Beyond the dream world.
Southern Xinjiang Divine Continent.
Ji Clan Butterfly Garden.
Butterfly Sword Martial Saint put his hands together and prayed to heaven and earth.
She has a pair of extremely beautiful eyebrows and a frown, and her pretty face is full of sadness.
After a moment, she raised her head and looked at the scene above the sky.
Inside the painting, there is a blue sky and white clouds, everything is peaceful and empty.
There, it was an extremely ordinary area in the Eastern Wilderness Continent.
But it was from here that Hua Menghuang and Shang Yaoqin entered the dream world.
Whoever wins will come out, bear thousands of expectations, become the destiny of the human race, and carry the cauldron against the Xuanguang Bridge, the destiny of the demon race.
At the same time, it also means that the other person will die and disappear from the world!
It's not that they don't want to observe the scenes inside the dream world, it's just that the scenes inside the dream world are simply not something they can observe.
"Menghuang..."
Butterfly Sword Martial Saint's eyes were filled with sadness and he was very uneasy.
I don't think she had ever been so sad when she overcame the tribulation and became a saint. At that time, she was thinking that it would be best if she succeeded or not.
But it’s different now!
Now, it’s really a battle between superiority and life and death!
As for Butterfly Sword Martial Saint, she really raised Hua Menghuang as her first child and gave her everything she could.
Butterfly Sword Martial Saint wished he could give everything he had to Hua Menghuang!
Otherwise, how could Hua Menghuang have access to the "Green Lotus Emperor Sutra" and other ancient emperor sutras so easily?
Just by virtue of being a dream seed? Dreaming.
Southern Xinjiang Divine Continent has more than just Hua Menghuang, a great dream seed!
In the stone pavilion, the fragrance of tea gradually disappeared, and the three teacups placed on the table gradually became cold.
Hong Yuan couldn't bear to see the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint look so sad.
Non-vegetation, ruthless Practice makes perfect.
Hong Yuan is not an emotionless guy, he just knows more about what he needs and what he doesn't need.
He never hesitates to express his emotions.
However, there are only a few people who can truly enter his heart.
Butterfly Sword Martial Saint is one of them.
Hong Yuan is willing to make some efforts for Butterfly Sword Martial Saint.
"I have already achieved [Dream Dao Master], so there is no need to continue this battle for destiny. They should be able to come back alive..."
With this thought in his mind, Hong Yuan hugged Butterfly Sword Martial Saint into his arms, let her lie on his chest, and gently patted her shoulder.
Hong Yuan comforted him: "You have done the best you can. The rest of the way is up to Menghuang himself..."
"Does Meng Huang have to walk the rest of the way by himself?" Butterfly Sword Martial Saint lowered his eyes secretly, with tears in his eyes.
She felt that she had not done enough, far from enough.
She was very afraid that Hua Menghuang would die and disappear from the world...
the other side.
Eastern Wilderness Continent.
White cranes fly leisurely in the sky, showing off their graceful figures.
The gentle breeze blows into the main peak of Fengxi, causing the Fengxi flowers to sway.
The sun was shining brightly, and the bright sunshine fell on everyone on the main peak of Fengxi.
Hong Yuan, Ye Zhuyin, Qiu Wuxi, Lin Bujing, Long Zhandu...
They walked out of the Fengxi Sect's main hall, all facing the bright sun and staring at the aqua-blue light curtain in the sky.
The expressions on their faces were either sadness, expectation, or apprehension.
Not all the same, all different.
But the same thing is that they are all nervous.
Everyone is expecting Shang Yaoqin to come out of the dream world!
When Hua Menghuang appears, the sect alliance will fall apart. Either they will seek refuge with Hua Menghuang, or their own orthodoxy will stay away from Donghuang.
With the emergence of Shang Yaoqin, the sect alliance will attract the attention of the world, Miaoyin Pavilion will become a holy place in the world, and the Fengxi Sect, Longyan Sect and Qinglu Taoist Temple will also rise.
