Chapter 508: King Power Road on King Power Mountain (Second)

"The meeting of resentment, parting is bitter, can't ask for..."

Lan Lingtong rolled between the clouds and mist, lay down lazily, and looked up at the sky: "I hope it works..."

It is very pessimistic and does not think that An Qisheng, or this low-level civilization, can resist Russell.

The horror of the Nightmare Hydra family, it knows too much.

The horror of a nightmare is that it is not just a dream, it can become a reality!

"Ugh......"

Sanxin Lan Lingtong sighed and slowly closed his eyes.

It has no choice. That seemingly peaceful Mr. Monster has too tenacious will, and no one can persuade him to decide.

I just hope that even if this low-level civilization is destroyed, he will be able to escape, otherwise he will be doomed...

huh~

As he closed his eyes, strands of streamer light that were invisible to the naked eye, and that even divine will could not perceive, vanished into nothingness.

Some people say that dreams are the release of the subconscious, some people say that dreams are illusions in sleep, some people say that dreams are a window through which the conscious sees the unconscious, and some people say that dreams are the rehearsal of the crisis in the human mind.

But no matter which way of saying it, the dream is not the real world of one party.

It's just because An Qisheng, who sketched this dream, is too high-minded and has too deep cognition, far surpassing all the people who were pulled into the dream by him.

The result of the comprehensive crushing of cognition is that An Qisheng clearly told everyone that this was just a dream, but everyone who was pulled into it could not find any flaws.

From this perspective, it is no different from the real world, because in reality, few people can see the reality of the world through appearances.

What about reality and fantasy?

The only exception is the three-hearted blue soul boy who An Qisheng has given high enough authority.

It is not trapped by dreams, it holds high authority, and it can even change some information in dreams. In other words, it is to manipulate dreams.

This, for it is very simple.

Because no matter how logical a dream is, the person who controls it can ignore the logic.

It's like in a dream, obviously a woman who can't even see her face, you will subconsciously think that she is your love, and there will be no doubts.

Bizarre, originally referring to dreams.

"Ahh~"

Chu Fan sneezed.

Jiang Shili reacted quickly, dodged and frowned while covering his nose: "You should know the purpose of my visit, right?"

"cooperate."

Chu Fan shuddered and felt a little uncomfortable. Seeing Jiang Shili's reaction, he didn't care, and asked, "I don't have any opinion at all, but, how do we cooperate?"

"Just help each other."

Jiang Shili put down his hand and his expression returned to normal: "Since your purpose is to exchange blood, I can use the relationships I can contact to help you complete it. Similarly, you must also help us complete the task."

Chu Fan's eyes flashed: "We?"

"Of course I'm not the only one contacting you."

Jiang Shili flicked it casually, and three medicine bottles of different colors had already landed on the table: "I didn't bring medicine pills this time in a hurry, the quality of these three medicine medicine bottles is not good, but they can also increase you for a few months. The inner strength..."

As she spoke, she seemed to be reminded of something, turned her ears slightly, and then turned the window and left, not seeing how to move, she had disappeared.

"This woman has successfully exchanged blood..."

Chu Fan was a little envious, but only a little bit.

Everyone's mission is different, and Jiang Shili's difficulty is no less than his, and even more difficult.

soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

At this moment, a high-pitched horse neighing sounded suddenly above the long street.

"not good!"

Chu Fan was startled.

He was all too familiar with this horse neighing. It was him, no, it was his master Fan Zimin's horse.

Stealing horses?

Chu Fan suddenly stood up and jumped out of the window. He was in mid-air. He reached forward with his palms and covered the eaves. He followed the sound and saw a masked female thief running wildly on the long street.

"Dog thief!"

As soon as Chu Fan gritted his teeth, he suddenly jumped down the fourth floor, blowing a loud trumpet, and called another Jiao horse.

He got on his horse and ran after him.

At this time, Chu Fan certainly didn't know what kind of "sorrowful" sadomasochism would happen when he chased him.

