"Resentments and resentments will come together, parting will be painful, and you will not be able to ask for anything..."
Lan Lingtong rolled around in the clouds and mist, 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 lower civilization can resist Russell.
It knows too much about the terror of the Nightmare Hydra clan.
The horror of nightmares is that they are not just dreams, they can become reality!
"well......"
The three-hearted blue soul boy sighed and slowly closed his eyes.
It had no choice. The seemingly peaceful Mr. Monster had too strong a will, and no one could dissuade him from what he decided.
I just hope that even if this low-level civilization is destroyed, he can still run away, otherwise he will be doomed...
Phew~
As he closed his eyes, wisps of light that were invisible to the naked eye and even imperceptible to the mind disappeared into nothingness.
Some people say that dreams are the release of the subconscious mind, some say that dreams are illusions in sleep, some say that dreams are a window through which the conscious mind can see the unconscious, and some say that dreams are a preview of a crisis in the human mind.
But no matter which way you say it, dreams are not the real world.
It's just because An Qisheng, who sketched this dream, has too high a mind and deep understanding, far surpassing all the people he pulls into the dream.
The result of the comprehensive cognitive crushing was that An Qisheng told everyone clearly that this was 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 about reality and illusion?
The only exception is the three-hearted blue soul boy 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 can control dreams.
This is simple for it.
Because no matter how logical a dream is, the logic can be ignored by those who control it.
Just like in a dream, you will subconsciously think that a woman whose face you can't even see clearly is your true love, and there will be no doubt about it.
Bizarre, originally refers to dreams.
"Ah sneeze~"
Chu Fan sneezed.
Jiang Shili reacted quickly, dodged, covered his nose and frowned: "You should know the purpose of my coming, right?"
"cooperate."
Chu Fan shuddered and felt a little uncomfortable. Seeing Jiang Shili's strong reaction, he didn't care and asked: "I don't have any objection at all, but how to cooperate?"
"Just helping 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 have to help you complete it. Likewise, you must also help us complete the task."
Chu Fan's eyes flashed: "Us?"
"Of course you're not the only one I'm contacting."
Jiang Shili flicked his hand, and three medicine bottles of different colors had fallen on the table: "I came in a hurry this time and didn't bring any pills with me. The quality of these three bottles of pills is not good, but they can give you a few more months." The inner strength..."
As she said this, she seemed to have been reminded of something. She turned her ears slightly, then climbed out of the window and disappeared without any movement.
"This woman has already succeeded in blood transfusion..."
Chu Fan was a little envious, but only a little.
Everyone's tasks are different, and Jiang Shili's tasks are no less difficult than his, or even much more difficult.
Xilulu~
At this moment, a high-pitched horse neighing sound suddenly sounded from the long street.
"not good!"
Chu Fan was shocked.
He was all too familiar with this horse's neighing sound. This was him, no, it was his master Fan Zimin's horse.
Stealing a horse?
Chu Fan suddenly stood up and jumped out of the window. In mid-air, he reached forward with his palms and put them on the eaves. He followed the sound and saw a masked female thief galloping on horseback on the long street.
"Dog thief!"
Chu Fan gritted his teeth, jumped down from the fourth floor, blew a loud trumpet, and summoned another dragon horse.
He got on his horse and ran after him.
Of course, Chu Fan at this time had no idea what kind of sadomasochism would happen if he chased her.
Jiang Shili, who frowned at this scene and then drifted away, didn't know what was waiting for him.
However, not only Jiang Shili and Chu Fan, but all dreamers will face a 'painful memory' that will make them gnash their teeth for countless years.
This year has been called the 'Nightmare Year' by many dreamers who have experienced it.
.......
Huhu~
Yan Changsha stands on the top of a high mountain, facing the strong wind, his clothes moving like a hunter.
Looking far ahead, he seemed to be able to see the Wangquan Mountain, which was more than two thousand feet high and stood in the cold wind.
There, there was an aura that made people feel frightened.
He knew who it was.
He was the most amazing and talented person among all the Wang Quan Taoists in the past 2,000 years since the founder of the Wang Quan Taoist sect. He was as powerful as the golden sun in this era.
Known as the poet, painter, color, sword and wine, there is only one Li Taibai in the history.
He is also the strongest person in this world at this time.
He also has a mission, but it is not to challenge Li Taibai. But since coming to this world, everything he hears and hears is Li Taibai. Everyone is talking about Taibai and everyone is imitating Taibai.
Before leaving, wouldn't it be a pity not to see Li Taibai?
The sun and the moon were passing by on the top of the mountain, and the clouds were rolling and relaxing. Yan Changsha stood 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 Taibai..."
Boom!
The mountains shook and the ground shook, smoke and dust rolled into the yellow sand, waves of mud dragons rose from the ground, and a huge barren mountain collapsed at the moment when the sound wave exploded.
The majestic momentum flowed down ten miles in an instant, like a rainbow piercing the sun and a meteor falling to the ground, hitting the two-thousand-one-hundred-foot-high Wangquan Mountain that stood in the cold wind.
Buzz~
The clouds and mist on the top of King Quan Mountain are broken, and the cold wind howls like weeping.
