Great Dao Ji

"Resentment and hatred meet, separation is painful, and what you seek cannot be achieved"

The blue spirit boy rolled in the clouds, lay down lazily, and looked up at the sky: "I hope it will be useful"

It is very pessimistic and does not think that An Qisheng or this low-level civilization can resist Russell.

It knows too much about the horror of the nightmare hydra clan.

The horror of nightmare is that it is not just a dream, but can become a reality!

"Alas"

The three-hearted blue spirit boy sighed and slowly closed his eyes.

It had no choice. The seemingly peaceful monster gentleman had too strong a will. No one could persuade him to do what he decided.

I just hope that even if this low-level civilization is destroyed, he can run away, otherwise he will be doomed forever.

Huh~

As he closed his eyes, a stream of light that was invisible to the naked eye and even imperceptible to the will of God disappeared into the void.

Some people say that dreams are the release of the subconscious, some people say that dreams are illusions in sleep, some people say that dreams are a window for the conscious to see the unconscious, and some people say that dreams are a preview of the crisis in the human mind.

But no matter which statement is made, dreams are not a real world.

It is just because An Qisheng, who outlined this dream, has too high a divine will and too deep a cognition, far exceeding all those who were pulled into the dream by him.

The result of the comprehensive crushing of cognition is that An Qisheng clearly told everyone that this is just a dream, but everyone who was pulled into it could not find any flaws.

From this perspective, it is no different from the real world, because in reality, few people can see the reality of the world through appearances.

What is the truth and illusion?

The only exception is the three-hearted blue spirit child who was given high enough authority by An Qisheng.

It is not trapped by dreams, has high authority, and can even change some information in dreams, in other words, it is to manipulate dreams.

This is very simple for it.

Because no matter how logical a dream is, the person who controls it can ignore logic.

Just like in a dream, even if you can't even see a woman's face clearly, you will subconsciously think that she is your beloved, and you will not have any doubts.

Bizarre, originally refers to dreams.

"A-choo~"

Chu Fan sneezed.

Jiang Shili reacted quickly, dodged, covered his nose and frowned: "You should know the purpose of my coming, right?"

"Cooperation."

Chu Fan shuddered, always feeling a little uncomfortable. Seeing Jiang Shili's big reaction, he didn't care and asked: "I have no opinion at all, but how to cooperate?"

"Just help each other."

Jiang Shili put down his hand and his expression returned to normal: "Since your purpose is to exchange blood, I can use the connections I can get to help you complete it. Similarly, you have to help us complete the task."

Chu Fan's eyes flashed: "We?"

"Of course, I'm not the only one I'm contacting."

Jiang Shili threw her hand casually, and three medicine bottles of different colors fell on the table: "I came here in a hurry this time and didn't bring any pills. The quality of these three bottles of pills is not good, but they can also increase your internal strength for several months."

As she said, she seemed to have received some reminders, slightly tilted her ears, and then flipped through the window and disappeared without any movement.

"This woman has already succeeded in blood exchange"

Chu Fan was a little envious, but only a little.

Everyone's task is different. Jiang Shili's task is no less difficult than his, and even more difficult.

Sigh~

At this moment, a high-pitched horse neighing sound suddenly rang out on the long street.

"Not good!"

Chu Fan was startled.

He was too familiar with this horse neighing. This was his, no, it was his master Fan Zimin's horse.

Stealing horses?

Chu Fan suddenly stood up and jumped out of the window. In mid-air, he stretched out his palm and grabbed the eaves. Looking at the sound, he saw a masked female thief riding a horse on the long street.

"Dog thief!"

Chu Fan gritted his teeth, jumped down from the fourth floor, blew a loud horn, and called another dragon horse.

He jumped on the horse and chased after it.

Chu Fan certainly didn't know what kind of "song-song" sadomasochism would happen when he chased after it.

Looking at this scene, Jiang Shili frowned and floated away, and didn't know what was waiting for him.

And, not only Jiang Shili and Chu Fan, but all the dreamers will face a "painful memory" that will make them grit their teeth for countless years.

This year is called the "nightmare year" by many dreamers who have experienced it.

Whoosh~

Yan Changsha stood on the top of the mountain, facing the strong wind, his clothes fluttering.

He looked far away and seemed to see the Wangquan Mountain, which was more than two thousand feet high and stood in the cold wind.

There was a breath that made people terrified.

He knew who it was.

That was the most amazing person among the Wangquan Taoists of all generations since the founding of the Wangquan Dao two thousand years ago. He was like a golden sun in this era.

People called him the only two Li Bai in poetry, painting, sword and wine.

He was also the strongest person in this world at this time.

He also had a mission, but it was not to challenge Li Bai. But since he came to this world, all he heard and heard was Li Bai. Everyone was talking about Li Bai, and everyone was imitating Li Bai.

Wouldn't it be a pity if I didn't see Li Bai before leaving?

The sun and the moon moved on the mountain top, and the clouds rolled and unrolled. Yan Changsha stayed there for nine days, and his aura rose and fell nine times. Finally, on the tenth day, it burst out like a star exploding:

"Li Bai"

Boom!

The mountain shook, smoke and dust rolled up the yellow sand, and waves of mud dragons rose from the ground. The huge barren mountain collapsed at the moment of the sound wave explosion.

The mighty momentum flowed for ten miles in an instant, like a rainbow piercing the sun and a meteor falling to the ground, hitting the Wangquan Mountain, which stood in the cold wind and was two thousand and one hundred feet high.

Buzz~

The clouds and mist on the top of Wangquan Mountain were broken, and the cold wind was howling, like crying.

Yan Changsha felt the gazes of some surprised, some cold, or some unexpected, but he seemed unaware, his true energy was rolling, and his eyes were fixed behind Wangquan Mountain.

