage!"

"Just take this opportunity to let them know."

"I will take you to Mirage!"

Mirage, as a sacred object of Mirage, has always been kept by Jiang Wanli.

In the beginning, Jiang Wanli took Mirage, followed Jiang Qiuyang to Zhutian Jiyu, and the Mirage tribe born was indeed never seen Mirage.

Mirage is the highest mountain in the Mirage.

At that time, the Mirage stood on this mountain, receiving the worship of all Mirage people day and night.

After a moment, Jiang Yun had already stood on the mirage, and saw the top of the mountain. In addition to the empty space that should be placed in the mirage, a giant drum with a size of 100 feet was also placed.

Jiang Haochu stood next to the drum, with a sigh of emotion on his face: "This drum, called the Phantom Drum, was made from the skin of a ancestor of my Mirs."

"In your Mirage, Mirage sounds, Mirage out!"

The words fell, Jiang Haochu suddenly raised his hand, Ling Ling toward the phantom drum, hit with a punch.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a loud drum sound sounded, long and long, and in a blink of an eye, it had spread throughout the whole Mirage.

No matter what they are doing at the moment, all the Mirage tribes have hurriedly put down their hands when they heard the sound of the phantom drum, and they went out of the house and looked in the direction of Mirage.

They don't understand how at this time, the phantom drum will be struck suddenly.

At the same time, Jiang Haochu also said to Jiang Yun: "Sacrifice the Mirage!"

"Boom!"

Jiang Haochu also raised his hand again, hitting the mirage.

And Jiang Yun did not dare to be negligent. Between his hands, Mirage had flew out of his body and rushed towards the sky.

"Boom boom!"

With the appearance of the Mirage, Jiang Hao's initial frequency of knocking the mirage drum also suddenly increased, one at a time, one at a time.

Amidst the drums, Mirage seemed to be awakened from a deep sleep, but it gradually swelled.

After Jiang Hao knocked out nine drums at the beginning, Mirage had transformed into tens of thousands of feet.

It is like a towering mountain, suspended above the sky, so that every Mirage can clearly see!

"what is that!"

"It seems to be a building!"

"That's a mirage, it's a mirage, it's a sacred thing of my family!"

Even though many Mirage tribes have never seen Mirage in person, but under the word of mouth of the elders, and in the records of the tribe, at least they know the Mirage.

Not to mention, in the mirage, the hearts of every Mirage tribe have uncontrollably poured out a sense of awe.

Naturally, this made them immediately understand that the black high-rise building suspended in the air is a sacred object of their own family.

"Phantom!"

In Jiang Village, a woman walked out, not only recognizing the mirage at a glance, but also lighted up in her eyes: "Brother Yun is back!"

As for those who have seen Mirage, they have already spontaneously knelt down towards Mirage.

Even some old men are already in tears.

After a long absence, the sacred object of the tribe has finally returned today!

Just a moment later, all the Mirage tribes, except Jiang Haochu, had kneeled down in the entire Mirage tribe.

Although Jiang Haochu didn't kneel, he was also in awe and bowed his fists on Mirage.

Straightening up, looking up at Mirage, his eyes showed an unstoppable color of excitement.

And under the worship of all Mirage tribes, Jiang Yun has been able to see that a stream of nine-colored gas begins to fly out of every Mirage tribe, and converges from all directions towards the Mirage, let The breath of Mirage began to climb gradually.

Sure enough, Mirage can also restore its own strength through the dream power of the Mirage tribe.

"Buzz!"

With the influx of these forces, Mirage slowly rotated in the air, and slowly landed on Mirage.

Jiang Haochu also walked beside Jiang Yun and said, "Are you going to put Mirage temporarily with us?"

Feeling the rising change of the Mirage's breath, although there are many people of the Mirage tribe, Jiang Yun is also well aware and absorbed the power of these tribes, and Mirage cannot return to its full state in a short time.

Therefore, placing Mirage in Mirage is indeed the best choice!

Jiang Yun nodded and said, "Yes, this is good for the Mirage, for the Mirage, and for me!"

Jiang Haochu smiled slightly: "You go to Xuanyuan Emperor, and senior Gusan to talk!"

"it is good!"

Now all the Mirage tribes are worshiping Mirage. Even Jiang Haochu has to stay here for a while. Naturally no one will bother Jiang Yun and Xuanyuan Emperor.

Jiang Yun first found Gu San. After all, Master's affairs were much more urgent than that of Brother San.

Seeing Jiang Yun, Gu San immediately couldn't wait to ask: "What's the matter with Zun Gu? Why is the situation not so good?"

Jiang Yun did not conceal, and gave details of Master's capture by the Great Emperor and the torture of the Death Mark.

In the end, Jiang Yun stretched out his hand a little, and the mark of the four-veined flower left by the master appeared on his eyebrow: "Senior Ancient, this mark was given to me before the master sent me out. . "

"In it, there are a lot of power of the four veins, which can be absorbed by me, and I have absorbed a lot, but I still don't know what the real role of this imprint is!"

Gu San looked at Jiang Yun's eyebrows for a long time, and his body suddenly shook uncontrollably. "Here, this seems to be the ancient flower of burial!"