Sword Dao Alchemy

Lin Yun and his five companions appeared on an ancient road.

There was nothing on both sides of the ancient road.

There was no way back, and there was no end in front.

The ancient road stretched forward, and no one knew where it led to.

There were people running in front of them.

As they ran, there was no figure.

People kept falling in front and behind them, and they were all running away.

It was just unknown whether they had found the right direction or were just running around.

People would not say a word to them.

Lin Yun and his five companions were not in a hurry to run forward.

If they just ran around on this ancient road, they would never reach the end even if they ran to death...

"What kind of road is this?"

"Why is it so strange?"

Jiumo and Guqi scratched their heads and looked at Lin Yun.

Yun Yi and Jian Er did not speak, but they looked at him with the same doubts.

Lin Yun was not in a hurry to answer. He calmed down a little and felt the breath of the ancient road.

"This is an ancient dream-seeking road..."

"Ancient dream-seeking road?" Yun Yi was shocked and asked, "You mean... we are all in a dream?"

"You can say it is... you can also say it is not." Lin Yun smiled.

"What's the reason for this?" Jian Er asked.

"It is... because we are indeed in a dream." Lin Yun pondered.

"It is not... because this is not an ordinary dream..."

"It is a dream shared by many people..."

"If it is just ordinary, no two people will have the same dream."

"Indeed... we appear in the same dream and can communicate with each other, so it seems that this is a half-true and half-false dream." Jian Er nodded.

"Yes! What is false is the dream itself, and what is true is our feeling." Yun Yi smiled.

"So... if we find the right feeling... we can walk out of this dream." Jiumo and Guqi also suddenly realized.

"That's right... but... if we can't get out, I'm afraid we will be trapped on this road forever until we die." Lin Yun sighed.

"Is it so dangerous?" Guqi and Jiumo were shocked again.

"Of course... this kind of place... can give you opportunities, but it can also take your life." Lin Yun said.

"Then how do we find the real feeling?" Yun Yi asked.

"Just follow me..."

"The real feeling alone is not enough, we need someone..." Lin Yun said.

"A person? Who... where is he?" Jian Er asked in surprise.

"Zhuang Mengdie!"

"He... is right next to us..."

"Look, I'll dig him out..."

Lin Yun smiled faintly and recited a passage.

"Once upon a time, Zhuang Zhou dreamed of being a butterfly, a fluttering butterfly, thinking that he was happy! He didn't know that he was Zhou. Suddenly he woke up, and he was Zhou. I don't know if Zhuang Zhou dreamed of being a butterfly, or if the butterfly dreamed of being Zhou? There must be a difference between Zhuang Zhou and the butterfly. This is called materialization."

As Lin Yun finished speaking, not far in front of them, the space rippled and revealed five people.

It was Zhuang Mengdie, the master of the Saint Art Palace and his wife, and two old men with white hair and beards.

Zhuang Mengdie was also very happy to see Lin Yun.

"Lin Yun... I didn't expect that we would end up in the same place. It's fate."

Lin Yun looked at the overjoyed Zhuang Mengdie, but shook his head with some pity and said, "This is not fate... It's just your destiny..."

"Haha~~~ Of course it's my destiny!" Zhuang Mengdie didn't understand the meaning of Lin Yun's words and laughed.

"It's mine... It's mine after all..."

"Lin Yun... The treasure you took from the forbidden area of ​​my Saint Art Palace will eventually fall into my hands."

"This is my destiny!"

"Of course, it's also your sorrow... Who made you and I born in the same era?"

Zhuang Mengdie was very proud.

"How pitiful!" Lin Yun sighed faintly: "At this point, you still don't understand your situation..."

"My situation?"

"My situation is very good..."

"You see it!"

"The two palace masters are now top-notch Yuanxian!"

"What's more... there are two old ancestors in the palace, their strength is even higher than the palace masters, and they are not far from being half-gods."..

"This strength... is much stronger than the ones around you..."

"As for you... you are so weak now, you are not worthy of owning a sacred treasure."

Zhuang Mengdie laughed and put out his reliance one by one.

"Xiaozhuang! Don't talk nonsense with them..."

"Just kill people and take treasures..."

The old man with white hair and beard was impatient.

They sneaked down from the fairyland under the raging thunder.

In the fairyland, their hope of entering the divine realm was basically shattered.

So, they ventured to Honghuang City to find an opportunity in the legendary Lishan.

If it weren't for Zhuang Mengdie's special identity, they would never let Zhuang Mengdie talk so much nonsense.

Now, they finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Kill people and take treasures directly?"

"Who are you looking down on?"

Jian Er couldn't bear it anymore and jumped out directly.

His strength is not just what it seems on the surface.

He didn't take the two old guys seriously.

"Humph!"

The two old antiques of the Holy Art Palace snorted coldly and rushed towards Jian Er.

Jian Er sneered and thrust his sword forward.

It seemed a bit difficult to fight one against two.

However, Yun Yi soon joined in and turned the tide.

Seeing this, the couple of the Palace Master of the Holy Art Palace came over without saying much.

Jiumo and Guqi rushed forward, and for a while, they were also stuck together.

"Lin Yun... It seems that we still have to fight."

"But... You are so weak now..."

"I am afraid that I can easily kill you with just one finger..."

Zhuang Mengdie approached Lin Yun.

However, he did not seem to be in a hurry at all, just a mentality of wanting to kill Lin Yun.

Only by letting Lin Yun collapse bit by bit can he compensate for the humiliation he had suffered in his heart.

"You are too arrogant..."

"You think you are strong!"

"Others are weak?"

Lin Yun smiled sarcastically at Zhuang Mengdie.

Suddenly, the sword in his hand swung out.

Lin Yun's sword seemed to be swung without much strength.

Casual and weak.

But it was such a weak sword that instantly killed an old ancestor of the Holy Art Palace who was fighting with Jian Er.

Zhuang Mengdie was horrified.

His smile froze on his face, and there was only fear in his eyes. For a moment, he actually stayed where he was.

Then, he came to his senses again.

Because Lin Yun's killing continued.

Lin Yun's sword swung twice more.

The master and his wife of the Holy Art Palace were also killed instantly.

There was only one old ancestor left, and Lin Yun did not take action. It was only a matter of time to kill him with four against one.

He couldn't let Zhuang Mengdie escape.

Zhuang Mengdie, who had come to his senses, had a butterfly on his body again, and was about to take him away.

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