And in the incantation of "Talking about Dreams", whoever dares to take a step forward will die!
And what he said in his sleep, someone will die today.
That voice just now was clearly directed at the human race who brought her here!
This is the most intuitive spell. If the "dream talk" cannot be resolved quickly, he will be cursed to death!
After thinking about this, "Xi Yan" looked at the human race all over the mountains and plains again, and couldn't help but shake his head.
"Crying", "laughing" and "talking about dreams", each of these three words contains something.
Those weak ants are a good meal for many groups.
Just eat and gain weight, don’t let your feelings affect you!
So, she couldn't cry, laugh, scream, or dream.
Like animals in a cage, strong people don't care what they are thinking.
For a person whose life is precarious, the more he thinks about it, the more burden he will feel, and it may even affect the taste of his body!
Scatter them in this world, and if they are cultivated to a sufficient level, they can be used and slaughtered by any powerful creature at will...
That is the fate of the human race!
With a flash of thought, "Xi Jin" glanced at Zhan Wuji again. Compared with "crying" and "laughing", "talking about dreams" is more dangerous!
Although the human race has never been able to deal with "Crying" and "Laughing", this time, if they are not willing to die, they will definitely deal with "Shuo Meng" first!
Then, she saw the human race looking back at "Shuo Mengxie", then pretending to be nonchalant and continuing with his own business.
"Winner takes all, loser for Kou……"
"Even if you sit down, you will die."
"Ha ha ha ha ha……"
"It's over, it's over, it's all over!"
"嘤嘤嘤..."
"Tell me, how much human skin is left on him?"
As time passed, more murmurs, louder cries and laughter began to appear on the top of the mountain.
"Xi Yan" was stunned when she saw the scene of losing control.
Before she could react, she saw Zhan Wuji looking up at the sky, admiring the cold red moon.
The vast land is desolate.
The scarlet moonlight shines on the ground, making the desert hazy and desolate.
Cracks spread like spider webs.
Immortals, spells, supernatural powers, magic weapons, talismans... all kinds of different powers are intertwined and filled with the whole world.
Ten petite ancient immortals stood on the wasteland, motionless.
His dark skin faded away and his eyes were as bright as the sun. The snake python swimming rapidly in the pupils suddenly stagnated. On the ear, wrapped around a small jade-green snake. The colorful robes, jade belts, boots, and the black staffs of the ancient immortals instantly turned into blue stones and could no longer move!
The unique transcendent temperament of the word "immortal" still lingers, and the ten ancient immortals seem to have never appeared before. From beginning to end, they are just these ten stone statues!
The black robe moved with the wind, and the black hair danced like a spiritual snake.
"Mo Lilan" rolled up his sleeves, which were dripping with blood.
His pale face became extremely pale.
"Puff puff--"
"Mo Lilan" coughed violently, and a large mouthful of black blood spurted out from her mouth.
After a long time, she finally came to her senses, and her clear eyes seemed to reflect a woman with luxurious clothes and a quiet temperament.
Ji Ling sent his clone in front of her, but her clone was already seriously injured!
Otherwise, with the terrifying combat power of the clone, there would be no need for such a long time.
How could he be beaten like this?
Just as he was thinking about it, the wounds on "Mo Lilan's" body were healing at an extremely fast speed from the inside out.
Before he fully recovered, he stood up immediately, closed his eyes, carefully sensed his body, and then left quickly.
The night was dark and the wind was howling.
In the sky, a bloody crescent moon, with scarlet moonlight, fell on the earth.
Crystal clear olives, with countless golden threads, hang from the tree.
Ten ancient statues of immortals stood there quietly, letting the power of Emperor's Liquid slap on their shoulders without making any sound.
Xun Mu restrained his terrifying thoughts and stopped attacking Zhan Wuji's clone.
The night was dark and the wilderness was silent.
There was only a piece of blood rolling in the void, as if it was about to submerge the entire world.
In the sky.
Nine palaces float quietly in the sky, surrounded by colorful ribbons.
In a side hall.
Even members of the Longbo tribe can freely enter and exit this magnificent hall.
At this time, the hall was empty, with nothing but a white curtain hanging in the center.
Two snow-white lanterns behind him cast a slender figure on the curtain.
This figure looked like a human figure, but it had a complicated crown.
Although we haven't seen his true form, he gives people a flawless feeling.
This is the ultimate beauty and the ultimate nobility.
It was as if the whole world was trying hard to surrender at his feet, to be at his mercy, to be at his mercy.
It's not how strong this figure is, not his perfection, not his dominance, but everything about him is so natural!
Just like the arrival of spring and the falling leaves of autumn, there is no reason!
Da da da……
A slight sound of footsteps came from outside.
Not long after, an immortal with disheveled hair, wearing a navy blue robe and a pearl on his waist, hurriedly walked in.
As the immortal walked around, there were several furry tails under his robe, which looked like lions or tigers. His eyes were very bright, but they had no whites.
He walked to the curtain, knelt down on one knee, and said respectfully: "Exalted Immortal, all invitations have been sent out."
"This grand event was prepared half a day ago."
"We have prepared all the sacrifices."
"Appreciate further details!"
The person behind the gauze curtain did not answer.
However, the figure on the light screen said in a gentle and perfect voice: "Everything is in order and everyone performs their duties."
"This gathering is not for celebration."
"No need to bother."
"It's good that all the immortals are here!"
The god in dark green robes said quickly: "Yes!"
He quickly added: "This is a grand event, thousands of immortals gather together!"
"What's wrong?"
The immortal in dark green robe lowered his head, "Sir, I have something to tell you."
"Just now, a mortal violated the law of heaven and stole the throne of Xunshu Immortal."
"Xiaoxian once sent ten immortals to capture him, but they all failed."
"Now in the outside world, time and space are confused, and that ordinary person has disappeared..."
"We'll talk about this later."
