Three feet deep underground, in a narrow and curved tunnel, Shi Yiguang squatted in the corner, staring at the 20 people in the Tianshi Mansion flashing their inspirations, each of whom copied a shovel and digging forward with all his strength.

I was just thinking of trying it out, but I didn’t expect that the blind cat would encounter a dead mouse, and it was safe underground.

Strangely, although this place is three meters deep underground, the soil is soft and tight, like sand stuck together with water. A small knock can make a large piece. The people in the Tianshi Mansion are all blood descendants, and their physical fitness is far beyond ordinary people. There are three or four who have performed special contracts, greatly speeding up the excavation speed.

But half a stick of incense has been dug out twenty or thirty meters of this passage.

"How do you know there is no smoke underground?" Di Fan came over and asked.

Shi Yiguang covered his mouth and shook his head: "I dare not say it, I'm afraid you will sew my mouth up."

When Di Fan heard this, curiosity disappeared instantly.

"So obedient!" Di Fan praised Shi Yiguang: "I will do this from now on. I don't know if I ask you. If you say something that will harm me, you will really be buried with you."

Shi Yiguang nodded vigorously: "If you don't say it, if you don't say it, if you don't say it, if you don't say it, if you beat me to death, I won't say it."

"So good, I'll remember you!"

Di Fan nodded with a smile, turned his head and walked to the dug sand pile, raised his hand gently, and the golden bracelet flashed slightly on his wrist. More than ten sand and soil pythons rose up half a person's height, and narrowed down and drilled into the golden bracelet.

Shi Yiguang looked at the golden bracelet and was very envious. This was the storage treasure made of Sumeru mustard seeds and special small universes. Each piece was priceless.

As Shi Yiguang looked at it, he couldn't help but sigh. In fact, she could have a Sumeru mustard seed. When she encountered a panda and a puppet at the Nantianmen, she used Songtsen Gampo's "power" to occupy the Sumeru mustard seed of the puppet.

Unfortunately, after a little puppet was accidentally plotted against, not only was it kicked, but the Sumeru mustard seed on the finger was also taken away.

"Don't let me catch you again, otherwise you can keep it and let you know what cruelty is." Shi Yiguang swore secretly.

"What are you muttering?" Di Fan ran to Shi Yiguang's side after collecting the digging of wasteland.

"Nothing." Shi Yiguang shook his head.

Squatting in this dim tunnel, Shi Yiguang had nothing to do. He held his cheek with his left hand and his cheek with both hands. He was really bored. Looking at Di Fan's thoughtful look, he suddenly poked him.

"Wrong, what are you thinking?"

"I was wondering why the Imperial Heavenly Prison suddenly disintegrated, and where was the supervisor holding the Dragon Slaying Sword?" Di Fan did not hide at all and said bluntly: "Is this mysterious supervisor inherited the hereditary tradition, or is there only one person from beginning to end."

Shi Yiguang's curiosity was aroused.

"Didn't you say you are the head of the Heavenly Master Mansion? As you are, you don't even know about the Imperial Heavenly Supervision?"

"Although the Imperial Heavenly Prison is one, over the years of temptation, our Tianshi Mansion has also learned about the secrets hidden by the Imperial Heavenly Prison. However, the Imperial Heavenly Prison's supervisor is always like a cloud of fog that cannot be seen through or touched. The Imperial Heavenly Prison has been standing for more than a thousand years, but the surveillance has never revealed a trace. Even the description of him within the Imperial Heavenly Prison is only one sentence: holding the Dragon Slaying Sword as the supervisor."

"Does the internal members of the Imperial Heaven Supervision not know what their supervisor is like?" Shi Yiguang asked in surprise.

"That's true. The only way to identify the supervisor of the Imperial Heaven Supervision is to kill the Dragon Sword!" The local nodded.

"That's not to say that anyone holding the Dragon-Slaying Sword is the supervisor of the Imperial Heavenly Prison." Shi Yiguang sat down a little, and then said in a suspicious tone: "Is the Imperial Heavenly Prison created by Emperor Wu? Why did she leave such a big disadvantage? She is not afraid that the surveillance officer will be killed. If the Dragon-Slaying Sword falls into the hands of the enemy, wouldn't the entire Imperial Heavenly Prison turn against him and become an enemy?"

"In fact, Emperor Wu did leave such a rule." Di Fan spread his hands.

"However, I don't think this is an omission from Emperor Wu!" Di Fan said again: "Maybe this is Emperor Wu's recognition of the strength of the Imperial Heaven Supervision Supervisor! Emperor Wu believes that as long as he is not voluntarily, almost no one can force his dragon-slaying sword."

"??? Almost no one can steal his Dragon Slaying Sword?" Shi Yiguang rounded his mouth and couldn't help saying, "What a powerful person he is to get the recognition of the empress, is the best in the world!"

"Strength is inevitable, but not necessarily the strongest!" Di Fan said again: "It does not mean that he can do anything to others. Do you understand what I mean? Perhaps this supervisor has an unparalleled escape ability in the world and no one can catch up with him."

"Yes, yes, what you said makes sense." Shi Yiguang nodded in response.

"But don't look down on this supervisor. He may not be the strongest, but he must be very strong. After all, before absolute power, all skills are all fancy moves!" Di Fan tilted his head and thought, "According to my guess, the supervisor of the imperial prison has never changed for thousands of years, and he has been alone from beginning to end."

"One person?" Shi Yiguang widened his eyes: "Living for more than a thousand years? Are you the old man more than a genius?"

"Of course it's not the old turtle, but the blood king."

"Blood King, the immortal group of people?" Shi Yiguang became even more surprised: "But I heard that after the chaos three hundred years ago, the blood kings in the world were already dead? Could it be that a new blood king was born, or the ancient dead blood king returned to condense his soul?"

"Nothing is absolute, there are always exceptions in everything." Di Fan shook his head slowly: "Maybe someone hiding in a corner and escaping the great unrest three hundred years ago."

"Who is he? Can you guess?" Shi Yiguang continued to ask.

"With my intelligence and talent, of course, I can guess it. Eighty-mostly one of the two people who painted the Tuibei picture."

"Tuibeitu?" Shi Yiguang scratched his head: "What is that?"

"Don't you know the Tuibei Tu?" Di Fan showed a contemptuous look: "During the Zhenguan period, Yuan and Li were ordered to preview the secret of Tianji. Li Chunfeng used his magic number to deduce it. Tianji arrived and was out of control! It was not until Yuan Tiangang pushed his back and told him that Tianji could not be revealed that Li Chunfeng stopped, but at this time he had already obtained sixty hexagrams. After that, as the sun, moon, spring and autumn flowed, hundreds of years passed, and most of the prophecies in these sixty hexagrams actually came true."

"Is this a prophecy of the future?" Shi Yiguang was stunned in an instant.

"Is there such a contract? Why haven't I heard of it?"

What ability is this to predict the future? It’s so amazing, it’s even higher than her [oracle]. How could this ability that only exists in movies really appear? If predicting the future is also a contract, what should it be?

"I haven't heard of it." Di Fan shrugged: "Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng are also illusory legends in our blood-born world. They suddenly appeared and suddenly disappeared. No one knew where they came from and where they finally went."
Chapter completed!