Hey!

As if falling from a high altitude, Fang Yuan was shocked and opened his eyes.

"Who is the big dream, I know myself!"

He looked at the surrounding environment, dark and deep, smashing the stone, not seeing the sky, as if at the bottom of a deep valley, could not help but smile: "I can't think of this dream, I can wake up to me!"

After entering the dream, the five connotations are all fascinating, and the common people are waking up. Even if they are coincidental, they are occasionally awake, and they can't do this again. Now Fangyuan has done this, it is a great improvement.

"Well... here is..."

Looking at the **** mud around him, and the exclamation of the looming cliff above, Fang Yuan looked at his body and suddenly realized: "Is that the last time in the world? And then the time?"

Since the time flow rate has been measured, at this time he is calm and unwilling, regardless of the side of the mess, sitting directly on the knees, thinking about the situation.

"Everyone dreams... It must be strange and difficult to measure. The same is true of dreamers, but I am different! My first dream is so stable? Is the world system complete?"

Even if it is a fantasy world, it still has a bit of absurd taste, but on the bright side, it can be said to be self-explanatory, and it is a great progress!

According to the saying that the mind lays in the jade, the ordinary dreamer has to do this step, constructing a relatively complete world, often taking years of painstaking repair!

"This... is either my talent, or the teacher has actually secretly pointed out that I have practiced in my dreams, in the tea ceremony?"

"Why, the world that is fantasizing is ultimately illusory, the so-called power system, the way to cultivate immortality, is completely shit! In the Qinghe County, even a former three-level warrior can't lie!"

Since everything is illusory, and where is the authenticity?

Fang Yuan just remembered the exercises given by Qingyun’s lower house, and it felt very ridiculous.

"The dream is made by the reality, and the rules are bound to get closer to the world... This is a big project. For me now, it is a fantasy!"

Fang Yuan thought about it with his head tilted, no longer tangled, looking for it on all sides, and slowly crawling up along a gap.

The cliffs are steep and the wind is like a knife. Fortunately, there are thick vines growing on the rock wall. After the wind and rain, there are already iron chains that easily support his weight.

"Wh..."

After climbing the cliff, Fang Yuan gasped for a few breaths and immediately shook his head: "At this time, although I can't change the outside world, I can improve myself. But my 'existence' can't be changed, because this is my dream. I am the master, even if the authority is low, refresh the state, maintain the existence or do it!"

"Now... it’s time to try to influence the surroundings and finally fix the world!"

"The method of refining the brain is still to be cultivated!"

The introduction of the method of cultivation of immortals in the world of the Yuan Dynasty is very simple. It is to ask the roots to pass through the human body, to absorb the aura of the void in the body, to improve step by step, and finally to build the foundation.

When it was originally indulged, Fang Yuan’s setting for himself was a waste of Xianxian, and it was absolutely impossible to sense the aura of physique.

But what about this?

With his heart moving, the air swelled, and the cool breath was pulled, and he entered the back of his neck and went straight through the spine.

"call……"

Not long after, Fang Yuan opened his eyes and spit out a white gas: "The first layer of refining, became? How do you feel like I am close to the 12th level of the Golden Lock? It is also... I have learned a lot of knowledge. Have memories of different worlds..."

"I don't know how good the qualifications for blessing myself under my mind at this time? How about those geniuses?"

This place is the Qingyun Mountain Range, where the lower house is located, and the aura is extremely abundant.

After Fang Yuan’s successful refining, he was immediately reluctant to leave, and he simply entered the state of cultivation.

Huh!

The breeze blew, and a slight white mist appeared, and the silk came to the side and gathered together.

The so-called 13-point refinery, in front of him, immediately became a play.

Second floor!

the third floor!

The fourth layer!

Only in an instant, Fang Yuan broke through five layers and came to the realm of mid-air refining.

“It seems to be very general?”

He touched his arm and was speechless. "It seems that in my subconscious mind, the mana of the world's cultivator is not protruding for the growth of the body. The key is still in the imperial spirit, the curse, and the implement. !"

"Sir brother Liu, here is it!"

Suddenly, there were a few flashes of light on the horizon, and a person drove a giant leaf-shaped flying implement to the top of Fang Yuan’s head. The first few were the dog legs on the original cliff.

At this time, I saw Fang Yuan, and immediately my eyes were red: "It is this square, killing Xiao Houye, you have to give us the master!"

"Also ask Master Liu to be careful. This person is a weird man. He was shackled before, and I don't know how to recover. It is a demon!"

"Even if this person is not dead, how is it strange? We Liu Zhou brother, but the refining is perfect, the genius seed will be consolidating! A glass of fairy bones, ranked 1973, the mainland, the future, the future Achievement is limitless!"

......

Huh!

The instrument is grounded, and a young man from the top, the star-browed sword, a blue-colored robes tailored to the body, hidden in the light.

