"The dreamer, the self-dream is respected! If you want to benefit from it, you must intervene in the dreams of others... This is a lot of danger. At the beginning, the object of practicing the hand is appropriate to the low spirit..."

Looking back at the narrative, Fang Yuan’s face gradually became dignified.

Those who can enter other people's dreams are called ‘dreamers’ in the dreamer, and then one step can transform the dreams of others into ‘dreamers!’

This is the two realms of the early stage of the dream teacher.

Later, it is the cultivation of the sacred, the analysis of the rules of reality, the integration into the dream, and the illusion.

In general, the closer to the real dream, the closer the time-flow ratio is to one to one.

"Only when the dream is real, you can start to show up... If you want to reach the realm of a teacher, you don't know how long it will take..."

Asking the heart is not only to make the dreams come true, but even to become a world, and to metamorphose a spirit.

This kind of realm, Rao is the Fang Yuan at this time, and it is somewhat unimaginable.

"Intrusion into other people's dreams is more dangerous than their own dreams... Injury, death, may damage the gods, and even feedback to the real body..."

Fang Yuan came out and looked at the red-eyed white bird king, thoughtfully.

......

"Hey!"

In the fascination, a bird broke open, and there was a chick with a few fluffs on his body, revealing red chicken skin.

It opened the eyes of mung beans and first felt hunger.

This power is so great that it immediately let it follow the instinct, start to lick the eggshell a little, and watch the companions around with vigilance.

Some of them are thicker than themselves, first out of the eggshell, eating their own, and hitting the other brothers.

In the face of cruel competition for survival, the connection with the blood of the same nest is nothing.

The chicks quickly ate their own eggshells, and occasionally issued a threatening snoring, not ready to share with their companions.

Huh!

Just when a few chicks were crowded and almost hit, suddenly a gust of wind blew over the nest and a huge bird appeared.

It has white feathers, red eyes and a few golden feathers on the top, like a crown.

Snapped!

After landing in the nest, the black had the claws of the fine iron, and half of the flesh like the scorpion fell in front of the chicks.

‘獐子? Why do I know it? ’

The chicks came up with a faint thought in the sea, and they were suddenly inadvertently overwhelmed by a desire.

Fragrant! Really fragrant!

For the hunger and thirst of food, a blood red color appeared in the throat of all the chicks.

"Hey!"

"Hey!"

It flew forward and, along with other brothers, ate the blood on the scorpion.

"Hey!"

The King of the Golden Crowned Birds screamed with sorghum, tearing the scorpion meat into thin strips with claws and scorpions, allowing the chicks to swallow.

Although they are beasts, they have already revealed extraordinary things at this time. Even if they are only in infancy, it is not a problem to digest this flesh and blood.

"It’s good to have enough to eat and drink..."

The chicks are fascinated and there is another thought.

Immediately, digesting the physical energy consumed by the food makes it directly fainting...

......

In a blink of an eye, the light flies in a few years.

In the sky of a spiritual land, the chicks that have grown up open their wings and soar in the blue sky and white clouds.

The growth of young birds is very fast and the living conditions are very cruel.

The Golden Crown King, after it was slightly matured with all the brothers, took them to the top of the cliff and pushed them one by one!

There are a few spiritual birds that have been alive and boiled into bolognese because they cannot awaken their flight instinct!

Under the fear and pressure between life and death, more spiritual birds are successful awakening, flapping their wings and flying out of death.

Being able to fly means adulthood and is enough to start hunting.

Therefore, its father, the king of the golden crown, suddenly violently drove it out of the nest with all his brothers.

Every day, driven by hunger, the white birds of adulthood have to go to great lengths to hunt their prey and build their own nests to prepare for the future attracting females.

Driven by the two original desires of survival and reproduction, the small nestlings soon became the best hunters in the ethnic group, getting more prey than ordinary white birds every day, and the body became more and more huge. The strength may be only under the bird king.

Just a lot of times, the young white bird will still be a little confused.

Especially at this time, even if you are used to flying in the air, as if flying instinctively, it is that you should not use your hands.

‘Hands... This is another new word! ’

I have to say that this kind of distracting thoughts that often emerged taught the white bird to think, making it more spiritual than other people.

Even at this time, they are ready to challenge the king of the bird king.

Only in the highest position of the cliff top can you enjoy the greatest power in the ethnic group. This is the lifelong pursuit of every white bird!

And this bird king is the golden crown white bird.

"Wait a minute... fight for the King of Birds? Why can't I do this?"

There was a hint of confusion in the eyes of the white bird, and that thought came to light.

"Who am I from, where do I come from, and where do I go... Are I really a bird? No! No! I have a name... My name is..."

