The air is scorching, the golden light is dazzling, and the earth is an endless sea of sand. From time to time, a hot wind blows through, blowing up golden sand grains like stars and flying all over the sky.
Ji Liao stood in the middle of the sand sea, frowning and looking around.
He didn't know why he suddenly appeared here. He only remembered that he felt sleepy in the wooden building and fell down before he could reach the bed.
"What's going on? Why does this place look familiar?"
Ji Liao looked far into the distance and saw that the sea of sand in the distance merged with the sky. The scene was somewhat familiar, as if he had been here before.
After thinking for a while, he suddenly thought about it.
"Here...this is the Wild West a thousand years ago!" Ji Liao exclaimed.
Back then, he and Lu Zhu entered the Wild West together to carry out the mission of Shendong's spying. At that time, the sea of lava and fire was still there, and the Wild West was the scene in front of him. However, later, his and Lu Zhu's identities were exposed, and they separated from Lu Zhu. After that, he went straight to the sea of lava and fire. Later, after he refined the spirit of the sea of fire, the spiritual power of fire that spread all over the sky in the wilderness disappeared. After thousands of years of gestation, the wilderness was no longer a desolate place. Jing, but almost became the second Shendong.
"How did I get here? Could it be that I have been in Taoism for a thousand years and will still be troubled by nightmares?" Ji Liao whispered to himself again.
However, he quickly refuted his idea. His only tie in Huangxi was Huo Liuli, and Huo Liuli was now in his family, so it was even less possible for him to stay in Huangxi. Something.
However, since he has no ties to Huangxi, how should he explain the scene in front of him?
After a long time, Ji Liao gave a wry smile and said, "It seems that there are many ties in the world of mortals. Even though I have been a Taoist for a thousand years, my Taoist heart is still not pure."
After the words fell, Ji Liao put his hands behind his hands and stepped forward.
The yellow sand is like cotton, falling silently.
The big sun hung high in the sky, and the air was boiling, as if everything in the world was boiling.
Ji Liao had just taken a dozen steps when his movements suddenly stopped and he suddenly turned around to look at the place where he appeared.
However, he saw that not far from where he originally stood, the sand shook and surged, and immediately a snow-white arm poked out from the sea of sand.
"Who!" Ji Liao shouted with his eyes narrowed.
As soon as Ji Liao finished speaking, another arm reached out from the sea of sand again, and he stretched his hands outward. Then he saw a woman's upper body standing upright in the sea of sand.
The woman was wearing clothes unique to Huang Xi's early years, with a large area of skin exposed. At this time, she had her eyes closed, and golden sand was flowing down like water on her black hair, which made her look a bit scary.
Ji Liao looked at the woman's appearance, raised his eyebrows, and immediately recognized that the woman buried under the yellow sand was the Hu Meier he had killed back then.
"Why is she still alive? Could it be that..." Ji Liao whispered, and then suddenly remembered the eight wives and concubines he saw in the future scene, and Hu Mei'er was one of them.
Hu Meier's naturally charming face had an expression, her red lips curled slightly, and then she opened a pair of captivating eyes and looked at Ji Liao.
"Your name is Yang Feng?" Hu Meier asked with half her body buried under the sand, her red lips slightly opened.
Ji Liao frowned slightly and thought for a while, then he remembered the pseudonyms Lu Zhu casually gave them when he, Lu Zhu, and Hu Meier met.
"I didn't expect that after a thousand years, you could still disturb Ji's Taoist heart." Ji Liao did not answer and smiled lightly.
"Oh? Isn't your surname Yang?" Hu Meier said, then she moved and stood up straight.
Her jade legs are exposed, straight and slender. Even though a thousand years have passed, this Hu Meier is still as charming and charming as ever.
"Who are you? Hu Mei'er has been killed by me for a thousand years. I guess you used this to break into my dream." Ji Liao looked at Hu Mei'er with his hands behind his hands and asked.
"Hu Mei'er? Hu Mei'er! Hahaha." Hu Meier said with a chuckle, and then looked at Ji Liao, "If you had killed her completely a thousand years ago, I should be grateful to you now, and I would not break into your The dream will kill you.”
"What? Are you kidding me again? Killing someone in a dream?" After hearing what Hu Meier said, Ji Liao felt as if he was hearing a joke.
It is not that he has never heard of killing people in dreams, but it is just a fabrication made by mortals. He has been in Taoism for thousands of years, but he has never heard of it, and he has never seen any strange things in the records that can kill people in dreams.
