Shennong Daojun

"Clang~" Before Shanmao could see clearly what was going on in the almanac, there was another sound behind him.

I saw the statue of Uncle Donghu suddenly shaking and his eyes suddenly opened.

In the lynx's yellow-green pupils, a shadowy figure came out of the statue.

"Meow~" The lynx was raised by the mountain gods and was born with supernatural powers. It could see Uncle Donghu's shadow and felt a little familiar.

Uncle Donghu glanced at Zhao Xing who was sleeping soundly, then at the mountain cat, and then walked through the door with the Yanyue knife.

"Meow?" The bobcat walked to the door and looked out through the crack in the door. It wanted to look for that dangerous feeling.

But remembering Zhao Xing's instructions, he jumped back on the table and silently guarded Zhao Xing.

Zhao Xing was not sleepy at first, but he suddenly fell asleep and fell into a dream while lying on his stomach.

In the dream, the sun was shining brightly, warm as spring, and golden light shone in the distance.

Zhao Xing suddenly saw a paradise: there were flying cranes, auspicious clouds filling the sky, and fairies with dancing sleeves and colorful ribbons looming among the clouds.

He himself lived in a dilapidated courtyard, with no clothes to cover his body and no food to eat. When he looked down, he was still unkempt and his face was full of wrinkles, as if he was old and about to reach the end of his life.

"Alas, I am so sick and frail that my end is approaching. I am so pitiful and pitiful." The old Taoist kept shaking his head.

"Who, who's talking?" Zhao Xing looked up.

At this time, an old man wearing a purple Taoist robe, holding a floating dust in his hand, and a kind face came, stepping on the auspicious clouds, and landed in front of Zhao Xing's courtyard.

"I am the True God of Xuantian. You are terminally ill and your end is approaching. You will not die soon."

"God, please help me." Zhao Xing seemed to be shocked and bowed his head.

The old Taoist showed a smile: "I understand the sufferings in the world, and if I meet you, I am destined to save you."

Then Lao Dao waved his hand, and a golden light fell on Zhao Xing. His body became visibly younger.

The wrinkles disappeared, the hair turned from white to black, the legs and feet became sharper, and the whole body was full of strength.

"Thank you to the gods, thank you to the gods!" Zhao Xing seemed to be shocked and kept shouting.

"Unfortunately, this god can only solve your temporary troubles, allowing you to stay away from illness and regain your youth. You are still an ordinary person, and in a few years, you will still not be able to escape death."

"God, I don't want to die, I don't want to die." Zhao Xing shouted quickly, "Since the God takes pity on me, please give me another golden light like that just now."

"If you want to completely get rid of this fate, you need to practice the immortal method and get the infusion of magic power..."

"Please God, please give me one more time."

"Only by entering the Immortal Sect and embarking on the Immortal Path can..."

"Please God, please give me one more time."

"Long life and long-term vision, no disease or disaster, otherwise..."

"Please God, please give me one more time."

"..." The old man in purple robe was a little angry, what happened to this mortal? Why do you keep shouting that you want to come here, thinking that your soul power is free?

But Zhao Xing didn't care, he just kept repeating this sentence, as if he was possessed.

Seeing this, the purple-robed old Taoist had no choice but to shoot another golden light onto Zhao Xing.

Zhao Xing was overjoyed: "Thank you, God. You are such a good God. I feel much better now."

The purple-robed old Taoist continued: "If you worship under my Xuantian Zhengshen Gate, you will be freed from the worldly suffering. Are you willing to worship me?"

Zhao Xing said blankly: "Will you do it for me again? God, I am suffering..."

"You bastard, are you done yet!" The old purple-robed Taoist said angrily, "You are so greedy, how can you seek the great road?"

Zhao Xing seemed frightened and said nothing.

The purple-robed old Taoist's expression softened slightly: "Everyone has a greedy heart. I hope that you are destined to be a god. Please leave the courtyard and let me see your bones, and then I will do you good deeds."

Zhao Xing said: "My legs and feet are not strong enough. God, you can cast spells outside the courtyard gate."

The purple-robed old Taoist suppressed the anger in his heart, but still had a kind face: "In that case, then please invite me in."

"God, please..."

The old man in purple robe was about to lift his feet.

But I heard Zhao Xing change the subject: "Please let the gods stand outside the door and use the golden light just now. The humble house is too dirty, and I'm afraid it will stain the gods."

"..."

