"Haha... This golden blade does not attack the charm!"

Seeing the power of Fu Wei, Xiao Houye laughed happily. Just after a moment, his laughter gradually stopped, and he looked at the **** side of Fang Yuan. The expression on his face seemed to see the ghost: "You...you...you ......"

Ordinary people, even if they have never broken through the meditation of Jin Dan, the flesh is still very valuable.

I was cut off my arm and took most of my shoulders. I am afraid I will die immediately, or even die directly!

But in front of him, Fang Yuan’s expression was very indifferent, just like cutting his own body.

"Since everything is a dream, all the pain, even the key, is naturally fake... As long as I am willing to exist, I can exist. In theory, I am the master of the whole dream!"

Fang Yuan first tried to change himself and restore himself, or directly promoted the cultivation to the robbery period.

Under one thought, nothing happened. He wanted to change his direct cheating into an immortal idea, which was a shameful defeat.

Then, Fang Yuan tried to revise the outside world. For example, letting the sky fall into a nine-nine thunder, and the few fluffy flies in front of him could not be realized.

"Oh... it seems that I can't go to the sky one step at a time!"

Fang Yuan thought of the description of dreams. Some people had the chance to know that they were dreaming, but they couldn’t wake up. They couldn’t do anything about the horror of dreams, because they couldn’t completely control their own. Pan-conscious, the same is true for yourself.

"It is already an important step to wake up in the dream. The next step is to wake up from the beginning of each dream. Who is the big dream? I know it myself!"

Fang Yuan took a few steps forward, and the blood on his arm had flowed into a blood pool. His expression was indifferent, as if it was not his own blood.

"What are you doing? Blame... Monster! No... don't come over!"

Xiao Houye was intimidated on the ground, and his majesty was accompanied by a sigh of scent.

Even if he succeeded in refining, he was still a half-year-old boy. When he saw such a strange scene, he was suddenly scared!

"In the initial stage, is the fastest way to get rid of my dreams, or is it still dying? Of course, I must also have the idea of ​​leaving. Otherwise, even if I am able to come forward, I will not be able to completely remove me from the world. Obliterate..."

Fang Yuan frowned, and immediately went up two steps, grabbed Xiao Houye.

"very ordinary...very real..."

He cut the arm of Xiao Houye, and the blood and blood vessels and bones were clearly visible.

Even this little Houye was still struggling, taking out a few pieces of life-saving things, squatting on him, and opened several large blood holes in him.

"Fun! Fun! Don't know if I will be here next time, will it still be here?"

Although the dream world is wonderful, the flow rate ratio must be well grasped.

In history, there are still examples of dreamers practicing inadvertently, falling directly into a dream, not being able to extricate themselves, and finally starving to death!

It is a first-level dreamer, and must have a teacher to look after.

Fang Yuan did not have this condition, and immediately thought of going out and judging the flow rate on both sides. The province would starve himself to death.

"After I can really manipulate my dreams, I am the world's master. Adjusting the ratio of time to flow rate is not a problem... It is more time than others to endless time..."

Fang Yuan sighed with a sigh, with a screaming little Hou Hou, came to the edge of the cliff and jerked.

......

Bang!

Qingfeng Lingdi.

Fang Yuan was shocked and opened his eyes.

"Into the dream... It's really interesting... I can't think of my first dream, it turned out to be a world of cultivation, I thought it would be that different world!"

For the technology-oriented, modern world, he is still eager to experience it.

It’s just that the dreamer dreams, especially the dreamer at the beginning, who can’t control his dreams and can only passively wander in the dream.

"Ok?"

He looked at the incense burner in front of him and saw the cigarettes on it, and the cigarettes burned in half.

"In a dream for more than a decade, is there even a time for a fragrant incense in reality?"

Dreamer dreams, most of the time the flow rate is far beyond the real world, of course, there are also some strange dreams, it is very pit.

Fang Yuan was stunned, and his hand appeared on the forehead.

"The dream teacher practiced, divided into four steps at the beginning, dreaming, awakening the true self, modifying the dream, mastering!"

The so-called awakening of true self is that every time you enter a dream, you can awaken consciousness and be free from confusion.

Modifying itself and then modifying the surrounding environment is a gradual process. At the end, it is to modify the whole world and become the real dream master!

After completing a dream experience, Fang Yuan suddenly felt a clear stream from the sea of ​​knowledge into the eyebrows of the eyebrows, and the whole person was refreshed. He sank and immediately glanced at his property bar:

"Name: Fang Yuan

Fine: 8.0

Gas: 7.9

God: 4.1

Occupation: Dreamer (Getting Started)

Repaired as: the eleventh martial arts

Skills: black sand palm [five layers], eagle claw iron blouse [11 layers] (condensed Yuanli true species)

Expertise: Medical Skills [Level 3], Implantation [Level 3]"

"Dream - you are still a newcomer to the dreamer, just having the ability to dream and wake up, is the most basic entry level!"

