The Great Tao Chronicle

Chapter 738 Speaking of Indigenous People, Who Are Indigenous People?

When the emperor dies, he collapses, when he will die, he dies, when the monk dies, he becomes silent.

But no matter how beautiful or different the name is, the meaning is the same.

The leader ascends to immortal?

Hearing this sentence, Chu Fan was stunned for a moment, then his pupils shrank, and he stood up suddenly, the robe moved without wind, and he was extremely surprised:

"What did you say?"

Chu Fan almost didn't believe his ears.

Everyone dies, and no one is spared.

However, Yuan Tingguang, a contemporary Taoist king, is prosperous and powerful, and he is only a hundred years old, not to mention that he is already a master of the ninth level of heaven and man.

Even if he still stays in the Divine Vessel, it is far from the end of his life.

"Headmaster, ascended to immortal..."

The boy's eyes were red and his voice was hoarse, obviously he had cried more than a few times.

"how come?"

Chu Fan was a little incredulous: "How can the headmaster suddenly ascend to the immortal?"

"This is news from the mountain gate..." The Daotong shook his head, sobbing.

"You stay in the Taoist temple, I want to go back to the mountain."

After a slight hesitation, Chu Fan decided to go back to the mountain.

Wang Quandao monitors all the countries, all countries, and the information of all cities is also gathered in Wangquan Mountain. Even if he is not the head, he must return to Wangquan Mountain.

After thinking about it, he had already left the house and let out a long howl, and there was a fire shadow in the backyard jumping into the sky, leading his neck to growl, like a dragon roar.

But it was a dragon foal that was as red as fire.

This dragon horse was replaced by Chu Fan's 30 years of guarding the mountain gate.

The bloodline is pure and spiritual, and its speed is comparable to that of heaven and man, and the great masters of Yin and Yang cannot catch up.

"go!"

Chu Fan turned over the door, and with the help of horsepower, he disappeared into the city in an instant, and disappeared above the wilderness of the official road.

Jiufujie has a vast territory far beyond Xuanxing, and the three-wheeled sun can only be fully illuminated.

It is difficult for humans to travel all over the world.

'Fengping City' is not far from Wangquan Mountain, but Chu Fan kept going all the way, catching the stars and chasing the moon, it took a full month, and it took three days in the real world to arrive at the Dafeng Dynasty.

"call!"

Seven hundred miles outside of Nanliang City, on the banks of the Yinxian River, one of the twelve great rivers that flow around the city, Chu Fan stopped his horse and spit out a mouthful of turbid air, blowing away the water mist that lingered in front of him.

Running all the way for more than a month is almost equivalent to running along the equator of Xuanxing for more than a lap. Rao is Chu Fan's martial arts has become a divine vein, and he is also a little tired.

More importantly, this dragon colt was also a little overwhelmed.

The dragon foal is good at galloping, but it also eats a lot of forage. How can he bring the fodder for the dragon foal in such a hurry. Therefore, as soon as Chu Fan stopped, the dragon foal also neighed and neighed.

Sweat was billowing all over his body, as if flying through the clouds, and the temperature was heating up all around.

"Fire Dragon Horse!"

"Wang Quan Dao's lord again? What happened to Wang Quan Shan? Are so many dao lords rushing back?"

"Could it be that the wheel-turning king didn't die and came back again? Probably not, Taibai Patriarch is not as soft-handed as Wang Quan Patriarch..."

......

On the banks of the 'Yinxian River', up and down the Dadu Bridge, many pedestrians and merchants were alarmed. They looked at Chu Fan with awe, envy, and surprise.

"Sorry~"

Almost in no particular order, another long hissing sound of a dragon foal sounded in the distance.

Immediately, a loud, bell-like voice resounded across the river:

"Chu Fan?!"

The long neighing dragon horse was pressed down by a wide palm, and a big man turned over and dismounted. Looking at Chu Fan, his face was not very good.

"Brother Feng."

Chu Fan also turned over and dismounted, but it was Feng Mingtao who came.

"unlucky."

Compared with Chu Fan who was smiling, Feng Mingtao's face was very bad, and it could even be said that he was a little unlucky.

There are many people he doesn't want to see in his life, but Chu Fan is the only person he doesn't want to see.

Recalling how many times I met him, I was involved in the Zombie King incident twice, and once died at the foot of Wangquan Mountain. If the dreamer had not had the power to die three times in the dream, he would have died cleanly.

This is simply outrageous.

"Brother Feng, what do you think about this?"

Chu Fan gave a wry smile, not caring about Feng Mingtao's bad attitude, and led the horse to wait for him to approach.

"Stand and watch!"

Feng Mingtao glanced at him, and said angrily: "This is weird, let's not get ahead. Thanks to you, I have died once."

There is no need to say how important the identity of the dreamer is. If he died three times and was deprived of the ability to dream, he would not be able to bear it.

Just like in reality, there are even people who have lost their status as dreamers who try to commit suicide and re-enter the dream.

Chu Fan was a little embarrassed, thinking that this has nothing to do with him.

"Let's go."

Feng Mingtao led the horse to the bridge, casually glanced at the pedestrians passing by, frowning slightly: "How come the fellows I saw along the way are all dreamers?"

He does not mean that.