At this time, the old man in purple robe finally reacted. The smile on his face disappeared, the golden light around him no longer turned into a red light, and he stared at Zhao Xing with cold eyes.

"It's interesting that you, a little mortal, are not affected by my spells. This dream..."

"Hmph!" Zhao Xing snorted, no longer pretending, and the shabby clothes on his body suddenly emitted a mysterious golden light.

"Buzz~" The dream shattered, cracking like glass, shattering together with the purple-robed Taoist.

"Hoo~" The ever-burning light came on again.

Zhao Xing woke up.

"Meow?" The lynx jumped onto Zhao Xing's shoulder and rubbed its head.

"I'm fine, don't worry about me." Zhao Xing touched the lynx's little head.

He looked back at the statue of Uncle Donghu, and then looked outside Yuanmen, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Unexpectedly, people from the Xuantian Sect would actually take action.

"The ghost enters the dream first to determine the position. At this time, all the officials on the list should be bewitched."

"I just don't know how many people were deceived and went to open this door, or said please come in." Zhao Xing thought in his mind.

When the Xuantian Sect takes action, the evil god always takes the lead.

That is to say, the [Haunted Soul in Dreams] move is to bewitch first.

But the house where Zhao Xing is located is protected, that is, the rules set by Taizu when he established the Taoism: no one is allowed to enter unless they are the owner of the land.

The ghost cannot come in and can only linger outside the door. If this evil god wants to influence Zhao Xing with his soul method, he can only use 'good methods'.

Because only good deeds can enter the house and affect Zhao Xing in the house.

The moment he falls into a dream, the sixth-level soul armor instantly wakes Zhao Xing up and gives him absolute dream autonomy.

Therefore, he was not tempted at all. Zhao Xing took the initiative to cooperate with all the transformations in the dream, such as old age and illness.

"What this Yin God does is to provide me with the purest soul power. If it is bewitched and opens the door, or says please come in, it can take it back."

"However, it fired two soul powers, and all of them were absorbed by me. It is tantamount to being truly robbed by me. I'm afraid it will become angry from shame." Zhao Xing secretly said.

He glanced at the panel log.

[You have plundered the ‘soul power’ of the seventh-grade Yin God ‘Venerable Blood Spirit’, and your life soul has been raised to the early stage of ninth-grade. 】

[You have robbed the ‘soul power’ of the seventh-grade Yin God ‘Venerable Blood Spirit’, and your life soul has been raised to the mid-ninth grade. 】

[Soul of Life: Mid-9th Grade]

Seeing the new attributes on the panel, Zhao Xing couldn't help but smile: "The wool harvesting was successful!"

Generally speaking, the level of life soul is lagging behind.

Because there is no special method of cultivating the soul, the only way to grow the seven souls is through gathering energy and cultivating spells.

The seven souls feed back the life soul, and the life soul's level will slowly increase.

The Qiyun Dynasty did not cultivate one's destiny, so all such professions and spells were chopped down by Taizu.

Of course, Zhao Xing's life soul is only in the middle stage of the ninth grade, and it cannot be said to be 'cultivating life'. It is just that the soul power is stronger, and it has higher resistance to soul spells such as [Yin Wind]. At the same time, it will also cause the effects of what he has cultivated to The power of Life Soul's spells or secret techniques is increased.

For example, the sleepy spell and the dream preservation spell are more powerful than before.

"Thank you, Old Blood Spirit, for sending me the soul power. That's very kind of you."

Even if Zhao Xing does not rely on the soul armor, he is still certain to use the dream preservation method to pluck wool from the Yin God during the [Yin Soul Enters Dream] stage. With the sixth-level soul armor, it would be even more convenient.

It should be understood that the Nightmare Sect is the master of soul cultivation, and the Xuantian Sect is still far behind the Nightmare Sect in terms of soul cultivation and playing with dreams.

"The Xuantian Sect uses ghosts to enter dreams and determine the location. The next step is for people to take action." Zhao Xing looked out the door, "I hope Lao Chen can be more forceful."

"I am the True God of Xuantian. Chen Jijie, you killed your parents, was driven out of your home by your relatives, and was reduced to fighting with beggars for food. This is all because the Life Palace has signs of decay. If the Life Palace is ruined, the Life Soul will age prematurely. And you If you have bad luck in your destiny, you will definitely have bad luck when you get older. "

"If you can worship me, I can help you change your destiny. Why don't you kneel down and worship God!"