And all the martial arts prodigies can rely on this general trend, as if they have obtained a great treasure, and directly attack the realm of saints. The possibility of success will be increased by at least 30%!
"Come on, Junior Sister Yaoqin~" Qiu Wuxi's hands under the red robe were tightly fisted.
She and Ye Zhuyin had ideological differences and had many arguments. But for the younger generation Shang Yaoqin, she took good care of her.
"Shang Yaoqin, don't let me down. I must, must become a slave saint..." Long Zhandu's temples turned white, his eyes were weathered, but he still did not change his original intention.
Along the way, he was the only one left in the Royal Eagle Peak lineage. Junior brother Xu Haisheng died, and junior sister Xiao Youjun also died. In order to become a saint, Long Zhandu paid too much, too much...
"It is very likely that those who survive will become the Saints of Dream Dao, and at the same time attain the realm of Dream Dao Dao Masters? Huh, so what!" In the sea of consciousness, Lin Bujing listened to Elder Dan's speculation, and he still held " Do not believe in fate, only believe in yourself."
If you are destined to be born, there is a saying of destiny. So back then, Lin Bujing would not have walked away from that small corner of Maple Leaf City, he would still be the fallen genius!
He also has no chance to confront Hong Yuan, the supreme genius of Fengxi Sect! !
Thinking of this, Lin Bujing wanted to glance to the left, but he still resisted this desire.
Because that would be enmity between Hong Yuan and Shang Yaoqin!
That's where Hong Yuan and Ye Zhuyin are.
"May Emperor Long Yang bless Yao Qin..."
"May Qinglian Tianzun bless Yaoqin..."
"..."
"Yao Qin returns safely. I will pay homage to you day and night."
In full view.
Ye Zhuyin knelt on the ground, kowtowed to the bluestone floor, and prayed to the nine great emperors of the human race. His black hair was scattered and blood flowed all over the floor.
In order to show her sincerity, she took the initiative to reverse her true energy and abolished her cultivation, which even damaged her excellent physique...
After all these events, she transformed into an old woman with loose skin, old age, and a stooped and short figure.
The woman who used to be as cold as a narcissus in the moon has completely stepped down...
In such a situation, no one in the field dared to look at it.
Because Hong Yuan was standing next to Ye Zhuyin.
Although Hong Yuan had only recovered to the first level of advanced warrior cultivation at this moment, the power of death was still there. No one knew what kind of methods Hong Yuan had, and no one dared to make a mistake in front of Hong Yuan.
Besides, Hong Yuan can really kill people!
"Crash..."
As time went by, the weather turned gloomy, dark clouds gathered, and heavy rain fell.
On the main peak of Fengxi, everyone has not left yet.
No one is holding an umbrella, and no one is moving his true energy.
They, like a flood, let the rain wet themselves.
The rain stuck, withered hair and blood mixed with water, Ye Zhuyin's vision was blurred, but she still tremblingly prayed to the emperors of the human race and prayed for Shang Yaoqin.
Hong Yuan stood beside her, his eyes lowered and his lips pursed tightly.
"I have already achieved [Dream Dao Master], so there is no need to continue this battle for destiny. They should be able to come back alive..."
He repeated it again in his mind, only this time, he hesitated.
Know yourself and the enemy, and you can fight a hundred battles without danger.
Hong Yuan knew the current leader of the human race, Dong Zhisheng, very well.
Therefore, a bad thought quickly spread in Hong Yuan's heart, forcing him to look directly at it.
"Dong——"
There was a heavy sound of falling to the ground, and Ye Zhuyin kowtowed and fell into a deep sleep.
After all, she couldn't hold on anymore and fell to the ground.
Now, having abandoned her cultivation and foundation, she is really just a mortal old woman.
"You've done a good enough job, just go to sleep..."
Before falling into coma, Ye Zhuyin heard Hong Yuan say this.