It was a vegetable garden, where all kinds of flowers, fruits and vegetables were planted. As his eyes fell, a young man in white clothes covered with mud and a dusty face came out.

The whistling wind and thunder shook Wangquan Mountain, but he seemed not to notice it, and his movements were neither slow nor slow.

He first fed the carrot he had just pulled out to a screaming donkey, and then wiped his palms with a little mud on the donkey.

He slowly raised his eyebrows until the top of Wangquan Mountain was shaking slightly under the turbulent momentum.

With this raise of eyebrows, the previous laziness had disappeared.

Instead, there was a sharp sword intent that seemed to poke a hole in the sky and cut the earth into pieces.

At this moment, the wind stopped blowing and the clouds stagnated.

It was as if the heaven and earth were holding their breath at this moment, fearing that this sword would startle this heavenly man.

Qi Kong, the genius of Chiyun Country, was defeated, and he was defeated at the top of Wangquan Mountain!

A piece of news spread all over the world and back to Chiyun Country.

Some people sighed, some sneered, some were sad, and of course some people thought it was noisy, but for more people, it was just a topic of conversation after dinner.

Few people really care about other people's joys and sorrows.

Even this news itself was overshadowed by a more shocking news.

That is, the founder of Wangquan Dao, the first in talent and unparalleled grandmaster in ten thousand years, appeared on that day, and it seemed to be a decree!

No one knows what kind of order the Wangquan ancestor, who has been famous for 3,300 years and worshipped by countless people, passed down.

All we know is that since that day, Wangquan Dao has been awakened like a sleeping dragon for a thousand years, showing a terrifying operating power that terrified the world.

Wangquan Dao has taken action in all the dojos in the seven countries of the world, from the capital to the villages and towns.

No one knows what they did, but no one would think they did nothing.

Wangquan calendar year 3231.

The sun-drenched peak of Wangquan Mountain is still freezing cold. It is cold at high altitudes, which is the true portrayal of Wangquan Mountain.

Wangquan Mountain itself is a huge secret for the people of the world.

Because since 3,300 years ago, Wangquan Mountain has been constantly absorbing the mountains and rivers to grow. It only grows one foot a year, which seems insignificant, but 3,300 years have passed, and now Wangquan Mountain is 3,400 feet high!

The cold wind is bone-chilling. Not to mention ordinary people, even warriors with internal strength have to circulate their internal strength all the time. Otherwise, even those who have succeeded in blood exchange and condensed their true qi are very likely to be frostbitten!

At this time, in the majestic hall of Wangquan Mountain.

A group of Taoists, some with white hair, some with youthful looks, some with ragged clothes, and some with brocade hats and mink furs, formed a big circle and looked at the sleeping boy on the floor with great curiosity:

"Is this the man who descended from the sky that the ancestor said? It doesn't seem to be anything special."

An old man muttered.

He is the 26th generation of Wangquan Taoist. He has lived for nearly 900 years now. His true energy is as strong as the sea. He muttered, but it was like thunder.

"Not necessarily. Have you forgotten the young man who cleaned the toilet for more than ten years? We stared at him for decades, but we didn't see how the boy disappeared. The ancestor calculated it 3,300 years in advance!"

A man who looked like a young man shook his head slightly: "How dare you talk about the ancestor?"

"Speaking of this, I miss the little guy named Tong Zhengyang. In terms of diligence, these little guys now can't compare to him."

Another person sighed.

"Huh? Is he waking up?"

An old Taoist was quick-witted and shot out a random stream of Qi, and the young man's trembling eyelids immediately stopped moving.

But he fainted again.

"We are grateful to our ancestors for leaving us the secret realm of the wheel. We can forget ourselves and the world in it and prolong our lifespan several times. Now, it is time for us to serve the ancestors."

A group of old guys kept chattering, and the contemporary Wangquan Taoist Yuan Tingguang slowly spoke.

He is the youngest and has the lowest qualifications, but as a contemporary Wangquan Taoist, he has the highest status. If he does not disobey the will of the ancestors, the previous Wangquan Taoist will be restricted by him.

The secret realm of the wheel he mentioned is a rare treasure. Anyone who is in it will have a very slow lifespan and prolong their lifespan.

As a price, the divine will must travel in the seemingly true dreams left by the ancestors.

When the crowd heard Yuan Tingguang's words, they nodded.

"What does the Taoist think we should do?" someone asked.

Huh~

Wangquan Taoist Yuan Tingguang waved his sleeves, and an invisible energy rolled over, wrapping the sleeping boy in it.

In a flash, he flew out of the open palace door, broke through the heavy cold wind, and disappeared on the top of Wangquan Mountain.

"Just do what you have to do."

Yuan Tingguang said.

"Great kindness!"

All the old men also nodded in agreement.

At this time, the veteran who knocked the boy unconscious suddenly remembered something: 'I seem to have forgotten to relieve his acupuncture points.'

He looked at everyone and thought it would be better if he didn't say anything, lest this group of people call him stupid.

It only takes a day or two, so it shouldn't be a big problem.

Ga~

Ga~

Ga~

Crows circled in the sky, and the sound of gurgling water in the deep stream matched them.

"Well"

Two tears flowed down from the corners of Chu Fan's eyes. Great sadness filled his heart, making him suffer and making him want to scream.

This feeling lasted until he opened his eyes.

Old trees, dead vines, circling crows, deep streams, flowing water, empty valleys

His consciousness gradually returned to his body. Chu Fan murmured to himself, suddenly remembering what happened before, and his heart suddenly twitched with pain:

"I seem to have had a very miserable and bloody dream, in which I was the protagonist and it tortured me to death."

It's getting late, everyone, go to bed early, and Gouzi continues to code. I have to write about dreams, which are related to many things in the later period. Of course, I won’t write a lot.