Looking at Jiang Shili, who fluttered away after frowning at this scene, he didn't know what was waiting for him.

However, not only Jiang Shili and Chu Fan, but all dreamers will usher in a "painful memory" that will make them grit their teeth for countless years.

This year has been called the "Year of Nightmare" by many dreamers who have experienced it.

......

Huhu~

Yan Changsha stood on the top of the mountain, facing the gust of wind, and moving in his clothes.

He looked at it from the extreme, and seemed to be able to see the Wangquan Mountain, which was more than two thousand feet high and stood in the cold wind.

There was an aura that made everyone feel frightened.

He knew who it was.

That is two thousand years since the founder of Wangquan Dao sect, the most amazing and talented person among the Wangquan Daoists of all dynasties. In this era, he is like a golden sun.

Known as poetry and painting color sword wine, the only two Li Taibai through the ages.

It is also the strongest person in this world at this time.

He also has a mission, but it is not to challenge Li Taibai, but since coming from this world, all he hears and hears is Li Taibai, everyone is talking about Taibai, and everyone is imitating Taibai.

Before leaving, wouldn't it be a pity to see Li Taibai?

On the top of the mountain, the sun and the moon flowed, the clouds were rolling and the clouds were smooth. Yan Changsha stopped for nine days, and his breath rose and fell nine times. Finally, on the tenth day, it burst out like a star burst:

"Li Taibai..."

Boom!

The mountain shook, the smoke and dust rolled over the yellow sand, and the mud dragons rose from the ground.

The mighty momentum instantly flowed for ten miles, like a long rainbow penetrating the sun and a meteor falling to the ground, smashing across the Wangquan Mountain, which stood two thousand and one hundred feet high in the cold wind.

hum~

The clouds and mist on the top of Wangquan Mountain were broken, and the cold wind was howling, like weeping.

Yan Changsha felt a series of surprises, coldness, or unexpected gazes, but he didn't realize it.

It was a vegetable garden, in which all kinds of flowers, fruits and vegetables were grown. As his eyes fell, a young man with a dirty face and white clothes came out.

The roar of wind and thunder shook Wangquan Mountain, but he seemed to be unaware, and his movements were neither slow nor slow.

First, he fed the carrot he had just pulled out to a screaming donkey, and then wiped his palm, which was slightly soiled, on the donkey.

It wasn't until the top of Wangquan Mountain shook slightly under the turbulent momentum that he slowly raised his eyebrows.

With this raised eyebrow, the sluggishness that he had previously dissipated disappeared.

Instead, it is a Ling Lie Sword Intent that wants to poke a hole in the sky and chop the earth into forgiveness.

At this moment, the wind stopped blowing, and the clouds did not flow.

As if heaven and earth are at this moment, hold your breath, lest you be shocked by this sword.

......

The unparalleled genius of Chiyun Kingdom, Qi Kong was defeated, and he was defeated at the top of Wangquan Mountain!

A piece of news spread all over the world and returned to Chiyun Country.

Some people sighed, some sneered and mocked, some felt sad, and naturally some felt noisy, but for more people, it was not too much to talk about after a meal.

Few people really care about the joys and sorrows of others.

Even the news itself was overshadowed by an even more startling news.

That is Wang Quan Dao's founder of the sect, the one who has been the first in talent for thousands of years, the unparalleled great master, who appeared on that day, and it seems that he passed down the decree!

No one knew what kind of orders the Patriarch Wang Quan, who was famous for 3,300 years and worshipped by countless people, passed on.

I only know that since that day, Wang Quan Dao has recovered like a dragon that has been sleeping for thousands of years, showing the power of terrifying operation that makes people all over the world terrified.

The way of kingship in the seven kingdoms of the world, up to the capital, down to all the dojos in the villages and towns, all have actions.

No one knows what they did, and no one would think they did nothing.

The royal calendar is 3231 years.

The sun-drenched top of Wangquan Mountain is still bitterly cold, and the heights are extremely cold, which is the true portrayal of Wangquan Mountain.