Hong Yuan held Ye Zhuyin in his arms.
He lifted the dry hair from Ye Zhuyin's withered face to his ears and beard, and said no more.
If possible, in fact, Hong Yuan hoped that both women would survive, because neither woman could pose a threat to him anymore.
However, how can everything in this world go as everyone wishes?
There was lightning and thunder in the sky, the wind howled incessantly, and the heavy rain fell, completely drenching the two of them.
But an air of love and compassion for all living beings emerged from Hong Yuan.
He really seems to be a human sage who came from ancient times...
…
…
The second step to becoming a saint and ascending to immortality is to receive Qi!
The balance formed by the three qi converges in the broken void, bringing a steady stream of inspiration to those who overcome the tribulation.
This is an extremely precious state of enlightenment, which is called "the question of heaven and earth!"
Seizing a great opportunity like "Heaven and Earth Question" can make you undergo an astonishing transformation, and your strength can change from heaven to earth.
Because at this time, the entire ocean of knowledge in the world is open to you, and you can even ask heaven and earth about the emperors' imperial scriptures and the secrets of immortality!
Of course, this step is a great test of mental concentration.
Because the more energy of heaven and earth is absorbed in this step, the deeper the foundation of the blessed land will be, and the more difficult it will be to proceed with the third step of becoming a saint and ascending to immortality - exploding the orifice.
In the end, he could only die on the spot.
This kind of opportunity is extremely precious, not only related to your own chance, but also related to sanctification.
Ordinary people naturally regard this as a rare treasure and race against time to understand it.
but……
"Go to hell!" Shang Yaoqin shouted.
Her body was broken and blood spilled out, falling on the emperor's black robe, staining it red.
The violent sound waves carried the dense traces of the dream path and rolled back into the sky.
"Kill!" Hua Menghuang's eyes flashed with a cold light.
There was blood on her lips, and Bai Shuang Meng's robe was in tatters, but she was bullied.
The Meng Sword slashed down horizontally, and strong sword energy and the traces of the Meng Dao erupted like a vast ocean, flooding the front.
when…
Dangdang…
The heaven and earth trembled, and a sound like mountains and seas collapsing broke out, deafening!
The two sides collided together like two divine rainbows.
There was a moment of collision without any pause, and the bright light obscured everything.
"Am I going to lose?" Shang Yaoqin looked sad.
She could not believe that Hua Menghuang would take the third step to becoming a saint before she did.
It can only be said that a slight difference can lead to a loss of a thousand miles.
Having reached this point in the battle for destiny, although Shang Yaoqin felt extremely reluctant to give up, he had no regrets.
After all, Ye Zhuyin, whom she couldn't let go the most, was also entrusted to Hong Yuan's care.
Hong Yuan...
Shang Yaoqin was very relieved about Hong Yuan.
Because Hong Yuan was recognized by Shushan and even the leader of the righteous path who summoned the phantom of the emperor, he was a truly virtuous king, just like a sage in the world.
Just when Shang Yaoqin was ready to fail, something suddenly happened.
boom!
Boom!
A divine light like a bright red sun suddenly appeared between the heaven and the earth.
This is the general trend of humanity!
Although he had never seen it before, Shang Yaoqin came to such a conclusion after just one glance.
The next moment, something happened that shocked Shang Yaoqin:
Hua Menghuang was actually counterattacked by the general trend of humanity, and stopped at the broken orifice step for a long time.
Normally, forget it, but now is the time of life and death. If you make a mistake, it will be death! !
"Good opportunity?!" Shang Yaoqin's eyes flashed with lightning.
Although she didn't know why Hua Menghuang suffered a counterattack from humanity, she still decisively accelerated the step of breaking the orifice.
the other side.
Hua Menghuang couldn't help but feel dazed after suffering such a heavy blow suddenly.
It was obvious that she had made any plans and finally succeeded.
Suddenly, she recalled the uneasiness she felt when she handed over the inheritance of Dream Dao to her two masters.