"A dream cultivation, can grow Shenyuan 0.1, it is very good!"

Fang Yuan saw this, but he nodded with satisfaction.

The high requirements of the dreamer are incredible. Even the gods who were four times as many as the ordinary people before him have just reached the threshold of cultivation!

Of course, the harder it is to get started, the greater the benefits of officially embarking on the path of cultivation.

"The cultivation of the dream teacher is still in its own dreams at first. After all, this is the safest. If you are injured or killed in the dreams of others, you will have a terrible trauma to your own gods. When you can completely master your dreams, you will count The threshold of the dreamer, then the dream of exploring others..."

After Fang Yuan looked at the inheritance left by the heart, he also knew that the dreamer was very weak at first, and there was not even much self-protection.

It is only when the real dreamer becomes a dreamer and explores other people's dreams.

"Different from the martial arts Dantian gas sea, what the dreamer cultivated is the eyebrows of the eyebrows. When it comes to the stage of the dreamer, it is the dream power..."

Fang Yuan touched his eyebrows.

He already felt that in his own mud palace, there was a weak and cool force that was completely different from the internal force.

In nature, it is more biased towards the blood and power of the legal system, but it has a difference.

"When it comes to realizing the dream, this ray of power will become a dream power, the foundation of all cultivation!"

Fang Yuan got up and stretched his lower bones to come to the outside world.

This is a huts built on the hillside of Qingfeng Lingdi. It is surrounded by a fence, and Yanyu Jingmi and Wenxin Tea Tree are full of vitality.

"Sure enough... or Lingdi is best suited for the cultivation of spiritual species!"

Fang Yuan came to the edge of the fence, among the well-developed fields.

In addition to the two mature plants, he also sprinkled the core of the Zhuguo and some of the seeds that were rescued.

I hope that with the spirit of this spirit, these spiritual plants can thrive.

The dreamer is practicing, and it is too late. At this stage, I can dream once a day. At this time, Fang Yuan puts the rest of his energy into the mind and the red-eyed white bird.

Those chicks were hungry for a few days, and some of them suddenly had the taste of milk. It was the beginning of eating, which made Fang Yuan feel a little gratified.

As long as you bow at this time, there is a way to tame in the future. It will accumulate over time and subtle, even if the heart is like a stone, what can you count?

I am afraid that I am afraid of the White Bird King. I am already dying. It is useless to do anything.

"And these eggs... let the shovel black eagle hatch? It seems that some are not reliable!"

Fang Yuan climbed onto the platform and felt a huge white bird egg. He felt the instigation of the young bird, and shook his head. "Or... go find a group of hens and try it? Maybe it is useful!" ”

If it is known to the White Bird King that he is thinking at this time, it is possible to keep his eyes on shame and even shake his thoughts.

"Hey!"

Just when Fang Yuan planned to take the eggs to stimulate the white bird king, accompanied by a gust of wind, the figure of the shovel black eagle landed on the platform, with a flower fox on the back.

It teased the white birds these days, and spent the same time with the flower foxes in the spirits and the valley, but it was quite enjoyable. I didn’t know that I was almost a big disaster, and Fang Yuan was the nanny of the hatching egg.

"What did you find?"

Seeing that he was going forward, Fang Yuan said with a smile, close to a few steps, the eyes suddenly condensed.

"Giggle!"

The flower fox screamed, and there was a wound in his body. It was delicate and flat, not a beast, but a blade from a human warrior.

"This injury... What happened to Glen?!"

After the exchange, the eyes of Fang Yuan suddenly picked up, and the light in the scorpion was released.

"Also... I have been thinking about it for a few days, and I haven’t managed anything outside. What happened?"

"Just even though the land is not the focus, it is also the place where I started, it is the face of me and Master!"

"Don't get me up!"

Fang Yuan sneered and slammed the back of the black eagle: "Let's go! Give them a lesson!"

"Hey!"

The shovel black eagle flutters and flies high, and it disappears into the clouds in an instant, disappearing without a trace.

......

Glen.

At this time, outside the huts of Taniguchi, the two people are facing each other.

One party is Han Elder and Zhou Wenwu, and one party is a group of unfamiliar warriors, surrounded by a man with a hundred coats and red faces.

"The white scorpion just now is raised by the **** doctor. Are you so rude?"

Zhou Wenwu glanced at the elders of the old God who were at home and did not care about themselves, or daringly squatting and stood up and said loudly.