Carefree Path of Dreams

Real dreams.

As the foundation of the virtual holy dreamer, Fang Yuan’s self-dream is very narrow, but not too high, but the square is just a master.

"The cultivation of the sacred sacred is the cultivation of the real dream. One day, it will grow into a real world!"

At the center of the heavens and the earth, Fang Yuan’s true self-consciousness emerged, one finger in the sky, one hand on the ground.

Oh!

Meng Yuan Li rushes and whispers, constantly scouring the boundaries of real dreams.

In a wave of scouring, the chaos of the outside world is opened, and the real dreams are constantly expanding. This speed is very slow.

"The road to the virtual sacredness is long and bumpy. I don't know how much it will take until the final sacredness!"

Fang Yuan saw this, could not help but sigh.

After the daily compulsory homework, he stepped out and came to a clearing.

"Dream sergeant, at the beginning, with the current sacred soldiers as the mainstay, supplemented by the martial arts exercises. At the end, it is the interpretation of the world by the way of refining soldiers... In fact, it begins with the rules of weapons, and then masters The road to the rules of the world! Any dreamer route is the same!"

"The secret biography of my master, named the Eight-Door Swords Array, combines a part of the tactics and the essence of martial arts. The power is extraordinary. Based on the eight-door gossip, the heavens and the earth are infinitely changing!"

The ingenious layman's inheritance of the jade, Fang Yuan has already seen too many times, then a cross in the heart flashed, no stagnation.

He sat down on his knees and thought that he would penetrate the void and re-save the dream power that he had consumed before.

When the spirit of the spirit returned to its peak, Fang Yuan stood up and suddenly drank: "Eight swords, start!"

Hey!

Jianguang is surging!

A variety of blue, red, and gold swords gather together, colorful flashes, sharp and sturdy, slammed into the ground, forming a sword in the center of the real dream.

When the swordsmanship came out, the atmosphere of the whole space changed abruptly. It seemed to be a lot of solidity, with sharp meaning.

"In the beginning, just set the road, there is no cohesion of a squadron... painting the skin!"

Fang Yuan looked at the illusory sword shadow and shook his head: "The eight-door sword squad Dacheng, that is the master's cultivation during the peak period. I am now able to have a squad of soldiers, it is already awkward, good. In this gate array, it is not necessary to have eight handles to gather together. One handle, two handles, and three handles can also play the power!"

He turned his eyes to the south and looked solemn.

There, under a red cloud, the red sword is like a pillar of heaven, and the shadow of a sword is mixed and fascinated.

"Zhengnan is away from the fire! It is the sword of fire! It is the easiest to condense in the Eight-Dollar Swords! For me, it is also the best place to start!"

Fang Yuan Ri Shi Yan Yu Jing Mi, the firepower of the body is the most abundant, naturally help in the cultivation of fire sword.

"The south is off fire, listen to my command, the sword of fire, gather!"

His scorpion shot the light and gathered on the red sword.

Oh!

The vastness of the dreams of the vast expanse of the sea is raging, and it is constantly being poured into the pillar of the fire. The fire sword suddenly solidifies and begins to come out.

The sword is three feet, three inches and three inches. The sword is red and has a quaint and mysterious pattern. The hilt is a fire dragon. The whole handle is like a flame, and the center is with a hint of green.

At this time, the original illusory sword shadow has a three-pointed taste.

"one tenth?"

After a long time, the dream power was exhausted, and Fang Yuan looked at the sword, but it was a smile.

To be a real soldier, nature is not a simple matter.

What I did at this time was just a condensed form that still needs to be polished.

Even if even the eight swords gather, the swords are built, and it is a huge project to be separated from the real dreams and become present in reality.

The road to sacredness is a long way to go!

Fortunately, every sword is displayed, and the cultivation of the dream division is full of changes. When the last eight swords gather together, it is even more shocking, weeping ghosts, and the swords are out.

"The eight swords are divided into classes based on the number of soldiers, from the most basic one sword, two swords, to the last eight swords to form a sword array, to evolve the world, one step at a time, the road ahead is clear !"

Fang Yuan touched his chin: "I feel similar to Wu Zong's theory of the pulse, some similar!"

Among the Tongmai Wuzong, it is also divided into a small class with different strengths and strengths.

"After hearing the Lingshi Tongyuan, the cultivation is through the spirits!"

"The other roads of the dreamer are also roughly the same, which can be divided into eight or even nine realms..."

Reminiscent of the recent acquisition of the news, Fang Yuan suddenly no doubt about the cultivation of the realm of Tongyuan.

But all practitioners, majors are Yuanli!

When I first broke into the realm of Juyuan, I was really on the path of cultivation and began to be extraordinary.

In this step, Wu Dao is Wu Zong, Fa Tu is a spiritual person, and Dream Road is a dream teacher.

The second step is that Wu Zong Tong Mai, Ling Shi Tong Yuan Zhen and Meng Shi are different, but there are roughly nine levels.