"If God doesn't take what he wants, will he take the blame instead..."
"Master Min is harming me? No, absolutely impossible!"
"I didn't expect that despite all my precautions, Shang Yaoqin would eventually resort to this trick."
Hua Menghuang was counterattacked by the general trend of humanity, his momentum was sluggish, and his progress in becoming a saint was suddenly overtaken by Shang.
But she still didn't give up and continued to chase Shang Yaoqin.
But, the hope is getting slimmer...
As time passes bit by bit, the situation becomes increasingly irreversible.
The signs of defeat have already been revealed.
"Who wakes up first from the big dream?"
"I know myself all my life."
"Thatched cottage is enough for spring sleep."
"The sun is getting worse outside the window..."
A poem flows into Hua Menghuang's heart.
She sighed softly, and her past experiences appeared in front of her like fragments, and she was just watching the lights.
She understood that her life was probably going to stop here.
I really can’t bear it~
…
"Xiaocao is great. Let grandma clean the remaining clothes."
"Hehe, don't worry grandma. I am three years old this year and I am very strong, hehe~"
Winter in southern Xinjiang is extremely cold.
The cold wind is like a knife, biting the bones like marrow.
Outside a dilapidated thatched hut, the cold wind howled, wildly announcing its sharp claws.
A gaunt old woman, with her waist hunched over, endured the cold and used a pounding stick to clean the clothes of the students in the study hall.
It's finally sunny today, so it's a good time to work.
But even though the weather was sunny and slightly mild, the old lady's hands were still cracked by the cold.
It's so cold, it's dry ice.
Next to the old woman, a short, wizened three-year-old girl wearing linen and coarse cloth took the initiative to roll up her clothes to help the old woman with her work.
The little girl's little face was blown red, and every time the cold wind passed by, she would feel as if her face was being torn apart, and it hurt so much.
But she gritted her teeth and pursed her lips tightly, never complaining.
She was afraid that grandma would drive her back to the thatched house!
The more she thought about it, the harder she fiddled with the clothes to help her grandma.
Because she knew that if these clothes were not disposed of quickly, grandma would not be able to go to bed very late.
Grandma would suppress her voice all night long, wailing in pain, for fear of disturbing her sleep.
She didn't want to, and didn't want to see her grandma in so much pain.
She thought she could contribute to the family.
Because this year, she is already a three-year-old little adult!
"Haha, our Xiaocao's hands and feet are really smart. You will definitely marry into a good family when you grow up."
"Marry into a good family? What is that... When I grow up? Hehe, grandma, don't worry. When I grow up, I will let you live in a high-rise building like a mountain leader! "
"Okay, okay, yes, it will definitely happen, grandma believes in you."
The old lady stared at Xiaocao with a smile, her eyes full of doting.
Although the grass was picked up by her while washing clothes by the river, the old lady had already regarded the grass as her own.
It's a pity that she failed to entrust Xiaocao to a good family in the end, so Xiaocao suffered.
…
Winter three years later.
This year, a year of frost and cold, it was extremely cold in southern Xinjiang.
"Grandma, grandma~" Xiaocaochang knelt on the ground and held her grandma's hand tightly.
Grandma collapsed on the straw bed, covered with thin quilts mixed with hay.
But grandma was still shivering from the cold and her face was blue.
Grandma stared at her granddaughter. She refused to close her eyes for fear that she would not be able to open them.
Her purple lips kept trembling, as if she wanted to say something to Xiaocao.
She didn't want to die. She hadn't raised Xiaocao yet, hadn't seen Xiaocao get married yet, and she had to take care of Xiaocao's children for Xiaocao...
She doesn't want to die!
Don't want to die!
The world is cold, leaving Xiaocao, a six-year-old girl, struggling to survive in the world.
Not willing to give in, she is not willing to give in! ! !
But until the end, her whole body was cold, and her cloudy eyes were dry, cracked and frozen, and she did not close them.