In a ruined temple, Chen Shijie stood in front of the statue, holding a broken bowl in his hand, with half a piece of bloody steamed bun in it.

He was only the size of a seven or eight-year-old child at this time, but his face looked like he was thirty or forty years old, which was extremely strange.

This is because Yin Shen cannot completely restore the dream state that Chen Shijie was afraid of.

Compared with Zhao Xing, Chen Shijie's dream was more real, and the autonomy was not in his hands, but the Yin Shen took the initiative.

Because he does not have soul armor to protect his body, and unlike Zhao Xing, he has practiced "Dream of the Spring and Autumn".

"Worship God?!" Chen Shijie struggled in his eyes and murmured to himself: "I joined the army at the age of thirteen. Due to my poor bones, I often had to train until late at night before resting. Even so, I would still be beaten the next day. The team leader punished me for being too slow."

"I was teased and bullied by my colleagues. Every night I prayed that my qualifications would be even better, just a little bit. But I didn't enter the first level of Juyuan until I was fifteen years old. Have the gods heard my prayers?"

"I followed the commander into the Wilderness Mountains, but accidentally fell into a barbarian trap and was dying. Finally, the Marquis found me. Have the gods ever heard my cry?"

"You..." Lord Blood Spirit was stunned for a moment. He felt that the dream was shaken by Chen Shijie's will.

"I Ju Yuan when I was fifteen years old, I trained hard day and night. Every time I went on an expedition, I would risk my life and fight desperately. I didn't reach the fourth level of Ju Yuan until I was twenty years old. I don't know how much blood I shed and how many injuries I suffered. Finally, I In exchange for enough military merit, my cultivation qualifications can be changed."

"Then after three years of hard work, I finally got the position of Military Agricultural Officer... It was all my own hard work."

Chen Shijie took a step forward every time he said a word.

With every step he took, he grew three points taller.

The purple-robed Taoist said nothing and looked at Chen Shijie quietly.

The latter walked up to him step by step. At this time, Chen Shijie had completely returned to his normal form.

He looked at the purple-robed Taoist and smiled: "You should know that Jun Si Nong can also ask gods to cast spells. Do you know how many times I have asked gods in the ten years I have been a Jun Si Nong?"

Lord Blood Spirit asked calmly: "How many times?"

Chen Shijie looked at the bloody steamed buns in the bowl and smiled calmly: "I followed Lord Marquis into the wilderness for ten years, and four times I had a narrow escape from death."

"Even so, I have never invited an immortal from this dynasty!"

Chen Shijie looked at Lord Blood Spirit with cold eyes, slowly crushed the buns and bowl in his hand, and blew the dust towards Lord Blood Spirit: "Not to mention you?"

The dust filled the air and turned into a dark wind, covering the Blood Spirit Venerable.

The latter shook his head. Before his body was broken, he said with regret: "Chen Shijie, you have such a mind, you really should join our Xuantian Sect. It doesn't matter, after taking you away, I will personally accept you as my disciple." , I will never treat you as a throwaway child..."

"Hmph, you evil demon, dare to speak nonsense!" Chen Shijie snorted coldly, and the phantom was completely shattered. He stood on the hillside, and the phantom reflected in his eyes disappeared, and he regained clarity.

The wind blew the night of Anping Town.

It was already midnight, and most of the residents had gone to bed.

However, in several houses not far from the ruins, rockery or underground secret rooms suddenly opened.

"Swoosh, swoosh~"

Figures appeared one after another, like agile cats, jumping out of the house and heading towards the ruins.

Their dress was consistent with the dress of the "demon" in the military assessment.

Even if there were clerks and officials who had not returned yet, seeing this scene, they only thought it was an arrangement by the government.

They quickly rushed into the ruins, and the officials wandering around the periphery seemed not to see them, as if this group of people were air, allowing them to enter.

In fact, they did not see the existence of these people. Because of the [ghosts in dreams], everyone was affected to varying degrees.

Led by several leaders, the group was divided into small teams and headed towards their destination.

Chen Deshun and Wu Mei were tasked with abducting Zhao Xing and Li Chengfeng.

Of the two hall masters, Chen Deshun was responsible for Li Chengfeng, while Wu Mei was responsible for capturing Zhao Xing.

Falcon led seven people with strong blood and went straight to Chen Shijie's position.

Wu Mei moved forward quickly. She knew that the time for action was limited. The Blood Spirit Venerable only gave them three quarters of an hour.

