"White Dragon?"

Peng Yu took out the treasure map that Zhuan Yun gave him.

"According to geographical location, this treasure map is in Baihe County. Zhuanyun said that this is a treasure house left by a saint."

Naturally, Peng Yu thought of the origin of Baihe County.

There is a "Baihe Saint" in the Baihe Dharma Realm, the predecessor of Baihe County. It is said that it was transformed by an ancient white dragon. Yuan Yiling mentioned in the past that Baihe Saint may return to life.

"This treasure map is probably the 'Qinghe Treasure House' of the Saint of Baihe.' Kunhao' reminded me of the Bailong that I asked me to get this Qiankun treasure as soon as possible? But if the Saint returns to life..."

Peng Yu thought again: So what if he returns to life? He dares to fight against the Great Kun Shen Dynasty. If he turns around, he will die again if he lives. If he is willing to be safe, his treasure house will naturally belong to him. What I want is the treasure of Qiankun Sect.

"But we must prepare quickly and try to take a look."

Yuanjun Palace is gloomy and weird, and Peng Yu dared not stay here for a long time.

After "Kunhao" left, he also turned around and left.

The palace gate fell and the Yuanjun Palace returned to peace. Yuanjun on the shrine suddenly moved. She stretched her hands, changed to a posture of folding her hands, and continued to meditate.

Walking out of Yuanjun Palace, Peng Yu wandered around the Heavenly Palace aimlessly.

As a person, as long as he does not run around to the empresses in the harem, there is no forbidden area in the Heavenly Palace to stop him.

While walking, he thought about the strange behavior of "Kunhao".

"A dignified prince, the innate god king, was forced to escape by pretending to die and dared not even ask for his identity. The so-called trinity, the last person who controls Kunhao's body, is that scary?"

Peng Yu was curious about the origin of the man, but reason told him: Don’t check, don’t listen to the instigation of "Kunhao". For the time being, don’t stand by me, don’t just stand by.

"The third party has not provoked me yet. If I investigate the "Seven Strange Talks", it will easily cause trouble."

Anyway, my goal is to collect the ring, and then pat my butt and go home, throw the mess to "Kunhao" and let him do it himself.

"But this guy is really generous and broader than mine. When I use his body, he is not disgusted at all."

If someone runs to the earth to occupy his body when his soul is gone, it will be disgusting to think of that person snatching away his parents and friends.

Walking to a pond, I looked at the bright moon reflected in the water. It is similar to the earth, with silver light shining and turbulent with the waves of water.

However, the moon on Earth is a satellite. But here...

He looked up at the sky. Outside the nine levels of atmosphere, the Taiyin star was the right eye of Taixuan Demon Mother.

Back then, the Demon Mother Trinity devoured the sun, moon and stars, and the Hunyuan Sect Leader later turned into the sun and moon with his eyes.

Peng Yu sighed quietly.

Decades have passed, and I don’t know how the time flows between the two realms are. How are the father and mother doing?

"Your Highness has something to worry about?"

Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded behind him.

"Yes, I'm thinking about how to kill you." Peng Yu turned around and looked at the handsome young man: "Is the banquet over?"

Zhuanyun: "It's over." He hid one hand behind him, not knowing what he was doing.

"Then you don't hurry up and stay here, what are you going to stay? Heavenly Palace is not a place you can stay."

Looking around, the current location is at the intersection of the former dynasty and the harem. When I came from Qianlin Pavilion, I obviously took a lot of roads.

"You said, if you shout a few times, send someone to take you down and say you are spying on the palace..."

"Your Highness will not expose me, and your Majesty will not blame me for this little thing. After all, I am giving gifts to your Highness."

The hand behind him lit up. It was a small bamboo cage with dozens of colorful butterflies flying inside.

"Is this a dream butterfly?"

"Yes, this is the dream of the Spirit Emperor and some special spiritual dream butterflies."

In addition to the dream butterfly of the Spirit Emperor, the bamboo cage also has silver, gold and purple butterflies.

"The silver butterfly is the inheritance of immortal arts, which may be helpful to Your Highness's study of the Qiankun immortal arts."

Peng Yu looked at the five dream butterflies with silver light and asked curiously: "Would you be so kind?"

"I have always been a good person, but Your Highness misunderstood me."

hehe……

A person who only writes about "rebellion" on his face actually says he is a good person.

"What's this purple butterfly?"