"The last third step should be to return to the Yuan, to pursue the true meaning and source of Yuanli. On the martial arts, it is the spiritual spurt, and begins to condense the Eucharist. The Tongyuan Lingshi does not know, and the dream teacher, as a manifestation! ”

"Nine-fold Tongyuan checkpoints, the strength between the layers is also different. And, the dreamer is almost the crushing advantage for the other two..."

Fang Yuan looked at the property bar, and after seeing this point, the above data changed immediately:

"Name: Fang Yuan

Fine: 36

Gas: 30

God: 21

Occupation: Dream Division

Repaired as: Xu Sheng, Wu Zong (three veins)

Skills: Giant Eagle Iron Body [four layers (1%)], Baidu Alchemy [One Refining], Eight Doors Sword [One Sword (10%)]

Expertise: Medical Skills [Level 3], Implantation [Grade 5]

"So count it, now I am the Tongmai Wuzong four heavy, the virtual Sheng a heavy strength?"

Fang Yuan looked, some speechless: "It’s just real combat power data, it doesn’t show up..."

At least, with the cultivation of his own sacred sacredness, he encountered the ordinary three-four martial arts martial arts, which is definitely the end of the crushing, and the other side can't escape even.

"The current main points of cultivation are: the first is to perfect the giant eagle, and the second is to condense the fire sword..."

This sword from the fire is actually an interpretation of the world's way of fire, or the cohesion of the flame rules of Fang Yuan's real dreams. Naturally, it is no small matter.

"In addition to using Meng Yuanli to slowly polish, it should only be in the dream world, in order to find a treasure for heaven that is helpful to repair..."

Fang Yuan nodded and shook his head again.

Hey!

Suddenly, the Eight-Dollar Swordsman moved, and the red-red swords broke out, causing Fang Yuan to be surprised.

He looked up and saw that he had already solidified the number of points from the top of the fire sword column, and then raised the entire space by half a foot.

Not only that, around the dream, countless fire swords emerged, killing chaos, making his real dreams in the expansion of time, the speed is slower than the use of dream power, why is it faster?

"This is the true way of cultivation in the dream world!"

Fang Yuan saw this and could not help but sigh.

At this time, he was truly practicing on the path of the virtual holy.

"There are eight swords in the middle of the battle, even if I don't preside, the whole dream will continue to expand and become more solid!"

Fang Yuan deeply felt the power of the dream division, and could not help but nod.

In the real world.

This is a valley, with lush vegetation and inaccessible.

In one of the caves underneath, Fang Yuan sat cross-legged, and the air-powered machine converges to the limit, suddenly opening his eyes.

"Fire Sword!"

With a wave of his hand, a red-footed sword with a few feet of length emerged, and a sword broke out!

laugh!

On the ground, a black mark spreads and is highly condensed into a line, straight out a few feet.

"Although the fire sword has not yet been condensed, it can already be used to mobilize a hint of swordsmanship. This power is not inferior to ordinary **** soldiers. The most crucial thing is to use the arm to make a finger... In the future, simply use the sword gas or simply against the enemy, perhaps me. Can this method be used to disguise martial arts, what is the name of the 'eight-pulse sword?'

Fang Yuan touched his chin and brought a hint of dream power.

After several changes, I looked at the hint of dark red in it, and I felt a sorrow and floated my heart.

"The hidden dangers left by the Sanjie Mountain have finally been solved!"

He thought of a move, the whole person dreamed of coming into a dream.

"Collect information Sanjieshan, Dream Master!"

Before the Sifang stone monument, Fang Yuan took out the jade token and started searching directly.

Because only the scattered information is needed, the news is not expensive, but it also completely empties his family.

"Sanjieshan, isolated from the Three Realms, hence its name. Nine hundred years ago, the evil sacred door of the evil spirits was degraded here, and the dream became a dreamland. Between the real and the illusory, it became a natural danger. Save one, there is no one in the retrograde, the dream teacher is not close, otherwise there is an unpredictable disaster..."

After a while, looking at the content of the information, Fang Yuan’s face suddenly changed.

"No... there is no such thing as the power of the shadow. Is the only clue that is in the evil spirits?"

This name, Fang Yuan is also just heard, and even very familiar.

But not himself, but in Yang Fan's dream!

"After becoming the school of Ying Yang, I traced the past and finally learned that the green ghost is the dreamer of the evil holy door!"

Fang Yuan’s nephew is deep: “It seems that... the fate of the other party, still can’t be easily cut off.”

This kind of power is mixed in his dream power, even if it is not obvious for a while, it will become a affliction in the future!

With the character of Fang Yuan, this time bomb will never be allowed to be tied to the body.

Therefore, it is imperative to go to the evil holy gate and find the source!

"For me, this road is too difficult..."

Fang Yuan shook his head: "Maybe... you can try to post a message for help, look for ways to wash the power within the dream power. Contribution points, the most important thing is the contribution point!"

After several inquiries, his contribution point has been exhausted, which is called the bird's egg.

"You must make a big deal as soon as possible!"

He looked at the stone tablet and the scorpion was deep.