Yan Changsha felt a series of looks that were either surprised, cold, or unexpected, but he seemed to be unaware, his true energy was rolling around his body, and his eyes were fixed on the back of Wangquan Mountain.
It was a vegetable garden, with all kinds of flowers, fruits and vegetables growing in it. As his eyes dropped, a young man with a gray face and white clothes stained with mud came out.
The howling wind and thunder shook Wangquan Mountain, but he seemed not to notice it, and his movements were neither slow nor slow.
First, he fed the carrot he had just pulled out from his hand to a braying donkey, and then wiped his palms stained with some soil on the donkey's body.
It wasn't until the top of King Quan Mountain shook slightly under the surging momentum that he slowly raised his eyebrows.
This time he raised his eyebrows, the previous laziness had disappeared.
Instead, there was a fierce sword intent that was about to poke a hole in the sky and cut the earth into pieces.
At this moment, the wind stopped blowing and the clouds stopped flowing.
It's like the heaven and earth are at this moment, holding their breath, lest they be frightened by the sword of heaven and man.
.......
Qi Kong, the unparalleled genius of the Red Cloud Kingdom, was defeated, defeated on the top of King Quan Mountain!
A piece of news spread throughout the world and back to the Red Cloud Kingdom.
Some people sighed, some sneered and ridiculed, and some felt sad. Of course, some people found it noisy, but for most people, it was nothing more than an after-dinner conversation.
Most people really don't care about other people's likes and dislikes.
Even the news itself was overshadowed by an even more shocking news.
That was the founder of the Wang Quan Dao sect, the most talented and unparalleled grand master in ten thousand years. He appeared as a saint on that day, and it seemed that he had passed down the decree!
No one knows what kind of order the royal patriarch, whose name has been passed down for three thousand three hundred years and who has been respected and worshiped by countless people, passed down.
All we know is that since that day, Wang Quan Dao has revived like a divine dragon that has been sleeping for thousands of years, showing the terrifying power of operation that scares people all over the world.
King Quan Dao has taken action in all the dojos in the seven kingdoms of the world, from the royal capital to the villages and towns.
No one knows what they did, but no one thinks they did nothing.
King Quan calendar year 3231.
The sun-drenched top of Kingquan Mountain is still biting by the cold wind, and it is extremely cold at high places. This is a true portrayal of Kingquan Mountain.
Wangquan Mountain itself is a huge secret to the people of the world.
Because since 3,300 years ago, Wangquan Mountain has been growing continuously by absorbing the mountains and rivers. It only grows one foot a year, which seems to be insignificant. However, 3,300 years later, the current Wangquan Mountain is already as high as 3,400 feet. Husband!
The cold wind above it is bone-chilling. Not to mention ordinary people, even warriors with internal energy must circulate their internal energy all the time. Otherwise, even if the blood exchange is successful and the true energy is condensed, those who have condensed it will most likely be frostbitten!
At this time, in the majestic hall of Wangquan Mountain.
A group of white-haired Taoists, some with ageless looks, some in ragged clothes, or some with brocade hats and mink fur, formed a large circle and were looking at the sleeping young man on the floor with great curiosity:
"Is this the person who descended from heaven as the ancestor said? It doesn't seem to be anything special..."
An old man muttered.
He is the twenty-sixth generation of King Quan Taoist. He has lived for nearly nine hundred years now. His true energy is as powerful as the sea. He can be said to be muttering, but it is like thunder exploding.
"Not necessarily. Have you forgotten the young man who has been cleaning latrines for more than ten years? We have been staring at him for decades, but we haven't seen how the boy disappeared. The founder was three thousand three hundred years in advance. The year is here!"
Someone who looked like a young man shook his head slightly: "How dare you talk about the founder?"
"Speaking of this, I do miss that little guy named Tong Zhengyang. In terms of diligence, none of these little guys can compare to him now."
Someone else sighed.
"Huh? Is he waking up soon?"
An old Taoist with sharp eyes and quick hands suddenly popped out a burst of Qi, causing the young man's trembling eyelids to immediately stop moving.
But he fainted again.
"Thanks to the great love of our ancestors, we left behind the secret realm of the wheel. When we wandered in it, we forgot about things and ourselves, and our life span was extended several times. Now, it is time for us to serve the ancestors..."
A group of old guys chattered endlessly, and the contemporary royal Taoist Yuan Tingguang slowly spoke.
He is the youngest and has the lowest qualifications, but as a contemporary King Quan Taoist, he has the highest status. Unless he disobeys the order of the ancestor, all previous King Quan Taoists will be restricted by him.
The secret realm of the wheel he mentioned is actually a rare treasure. Anyone who is in it can experience the passage of life very slowly and extend their lifespan.
As a price, the will of God must wander through the specious dreams left by the ancestor.
When everyone heard Yuan Tingguang's words, they couldn't help but nod.
"What do you think the master should do?" someone asked.
Phew~
Wang Quan Taoist Yuan Tingguang waved his sleeves and robe, and an invisible energy swept over him, wrapping the sleeping young man in it.
Suddenly, he burst through the air from the opened palace door, broke through the heavy cold wind in an instant, and disappeared on the top of King Quan 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 young man 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, causing him pain 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. As Chu Fan murmured to himself, he suddenly remembered 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..."