"It seems that you still don't know that your relationship with me has been fused?" Hu Meier chuckled, raised her hand and grabbed it downwards, and a Coiling Dragon Golden Spear rushed out of the sand, and in a flash The whereabouts fell into Hu Meier's hands.
After hearing what Hu Meier said, Ji Liao frowned again and repeated, "The root of love..."
Ji Liao soon understood, and immediately remembered what the Great Ni Tianzun said about the root of love on the day he met the Great Ni Tianzun.
His eyes suddenly shrank, and his body couldn't help but stiffen a bit. He looked at Hu Meier in front of him in horror, "You...! You are a monk of the innate Yuanling!"
"Hahaha, it seems that you know something, but you don't know much." Hu Mei'er laughed and glanced at Ji Liao with eyes that could seduce people's soul, "Even if your love is fused with mine, It can be regarded as having some cause and effect with me. In this case, I will let you be a clear ghost. I am the suppressing god of the world, laugh at the dream!"
"What...what...you are the God of Smiling Dreams!" When Ji Liao heard the name, his heart seemed to have been hit by a heavy hammer. For a moment, he huddled together and stopped beating.
He already had a general understanding of the Dust Star, and he also knew the names of the seven divine monarchs who controlled the Heavenly Palace, and Xiaomeng was one of the seven divine monarchs, suppressing the Great Thousand World, one of the seven worlds.
When he came back today, Fei Kuangfeng had already said that the sudden appearance of Di Ting was the divine beast of Lord Xiao Meng. At this moment, Ji Liao finally understood everything.
It turns out that this matter started thousands of years ago.
On the way to the wilderness with the caravan flying boat, he encountered the Black Wind Society and plundered them. After a fierce battle, he and Lu Zhu killed all the enemies, and Hu Meier was one of them.
Hu Meier didn't know at the time that she was the root of love for Xiaomeng's escape. It wasn't until the eve of her death that she remembered the past. Hu Meier was originally the root of love. When he was about to die, he quietly planted the seeds of love in Ji Liao. The seeds of love, that is to say, although the love roots of Xiao Meng Shenjun died, they took root and sprouted in Ji Liao.
Thousands of years have passed, and the love root has been completely integrated with Ji Liao's soul, and it seems that they can no longer be separated. In this way, Ji Liao has become the love root of Xiao Meng Shenjun.
To prove Hunyuan, the root of love must be eradicated, so Xiaomeng will have a reason to kill Ji Liao.
Ji Liao figured this out and secretly cursed himself for being so lucky. This one-in-a-million thing happened to him. It was like a jackpot.
When he knew that he had blocked others from realizing Hunyuan, he had been careful and never contacted people with advanced realms, lest others see through his fear of one person. Unexpectedly, he had just arrived at Chenchenxing's house. Came to the door.
"Have you figured it out?" Lord Xiaomeng looked at Ji Liao and came towards Ji Liao with the Coiling Dragon Golden Spear.
Although Ji Liao knew that he was no match for others, he did not want to die like this. He had not avenged his ancestor's great revenge, and had not made proper arrangements for his family, wife and children, so he died in his dream. Not willing to give in, a little too frustrated.
Ji Liao stepped back and stared at the Lord Xiao Meng, keeping a certain distance from him.
"Senior, this junior really doesn't know about this. I think there must be a way to have both ends of the world. Please ask senior to spare this junior's life. This junior will definitely cooperate with senior to eradicate senior's love."
"Hey, why go to all the trouble? You'll be fine if you die." Xiaomeng Shenjun still had that enchanting smile on his face, approaching Ji Liao unhurriedly.
"Senior, why are you doing this? It's not easy for me to practice cultivation, why should I ruin my thousand years of Taoism?" Ji Liao begged for mercy, but he knew in his heart that something bad was going to happen today, so he backed away while thinking about a way to escape.
"There are so many corpses and bones on the path of cultivation. How do you know that you can go to the road to heaven? You may die one day, or you may die in a dream and feel safe." The God of Smiling Meng said.
"Senior, are you unwilling to let me go?" Ji Liao's voice turned cold.
"Want to fight me to the death? Do you have the strength?"
"No!" Ji Liao replied decisively, stopped for a moment, allowed the Lord Xiao Meng to approach, and spoke again, "Although there is no other way, this junior has something to say."
"Tell me and listen." Lord Xiao Meng said.
"Okay, then I will say what I want to say." Ji Liao nodded, then took a deep breath, "I'll wipe your mother."
