Against the Gods

When approaching the barrier of the Dream Weaver Kingdom, a repulsive stance struck, causing Xuan Ark's speed to drop sharply.

"Welcome the distinguished guests of Zhetian Divine Kingdom."

A voice came from afar. The profound ark of Zhetian Divine Kingdom has special inscriptions and kendo aura, making it easy to identify. Following the sound, a figure quickly approached.

The aura in the middle stage of the Divine Lord Realm can be regarded as the King of the Intermediate Star Realm in the Divine Realm. Here, I can only become a world-defending disciple. He said in a high-spirited voice: "Is the person here Yun Che?"

Obviously, Divine Lord Wumeng had already made an explanation for Yun Che’s arrival.

As soon as he finished speaking, his pupils suddenly shrank... because as the mysterious ark descended, he saw the immortal green shadow.

His momentum dissipated in an instant, and his heroic figure quickly lowered, half-kneeling on the ground, and saluted respectfully: "Welcome to the great Sword Immortal Zhetian. I didn't know that the Sword Immortal was coming, so I couldn't welcome you from far away. I apologize."

Hua Qingying looked away from the sky... It had been a long time since she had entered the Kingdom of Dreamweaver.

"Go and report to the Lord Wu Meng that Yun Che has arrived."

"yes!"

The disciples who guarded the world respectfully obeyed the order and quickly launched a profound sound transmission formation: "Quick! Report to the Lord of God quickly..."

…

Dreamweaver Temple.

Every brick and tile here reflects different strange lights, like a mirror or water. When you turn your eyes, there will be fog around you. If your mind is not strong and your heart and soul are unstable, just walking among them will make you feel like... Wandering in the realm of illusion leads to mental confusion and wandering soul.

Meng Kongchan, the god without dreams, is sitting on the throne. In front of him, standing respectfully is a young man dressed in silver. He has long hair, and his hair is faintly glowing with silver brilliance. Although he is facing Wu Meng, The deity has a calm face, a slight smile on his lips, and a pair of pupils that look like the breeze at first glance. If you dare to look at him, you will inadvertently be dragged into the dreamy abyss of an unknown destination.

Son of the Dreamweaver God - Dreaming of the Creek!

"My profound strength has entered the realm well, and my soul power has entered the realm fairly well, which is very good."

Mengkong Chan nodded slowly, with a hint of approval in his eyes.

I dreamed of a satisfied smile on the surface of the stream: "To receive these words from Father God, all the hard work during this period has been completely worth it."

"Your efforts are not for me, but for yourself. It can also be said that you are working for the future of Dream Weaver Kingdom."

The Lord Wumeng tapped his fingers on the table and looked at his most outstanding son with dim eyes: "During this period, several masters of the Dream Palace have returned to your 'submission'. Now, your 'power' The territory is so big that it is not far away from covering the sky with one hand. After so much effort, it is indeed beyond my expectation to be able to make such an entry. "

Dreaming of seeing the stream, he immediately bowed down and said in fear: "Father God, when I see the stream, I will never..."

"Don't be so nervous." Meng Kongchan interrupted what he was about to say: "You have been the son of the dream weaver for less than a hundred years, but you can achieve this level. This is ambition and ability. But for an emperor, for a qualified weaver For the Dream God, ambition and ability are both indispensable things.”

"It's just that you have to remember one thing." Meng Kongchan's expression remained unchanged from beginning to end: "Too much is not enough."

"Yes! Jian Xi will obey Father God's teachings." Meng Jian Xi bowed his head deeply, and then explained: "Father God, no matter how hard Jian Xi is, he will always be your son. Jian Xi has always been your son. A man suddenly became the son of the dream-weaver god. Even though a hundred years have passed, he still feels as if he is in a dream."

"I am always worried that I am not doing well, so I try my best to share my worries for Father God."

"Yes." Mengkong Chan nodded: "I have been the deity for a long time, and it is true that it is boring. If you are like this, it will make it easier for me to give up my position as soon as possible."

Meng Jianxi raised his head with great fear on his face: "Father God, this is absolutely true..."

"I told you not to be nervous."

With a faint word, Meng Jianxi stopped what she was about to say again: "I don't know what you do in secret, but I never stop it. You and I understand it tacitly. I mentioned it specifically today to remind you of something."

"No matter what your thoughts are, your cultivation level must not fall behind. The higher your cultivation level, the better and faster you can integrate the power of the true god when you carry the divine source. For example, Shen Wuyanye of the Kingdom of Eternal Night, when she was young In order to improve his cultivation level, he almost risked his life, and even though he later forcibly inherited the divine source with seven points of divine power, his current divine power is by no means inferior to mine."

"Your current cultivation level ranks at the bottom among all the sons of gods. In just three years, it will be the time to meet Emperor Yuan, but you must not... lose the face of the Dream Weaver Kingdom."

"Yes, Jian Xi, remember this!"

"Have Jianzhou's body been found?" Meng Kongchan suddenly jumped to another topic.