"The dream of foresight is a divination dream made by a certain immortal with great magical powers. Absorb this dream and you can see a fragment of yourself in the future."

"The future? The least worth believing is the so-called divination. If divination is effective, it means that it cannot be changed. If it can be changed, what else should divination be done?"

Faced with Peng Yu's "second-tier" speech, Zhuan Yun shook his head and laughed: "Time is a long river. The so-called divination of the future is just a glimpse of the possibility of the future. If it is beneficial, follow the future. If it is unfavorable, cut off this tributary. Your Highness will look at the future, which may be helpful to him."

"So, have you used such a precious premonition dream butterfly?"

“Used.”

"What did you divine? Your future?"

“It will rain tomorrow.”

"Hmm?" After a while, Peng Yu reacted: "Is it so random?"

"We are not gods who control dreams, so we naturally cannot control dreams accurately. What we can predict depends on luck. Otherwise, the price of 'predicting butterflies' is not what it is now."

"What about this golden one?"

There are three golden dream butterflies that collide from time to time.

"Thinking of the butterfly. There is something to think about the day and dreaming about the night. It can make people dream about the people or things they want to see."

Then, Zhuanyun explained that the black "nightmare butterfly" can make people have nightmares. The blue "dream butterfly" can make people enter other people's dreams. The white "dream butterfly" can eliminate the dreams and make people fall asleep peacefully.

Peng Yu saw it strangely.

Even when studying in Simu Palace, the teachers took out all kinds of strange gadgets, he had never seen such a wide variety of "dream butterflies".

"This gift is very good, I like it."

After taking the bamboo cage, Peng Yu looked straight at Zhuanyun.

Zhuanyun bowed his body and walked out of the palace.

"Wait--" Peng Yu remembered something: "Do you know the specific information about Luomen Pass?"

Zhuanyun shook his head slightly: "At the banquet, Your Majesty only talked about the great victory, but he did not disclose the specific details."

"I don't like to owe favors. Let me tell you in advance that the reason why Zhuanyang can participate is because the enemy set up a battle platform..."

After Peng Yu talked about the military situation in Luomen Pass, Zhuan Yun had a serious expression: "Fighting Battle Platform? How did you get it?"

"This is also a lonely doubt. Of course, the father will definitely hold the Temple of War tomorrow accountable. If you are interested, you might as well pay attention. In addition, you might as well do a good job of Zhuanyang's military merit rewards."

"He is your companion, aren't you going to help me?"

"I am not yet aged and have no interest in acting like a spoiled child with my father. Your family is quite powerful in the military, so his promotion will naturally be arranged by you."

Zhuanyun thanked Peng Yu for the message he sent.

If he knows the military intelligence in advance, he can help his younger brother operate and strive for a good situation.

Soon, Zhuanyun left the Heavenly Palace, and Peng Yu turned around and returned to Qianyuan Palace.

Because of the plot of Luomen Pass, the Divine Emperor did not plan to rest on this night and started to deal with it directly.

On the one hand, he sent people to Longyin County, and on the other hand, he directly held the War God Temple accountable, asking several martial saints to give an explanation.

Peng Yu was lying on the bed, carrying the bamboo cage given by Zhuan Yun.

Butterflies dance, and dreams arise and die in the glory.

He reached out and pointed a "Spirit Emperor Dream Butterfly".

The dream of the Spirit Emperor opened again.

...

In the dark and damp cell, my eyes swept through one dark room after another.

"Peng Yu" reached out to cover his mouth and nose and ordered the man around him: "Li Ge, is this the only one?"

"There can only be found, time is rushed, and there are not many death row prisoners who can be found."

"So that's it, plant the acne poison for them."

The man hesitated, and Peng Yu saw the young spiritual emperor from his dark pupils. "Are you sure you want to do this? If Gao Xuan knew, you would definitely blame you."

"I can't care about it anymore. Let him survive first. Besides, he is stopping the disaster for me."

The Spirit Emperor clenched his fists. The "smalliped" was a gift given to him by a sister, who wanted to kill him. However, he did not know that his immortal body of Qiankun formed his own world and was not affected by the curse of Smallpox. Instead, his cousin who had been by his side for many years was caught and caused the curse of the Queen Mother Goddess.

"And, I don't know whether this method can be successful."

Peng Yu felt the dream and saw that the Spirit Emperor used death row prisoners as an experiment, extracted smallpox antibodies from the death row prisoners, and then threw them into the blood of Gaoyang King.
To be continued...