Die with your eyes open!
"grandmother!!!"
The grass wailed and burst into tears. It was so painful that it was too painful to live.
On a snowy night in late winter, the old woman passed away, leaving only Xiaocao alone.
Two days later.
"Sorry, Chief Shan, Granny Hua still refuses to close her eyes. And she is so heavy that I can't move her at all."
"Even those warrior masters took one look at Granny Hua and ran away. What should we do?"
A boy originally planned to roll Grandma Xiaocao into a straw mat and throw it out of the mass grave, but he didn't expect it to be so difficult.
If Grandma Hua doesn't leave, how can she sell this thatched house to others?
As for Hua Xiaocao? It's enough to have already sold it to Yakouzi.
Kill two birds with one stone!
But now, everything has changed because of Grandma Hua.
When the mountain chief, who was wearing a Confucian robe and looked dignified, heard this, his expression changed drastically, as if he had thought of something, and he quickly sent someone to retrieve Hua Xiaocao.
Finally, he personally came to the thatched house, kowtowed nine times to the corpse of Grandma Hua, and solemnly promised that Xiaocao would inherit Grandma Hua's work and let Xiaocao grow up in the school.
As a result, Granny Hua just closed her pair of completely cracked eyes.
From now on, six-year-old Hua Xiaocao becomes the youngest handyman in the school, working day and night to make a living.
…
It’s another cold winter three years later.
This year, although the nine-year-old Xiaocao has not grown vigorously, it is still tenaciously alive.
However, her height is the size of a five-year-old child, and her appearance is shriveled and skinny, making people feel disgusted just by looking at her.
This day.
She carried the gong as usual and went to wake up the students in the wing.
When she was halfway there, a fairy-like figure descended from the sky with colorful feet.
Butterfly Sword Martial Saint Ji Limin!
"Big Dream Seed? Hello, I am Ji Limin, the martial saint of Ji Clan, one of the four great families..."
Xiaocao couldn't quite remember what the person in front of him said.
She only felt that the person in front of her was dazzling, as beautiful as a fairy in the sky. She didn't know what words to use to describe it.
Finally, Xiaocao, who felt inferior, looked down at his straw sandals and thought to himself, it would be great if one day he could be as powerful and beautiful as the fairy in front of him, even if it was just for one day.
In that case, grandma should be very happy~
"Xiaocao? This is not a name. Otherwise, you can call me Menghuang. The big dream Huanghuang is unstoppable!"
"Menghuang, big dream Huanghuang, unstoppable? I am...Hua Menghuang?"
…
The sound of the sword is clanking, clear and loud.
The endless bright flowers of Sword Dream bloomed, and the white flowers rained all over the sky, entangling Hua Menghuang, submerging and burying her.
She is so graceful and graceful, like a bright moon fairy coming to earth.
But pieces of light rain flew up from her ivory-like crystal white body, gradually wearing away her icy muscles and jade bones.
She slowly faded away and disappeared from the world, and her life was coming to an end.
"Grandma, Master Min, Master Qing, I failed."
"I lost to fate, I lost to Shang Yaoqin."
"Master Min, I'm sorry, I'm afraid I won't be able to kill the Xuanguang Bridge with my own hands. From now on, I won't be able to help you, my junior brother, and my junior sister to lay a solid foundation in martial arts..."
Hua Menghuang looked south in the distance, smiled brightly, and was extremely sentimental.
She really, really wants to keep going...
At the last moment, with a thought in Hua Menghuang's mind, the natal sacred weapon, the Dream Sword, shattered and turned into a ball of light, firmly protecting the Talisman of Peace.
In the peace talisman, water, dragon, fire and phoenix are lifelike, holding a white sword together.
Although the Peace Talisman is broken and full of cracks, it still maintains its complete appearance.
And on her body, the last pure white petal dissipated and disappeared from the world.
Hua Menghuang died just like that...
