"Yuanli, the foundation for everything!"

Within the quiet room, Fang Yuan sat on the knees, and the dark silver dream of his hand twisted, like a silver snake.

"The essence of the power of the big dry world is the power of heaven and earth! The basic strength of the world of the devil is the power of the dream! After this world integration, the environment of the entire world has been transformed, and the void is full. Such a different kind of force!"

Originally, the big dreamers, just the gods from the emptiness of the heart and soul, accept the dream power radiation, thus purifying the original level of dream power.

But at this time, due to the perfusion of the demons, the new dream power is higher than the previous half, with all kinds of mysterious energy.

"This is also the plan of Minhou, transforming the big dry world and becoming more suitable for his deity to survive and play..."

Fang Yuan shook his head.

This kind of environment, if the dreamers are not going, it must be ecstasy, but at this time, they can only be cheaper.

"According to Addo, they are both consumers and makers. When the demon monsters die, they will turn into pure dreams and return to heaven and earth..."

Fang Yuan is deeply fearful of the nature of this race.

For a long time, even if the whole world is not swallowed up by the demons, it will actively transform into a similar ancillary plane.

"But for me, it doesn't seem to be a bad thing!"

Fang Yuan took a deep breath and suddenly felt the power of the majestic constantly injecting into his body, trying to connect the real dreams in the world.

"Nine mountains and mountains pass through the world, rejecting the extraordinary power, but I use the Tianluo Qingmu to suppress the big bangs, but it opens a gap, and the external forces are purified, and the concentration of each element can be adjusted to form different nodes. ""

On the other side of the monk, Meng Yuanli will not be open for the time being, so as not to affect their conversion to the law of the Lingshi and Wuzong, but Fang Yuan is unscrupulous here.

Even, directly dragging the chaos of the outside world, greedily swallowed and digested.

"It's still very difficult... Although the outside world's dreams are forgiving, it's hard to work in real dreams..."

Fang Yuan sighed.

With the strength of his true sacred body, the martial arts of Yuan Dao has no problem at all. Even if there is confusion and other emotions, it is directly digested without difficulty.

But the real dream is very sad.

It’s like a person who is thirsty and dying. Looking at the river in front of the Yangtze River, there is no power to go back and drink.

This feeling of powerlessness can even drive people crazy.

"My real dream..."

Fang Yuan’s idea entered the real dream, and found that it has become less than three feet in scope, and the eight sides are leaking, as if they are being crushed by chaos at any time.

"The real dreams represent my virtual foundation. I can't be crushed like this! Wait a minute..."

His look is stagnation: "The road to the dreamer, I will not give up, but it does need to be fine-tuned!"

The original big dreamer, although not out of the machine, but the foundation is still in the heart of the devil, and even the ability to create is half-given to obtain, the foundation is unstable, and this is the dejection of this deprivation of the road.

If you come again, seeing such existence in the future, there is still no way to fight back.

"The foundation of the dream teacher lies in the dream power. This can't be changed, but the general direction can be adjusted completely, and try to get rid of the impact. Not only that, but even the dream power itself can be mixed with sand."

Fang Yuan’s eyes are bright, and he feels countless whimsy to rush out of the sea.

Although many of these are whimsical, the big ideas are not wrong.

"The most crucial thing is to not break!"

Rumble!

As soon as the thoughts are gone, the real dreams suddenly collapse, and the black holes generally shrink inward, leaving only the last small point.

Oh!

By this opportunity, the original restrictions on the dream power suddenly disappeared.

The dark silver dream force rushed into the sea, converge with the small dots, and the bang banged, and a small space was formed again.

Although the newly completed space is somewhat illusory, but the bottom is a layer of dark silver dream power, surging, and even can radiate the outside world, bringing all kinds of influence.

"Although it is only a sacred one, the ability of my domain has not disappeared..."

Fang Yuanyi waved, surrounded by dreamy empty flowers, the void with a sense of ambiguity, suddenly a little ridiculous: "What is this? Play pigs to eat tigers, the face is a small pawn, but in the dark can use the field of the seven virtual sacred power ?"

In fact, he also knows that he has experienced this re-construction. On the basis of the strength of the foundation, there is no such thing as a dreamer can compare with himself... Although, in the entire world of the big dry, perhaps only one of his own virtual sacred.

"Even if the saints are in the sky, they can't resist the deprivation before, even the real dreams can't be kept..."

Fang Yuan shook his head and looked at his property bar:

"Name: Fang Yuan

Fine: 100

Gas: 100

God: 43 (100)

Occupation:? ? ?