Among the high altitudes, the white birds stayed in the woods and fell down quickly.

"Think of it!"

"Think of it!"

"I am a white bird... No! This red-eyed white bird, where have I seen it!"

"I am not a white bird, I am Fang Yuan!!!"

"This is... in the dream of the red-eyed white bird king!!!"

......

Many chaotic thoughts, like a flash flood, are unstoppable, breaking through the dam and overflowing.

"I actually... turned into a bird?!"

In the midst of falling quickly, Fang Yuan is crying and laughing.

At this point, I want to control the bird again and fly back again, but it is not enough.

"After all...not my own dream...even there is still a counter-attack...good insurance!!!"

He still has a lot of lingering on this: "Fortunately, if you can wake up once, you will find the context, and you will wake up faster in the future... but I don't want to become a boiled meat sauce!"

Fang Yuan yelled at the sky, and the birds rang out loudly, and they suddenly wrestled and flew again.

"so close!"

He is long-spiring: "This is a dream of the outer world. If my body is dead, it must have a counter-attack!"

Hey!

However, just the moment he was relieved.

A thunder rang through the sky, the sky was broken, and a horrible big hand emerged.

The big hand has a clear goal, grabbed it directly to the cliff, and blocked the void, no one can escape!

"Damn... if I am still working..."

Seeing the Wuzhishan pressure, he seems to be an ant, and Fang Yuan’s thoughts have just turned to half, and his eyes are immediately dark.

......

Qingfeng Lingdi.

Inside the White Bird King Cave.

Fang Yuan stepped back a few steps, opened his eyes, and two blood lines flowed out of his nose.

"This is...dreaming back!"

He wiped his nose and looked at some confused red-eyed white bird king with a bitter smile on his lips.

Just now, I tried to communicate with the red-eyed white bird king by dreaming, but it was a fiasco!

Even if it is only a half-opened spiritual beast, the resistance in the subconscious is also very terrifying. Not only does his assimilation of his consciousness, he turns to create a red-eyed white bird, but also has a terrible dream.

The wrong non-party is already a dreamer. After constant hints, I finally wake up. If I don’t do it, I will sink directly in the dream of the White Bird King.

Even so, when he wakes up, the other party takes countermeasures.

"That is the sky-shaking giant... It should be the most terrible thing in the white bird king's subconscious mind. It is in its dreams, and it is specially designed to deal with me..."

Fang Yuan touched his chin and looked thoughtful.

Although the things in the dream are fake, they are also the realization of the subconscious. Since the red-eyed white bird king thinks that the giant hand is the most terrifying, it must have this impression in its memory.

This is also the strength of the dreamer. In the unconscious of the dream, the enemy will automatically leak a lot of information.

"But... the price is very dangerous..."

Thinking of the previous danger, Fang Yuan is also very afraid.

"If this bird is not a subconscious instinctive counterattack, if it is not that I have already awakened in my dreams, this failure is enough to make my soul hurt. It is not just a lot of dream power, but blood flow is so simple... ..."

"Hey!"

The white bird king stared at Fang Yuan, some confused, and did not know what the human being had just experienced.

Just unknowingly, I feel that the person opposite is a bit strange, like some close, but also somewhat disgusted, but also a kind of fear filled with palpitations.

"But... the method is right, and it will become more and more proficient in the future. Compared with the complicated and secretive human beings, and the more terrible dreamers, its difficulty is already low!"

Fang Yuan sat cross-legged, and Meng Yuanli slowly flowed, and the feeling of the original headache was suddenly dissipated.

"This bird is hostile to me in the subconscious. It should not be placed first. I should try it in the dream of the shovel black eagle and the flower fox, and then use it to practice. Finally, it is the most complicated human. Dreamland..."

After making up his mind, he walked out of the cave and breathed deeply into the air of the spirits, only feeling relaxed and happy.

"The way of the dream teacher has broken through, the next is Wu Zong!"

"The method and road of the eagle claw iron shirt breakthrough, I have practiced in my dreams, there are three feasible methods, we need to try in the real world..."

The dream environment, even if it is one-tenth of a difference from the real world, is truly a major event in the Yuanli.

Of course, Fang Yuan will not try the law, so it is necessary to find experimental products.

"Although the essence of Yuanli is the power of heaven and earth, there are still some differences in the form of expression. For example, Mengyuanli is biased towards illusion. In the mudball palace, the martial arts power is the enthusiasm of the sea. Product, even if the standard is relaxed again and again, the realm of the land, the original shape of the Yuanli, is also the minimum... I only have one in my hand, no... maybe two!"

Fang Yuan looked to Aobacheng, his eyes were mysterious.