Chu Fan recalled what he had seen along the way, and he said with a 'squeak' in his heart: "Brother Feng, what did you say?"

"Ok?"

Seeing such a big reaction from Chu Fan, Feng Mingtao was stunned for a moment, and then he came back to his senses and widened his eyes: "Could it be that you are too?"

The two looked at each other, and both saw the surprise and a trace of horror in each other's eyes.

Divine Vein masters have an excellent memory, and if they have seen them once, even if they don’t pay attention to them, they will definitely remember them in their hearts.

At this moment, the two recalled what they had seen along the way, and they realized that something was wrong!

Daoist Wangquan ascends to immortality, this is a top priority for all Daoist Wangquan people, even if a few are unable to escape, it should not be a 'indigenous disciple' who has never encountered it!

"This is really weird..."

The two muttered to themselves, and invariably slowed down their pace.

"Don't rush back to the mountain first, go to Nanliang City, and go to Yangxiaotang to inquire about news."

Feng Mingtao glanced at the top and bottom of the Dadu Bridge again, and Chu Fan said, "If something goes wrong, let's retreat immediately, this matter is unpleasant!"

Chu Fan nodded.

If there is a drastic change in the way of kingship, then if they act without authorization, they are just courting death.

The countries that have been floating for a long time are headed by Dafeng, and the cities in the world are crowned by Nanliang.

Outside the majestic Nanliang City, there was an endless stream of pedestrians coming and going. Chu Fan and the two changed their clothes and placed the dragon and horse, walking inconspicuously among the crowd.

After walking through several long streets, I came to the front of Yangxiao Hall.

Yang Xiaotang is undoubtedly the most famous restaurant in the world. There is no such thing, not even the 'Hanlong Inn', which has the footprints of many masters.

Almost every day is full, and today is no exception.

Chu Fan and the two were not in a hurry, they waited in the restaurant outside Yangxiaotang, looked at them, and listened to the many voices coming from Yangxiaotang.

The masters of the divine veins are not only smart and eyesight, they can perceive with concentration, and there is no sound within ten miles that can escape their capture.

To inquire about news, of course, it is not necessary to go to Yangxiaotang.

Although the scale of Yangxiaotang is large, the place is not large. It is still the same as it was three thousand years ago. After dozens of repairs, no one dares to change its appearance.

Unfortunately, no matter how the two listened, they never heard any useful information. It seems that the Wangquan Mountain, which is not far away, is peaceful and there is nothing unusual at all.

However, the more normal things are, the more unusual it becomes.

What kind of event is the king's right to ascend to immortality?

They all received communication from far away, but no one found the problem in Nanliang City, which was close at hand. How terrifying?

"It's getting weirder..."

The discord between the two became more and more serious.

"A few years ago, I heard that a group of dreamers wanted to overthrow the hegemony of Wang Quandao. Could it be that they did something wrong?"

Feng Mingtao remembered something, and then shook his head: "These people are not comparable to the dreamers cultivated by various countries. They are not qualified to stir the wind and rain, and they can't hurt the king's power..."

"Truman? He grabbed the King Power Sword before the King Power Road Mountain Gate..."

Chu Fan also guessed, but then shook his head.

If Truman had such strength, he would have dominated the world long ago, how could he be so embarrassed by Xue Zheng?

"In any case, Wang Quanshan can't go, we should leave early..."

Feng Mingtao said, but he was still a little hesitant.

He and Chu Fan have been on duty at the Wangquan Dao Mountain Gate for nearly 30 years.

If he really leaves, but he doesn't even go to worship, is it too ungrateful?

"Wait a minute?"

Chu Fan glanced at Feng Mingtao and asked him to wait for a while.

But he couldn't help but quit the dream and asked Su Jie's opinion.

"...Things, that should be the case."

After telling Su Jie everything he knew, Chu Fan's face was a little solemn: "I suspect that Wang Quanshan is very likely to have a problem!

But Wangquan Dao dominates the world, and there are not many masters. I really can't think of what problems will happen to Wangquan Mountain, and how can Wangquan Daoist ascend to immortality. "

After listening to Chu Fan's question, Su Jie pondered for a moment before saying, "Brother Chu, what do you think the dream of kingship is? What are those of kingship that you call 'indigenous disciples'?"

"what?"

Chu Fan was stunned. He seemed to have no worries about this issue at first, but never thought about it later.

"I have no idea."

Chu Fan honestly shook his head.

"Although most people in the world know it and don't know why, it's actually not good. Especially for a dreamer like you, Brother Chu, you want to gain power in it, so it is better to pursue the essence of this dream than to pursue it. Martial arts are much better~www.wuxiaspot.com~ This dream itself is the most incredible thing."

Under the rising sun, the crystal ball held by Su Jie in both hands exudes a soft light, reflecting the light of Su Jie's great consciousness:

"Brother Chu, have you ever thought that the 'players' in this dream game are not just you? In other words, will the 'indigenous' you think are also 'dreamers'?!"

"Ok?!!"

Chu Fan's body trembled, but he was startled by this thought, and was shocked and horrified: "You mean..."

"If, as I expected, they are also 'Dreamers'..."

Su Jie glanced down at the crystal ball, and his expression changed slightly: "What will happen to make them 'collectively offline'?"

Good night everyone...  

(End of this chapter)