If the mission was not completed by the third quarter of the hour of Hai, they had to retreat.

After that, the chance of being discovered would increase with each quarter of an hour.

If it exceeded three quarters of an hour, they would surely die.

"Years of lurking, just for these three quarters of an hour!"

"As long as we capture someone, we will retreat immediately. The Venerable will cover me, and the late eighth-grade who is about to die will cover me."

"Zhao Xing, Zhao Xing... honey, wait for your mother to love you~"

Wu Mei licked her lips, and a hint of enchanting red flashed in her eyes.

In the fenced courtyard, Zhao Xing looked at the wooden statue of Donghu Bo with his bright eyes and found that there was nothing magical about it, which meant that Donghu Bo had gone out.

"But the stage of the ghost entering the dream has passed, and it doesn't matter whether Donghu Bo is guarding or not." Zhao Xing is very clear about the process, and Xuantian Sect will never launch it a second time.

It's not that they can't, but they don't dare.

If they launch it a second time, they will have no spare energy to run away. This is a plundering mission, not a suicide attack mission.

"Why can't I hear any movement?" Zhao Xing pinched the pendant beside his ear. This is a treasure obtained from the Great Dream Academy, the wind crystal earring.

It allows Zhao Xing to use the breeze in the space to detect sounds from farther away.

Zhao Xing didn't practice hearing magic, but with the help of the wind crystal earrings, he could hear sounds from far away.

Now there was no movement at all, and he wondered if Lao Chen had already done it.

But he sensed the ground veins and found that the Fire Prison Underground Palace had not disappeared.

"Did the Xuantian Sect retreat? Impossible, this group of lunatics like to go all in. Once they start, they will never retreat unless they exceed the specified time. And some of them will not retreat at all. They must be sent to the Great Zhou to be hunted down and cause damage before they die to attract attention."

"It's so quiet, I don't know how Master Zong is doing. He should stay at the entrance as I said." Thinking in his heart.

Zhao Xing looked around and suddenly saw a familiar figure.

What he thought came true, it turned out to be Zong Shichang!

He was covered in blood, even on his face, and he couldn't tell whether it was his own or someone else's. He looked very terrified.

"Zhao Xing, Zhao Xing, please let me in quickly, someone is chasing me!" Zong Shichang shouted.

Zhao Xing used his eyes and five elements to look around, but found nothing unusual.

He closed his eyes, then opened them again.

Although his eyes and five elements didn't show anything, his earth soul was touched, especially his life soul was really upgraded, and his dream preservation method was stronger.

With one eye open and one closed, he completed the dream, the intersection of life soul and earth soul.

"You are Zong Shichang, you are fooling fools." Zhao Xing sneered in his heart.

Even if there was no life soul induction, he would find it strange.

He just thought of Zong Shichang, and Zong Shichang appeared?

How could it be such a coincidence.

"Brother Zong, don't come to the door, it's sealed by me. In fact, I opened a door on the other side of the fence."

"Yes, yes, it's the fence three meters to the left, covered by vines, I'll open the door for you..."

Hearing Zhao Xing say this.

Wu Mei was immediately delighted. After lurking for so many years, she didn't expect that the Xuantian Phantom Technique had not regressed and was still so powerful that it could confuse this kid in an instant.

As soon as she came over, she felt that this room was protected, that is, [Ghosts Entering Dreams] did not trick this kid into opening the door.

If it succeeded, then as a carrier of the blood of the Venerable, she could also go in directly. Because she promised to let the Blood Spirit Venerable go in...she could also go in.

Unfortunately, there was no such thing, so she could only think of other ways, but she didn't expect that the trick would succeed!

"Okay, thank you." Wu Mei couldn't help herself, and immediately followed Zhao Xing's instructions and stood in front of the three-meter fence next to the courtyard gate, and then fumbled: "Zhao Xing, please let me in...eh?"

Wu Mei's face suddenly changed drastically. She felt a sudden bulge under her feet, and a violent force burst out from under her feet.

"Bang!"

The soil exploded violently, and Wu Mei couldn't help but fly backwards, hitting the broken walls in the distance, crushing countless stones and beams.

"Cough... cough..." Wu Mei covered her chest and crawled out of the ruins. She looked at her lower limbs, and her legs were already bleeding.

The right leg was even blown to the point of exposing the bones.

Wu Mei felt the pain in her heart, and her head was a little confused.

She couldn't help but ask three questions:

What was that just now? How did he see it? What happened?