Wangquan Mountain itself is a huge secret to the people of the world.

Because since 3300 years ago, Wangquan Mountain has been continuously absorbing the mountains and rivers and growing. It only grows ten feet a year, which seems to be insignificant, but after 3300 years, the current Wangquan Mountain is already as high as 3400 Husband!

The cold wind on it is piercing to the bone, not to mention ordinary people, even a warrior with inner strength, must use inner strength all the time, otherwise, even if the blood exchange is successful, the generation of infuriating cohesion is very likely to be frostbitten!

At this time, in the majestic hall of Wangquan Mountain.

A group of Taoists with grey hair, youthful faces, ragged clothes, or brocade hats and mink furs formed a large circle, looking curiously at the sleeping teenager on the floor:

"Is this the person who descended from the sky that the ancestor said? It doesn't seem to be a big deal..."

An old man muttered.

He is a Taoist priest of the twenty-sixth generation of royal power, and he has lived for nearly nine hundred years now.

"Not necessarily, have you forgotten the guy who spent more than ten years in the hut? We stared at him for decades, but we didn't see how the boy disappeared. The ancestor was 3,300 in advance. The year is over!"

Someone who looked like a young man shook his head slightly: "How dare you talk about the Patriarch?"

"Speaking of this, I do miss that little guy named Tong Zhengyang. As far as diligence is concerned, these little things are not comparable to others."

Someone else sighed.

"Huh? He's about to wake up?"

An old man with quick eyes and quick hands, with a random burst of energy, the boy's trembling eyelids immediately stopped moving.

But he fainted again.

"We are honored by the great love of the ancestors, leaving behind the secret realm of revolving wheels, and I forgot both of the things in it, and the lifespan has been extended several times. Now, it is time for me to serve the ancestors..."

A group of old guys chatted endlessly, and Yuan Tingguang, a contemporary Taoist king, spoke slowly.

He is the youngest in age and has the lowest qualifications, but as a contemporary Taoist king, his status is the highest. If he does not disobey the order of the ancestor, the previous Taoist king must be restricted by him.

The secret realm of wheel-turning he mentioned is a strange treasure. Anyone who is in it will have a very slow passage of life, which can prolong his lifespan.

As a price, the will of God must roam among the specious dreams left by the ancestors.

When the crowd heard Yuan Tingguang's words, they couldn't help but nod their heads.

"Zhangdao thinks what to do?" Someone asked.

huh~

Yuan Tingguang, the Taoist priest of Wangquan, waved his sleeve robe, and an invisible energy rolled over, wrapping the sleeping boy in it.

Suddenly, the hall door that had been opened broke away, and in an instant, the heavy cold wind broke open and disappeared on the top of Wangquan Mountain.

"What to do, just do it."

Yuan Tingguang said.

"Great!"

All the old people also nodded in agreement.

At this time, Lao Dao, who had knocked the boy unconscious before, suddenly remembered something: 'I seem to have forgotten to give him acupuncture...'

He glanced at the crowd, and felt that it was better not to say anything.

It's only a day or two away, so it shouldn't be a big problem.

......

Ga~

Ga~

Ga~

Crows hovering above the sky~lightnovelpub.net~ In the deep stream, the sound of the gurgling water is in harmony with it.

"Uh......"

Two drops of tears flowed down from the corner of Chu Fan's eyes, and the great sorrow filled his heart, which made him suffer and made him want to scream.

This feeling continued until he opened his eyes.

Old trees, dead vines, crows hovering, deep streams, flowing water, empty valleys...

The consciousness gradually returned to the body, Chu Fan muttered to himself, suddenly remembered what happened before, and his heart twitched suddenly:

"I seem to have had a very miserable and **** dream. I was the protagonist in it, but it tortured me to death..."

It's getting late, everyone, go to bed early, and the dog continues to code. Dreams have to be written, it is related to a lot of things in the later period, of course, I won't write a lot.

(End of this chapter)