Revised as: true holy, domain, virtual (one weight)

Skills: Pangu eagle, eight-door sword array [? ? ? 】, Yuan Ling Yang Qi [the fifth layer (consummation)]

Expertise: Medical Skills [Level 3], Implantation [Grade 5], Fire Eyes [Level 1]"

The most striking change on the property bar is that the original dream teacher's related skills, the gray that has been repaired, faded, as if it had been cracked, it means that it can continue to improve.

“There was no response to planting the wood, but it was not enough to break through the energy, or did it not meet a certain key condition?”

Fang Yuan is stunned.

"White paper is good for painting, but at this time it is not eager to restore the repair of the Eight-Dollar Sword Array..."

The eight-sword sword squad can be cultivated to the eight-fold virtual sacred, and there is no ninth weight. It is always a huge flaw and regret.

Even with the ability of the former Fang Yuan, it may not be able to deduct the ninth heavy method.

After all, the front eight has solidified, which is equivalent to adding another building that has already been built. This is very troublesome.

At this time, the high-rise buildings and the rebuilding of the foundations will have a lot of opportunities to make up.

"I have all the books and treasures of the Holy Lotus, and some of the inheritance of Li Qingmian and Minhou, plus the accumulation gained in the previous alliance... This is equivalent to the whole dream of the Dagan, there are three or four Chengdu is in control, and from the beginning, it can definitely promote the strongest route!"

Fang Yuan is confident in this.

Even when the dreamer is weak, he can still make a bottom-up. The evil masters and the dreamers of Bai Zeshan will surely give in and offer many valuable books and materials.

......

Just when the people of the Nine Mountains began to silently settle and enjoy the hard-won peace, the outside world is still in dire straits.

The murderous murder, the resulting resentment and pain, is the best material for the growth of the devil. The catastrophe is quickly spread from the state to the world, and it cannot be contained in a short time.

Those who took the opportunity to take the opportunity to split the warlords of the other party, quickly found that they were not worried about how many cities and towns to attack, how much gold, silver and grain, but how to survive in this chaos!

Bai Zeshan.

"Hey!"

The endless herd roared and firmly guarded the back of the mountain gate.

If you look closely, you will find that these monsters are all like stone statues. At this time, they are vivid and vivid, vivid and powerful, and they are smashed together with the opposite monsters.

"saint!"

Bai Zesheng drove auspicious clouds, floating in the sky above the mountain gate, followed by a few elders, the body is faint, and has already broken through the real world of law! Become a true Yuanshi!

After all, Fang Yuan’s migration and the rebuilding of the Nine Mountains have already passed 100 days.

On the basis of the saints, it is enough to change the foundation and push the Taoist way to the peak!

"It’s getting more and more horrible for these evil spirits."

Behind him, an elder sighed and sighed: "At this time, it can be as good as our panacea!"

"Hey, this kind of chicken and dog, if the Baize beast is still there, ordering the world to be a ghost, and the stone statue is one, it is the real peak, the power comes and there is no life, even the saint can block!"

There is another elder who sighs behind.

There is no sadness and no joy on the face of Bai Ze’s sage, but his heart is dark and angry.

In the past, he was the sage of the saints, suppressing all disobedience and resistance, but at this time it was only a true spirit.

In Bai Zeshan, among the several elders who stayed behind, and even the ordinary deacons, there were also those who practiced the martial arts Wu Zong, which is similar to him.

Since it is impossible to suppress it with strength, it can only be compromised.

Therefore, even if it is a powerful person, the right to speak is ten times weaker than before.

"It’s no good to say more at this time!"

The white sage singly said: "This is a big squad. I can still drive it at this time. Even if these monsters are consumed, they can’t invade. I can sit back and relax."

"Hey!"

As soon as the words were finished, there was a roar from the opposite monster group.

The body of a lizard, with its huge wings, and three black dragons with skulls and heads, flew from the monsters, and the amber mullion overlooked it, sending out a storm of thought: "Submission? Or death?"

Its spiritual strength is so strong. Many elders in Baize Mountain feel that a cold and cruel **** is whistling, and those who are slightly worse are white on their faces, and the disciples behind them are countless.

"These devils are almost powerful!"

Bai Ze’s sage is serious, and he has a sleeve: “Wind!”

Huh!

The wind whispers and forms a tornado. The blue dragon seems to have its own ingenuity. It bypasses all the interceptions and kills the three dragons.

The three-headed monster roared, and the wind blade cut from the neck joint, and the blood was splashed.

"Hey!"

It roared, the mouth continued to expand, and the black gas flashed, and it turned into three smaller dragons at the same time. At the same time, it roared and broke through the giants and killed the Bai Ze saint.

"impossible!"

An elder exclaimed: "One is divided into three, but the breath is not weakened at all. What is this secret law?"

The three-headed dragon is divided into three, and it has become three great powers!

The power of this secret law is really amazing! More strike morale to the extreme!