The pride of these days, when the former Fang Yuan met, he had to be self-defeating, but at this time it was a self-confident, no feeling.

"You are Fang Yuan? I am Liu Zhou! These few people tell you that you are hurting the little brother of the sea, pushing him down the cliff, the bones are gone, can you plead guilty?"

When the young people saw Fang Yuan and their brows wrinkled, it was obvious that this waste wood was very different from that of the weekdays.

In particular, he just came up from the bottom of the cliff and saw the little prince who had become a muddy mud. Compared with the unharmed Fang Yuan, he immediately felt that the other party was unfathomable.

"How about recognition? How about not knowing?"

Fang Yuan was dumbfounded and felt very interesting.

‘Everything in the dream is actually the evolution of my subconscious mind. In other words, conquering the dream... is the process of collecting the mind and completely controlling the true self, the cultivation of the mind? ’

"you……"

Liu Zhou’s eyes narrowed and he felt that Fang Yuan was very dangerous at this time.

Because he is in this boy's face, can't see the slightest fear! This is simply an impossible thing.

Ordinary teenagers, who have been arrested for doing bad things, always have a feeling of uneasiness, and then they are scared by the law, and they must be confessed.

But this person in front of him is a cloudless wind, as if he is waiting for someone else, he is the lord of the martial art!

Not bad! It is such a feeling!

Liu Zhou’s eyes gave off the light, and the other party’s Yuan suddenly had a little bit of disgust.

"Bold! You don't have to speed up your hands!"

He snorted coldly, and a jade sword was flying out of his cuffs. He was like a snake in midair, and he was very smart and swallowed his sword.

"The instrument!"

"The real flying sword implement!"

Several low-ranking disciples exclaimed, but they couldn't imagine it. They just used to deal with a firewood in a weekday. The masters even used these instruments!

"Well? Is this person killing?!"

Under the instrument, the most sensitive nature is Fang Yuan.

Feeling the general pressure of the mountains, and the horrible spirit of the flying sword, his face could not help but bring a sneer: "I feel that I ignore him, self-respect is insulted?"

At this point, the killing in my heart also came out.

If in the actual Qinghe County, he may still have some scruples, but at this time it is a big laugh: "Is the ant-like thing, dare to kill me? It seems that today, the entire Qingyun lower house will be blood for your sake. Flow into the river!"

The way to practice is to ask for a thought.

When I got here, even if I was enemies with the whole world and Xiu Xianjie? It’s just a dream!

"In reality, there are too many bonds, and the souls of the warriors are dusty. How can they break through?"

Fang Yuan had a clear understanding: "But in the dreamland, everything is only me, I want to kill and kill, I want to burn and burn, and when I think about goodness, I will give birth to Buddha, and when I read it to evil, I will destroy the king of the world. It is the best place to cultivate!"

Thinking of this, he immediately hesitated and rushed to Liu Zhou.

"Hey! You are stubborn!"

Seeing Fang Yuan fluttering, Liu Zhou’s face brought a mocking smile.

How can mortal martial arts in the district deal with the great consummation of the refining, and the master brother of the lower court of the instrumentality?

"Qing Ming! Kill!"

As soon as he pointed to Fang Yuan, the flying swords in midair suddenly turned into a blue light, and suddenly fell down like a long rainbow, and he wore it from Fang Yuan’s chest at a speed that was too fast.

puff!

Among the **** flowers, Fang Yuan’s chest appeared a big hole.

But his brows don't wrinkle. In the control of self-consciousness, even the pain is cut to a minimum. Come to Liu Zhou: "Black sand eagle claw hand!"

boom!

Under one palm, Liu Zhou figured out and flew out. Fang Yuan suddenly stopped, his face slightly with a trace of doubt.

"Evil... Demon!"

Liu Zhou rolled over and looked up at his own fascinating vestments. He was terrified in his heart. He looked at Fang Yuan’s gaze with even more fear: "What the **** are you...!"

Even if the Jindan period is a cultivator, it will not be a big hole in the chest.

He has not regarded Fang Yuan as a disciple before, but a terrible one - no evil!

"Order defense?"

Fang Yuan looked at his right hand, but he silently spoke a sentence: "I don't think I actually have this setting, I really find trouble for myself..."

In the sigh, his whole person rushed forward and came to Liu Zhou.

"Ah... don't come over!"

In the face of the killer of the instrument, the evil spirits that were invalid, Liu Zhou repeatedly retreated, and finally looked at the magical power of Fang Yuan’s hand with fear.

"Although there are rules, there are limits!"

Fang Yuan did not care about the flying sword outside. Anyway, no matter how much he stabbed himself, he would immediately return to his original position. Instead, he punched and punched the vestment of the man in front of him.

Hey!

Finally, in Liu Zhou’s terrified gaze, his vestment was broken, and Fang Yuan’s paw was printed on his head, and his head suddenly became a paste.