Meng Jian Xi replied: "Including Meng Jingzhe, there are still no traces found."

"Yes." Mengkong Chan responded: "Go ahead and don't look for him any more. Looking for a body in a sea of ​​fog is like looking for a needle in a haystack. After searching for him for nearly half a year, you are worthy of him. After you go back, comfort your mother."

"Yes." Meng Jianxi responded, and then said: "Although there is no news about my brother's body, combined with various recent rumors, they suspect that his death may not be a simple disaster of the abyssal beast, but... due to anger. 'The Mist Emperor' died."

"Fog Emperor?" Mengkong Chan narrowed his eyes slightly: "That inexplicable rumor? What is the basis for it?"

Dreaming of Xi Dao: "Brother has always cherished his life, and he has always been cautious when it comes to life safety. If he was not forced, he would never step into the sea of ​​fog. Although he was forced to go into the sea of ​​fog to experience this time, with his temperament, he definitely did not dare to If you go too deep...and in the outer area, how can you encounter the ancestor Linshen."

"A few months ago, the ancestor Linshen appeared strangely outside the fog sea. The rumors about the Mist Emperor also originated from that day. According to countless mysterious people who were nearby at that time, the ancestor Linshen was probably the one who claimed to be the 'Mist Emperor' Controlled by people.”

"It's extremely ridiculous." Mengkong Chan said lightly: "The Abyssal Beast is a dead soul with an extinct consciousness. How can it be controlled? Even as great as the Supreme Abyss Emperor, it is absolutely impossible to control it. The so-called 'Mist Emperor', but It’s a ridiculous trick played by an idiot, but it’s so ridiculous that it’s spreading among fools.”

"Jian Xi thinks so too."

At this time, Mengkong Chan's eyebrows moved, and he pointed with his finger, and a sound transmission profound array unfolded in front.

"Your Majesty, two guests from Zhetian Divine Kingdom have arrived."

"Well, let the disciples who keep the world bring him directly to see me." Meng Kongchan said casually, then frowned slightly: "Two people? Who is the other one?"

"It's the Zhetian Sword Immortal."

Mengkong Chan stood up with a "hoo", and then quickly sent a message: "Let the distinguished guest wait a moment, I will personally go to greet you, don't neglect."

"Senior Sword Immortal actually... eh?"

As soon as Meng Jian Xi's words left his mouth, Meng Kong Chan's figure disappeared from his sight, leaving only an unquenched storm.

The Mengkong Cicada was extremely fast, and wherever it swept, it was like the roar of thousands of thunders, startling countless dream weavers.

The moment he rushed out of the protective barrier, he saw Hua Qingying's figure.

All the emotions were buried deep in his soul. When Mengkong Chan stepped out, his steps were already majestic. He smiled without saying a word: "Hahahaha, Qingying, it has been a few days since you last came to the Kingdom of Dreamweaver. After a thousand years, why do you have time to come here now? Is it to escort this kid? "

He just glanced at Yun Che hastily, and then quickly turned his gaze back to Hua Qingying.

"Indeed." Hua Qingying said.

What was meant to be a joke was answered in the affirmative, and Meng Kongchan was obviously stunned for a moment.

Hua Qingying turned her eyes and said to Yun Che: "This is God Wumeng. He will arrange a place for you, but that's it. He will not give you any help in the future."

"Remember what I said to you and what you said yourself. The rest is up to you."

After saying that, she nodded slightly to Mengkong Chan: "I have already delivered the person, so I will trouble the Lord Wumeng."

"No trouble, no trouble...Oh, Qingying, you..."

Mengkong Chan took a step forward, but could only watch helplessly as Hua Qingying flew back to the mysterious ark, and disappeared in a moment, without any intention of staying... He did not even really step into the Dream Weaver Divine Kingdom.

She... really just wanted to send this kid off?

Yun Che stepped forward and saluted respectfully: "Junior Yun Che, on the orders of the God of Hua Xin, I came here to pay my respects to the God of Wu Meng."

Qingying left, and Mengkong Chan lost his mind for a moment. He nodded in disinterest: "Follow me."

Yun Che didn't say much and followed behind Meng Kongchan.

Different eyes came from everywhere, some were hot and soul-burning, some were ice-cold, some were as sharp as knives, some were as light as cotton.

After all, this is the kingdom of God that specializes in soul power.

Mengkong Chan didn't say anything during the whole process, and Yun Che didn't take the initiative to speak either.

"He is worthy of being the god of the Dream Weaver Kingdom. His soul is like the endless sea. Silence can cover all things, and movement can overturn the heavens."

Li Suo's voice came from the soul sea: "You came here specifically to face someone with such a divine soul. What on earth are you going to do?"

Yun Che did not answer directly: "You will know soon."

"...I want to know now." Li Suo's voice was filled with worry.

When facing the God of Painting Heart, Yun Che was surrounded by painted glass and protected by the clear shadow of Painting. Even if the God of Painting Heart was angry, Li Suo would not worry about his safety.

