After doing this, Zhao Gongming walked off the platform, found an empty space to brush away the dust, then sat cross-legged, and said to Bai Pao Hongjun as if nothing had happened: "Please send me into the illusion, and these things in my hand."

Although he could not bring the entity into the illusion, he could ask Baibo Hongjun to generate corresponding things for him in the illusion, which could be considered as bringing it in.

Otherwise, the immortals would be too indecent if they were all unclothed after entering the illusion.

Bailang Hongjun stared at him silently.

Zhao Gongming's face did not change.

The small world has become so decayed that any trace of energy from outside is very precious. In this case, Baipao Hongjun took the initiative to explain to him that he would not draw his power, and obviously he wanted to keep this power for other purposes.

But for him, nothing is as important as his three sisters. He hopes that in the near future, when Sanxiao breaks out of the illusion and wakes up, they can stand up openly and bow to him or make a face.

As for the safety of the small world?

If one day, the survival of the small world needs to be solved by the power he seized from the outside world by Zhao Gongming, then the immortals are probably on the verge of extinction. When can his power help the immortals survive?

He was not afraid that Baibo Hongjun would get angry because the breakthrough point of the immortals wanted to break the predicament was on him. He was the God of Wealth. After only staying outside for two days, he gained a power that Baibo Hongjun wanted to make his plan.

Not only did he not have a trace of fear, he also remembered his previous questions. He stared at Hongjun's eyes and said word by word: "Ancestor Dao, I have something unknown to me."

Bailang Hongjun slowly spoke: "What's the matter?"

"What do you plan to do later?"

The white-robed Hongjun's gaze moved away from Zhao Gongming's face, looked into the endless darkness, and was silent for a while, then said calmly: "Cooperate with humans in the main world to let everyone leave here."

"What's next?"

"Deepen cooperation, strive for freedom, and build an independent country that belongs to us." Baipao Hongjun replied without hesitation, "Let everyone restore a better life like the prehistoric world in the past."

"So, what about after that?"

Zhao Gongming asked relentlessly, as if he would keep asking the answer he wanted to hear.

The white robe Hongjun frowned slightly, and he realized that Zhao Gongming seemed to have another profound meaning. After thinking for two seconds, he said coldly: "What do you want to ask?"

Zhao Gongming knew that he was about to ask the answer, so he took a deep breath and suddenly shouted loudly: "Is it true?"

Combined! Is it! Tao! No!

The four words were deafening, like a giant hammer hitting the eardrum, and the layers of sounds almost awakened all the immortals who were still drowning in the illusion.

Before this roar, Zhao Gongming was ready to anger Baibo Hongjun. In his heart, Baibo Hongjun's anger was shocking, but compared to this anger, he cared more about the truth.

The white air wave visible to the naked eye hit the white robe Hongjun, messing up the corner of the white robe Hongjun's clothes, knocking down the immortal under the platform, and breaking through a person's concealment.

Zhao Gongming's eyes fell on the black-robed Hongjun.

The black-robed Hongjun's expression was still frozen in the jokes of watching coldly. After a few breaths, he realized it. After aware of it, he restrained his expression on his face. The murderous intent on his body rushed up, and instantly frozen Zhao Gongming's thoughts.

Zhao Gongming looked at him stiffly.

It turns out... they are... good and evil corpses...

“He still has some use.”

Who is talking...

"What's the use of disobedient chess pieces?"

Who am I...

“…”

Zhao Gongming gradually couldn't hear the conversation between Bai Pao Hongjun and Black Pao Hongjun. It was not that he couldn't hear it, but that he couldn't understand it. His consciousness became increasingly blurred, and he even forgot who he was, what's the difference between himself and the air beside him, the stone slabs under his feet, and the Phillips screwdriver in his hand.

Until at some point, the mental constraints suddenly disappeared. Zhao Gongming came back alive again, bent down and breathed heavily, as if he was drowning and rescued.

"Remember your words."

The black-robed Hongjun cut the white-robed Hongjun deeply, then glanced at Zhao Gongming, who was still gasping for breath, and then turned around and walked into the thick darkness.

Zhao Gongming watched his back melt into the darkness.

Zhao Gongming gasped and said, "You are not Taoist ancestors..."

“No, but too.”

The white robe Hongjun's face was in a vague state.

Zhao Gongming asked, "What did you just say?"

Baibo Hongjun did not answer this time. He stared into Zhao Gongming's eyes and said, "It's time for you to enter the illusion. Sanxiao is waiting for you in your temple."

Zhao Gongming slowly closed his eyes after being silent for a few seconds. He knew that Baibou Hongjun would not answer any questions he had.

The invisible force pulled his thoughts down, and a second before he was about to enter the illusion, he heard an illusory word.

"It's in line with your heart."

Zhao Gongming suddenly opened his eyes, but there was a harmonious scene of green water and green mountains in front of him. He was no longer in the real world.

A fairy in white dress walked up from the side with tea: "Brother, can you do this trip?"

Zhao Gongming nodded slowly: "Bixiao, where is Qiongxiao?"

"They are playful and will run to the master's place when you don't see each other for two days." Yun Xiao pursed his lips, "Your face is not very good. Have you encountered something unpleasant?"

Zhao Gongming hesitated for a moment. He didn't know whether he should tell Yunxiao what he encountered and his guess, because this would also bring his troubles to Yunxiao.

Yunxiao sat next to Zhao Gongming.

"Brother, I'm not an outsider."

Zhao Gongming nodded.

"I did encounter some things this time, listen to me..."

After a cup of tea, Zhao Gongming told Yunxiao everything he had experienced and his guesses.

"It turns out that the Taoist Ancestor we usually see is just an incarnation. No wonder he talks more than before the Great Tribulation." Yunxiao paused for a moment, his face became serious. She said to Zhao Gongming: "If you don't have to worry about what Taoist Ancestor wants, he will never harm us."

Zhao Gongming said angrily: "But..."

"Brother, listen to me." Yun Xiao said earnestly, "You used to be on the List of Gods because you were too busy with too much fun. This time, you dared to question Daozu directly, and your courage is getting bigger and bigger. What if you have three of us sisters and three of you? Do you want to drag us down again?"

Zhao Gongming suddenly fell into hesitation.

"this......"

"What's this? Don't think about these things again in the future!"

"All right......"

Zhao Gongming lowered his head during Yunxiao's scolding and dissuasion. He dared to confront the white-robed Hongjun in person and could also knock down Yuanshi Tianzun's face, but he could not pass Yunxiao's level.

"If you encounter something in the future, you must discuss it with me first."

"oh......"

"By the way, I have a gift for you."

"These look like cups, what is this?"

"Cross screwdriver..."
Chapter completed!