Chapter 194 Laozi is your ancestor

The night has been a lot of dreams. In fact, after he entered this ghost place, he has been dreaming.

At the beginning, when he was sucked in by the white hole and black hole of the Falling Mountain, his body was seriously injured and almost killed him seriously. Fortunately, the magical airflow from the bronze ring on the ring finger of the left hand hangs his life and constantly treats his injuries. It’s just that the physical weakness of those days has reached the extreme, so I often sleep and sleep, and often dream.

His injuries have been much better these days. Basically, the body can sit up and take a few steps. But he is still dreaming.

These dreams are sweet, sad, angry, and fearful... All kinds of dreams are constantly covering him, and they are always hovering in his mind.

He dreamed that his sister was saved, and the soft and weak figure appeared in front of him in the night, and he called "Brother" affectionately.

He dreamed of him and the moon in the city, and the waist of the city was swaying and swinging on him.

He dreamed that there was no trace of snow, and Snow told him with a smile. He is living very well now, and he will definitely make himself not live well.

He dreamed of the night dragon, and the night dragon told him that his father was not accidentally dead, but was killed.

All kinds of dreams filled his mind, and all of them started to be illusory, and then they gradually became real, and everything was like real.

Sweet dreams made him intoxicated, refused to wake up, sad dreams made him heartbroken, inexplicably produced a psychology that did not want to live alone. An angry dream filled his heart with endless killings, and he wanted to tear everything in front of him. The dream of fear makes him dare not blink, can't believe that this is true, prefer to stay in the dream forever, no longer wake up...

Many times, he was almost intoxicated in his dreams, committed suicide almost in his dreams, almost lost his senses, and almost no longer woke up. Only in the most dangerous time, the bronze ring will release a cool airflow in time, so that he suddenly wakes up, cold and sweat, and shocked.

He knows that this is not a dream. This is the psychedelic world of the Falling Mountain. The first level of the Lost Mountain, the psychedelic world. Can make people unknowingly die, the magical illusion.

It’s just that this kind of dream can’t escape. Every once in a while, he automatically enters a dream, a dream like a real dream, and this dream seems to have an invisible magic, let him involuntarily fall in and immerse himself.

He didn't know what to do, I don't know what to do, I don't know if I suddenly died in my dream that day...

Until one morning.

On this day, as usual, he practiced a battle of strength, and took a few steps in the place to take a look at the body. He didn't dare to go far, because there was a faint white mist everywhere. He didn't know where there was danger and where it was a dead end.

Then he took out a small amount of dry food and fresh water from his arms and ate a little. There are not many fresh water and dry food. In these few days, he also endured the daily consumption of only a small amount to maintain the necessary nutrients. He didn't know that he could still hold on for a few days. I don't know if the fresh water and dry food would be eaten. I would starve to death in the mountains of the gods. Maybe I would die in my dreams that day.

Just when he was confused and his heart was so sad, his voice suddenly sounded in his ear.

"You are the night cold?"

The sudden appearance of the sound, let the night light body shake a spirit, eyes blurred and looked around for a while, then grabbed the head, some doubts, it seems that today's illusion started a little early, the general situation still takes an hour Will start.

So he shook his head and continued to carelessly, sitting on the ground and preparing to continue practicing.

"You are the night cold?"

The voice rang again, and it was a little bit impatient with the night. I thought that this illusion was special. I didn’t have a figure, but I had an inexplicable voice, and I asked him twice. So he sighed and said: "My grandfather is the night cold, who are you?"

The sound paused for a moment and came again: "I am your ancestor!"

rub! The night was light and cold, and stood up, angry, and you said this is the psychedelic world of the mountain, how is this? Every time I changed a pattern, this time I pretended to be his ancestor, so he replied unceremoniously: "You are jealous, Laozi is your ancestors..."

"I am really your ancestors' night!"

"Take your sly, I am your ancestors. If the night is water? Who are you cheating, if the night is dead for hundreds of years, the idiot psychedelic fantasy is actually so idiotic, there is no depth! One."

"Amount... How do you explain it to you? In this way, you are not in a illusion now. I am really at night, I am not dead, and I am now a real voice to you. This is really not a fantasy!"

"Well, this is not a fantasy. You are the night, you are not dead, you are resurrected... This is the saying, the ghost believes..."

"Well, you don't believe it, then I will tell you about the illusion of going through the meeting!"

The sound stopped suddenly, coming gently, silently, as if it had never been.

The night was also a bit sensational. After sitting for a while, the rest of the inexplicable situation did not happen.

This is a faint suspicion, is it just a fantasy? It was only this idea that was immediately vetoed by him. He knew that the famous patriarch of the 500-year-old generation of the night family, like him, summoned a holy beast. It’s just... a character of five hundred years, then jumped out. To convince others that he is really talking, unless he is a ghost, or a god.

Half an hour, the first illusion of the day is like a date, the white mist slowly fades away, and the surrounding scene slowly turns into a plot of wild mountains. A group of fire wolves rushed toward him, and the front Slowly appearing five masked people in full-length black clothes, and under the invisible influence of the scene, the eyes of the cold night gradually become blood red, bursting with a cruel and bloodthirsty momentum, he I took out the **** in my hand and slowly walked toward the front five people...

After half an hour, the ground was filled with countless wolves and the bodies of five black people. The bodies of wolves and black people began to fade slowly. The countless flowers and trees in the vicinity began to disappear slowly, and the white mist was slow. Slowly enveloped this space.

But the night is chilly but still red eyes, constantly stabbing and slashing, it seems that I don’t know how tired, or maybe he will stop when he has no strength to wave his hand, but at that moment he Maybe it will really die...

In the psychedelic world, the power seems to be getting bigger and bigger, and the white fog of the sky seems to be getting thicker and thicker...

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