But at this moment, Yun Che stepped into the Dream Weaver Kingdom alone, facing the Dreamless God alone, truly alone and helpless.

She was convinced that Yun Che had come here deliberately, and he must have some plot against God Wumeng... But with Yun Che's current body, alone in the Kingdom of Dreamweaver, plotting against God Wumeng... If there was a slight mistake, there would be no chance of death. born.

Yun Che thought for a while and then told her: "The strongest point of Lord Wu Meng is undoubtedly his soul. I am going to have a try with him in this area where he is best and most powerful."

"!!" This answer undoubtedly shocked Li Suo.

"You..." After the word came out, she fell silent again, and then slowed down her voice: "How sure are you?"

Yun Che took a deep breath and made an almost ruthless soul sound: "This is the final barrier left to me by the Demon Queen at the cost of permanent loss of her body. I... will never allow failure!"

Dreamweaver Temple.

Various strange rays of light refracted from the surroundings, causing Yun Che's vision to appear strangely fragmented and trance-like. The Dreamless God in his vision also disappeared there like scattered mist.

Yun Che closed his eyes for two short breaths. When he opened them, his vision was clear. Meng Kongchan was sitting on the throne, looking at him with a gaze that was so dull that it was almost lifeless.

"It seems that you don't have a good skin for nothing."

This was a voice of approval from the Dream Weaver God, but it was not mixed with any emotion.

"You are at the third level of the Divine Master Realm, but you can recover so quickly in the soul light of this temple. It seems that your soul power is far better than your profound power."

Yun Che took a few steps forward, and then bowed as a junior: "Junior Yun Che is just a humble person, and I am really scared to bother God Wumeng with such trouble."

"No matter how humble you are, if you can catch the eyes of that girl Caili, you are qualified enough to be proud in front of any man."

Meng Kongchan couldn't tell whether his words were meant to be flat or sarcastic: "Where are you going?"

Yun Che said: "To be honest, although I have longed for the Dream Weaver Kingdom for a long time, I know very little about it, and it is not an exaggeration to know nothing. So where to go... I will listen to the arrangements of the Dreamless God. "

"Yes." Mengkong Chan responded lightly: "Without background, the cultivation level of a god is far different from that of the Nine Knowledges of the Palace. I am also extremely curious, why on earth did you let that girl Caili be so devoted to you, even... Qing...Ying...du...dedicates...Cheng...protects...you...and...to..."

His voice seemed to gradually become slower, then slower, and then became vaguely farther and farther away, becoming more and more erratic.

"Now that you have entered my dream-weaving divine kingdom...how can you not have a big dream first..."

The light was distorting, and the vision became hazy at some point. The figure of the Dreamless God seemed to be far away in the sky.

"I will personally help you fall into your dream. This can be regarded as... the highest form of hospitality in our Dream Weaver Kingdom... It's not in vain that Qingying personally sends you here..."

Yun Che's eyes lost focus, and then lost their color, as if covered with a thick layer of gray fog.

His eyebrows that were twitching hard and the corners of his lips that were trying to open and close also completely fell silent at this time. Even the profound energy that naturally overflowed from his body seemed to be dormant and became extremely weak.

From beginning to end, Mengkong Chan maintained his original posture and expression without any changes.

Only his pupils shone with a faint silvery gleam.

No one knew that his true god's soul had silently touched Yun Che's soul sea... and then encountered a fairly stubborn resistance.

This is the instinctive defense of the soul of living beings against foreign invaders. With Yun Che's cultivation level, being able to have such a soul defense is worthy of praise for Meng Kongchan.

But in front of his true god's soul, it was nothing but fragile cloth.

His eyes narrowed for a moment, and the huge soul was like a roaring sea, directly covering Yun Che's entire soul.

boom----

Yun Che's mind was filled with excitement.

However, at the moment when Meng Kongchan's soul touched the bottom of Yun Che's soul, his soul suddenly felt strangely frightened.

He saw a pair of... dark pupils that suddenly opened.

It was... the most extreme darkness he had ever seen in his life.

The pair of pitch-black eyes quickly enlarged in his soul, and then enlarged again... His soul trembled uncontrollably, and at a certain moment, he suddenly realized that he had become extremely small.

His soul is like the overturned sea... But hanging above the sea is an endless dark abyss that seems to cover all the heavens and the world.

roar----------

The black pupils exploded, and the demonic abyss covered them, swallowing up the entire sea. There was no longer a wave or a ray of light.

Mengkong Chan's spiritual world resounded with an extremely angry ancient demonic chant.

Mengkong Chan's whole body shook violently, and the silver light in his pupils instantly dissipated, replaced by endless pure and endless dark light.

Yun Che slowly opened his eyes at this moment... A ferocious demonic figure was reflected in his pupils.

He opened his mouth and uttered a hoarse devilish voice that sounded like him but not like him:

"I/I...am/am...dream/dream...see/see...aby/aby..."